Accepting Destiny (14 page)

Then he stops and pulls away, just as I was on the edge of a screaming orgasm. “No!” Jackson please!” I breathe out as he steps away from me, the heat of his body disappearing. He turns off the water and steps out of the shower, the door opening and the cooler air blasting over me. I’m still standing against the shower wall, trying to catch my breath when he steps in and wraps a towel around me.

“Come, Alexandra,” He says as he wraps a towel around me.

“That’s what I was trying to do,
” I chuckle under my breath, as he turns me to face him.

His sexy smirk and lust filled eyes pierce right through me and moisture pools between my thighs
. I feel like it’s going to run down my legs if I don’t get relief soon.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. You will,
over and over if I can help it,” He growls at my ear as he leads me out of the shower. My heart is beating so hard I’m afraid he can hear it and he’ll have to stop to pick it up off the floor when it bounces right out of my chest. Taking a deep breath, I walk with him in to the bedroom, his hands on my shoulders, directing me where he wants me to go.

He stops with me facing the bed and reaches in front of me, fondling my breasts again. The rough but soft texture of the towel adding a friction
, that sends heat straight down south. My knees get weak and I feel like I am going to buckle to the floor.

“On the bed, Alexandra. On your back and grab hold of the headboard. Keep your hands the
re,” he says, as he pulls the towel from my still damp body. I crawl on the bed and do what he says, this time. I hate doing what he tells me...outside the bedroom, but inside its sends chills down my spine.

I reach back and grab the headboard like he told me to do, the action lifting my tits up high and proud. I’m on display and suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious as he stares down at me with a predatory look. He doesn’t say anything for some time, just stares at me.

We stare at each other for what feels like hours, until I can’t stand it anymore and my hips start moving against the bed. I can feel my thighs sticking together with the moisture that continues to flow from between my legs.

Jackson moves towards his clothing that is in a pile on the floor. I watch his naked form crunch to the floor
, as he digs through the pile. His thigh muscles flexing and his naked back causing another flood between my legs.

He stands with his dark navy tie rolling between his fingers. I remember that tie from Miami and he must remember
that too. He pulls the silky material taught in his hands and moves to me, lying on the bed and me, probably looking like a deer caught in headlights.

He hovers over me, my eyes scanning his chest and abdominal muscles as they flex and move
, while he holds himself over me. Only his legs are touching mine as he gazes into my eyes. “Sit up.”

As he slides back, I raise my body up in to a sitting position
, as he reaches behind my head. He covers my eyes and ties the tie behind my head. I start to pant. I’ve never been blindfolded before and the anticipation is worrying me, so I absently suck my bottom lip between my teeth. Once the tie is secured like he wants it, he pulls my lip from between my teeth. “Relax, Alexandra. I won’t hurt you, you know that. Losing your sight will magnify your other senses, mainly feeling,” he says, as his soft hands caress my cheek. I then feel his lips press against mine in a tender, protective gesture.

“Now, lie back on the bed where you were before, hands on the headboard.”

I do as he says, only because I want to see where this will go. I’ve never done anything so kinky and it has my blood racing through my veins. I’m already on edge and now that I can’t see what he’s doing, it lifts me higher on that ledge. I know when I fall, it’s going to be hard.

I lay there trembling and aching, not knowing what’s coming next. Then I feel his body press on top of mine, his weight warming and calming me. His lips press against my neck
, under my ear and he trails kisses down to my shoulder. He is grinding his cock against my pussy, causing a delicious friction right where I need it most. I can feel the pressure increasing between my legs and I lift my hips to meet his thrust for thrust. Then he’s gone, but I still feel him there. His mouth meets my chest, just above my tits and he kisses between them, not touching either of them. He continues his downward motion and stops at my belly button, circling his tongue around the tender area. His tongue hot and wet against my cool skin. I suck in a breath, arching my back to meet his lips.

H
e presses his hands against my hips, pushing me back down to the bed. I can feel his hot breath against my stomach as his strong arms hold me against the mattress. I struggle to hold on to the headboard, because I don’t want him to stop and I know he will if I let go. Damn him for putting me through this.

His breath ghosts across my sensitive skin, increasing my aching need. I struggle to not raise my hips again, wanting to press my scorching pussy against his mouth. As if he knows what I need at tha
t moment, his lips gently kiss my clit, causing my body to jerk upwards. He moves his arms under my thighs and gently lifts my legs so my knees are bent, opening me to him.

He then finally gives me what I need and drags his tongue lazily against my aching flesh. He pulls my clit in to his mouth and sucks, pulling the tender button in to his mouth, swirling his tongue aro
und it like a lollipop. “Oh God,” I say as I throw my head back against the pillow.

My fingers are squeezing the rungs on the wrought iron headboard, the blood rushing from them and sinking down. His tongue is still circling me, but now he has now inserted two fingers deep inside, fucking me with his fingers. His mouth tender and his fingers hard, sending a whirlwind of emotions through me. I’m not going to last, but I dare not tell him
, or he will stop and I’ll scream if he does.

“Jackson no! Please!!” I scream
, as he pulls back. How he knows my body this way, I will never understand. His fingers are still deep inside me, but he is completely still. I don’t even feel his breath against my flesh anymore. “Oh God, please. I need to come,” I tell him brazenly. I’ve never talked this way before during sex, but then again, no man has ever made me feel this way.

I hate t
hat I can’t see him and look into his sexy eyes, but not seeing him has my body in spasms. My body aches for him to move, to say something, to do something. I finally catch my breath and my chest calms. I relax back into the bed.

Then suddenly
, he pulls his fingers back and roughly pushes them back inside, his hot mouth catching my clit again in a strong suck. The waves start at my feet, crawling up my legs and tightening my muscles. “Ungh!!” I moan as my body convulses under his mouth, my clit throbbing and my pussy clenching, grabbing at his fingers.

“That’s it baby, come for me,” h
e murmurs against my flesh, the vibrations increasing the intensity. My eyes are squeezed shut and sparkles of light flutter behind my closed lids. He doesn’t pull back, his tongue still stroking my clit and his fingers pressing against the walls of my pussy, dragging my orgasm out.

Before the spasms st
op, he presses his hard cock into me, sinking all the way in, with no delay. His hips press against me and he rests his body on top of mine. Suddenly light fills the room as he pulls the blindfold off. I blink my eyes, trying to focus and once my eyes adjust, all I see is dark green eyes.

He reaches behind me an
d pulls my locked fingers off the headboard, the blood running through them causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. He holds my hands above my head, but I wriggle my left hand free and bring it up to his face.

I rub my fingers along his scruffy jaw line, pressing my thumb against his lips. He sucks my thumb in to his mouth and twirls his tongue around the pad. Flashbacks to earlier send my body over the edge again, my body clenching around his and my back arching up to meet his
thrusts. “Look at me Alexandra,” he whispers. I struggle to open my eyes, but when I do, I see passion and love in Jackson’s eyes, as he looks down at me. He pulls one leg up over his shoulder and presses in to me again. His cock is dragging along that sensitive spot and my lids flutter, but I keep them open.

He thrusts in, “I” he pulls out,
“Love” he pushes back in, “You,” and he slams against me, stilling, as he comes. His eyes close and a look of almost pain crosses his face, but softens so quickly, I’m almost not sure I saw it at all. He opens his eyes and he looks at me carefully. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, not even close,
” I answer, as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. He brushes his soft lips across mine and presses gently, as his finger tucks away an errant lock of hair that is stuck to my face. Our bodies glistening in sweat and the smell of our bodies filling the room.

He rolls off
me and pulls me into his arms, my head resting against his chest. I know he wants me to tell him I love him too, but I’m just not ready to tell him. I can feel that I am falling in love with him and saying it out loud will make it too real.

So I bite my tongue and keep my feelings a secret, though I think he knows.

Soft light spills into the room, waking me from the deepest sleep I’ve had in weeks. I feel refreshed and ready to take on the day. I stretch my arms back, blinking away the cob webs and taking in my surroundings. As I stretch my arms out, my hand rests on an empty pillow.

The sheets are cool on his side, so I know he’s been up for a while. I glance at the clock on the table and see that it is eight thirty. Wow, I haven’t slept this late since college
, where even this was early. I pull myself out of bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to focus. I can hear seagulls and the gentle crashing of waves against the beach. I suck in a deep breath and take in the clean air that is blowing in through the open window.

Since I have no clothes here, I pull Jackson’s dress shirt off the floor and put it on, buttoning it to just atop my breasts. I’ve always heard that men think women in their shirts
are sexy, so I do my best impression of sexy. I look at myself in the mirror and gasp. My eyes look like a raccoon’s eyes, dark mascara smeared around.

After I clean my face and tug a comb through my tangled hair, I head downstairs
, towards the open living area of the beach house in search of Jackson.

As I round the corner, I see him on the deck
, leaning back in one of the deck chairs, the cordless phone pressed against his ear. “No, that isn’t happening. Do what you need to do, but leave me out of it,” I hear him say.

Realizing this might be a personal conversation, I
head to the kitchen to see if there is any coffee. Thank goodness there is and I pour myself a steaming cup. I search the cabinets till I find the sugar and powdered creamer. Great, nothing like a steaming cup of liquid card board, cause that’s what this stuff makes coffee taste like. But I need the caffeine, so I dump just a bit in there to lighten the dark coffee.

I take a tentative sip, flinching at the bland taste of powdered creamer. I prefer fresh cream, but this will have to do. Maybe we can pick up some groceries later
, when we go to town for clothes.

I sit down at the table, not wanting to disturb Jackson on the phone. He still has a business to run and I don’t want to get in his way. I hear the back door close and soft footsteps go up the stairs. He’s probably checking on me, but I stay seated in the kitchen, trying to wake up. Suddenly I hear him running back down the steps, “Ally?” He yells throughout the house. I smile that he seems so worried about me, but I don’t let him suffer long.

“In here,” I say, as I take another sip of my coffee.

He runs in to the kitchen and his eyes soften as soon as he sees me. “Jesus, Ally. You scared me to death. I went upstairs and you weren’t there. Why didn’t you come get me?”

I shrug my shoulders, “You were on the phone and it sounded important so, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Disturb me next time, we weren’t discussing anything you couldn’t hear. In fac
t, I need to fill you in,” he says as he pulls a chair out and sits across from me.

He takes a deep breath and grabs my hand across the table. “Your email at work has been filling up with threatening emails. Robertson’s IT department is working hard trying to figure out where they are coming from, but it appears your stalker is not happy that you aren’t responding to him.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, my brows rising as he turns his head. I can tell he doesn’t want to tell me what they say. “Jackson, tell me. I need to know what I’m dealing with here.”

“What WE are dealing with, Ally. You are not alone and I’m doing everything I can from here to make sure this goes away quickly.”

“Okay, what are WE dealing with here?” I ask, setting my cup a little harder than needed on the table, the light brown liquid sloshing over the side. He gets up to grab a towel and wipes up the spilled coffee, before sitting back down.

“The messages are vague, but he seems he knows you are no longer in town. Each email gets angrier and angrier.”

“You say HE. Does this mean the police have ruled out Sally?”

He shakes his head, “No. But the profilers with the APD think the emails are from a man, by the grammar and tone of the messages.”

“I want to see them, can they forward them to your laptop? You did bring your laptop right?”

“Yes, I have it
. I don’t leave home without it,” He chuckles, knowing he sounds like an American Express commercial. Or maybe that’s just me.

“They’re sending them now, they want you to read them and see if anything is familiar about the sender. The outgoing email address comes up as a generic Yahoo account and each message comes from a different IP address. Some from the Atlanta public library, some
from a Starbucks at the airport and some from another coffee shop downtown. He’s hitting public spots so we can’t trace him. He’s smart and computer savvy, so tracking him down is difficult.”

“Finish your co
ffee and I’ll go get the laptop,” he says, as he heads out the front door. I assume it’s in the car, since we brought nothing in. But then again, when did.....never mind. I fell asleep in the car on the way here, so I have no idea what he brought. He was better prepared than I was, not even getting to go get clothes for the trip.

He comes back in and sets the bag on the table, pulling out the power supply and plugging it in. I sip my coffee quietly, peering at him through my lashes as he hooks it up. Once he has it booted
, he turns it towards me and then moves to sit beside me.

He pulls up a Gmail account and opens the program. Seven emails load and they are all addressed to me.

“Hi Ally. Anything exciting going on? Can we get together soon and talk?”

“Ally, please respond. I really want to see you.”

“Did you get my delivery, bitch? You will be just like that dead flower if you don’t back off. NOW!”

“I’m sorry, Ally. I never meant to hurt you.”

“Stay away from Jackson. If you’re with him, I will find out.”

I hear Jackson suck in a breath as he reads that one. Heat crawls up my neck as I study the emails.

“Did you like the way I rearranged your apartment? That’s just the beginning of a slow death for you if you don’t walk away.”

“Let me know when we can meet up. I miss talking to you and would really like to apologize in person.”

I tilt my head, staring at these emails and then it dawns on me. “Jackson, these are from two different people.”

He nods as he gets up and grabs the cordless phone. “Rowland, its Bentley. Ally says these emails are from two different people. Some are threatening and some are not,” he quiets, listening to Chase on the other line. “Okay, keep me posted.” And he hangs up the phone.

“APD is going to separate the threatening messages from the others
, to see if they can find a common trait in the IP addresses. They need us to stay here for a few days while they continue their investigation.

I nod my head and lean back against the back of the chair,
rubbing the tension from my neck. Great, not the time to get a headache. I roll my head around and press my fingers against the back of my neck. I try to ease the throbbing that is traveling up my neck.

“Ally, are you all right?” Jackson asks, concern on his face.

“Yeah, just trying to get a headache.”

“Why are you trying to get a headache?” He raises his eyebrows at me, smirking.

“Not really trying, Jack. It’s a figure of speech,” I reply, as I roll my eyes at him. “Can you hand me my purse behind you?”

I dig out the aspirin and chase down a few with my coffee, the last one not wanting to go down smoothly. I take a large gulp of coffee and just about burn my throat. Geez, it’s gonna be a long day.

Jackson comes up behind me and starts massaging my neck, his thumbs pressing against my pressure points. I sigh and relax against the chair, enjoying his strong warm hands on my neck.

“Come in the living room and lay down, I’ll give you a massage and then we can go shopping.”

He tugs me up to a standing position and his eyes travel over my body. His fingers touch my skin between my breasts, which is exposed by the open buttons of his dress shirt. “Hmmmmm,” he turns and escorts me to the living area tossing the cushions from the sofa on the floor. He takes a regular pillow from one of the bedrooms, and I drop to my knees on the thick cushions’.

He walks up in front of me with that damned heated stare again. I’ve heard that sex helps with headaches, but I really just want to lay down. He lowers himself to his knees and reaches for the buttons on my....well, his shirt. He slowly unbuttons the shirt and pulling it over my shoulders, let
s it fall to the floor. I am now completely naked, because I didn’t put on panties when I got out of bed.

He sucks in a breath and traces his fingers around my nipples, which have sprung out and pebbled. Sprung - wow, I come up with some silly words.

“Lie down on the pillows and relax.”

I crawl down to my stomach, totally aware that he is dressed and I’m not, a flash of modesty crawls over me and I cover myself as I turn to lay on the pillows. Jackson pulls my arms away, clucking his tongue at me. I can’t help it, I am not comfortable being naked and he’s just going to have to get used to it.

I lay down and he straddles my legs behind me, pressing his hips against my ass and his knees on the cushions. I think about wiggling my butt against him, but then, think better of it. I am not in the mood to deal with demanding Jackson right now, so I rest my head on the pillow and close my eyes.

He dribbles something on my back that smells like...babies. Where did he get baby oil? I take a deep breath of the fresh scent and settle in
, as his strong hands kneed my stiff shoulders and neck. I suddenly don’t care that I am completely naked with his hips pressed against my ass. Should be a good pillow for him.

His hands drift down my back and I moan. I can tell he’s smiling behind me, but I don’t dare open my eyes. I squeeze them shut and make a real effort to keep them closed. It feels so good and I know if I look back at him what I’ll see. Since his hips are pressed against me, I can feel what I’ll see and I’m not in the mood to give in to his sexual demands. He grinds his hips against me and I think
, maybe I could change my mind. Hey, I’m a woman and, I’m entitled to change my mind.

As I start to really relax, his thumbs pressing in to my lower back, I feel myself starting to drift off to sleep. How is that even possible with two cups of strong coffee in me? I feel a little more baby oil dribbled on to my back and he snaps the cap shut. This springs me from my sleepy stature
, as he continues his massage.

His slippery fingers graze the rise of my ass and he presses them in to the thick flesh. I suddenly tense up
, realizing he’s about to massage my ass. No, no, no......he needs to stay away from there. I already feel strange having it in his face, but now his hands are on it and......”Shhhh, relax Alexandra,” he says in his sexy voice. My name rolls off of his lips when he’s aroused like that. I have a feeling I’m going to be in trouble, in just a short period of time.

He continues
down my thighs, adding more oil as he scoots back. His hips are no longer pressed against my ass, but I can still feel his weight lingering over my legs. Now that his hands have left my ass, my body relaxes again. I close my eyes again and allow my body to sink in to the cushions.

Suddenly he drags his finger up my slit, pulling the moisture with it. Damn, I had no idea I was wet, I just thought the baby oil had dribbled between my t
highs. “Always wet for me, baby,” Jackson whispers, as he continues to stroke my now awakening sex. How does he do that?

One hand is massaging my upper thigh, the other is massaging my....well, you know. My hips involuntarily start grinding against the cushions, the friction against my now aching clit adding to the sensations.

SMACK!

“What the hell?” I sleepily ask him. “Why did you just smack my ass?” I continue
, as I try to turn over on to my back.

“Keep still,
” he presses my body back in to the cushions.

“Don’t smack me,
” I respond in a huff.

As his fingers slide between my legs again
, I feel an extra amount of moisture pooling there. “Ahhh, cause you don’t like it, right? You can say that, but your body tells me something different.” He says as he pushes his thumb inside, while he presses another finger against my clit.

“Oh God, Jackson stop,
” I breathe out, but do I really want him to stop?

“Wha
t, Alexandra? I didn’t hear you,” he says as he thrusts his fingers back in and presses harder against my clit.

“I said st
......AHHH! Don’t stop!” I cry out as his fingers stroked harder and harder, faster and faster. My body tenses up and I feel the wave of orgasm beginning at my toes. Jackson leans down and presses his body against me, the weight heavy on his hand that is between my legs. I turn my head to face down in to the pillow because I know it has to be contorted. My body can’t move due to him sitting on me and now his lips are against the tender skin below my ear.