JASON and KEANNE (10 page)

Most of the lights of Keanne’s home were shut off by the time Jason’s car rolled into its driveway. Security dogs and at least a dozen guards were in the vicinity when he got out of his car, and Jason found the sight more assuring than worrying. He was like Amie that way. He preferred to be extra cautious and armed when it came to the security of his loved ones.

  The front door was opened by the Summers’ elderly butler before he could even knock. “Is she awake?” It was already three in the morning and if she was asleep, he would leave quietly, wanting Keanne to rest.

  “She wishes to speak to you the moment you arrive, sir.”

  “She’s sleeping then.”

  “In the living room.”

  “I’ll wake her up myself. Thanks.” Jason made his way to the living room reserved for intimate friends, and as expected, he saw Keanne’s small form curled on the sofa. She had been crying. He saw that she had rubbed her face free of makeup, probably washed her face a few times just so there would be no signs of her tears.

  It didn’t work.

  It would never work because he knew her too well.

  He crouched down on one knee in front of her and touched Keanne’s face.

  She woke up instantly, her eyes slowly opening. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” When she moved to get up, he helped her, scooping her up so he could sit down and place Keanne on his lap. As she snuggled against him, he asked quietly, “Are you sure you want us to talk? It’s three in the morning.”

  “Have you been talking to Lilac often since…since she and Nick left?”

  “No.” He did not hesitate to lie, his instincts telling him that he must never let her know that the opposite was true.

  Her body relaxed against him, and Jason realized that she had been holding her breath while waiting for his answer.

  “And what did you talk about now?” Keanne bit her lip. “What did Nick mean when he said she found out about what you did?”

  He spoke carefully, knowing that Keanne mustn’t ever learn the truth about what he had done either. She would only be hurt by it, and she had been hurt enough in this lifetime. “She found out that I’ve hired investigators to search for a man who had hurt her in the past.”

  “And she’s mad about that?”

  “Nick and I have reason to believe that the man’s now working with Davos, whom you know has been on the run ever since Beatrice agreed to become a state witness in the case we’re filing against him.”

  Ah. She knew Jason hadn’t told her everything that had happened to him and his twin in the past, but she knew enough to understand why Lilac was concerned. Davos was a dangerously deranged man. Only someone with a sick mind could have ordered such a brutal attack against Nick, who had been a teenager at that time.

  “I don’t want you in danger either,” she whispered.

  “I won’t be in danger. I’m not the one who’s personally looking for him.”

  “It doesn’t matter. He’s…bad.”

  His voice hardened. “Men like Davos must be made to pay for their sins. You understand that, don’t you?”

  Unfortunately, she did.

  “Just promise me you’ll be careful. I know – more than anyone in the world - I know and understand the need for revenge. But I wouldn’t want you to have revenge if it’s at the cost of your life.”

  “I always take care. You know that,
ma petite.
” When he saw that she was about to argue with him again, he simply ended the discussion by taking her lips in a kiss.

  Keanne froze for a second before she succumbed to his kiss with a sigh, her arms going around him.

  He carried her up to her room, knowing the way to it since they had been each other’s frequent visitor for years. He laid her gently down on the bed, his cock hardening into a full erection at the sight of her near-naked body. She was dressed in a flimsy silk nightgown, one that left little to the imagination.

  When his gaze went back to Keanne’s face, he saw that she was staring at his cock in dry-mouthed wonder.

  “Yes,” he purred. “Now’s the time you can have a taste of it.” But first he needed something. He went to her drawers, knowing exactly which one to open.

  When he returned, her eyes widened when she saw what he was holding. “Umm…”

  “To tie you up, of course.”

  And before she knew it, he had her arms up and tied to one of the bed posts with her own darn stockings.

  She tried to pull her arms free, but the knot surprisingly didn’t give. Keanne grimaced. “Have a lot of experience with this, don’t you?”

  “You should be glad for it,” he returned wickedly. “I will be a huge disappointment to a passionate girl like you if I came to you a virgin.”

  “I’m still a virgin.”

  “But you don’t have a virgin’s appetite,
ma petite
.” Jason ran a finger from her neck to between her breasts, slowly and sensually as if to prove a point. Such a simple touch and she was already arching against him, a whimper escaping past her lips.

  “Jason.”     

  “Do you understand now?” He let his finger trail lower, past her navel and then down to her very core, his finger taking its sweet time as he caressed the flesh between her folds.

 
“Jason!”
This time, she gasped it out.

  “Not just any man will be able to make your body throb.” His eyes flashed. “Not even that boy Gabriel can make you feel like this.”

  She could only look up at him in a daze, so lost in his touch that she couldn’t even remember who Gabriel was.

  “
Keanne
.” Her name on his tongue was like a caress, reminding her of the way she nearly died with pleasure as his tongue slipped between her folds. “I asked you a question. Do you understand now?”

  He cupped her suddenly, his hand completely engulfing her mound, and then he squeezed.

  “Yes!” Her head twisted left and right. She wanted so badly to take off her clothes now, but with her hands tied over her head it was impossible.

  “I’m going to touch you. I’m going to kiss you. I’m going to drive you wild with pleasure until all you can think of is me. But you must control yourself and not let yourself come until you have my cock in your mouth. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  He fingered one strap of her nightgown. “Do you have a special attachment to this?”

  She had barely finished shaking her head when he calmly ripped it apart, and the shockingly violent action had her shivering with desire. That should have terrified her, but it only served to whet her desire. Oh, how she wanted the taste of his cock now.

  He bent down and played with her breasts, his fingers expertly massaging them without ever touching her nipples.

  “Please, Jason…please.”

  But it was as if he didn’t hear her. Or, more likely, he was deriving pleasure from tormenting her.

  His fingers stopped moving. “What do you want,
ma petite?
”

  “That y-you touch me…”

  “Touch you where?” he demanded.

  Reacting to the unmistakable command in his voice, the one telling her to expose her greatest desires, she moaned, “I want you to touch my breasts and…I want you to kiss my nipples.”

  She looked up, pleadingly, and was rewarded with a sensual smile touching his cruelly beautiful lips. And then he was lowering his head and she was arching towards him.

  “Oh.” His mouth was on her breasts. His lips closed over her nipple. His tongue tasted her skin. His teeth scraped against the rosy bud of her breast.

  He started to suck, hard, so hard she had to scream, her body arching against him. Her legs tried to twist around his waist, wanting to relieve the aching emptiness between her legs, but he growled against her nipple, “No.”

  Her legs fell back down on the bed, leaving Keanne almost sobbing with desire.

  “Please, Jason, please…” He was kissing her breasts so beautifully, suckling so expertly on her nipples that she knew she was so very close to coming. Valiantly, Keanne clung hard to her senses, knowing it was the only way to keep herself from being swept away by the pleasure of his touch.

  Jason was moving down now, and she squirmed under him as she felt his hands pulling her panties away and tossing them to the floor. He gently blew against her sensitive flesh and she cried out.

  “You’re torturing me,” she accused him.

  “Yes. I am.”

  The rich dark velvet of his voice made her shiver. She was so in love with him that she was thrilled he was torturing her. Keanne knew instinctively that he would never think of torturing Lilac this way. Lilac would always be the girl on the pedestal. Keanne was more than happy to be the girl living by his side, sleeping in his arms every night.

  “Remember,” he growled. “Don’t come.” But he didn’t wait for her to speak, and it was good that he didn’t for by now, she had forgotten how to speak. All she could do was
feel,
and feel she did as he once again started tonguing her. Quick licks, slow and long strokes of his tongue, and playful darts around her clit.

  She beat her fists against his shoulders. “Jason, please.”

  “Don’t fucking come.”

  “
Jason, please…”

 
He didn’t answer, his mouth too busy working its magic on her.

  Her eyes squeezed shut.
Merde.
If this was how Jason made love
without
being in love, how much more wonderful would it be if he finally fell in love with her? The thought had her arching against him. She screamed, needing to let go of the pressure inside her in some way.

  When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring up at him, her body between his legs. He was on his knees in the bed, his erection proudly jutting forward. It was…large. Too large. So, so…much larger than she imagined it would be.

  “Is that normal?” She had to ask. She really had to.

  “It will be, for you.”

  She gulped.

  His eyes flashed, desire darkening his eyes to a stormy shade of blue. “That’s what I want you to do,
ma petite.
I want you to swallow my seed while you come with your fingers.”

  “My fingers?” she gasped.

  “Yes. I want to see you please yourself while pleasing me.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think I can do that…”

  “You can. You will.” She opened her mouth to protest and he cut her off, saying simply, “You will because it is what I want and you swore to do whatever I wanted.”

  Slowly, he reached up to release her wrists. “Now, touch yourself.”

  Shakily, she lowered her hands to the triangle between her legs.

  “Use one hand to pry yourself open, another to tease you.” He looked down to see that she was indeed doing as he commanded, and the most incredible sense of heat unfurled inside him to see her lovely hands slowly working between her legs. When he glanced back at Keanne, her face was flushed with both embarrassment and pleasure.

  “Does it feel good?”