Keeping You: KJ Elite Inc. (17 page)

If Death came calling tonight, I’d go happily. To be the gentleman my mother tried to raise, I made a move for the door avoiding her glorious body. Her hand caught the back of my shirt and tugged lightly.

“Stay.” She whispered. “Join me.”

“Sugar, we don’t have to.”

“I know, but I want to.”

Her voice was low, but inviting.

“Will you join me?”

If we were measuring the steps she was taking right now, she was running across the fucking moon.

It took me a half of a half of a third of a second before I was standing there naked as the day I came into this world.

Prosthetic or no prosthetic, she asked me to join her in the shower and there was no other option. Hell, if there was I didn’t want it.

“Can you go in with that?” She asked me, nervously.

“I have what you can call a water leg. Hold on. Stay here, please.”

I went out and unlocked a compartment in the closet where most of my stuff was that I did not want anyone finding. Even Luke. Then I made sure to pull the curtains and lock the bedroom door.

When I came back, she was in the shower, getting her hair wet. Something about how she started without me, put me at ease. She didn’t make me feel like she was waiting on me, or like I needed her help.

The one thing that still scared me more than it pissed me off, was the one thing she cared least about. It was a big reason I went to bars out of Devine and never committed; why I never thought about having a forever until Jamie. It’s so easy to go unnoticed when the girl is drunk, but out in the light, stone cold sober and vulnerable – that was scary as Hell.

In a move that surely made her feel brave and in charge, Jamie crooked her finger at me.

“Come here” her eyes screamed.

Oh, someone was definitely coming…

Chapter 9

         
Considering how the shower was boxed in the way it was, it surprised me that it hadn’t set me off; maybe it helped that I could see out of the glass.

Noah carefully entered the shower, putting me in a calm state where I felt safe and adored. People think that just because I’m a model I didn’t get self-conscious or nervous – they are dead wrong. While I may not be the typical model in that aspect, I knew how to hold my own in the business and Matt and Taylor kept me running like a well-oiled machine. I was no one’s puppet, but it was obvious to those who cared enough to look that I had been at one point in my sad little life.

“Alright. Where’s my surprise?” His eyes grew wide with excitement.

I couldn’t help my small chuckle.

“What are you talking about?”

“You said you had something for me.” Holding one hand to the built in rail, he put out the other and shook his cold body.

“First, get under the water. Second, I said I wanted to try something, not give you something.”

“Mmm, but you are a gift.”

Noah settled onto the stone bench and pulled me to him.

I supposed I did actually mean to give him something if you thought about it.

Taking advantage of his position, I slid down to my knees and laid my hands on his massive thighs.

The phrase, ‘massive thighs’ sounds appalling but when you have a man as perfectly built as Noah Kane, those words were as far from repulsive or appalling as you could get. His body was perfect in every way; tan and lean with not one single ounce of fat on it. Noah’s muscles rippled when he moved and that had me turned on in seconds.

“You okay?” His smile slipped and he put his hands under my arms to lift me.

“Yes, put me down.” I’ve never not said please. Even when the Ice Queen was reigning, I had my manners about me. Here though, I needed Noah to understand me completely.

The gravity of my seriousness settled within him and his hands shifted to my shoulders.

“Well, I do say Ms. Wright, this is the second time in one day that you have been on your knees before me. I don’t think you seem to know what that does for me.”

I’d have to be utterly blind to not know what effect I was having on him.

It was practically punching me in the chin, after all.

His awe-inspiring erection was bobbing right there in front of me; it was quite impressive and to be honest, not ugly at all like I had heard they could be. Oddly enough, it almost reminded me of a lighthouse the way it stood so prominently and had a vein spiraling up so perfectly from base to head. And hello, Prince Albert. Right there before me was a thick hooped piercing hanging off the end of his penis. I licked my lips before thinking, eliciting a scrumptious sound from Noah’s throat.

My first year modeling, a photographer took pity on me for a sexy shoot and spent hours teaching me how to wear a sultry, come-get-me look.

I unleashed it now and wrapped my hands around the base of his enormous penis.

Even in my head, I couldn’t bring myself to use the vulgar slang words for it.

My first foster mother was a horribly correct woman who would not stand for improper grammar or cursing. While she didn’t ever beat kids, she sure could get creative until they came around to her way of speaking. And holy crow, what am I doing thinking of my foster mother?

Noah’s muscles tightened and he hissed.

“Sugar.” It was one word with a million meanings.

I stared at him, assuring myself that no matter how I did it, so long as I didn’t bite the man, he would enjoy it.

The size of him had me questioning whether he’d fit in my mouth, or anywhere for that matter but I don’t really care. For some reason, I have to have him. Piercing or not.

My tongue sweeps out and circles the head of him as gracefully as possible. Then I slide it up and lick off the bead of pre-cum. I’d read that it was almost like licking a lollipop.

Noah grips the stone like he is trying to crumble it with one hand while the other flies into my hair and tightens, pulling my hair without pulling my head back.

I slip my tongue from tip to base and back up before rolling my lips over my teeth and putting the first inch of him in my mouth.

The feel of him in my mouth, his pulsing heat, has me growing wetter by the second. A buzzing starts between my legs and moves down to my toes. He’s silky and blazing on my tongue.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jamie.”

I want to giggle but this is not the time nor the place.

Gradually picking up pace, I can feel his second hand twist into my hair; the threads of his control are snapping wildly, pushing him forward in my mouth with a small thrust.

The jolt hits a nerve and unburies a horrific image that had long ago been thrown into a black hole in my mind; my body begins to shake, not from the cold, as I fight it back.

“Up here, sugar. Keep your eyes open and on me; stay with me.” Lightly he tugs my head back just enough so that when I open my eyes, I’m staring straight into his. The memory disappears just as quickly as it appeared. With every bit of self-control he still has, he uses it to ground me.

Still in my mouth, Noah gives a small push; he untangles one hand to stroke my face.

A moan breaks free from my throat, vibrating against his penis.

I continue moving steadily, up and down, savoring the feel and taste of him – he’s better than the finest chocolates which I’ve also indulged on tonight thanks to Taylor and Matt.

Noah seems to lose all control and moves my head up and down at a quicker pace, thrusting his hips up. He still hasn’t allowed me to go all the way on him, staying away from my gag reflex but I want all of him.

At some point my teeth are no longer wrapped under my lips but he doesn’t appear mind.

I grab Noah’s butt and force him all the way in. I’m so hot for him, I’m about to come just by pleasuring him. His piercing hits the back of my throat but it only serves to turn me on further. There’s no pain or discomfort.

“Jamie, I’m gonna come.” He warns.

You and me both.

I keep moving quickly, wanting what he’s warning me against.

He tries pulling back, pulling out, but I dig my nails into his skin and move with him.

“Ah, Jamie!” He howls.

Down the back of my throat, a sweet and sour taste flows; hot like lava but velvety.

Once he stops pumping into my mouth and loosens his hold on my hair, I pull away and wipe my mouth.

Not like I know the protocol but I can imagine he wouldn’t want to kiss me so I jump up and begin rinsing my mouth with the toothbrush I’d snuck in here, toothpaste already on it.

“You sure knew what you wanted, huh?” Noah chuckled. “Just figured I was a sure bet.”

I wasn’t embarrassed or regretful of what I had just done to him but I was naturally a shy person so I kept my face hidden, brushing away.

Noah stood and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into the stream of water with him.

“I would have kissed you, regardless.” He rasped into my ear, taking hold of and throwing my tooth brush.

Oh.

“Another first, sugar?” He asked.

I nodded. “Sort of.”

His body went rigid before I felt his tight smile spread across my shoulder blade; he was layering kisses across and down my back.

“Now’s the point where I would have dropped and reciprocated but for one,” he motioned to his ‘water leg’, then finished, “and b, that was so fucking amazing I still need to catch my breath.”

That made me smile like a lunatic, I couldn’t help it. Not only had he not let the interruption dominate the atmosphere but he let slip my craziness. It hurt like heck to have him see how tainted I was. Noah though, was gracious enough to let it go…for now. If I knew anything about him at all by now it was that he likes to be in the know at all times; I was lucky enough that he wasn’t forcing me to talk about it. He really was a good man, caring and considerate.

The stupidest thing popped out of my mouth. “Best yet?”

It has to be a disease just now showing itself because I never speak my mind; words don’t just fly out of my mouth but apparently ever since having Noah in my life, they do.

I didn’t really want him to answer because I wasn’t stupid; it would have felt good no matter who did it.

“No.” My smile faded but then he turned me around, pulling me back into his chest and said, “Best ever.”

My face was going to break if I smiled any wider.

“What do you say we get out of here and head over to my place?” He made his eyebrows jump and then winked wickedly.

He shut the water off and wrapped me in a fluffy midnight blue robe.

“You really like blue?” I asked, curious.

“Yeah. Blue and mint green are my favorite colors.” He said matter-of-factly. “Yours?”

“That’s very specific, ‘mint green’.” I deepened my voice to imitate him when I repeated mint green.

He pushed the tip of my nose lightly, after laughing with me a spell.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

I wrinkled my nose in thought and then smirked naughtily. “Grey.”

As in the color of your eyes.

He gave me a goofy look but then grinned knowingly.

Movement caused me to look down and I bit my cheek when I saw his towel jutting out from the force of his erection. Gosh, but the man was quite well endowed.

Before embarrassing myself further, I led the way out of the bathroom and trotted over to his bed. Climbing up was like entering another world. Noah released the ties on the posts, enclosing the bed in the canopy. A darker colored cover slid over the tan canopy which would have made it pitch black within the confines of the canopy if not for the lights at the head of the bed.

I slid under the covers, robe and all while waiting for Noah to take care of whatever he needed to. It was about five minutes later that I slid into a comatose state, body radiating joy and excited, nervous energy.

I’m not entirely sure what time of the day it is but a scuffle near the foot of the bed woke me abruptly. From the other side of the canopy cover harsh whispers cut the air, making me nervous. It’s easy and comforting to know from his familiar scent that Noah is one of the angry voices but the other I’m most certain I don’t recognize. They’re actually very quiet but their anger is stifling.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, boy?”

“It’s not what you think.” Noah insisted. “Not entirely.”

“Really? That’s what you’re going with after I watched yall on damn live feed?”

Um, live feed?

The hairs on my neck stood on end. I pulled the robe tighter up to my chin but leaned forward another inch.

Noah, I think, made a strangled choking sound.

“They should have been shut off the very second she was in the bathroom.”

“I didn’t watch if that’s what you’re getting at.” The gravelly voice ground out. “Let’s get a few things straight.”