Deep Blue Hold (Deep Blue Series) (4 page)

Ian lets out a low chuckle at the warning.
"Yeah, I don't think you have to worry about that."  Ian smiles at me, giving me his dimples. 

"Oh
, and don't think I'm going to stop calling her baby girl either."  Rex adds with attitude. 

"As long as you know that she is MINE....."
Ian spits back. 

"Ok
ay, boys, that's enough." 

The next couple of weeks go by in a blur.  With Matt selling his shares promptly, a meeting was called. The board had all divided up the shares and bought them not wanting to bring in someone new right now. Rex left the next morning to return to camp, Ian assuring him that as soon as we found his dad we would let him know.  He called me about every other day anyway just to check in.  Rex was still torn up about the tape.  I tried to reassure him that it wasn't his fault, but I knew him, and he was not going to rest until his dad was six feet under.

He's in the wind, I heard Ian saying to Sam
, his partner back in North Carolina. With the change in the board, the contracts have been put off for now.  It was actually Ian's idea to wait since he had his plate full with trying to find Jim Olsen. 

I had phoned Ethan to
let him know to come to New York.  He was going to the "castle" to oversee the remodel.  It wasn't anything too drastic, just new floors fresh paint and all new furniture. I did finally tell Ian that I had hired Ethan as my personal assistant, and to my surprise he didn't fight me on it.  "I'll be around you all the time, so if he tries anything I'll be there to take care of him." He teased me, but I think what it really is is that he trusts me. 

The mysterious package that wa
s sent to my Aunt Kate, that she had over-nighted to New York, has not arrived.  Somehow it disappeared, and IPS told us they couldn't locate it.  This made me very nervous not knowing what was in it. 

We still
haven't looked in the vault. I want to wait until things settle down to do it.  I have no idea what could be in there, and right now I don't need any more stress.

Ian does
n't want me to stay in New York right now with not having the slightest idea where Jim Olsen is, so I was on my way with Ian to North Carolina. There was no arguing with him on this fact; I was going with him and that was that.  

Ian is never far from me.  W
e’ve spent a lot of time getting to know each other.  He always has to be touching me or have me in his sights.  We stayed in New York holed up in the penthouse while Ian was getting his bearings.  Both of us could work from there as long as we had the internet, a phone, and a laptop.

But it was get
ting harder for Ian. He needed to get back, to take care of things in person.   Plus his Uncle Troy is getting married next weekend and Ian is a groomsman.  His Uncle, who only happened to be five years older than Ian, was an oops baby to his grandparents.  To hear Ian talk of him, it was clear to see Troy and him were very good friends.  Ian had lost both his parents in a car accident while he was overseas.  With his grandparents gone now, Troy was really his only immediate family.

Boarding the private jet at JFK
, I take my seat and buckle up. Ian is on the phone and he checks my seatbelt absentmindedly making sure it is cinched tight.  I roll my eyes at him as he sits in the huge luxury leather seat across from me. 

“What
kind of company are you running? I want that package found!” Ian yells into the phone. He is talking to the president of IPS right now, which was no easy task to get him to call him back. A few threatening phone calls later, Ian got a call back on the way to the airport. I've been listening to Ian all but threaten to take down the whole company if that over-nighted package isn’t found.  “I don’t care what you have to do, find it and find it fast!”  A few more choice words are spoken before Ian hangs up frustrated.  

I smile at him as sweetl
y as possible. I’ve told him over and over that I am so sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused him. 

“I saw that eye roll my beauty,
” Ian says giving me his dimple smile. He is so handsome and brooding right now, all I want to do is climb on his lap.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about
,” I say as innocently as I can and flutter my eyelashes at him.

“You just wait…….” Ian adjusts in his seat and I can see his erection bulging, “till I get you alone.” He growls at me peering at me with those deep blues.
I love that I have this effect on him. Everything I do turns him on and vice versa. 

“Oh yeah,” I say and kick o
ff my high heels. Reaching my leg over to his lap, I rub my bare foot up and down is jean clad thigh.  He grabs my toes and starts tickling.  I try to jerk away, but his other hand has my calf and he is showing no mercy. 

“Stop….” I squeal trying to ge
t the words out through laughter.  “Ian…..stop, please!”

“I can’t baby
. I just love to hear you laugh, and I love this sexy foot of yours.” He's laughing, too, and I do love the sound of his sexy throaty laugh.  We're interrupted by the stewardess as she walks into the cabin.  He stops the tickling, but doesn’t let go of my foot. Even though I try to yank it away, he holds it firm and shoots me a warning look. 

“Can I get you guys something
,” her face is flush, and I can see Ian is having an effect on her which is not unusual.  Women take notice in the presence of Ian.  He doesn’t seem to notice, and starts rubbing my foot.

“What would like baby?
” He asks me sweetly, his eyes never leaving mine.  He is not even the slightest bit interested in the exotic looking beauty in the cabin with us.

“Just water, thank you
,” I tell the lady and she turns to Ian and her cheeks flush again.

“And for you
, Mr. Brady?” She says with an incredibly sexy voice. 

“Water
,” he barks still not looking at her, annoyed that she is still here.  She slinks away returning seconds later with two bottles of water. 

“Just push the c
all button if you need anything,” she says and I thank her as she disappears to the head of the plane shutting the door.  The captain is on the loud speaker telling us that we are going to start to taxi down the runway, and we should be taking off shortly.

Ian receives a call
, and picks up his phone with one hand while still holding on to my foot with the other. I try again to get away but with no luck. 

“Yeah, we’ll be there in a
of couple hours.  I want to get Aubrey home and settled, and then we’ll be over.” He tells who I assume is Sam on the other end of the phone.  Sam and his wife Miry are desperate to meet me apparently, and we are supposed to go to their house for supper tonight. 

I lie back in the chair and decide to relax
, as Ian rubs my foot with expert strong fingers.  He grabs my other foot when he’s off the phone, placing both of them in his lap, and fires up is laptop that is on the little table in front of him.  I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is Ian kissing me lightly on the lips.

“Wake up sleeping beauty, we’re here.”
I look up sleepily and see Ian’s handsome face smiling down at me.  “You were out. Did you have a good nap baby?” He’s unbuckling me, and I stand up still groggy.

“Apparently, I don’t even remember taking off
.” Not being able to sleep on airplanes ever, I have never done that.

“I wore
you out last night, and it’s a good thing you’re rested up because I plan on wearing you out again tonight.”  He gives me a panty dropping wink as he guides me out of the plane to a waiting black SUV just like his security in New York has. 

As we drive
, I take in the breath taking views. Ian lives on Roanoke lsland, part of the Outer Banks, and he had told me he lived right on the beach.  We pull up to his house and my eyes light up at the beach front mansion.  I knew he was doing well with his company, but I guess I didn’t know he was doing that well.  The house is amazing.  Sam lives on the same beach only a few houses down.

“Wow, baby this is an amazing house
!” I look at him and he is beaming at me. 

“I’m glad you like it.  Y
ou’re the first woman I have ever brought here.” He states, getting out of the car and coming around to my door. 

“Really?”
I question as he grabs my hand and helps me down out of the tall SUV.

“Yes, really
.” He looks upset that I am questioning him. 

“I guess when you look like you do
, you don’t need to impress girls with your beach front mansion.” I smile up at him, I’ve seen the way girls look at him and I’m sure there have been a few romps in bathroom stalls.

“Really?”
He gives me a disapproving look.

“I’s just calls them as I’s sees them.” 

“Yeah well so do I, and I have never had sex in this house before.  That is going to change in about two seconds.” With that, he has me over his shoulder in caveman fashion and is hauling me through the front doors.  I’m laughing hysterically, and I swat his ass as I am swinging with my face at his back.  He swats me back playfully then his hand travels up my thigh under my skirt.  His finger goes between my folds and he grabs and snaps the string of my thong.

He sets me down on the
counter top in his open floor plan kitchen, the cool marble on my thighs as he works his way between them. The counter is the perfect height for his erection to press against my center.

He wraps his hand around the nape of my neck
and pulls me to his lips. He kisses me, his expert tongue darting in and out of my mouth.  My belly flips and my core tightens.  His fingers travel up my thighs and he moves the thong to the side before he slips one in me.

“You are so
wet, baby” he growls biting my lower lip. “Tell me what you want baby,” he groans moving to slide my shirt over my head then throws it over his shoulder.  He licks and sucks down my neck to the swell of my breast, and like every time we have sex, he freshens up one of the marks on my breast.

“I want you…….oh god
.” He has freed my breast from my bra, licking, and sucking on my nipple.  I curl my fingers in his hair, arching my back to push into him, and start to claw at his shirt to get it off of him.  He helps by leaving me for a moment to grab the back of his shirt, and pulls it over his head.

“What do you want
,” he orders moving to my other breast, he puts two fingers inside me and starts fucking me with them.

“Ian please
, baby now.” I mutter and I start to work on his belt with fumbling fingers.  Getting it unbuckled, Ian draws his fingers from me putting them in my mouth moving them in and out slowly.  Tasting myself on him is so insanely sexy, and even sexier as he watches me lick and suck at his fingers.  His deep blues are the color of a storm, his jaw twitching.  I hear the zipper and he takes his fingers out of my mouth to free himself.

“Fuck baby, this is going to be hard and fast
,” he growls as he thrusts into me.  Even though I’ve had him in me about a thousand times in the past month, it still makes me gasp at the size of him.  My insides throb around him as he moves in and out.  He starts rubbing my clit with his thumb, my back arches.  My head flies back in pleasure.

“Eye’s baby, now
,” he orders, I lift my head obeying his command.  “You feel so good, god how I love your tight pussy.” One hand on my hip, he moves in and out. “I’m going to come, baby, you close?” His eyes never leave mine.

“
Yessssss!” I scream. Our orgasms come as one as I feel him spurting into me like hot lava. My body instantly goes limp and I rest my head on his shoulder listening to his hard breathing, his head buried in my neck.

“God I love you
,” he murmurs in my ear kissing lightly, and then gently bites the lobe.

“
Mmmmm,” I respond not being able to talk quite yet.  I feel him smile against my neck and then he starts sucking, which brings me to attention. I don’t need a visible hickey on my neck like some teenager.

Sitting up pushing his head away from m
e, he gives me a wicked grin with an innocent look like he was doing nothing wrong.  "What?"

“You know what
!” I retort grabbing his face in my hands to keep him from trying to finish his work.  He turns his head, grabbing my hands, kissing each of my palms.

“Just marking what’s mine
,” his smile and his deep blues do me in. He is just so freaking gorgeous standing there looking all love sick and innocent.

“Yeah, you’ve done that already
,” and I look down at my body. Little red marks all over me, some fading to just a little pink, some still bright red and fresh.  I know I have at least five on my inner thighs.  He rubs the freshest one on my breast with his thumb admiring his handy work, while still inside me, and not soft either.  “Are you going to show me around this shit hole or what?” I laugh as he finally withdraws from me, giving me a look that says that this was just the first of many, many times of sex in his house.