The Heartbreaker Series: Books 1-3 (11 page)

She takes a deep breath. “Yeah. You’d think I’d be used to her outbursts by now, but they still hurt. She’ll call me tomorrow and apologize and of course I’ll forgive her because how can I not? She’s not like everyone else.” She wraps her arm around my waist. “Make me forget what happened.”

Her eyes are pleading with me. I move on top of her and slam my lips down onto hers. She wraps her legs around my hips and holds on tight.

I open her lips with mine and rub my tongue against her bottom lip. Her tongue reaches out to mine and we do our familiar dance. My dick’s hard as hell, so I grind it against her pussy. Even with clothes between us, I can feel how hot she is. I want inside her without a rubber. I want to feel how hot and wet she is. The birth control conversation will happen sooner rather than later.

I pull away from her and look into her eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I kiss down her chin and her neck and bite into the flesh where her neck meets her shoulder. She whimpers and grinds her pussy against me. I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up and off her. She’s wearing a simple white silk bra, but it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen.

I lick over her bra and watch her nipple harden. I lean back down and bite her hardened flesh. She grabs me by my hair and arches her back, thrusting her breasts up at my face. I get up on my knees, grab the cups of her bra, and rip the fucker apart. It bares her breasts to me. I lean down and drag my tongue around her pert, pink nipple. I suck it into my mouth and gently nibble on it.

I slide my other hand down inside her panties. She’s so wet that my fingers slip right through her arousal. I bring my fingers up and rub tiny circles over her clit. Jasmine starts to pump her hips and moan. She begs me to make her come. I slide my fingers down and push one inside of her. I kiss down her stomach as I pump my finger in and out.

The closer I get to her pussy, the more I can smell her arousal. It makes me hungry as my mouth gets closer and closer to the prize. When my mouth is right over the spot I need, I grab her panties at the sides and pull until they give way.

“Ohhh baby, did you do this for me?” Her pussy appears to be freshly waxed.

I lean forward, licking her from the bottom to the top. I groan the minute her taste explodes on my tongue. She’s sweet and tangy. I could eat her cunt for days.

I pull my mouth away and she huffs at me, causing me to chuckle. “Answer me, Jasmine. Did you get that pussy waxed for me?”

“Yessss,” she moans. Jasmine grabs me by the hair and shoves my face down between her legs.

I give her what she wants and attack her pussy like a starving man. I suck her clit into my mouth and nip it with my teeth. She cries out and I lick down to her opening. I stiffen my tongue, hold her lips open with my thumbs, and drive my tongue inside of her. She cries out my name and I have to pin her hips down with my arm. She’s bucking wildly and I know she’s close to coming. I pull out my tongue and again suck her clit into my mouth and ease two fingers inside of her.

“Ahhh…” she cries as I feel her walls clamp down on my fingers. I don’t give her time to come down before my jeans are down and I’m sheathing myself with a condom. I line myself up at her opening and, in a quick move, I’m buried inside her to the hilt.

She grips my shoulders and arches her back. She’s already squeezing my dick as I begin to move inside of her. Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back. I lean down and slowly lick my way up her neck to her lips.

“Open those eyes for me, baby.”

She does what I say. Her pupils are dilated and her eyes look more black than blue. I slowly work my cock in and out of her. I kiss her lips before pulling slightly back. She reaches up and cups my cheek with her palm and, at this moment, I know I’m falling in love with her. I pick up the pace, bottoming out inside of her depths with each inward thrust.

Her cries are incoherent, but she keeps her eyes on mine. I feel the tingle start at the base of my spine and my balls tighten as my orgasm draws near. I loop my arms under her legs and spread her wide. Every time I thrust deep inside her, I grind against her clit. I feel her walls start to squeeze around me as she begins to come. The rush of moisture envelops my cock. I pick up speed and pound into her at a punishing pace. My orgasm begins and I bite into her neck just enough to hold her in place as I groan against her skin.

This woman makes me want to mark my territory every time we’re together. The tremors from my orgasm slow as I rest my forehead against her neck. She wraps her arms around my head and holds me close. As both of our breathing slows, I reluctantly pull my softening cock out of her. She whimpers against my forehead. I carefully take the condom off and throw it in the wastebasket next to her bed. I pull the blankets back and settle both of us under her covers.

“Thank you,” she whispers. She snuggles into my chest.

“Anything for you, baby.” I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. It’s only eight o’clock in the evening, but I’ll let her nap and then we’ll get dinner.

Chapter Nine

Jasmine

I stare at myself in the mirror, making sure I look like a social worker. I’m wearing a tan pencil skirt with a white dress shirt and a light baby blue cardigan. I tie my hair back in a loose chignon and apply enough makeup to give me a healthy glow.

My nerves are frayed and I feel slightly nauseous. Gabe wanted me to stay with him last night so he could wish me luck this morning, but I was adamant that I needed to be alone. I didn’t want him to witness my freak out. I did compromise and promised him I’d come to his place tonight for dinner.

Jill told me not to bring my lunch because they were going to take me out to lunch. Today is going to be dedicated to paperwork and reading policies. Tomorrow and Friday are my ride along days. Jill and Brian, another social worker, are taking me out. I can’t wait to start reviewing the cases I’m going to be taking over. I was going to review them this weekend, but Gabe is taking me somewhere for the weekend.

I grab my purse and my messenger bag so I’ll be able to bring home my work-issued laptop. I stop at Starbuck’s on my way in to grab a latte for me, and one for Jill. I pull into the parking lot of New Hope Center of Social Services, park next to Jill’s car, and take a deep breath before I get out of the car.

I make my way to the door and enter the building. I’m met by Jill’s smiling face. My happiness at seeing her quickly morphs into concern. Under her makeup, I can tell Jill’s coloring is bad. She looks like she’s lost weight.

I cover my shock and thrust the latte I got her into her hands. “I’m so happy to see you. I’m so nervous,” I tell her as she leads me to the back. There are cubicles on both sides of the room. She takes me to the one right behind hers.

“Here’s your space. I can help show you where to get supplies. Oh, and someone left a little something for you on your desk,” Jill says with a smile.

I peek my head around the corner and see the most beautiful flower arrangement. There are roses, calla lilies, stargazer lilies, and a flower I don’t recognize. I grab the card sticking out of the top. A smile graces my lips as I read his sweet words.

Jasmine,

Good luck on your first day. You’re going to be amazing. I’ll see you tonight.

With love,

Gabe

I slip the card back in the envelope and stick it in my purse. Jill’s got the goofiest smile on her face. I know she loves this. I would hate for things to end badly with Gabe and it affect my friendship with her. I smile back. “I know you like the idea of us together, but I don’t want you to be disappointed or mad at me if things don’t work out for us.”

I don’t want to admit to Jill how much I really like Gabe because then it’ll make it that much more real, so instead I ask her to take me to Taylor, who is the HR representative. We make our way to an office in the back. Taylor steps out into the hall to greet us.

Taylor is a petite redhead with a mass of curls flowing down her back. “Hi, you must be Jasmine. Why don’t you come on in and we’ll have you fill out all of the paperwork. After that, our IT guy is bringing you a laptop. Now, don’t get all excited. They’re refurbished and old, but they get the job done. Once that’s all done, we should have time to go over at least one video. Then you can take a lunch break and we’ll finish the day with the rest of the videos.”

My head is spinning as I fill out my paperwork. Taylor threw so much information at me that I don’t think I’ll remember any of it.

***

Jill and I climb into her car during our lunch break. We head to our favorite little Mexican restaurant.

“Do you have cancer? Are you sick?” The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. She whips the car over to the side of the road and throws it in park.

I watch her look down at her hands. I don’t miss the tear that leaks from her eye and rolls down her cheek. “No, I don’t have cancer. I’m-I’m pregnant.” She falls silent and so do I. “Say something.”

“Is it Nico’s baby?” She nods her head. “Do you want to have this baby? Do we need to find a clinic?”

“I want this baby so much. I just don’t think he will.”

“Well, you know you have me and your parents. You know your brother will help too.”

I pull her into a hug. I keep whispering that everything is going to be okay, that we’re family and we all stand by each other. Once her tears stop, we head to the restaurant.

Chapter Ten

Jasmine

Today, I’m riding around with Brian, who has been a social worker for the past five years. One thing I’ve noticed is that every social worker here seems to be on the younger side.

We are making a couple of home visits today and I’m looking forward to meeting some of the kids. Brian seems like a nice guy. He’s cute in that hipster sort of way. He’s wearing skinny dress pants, a short sleeve shirt, and a bow tie. His hair is gelled and swept to the side and he’s wearing large-framed glasses. He’s been a little on the flirtatious side, but I just laugh it off.

We make our way to see his first child, a little boy who is living with a foster family. The family is doing the foster-to-adopt program and this is Brian’s final visit before he pushes to get the paperwork through. This is a surprise visit, so I’m interested to see what’s going to happen.

“So, Jasmine, can I take you out for a drink after work tonight?”

He’s watching me out of the corner of his eye. I need to let him down gently. Otherwise this could make our time working together uncomfortable. I would never cheat or lead someone on. I give him what I hope is a genuine smile.

“I’m sorry, Brian. I can’t. I have plans with the man I’m seeing.” Gabe was very vague about what we’re doing. He told me to pack an overnight bag, but wouldn’t tell me what kind of clothes I need.

“Oh, sure, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were seeing someone.”

He gets silent and now I feel bad.

“It’s okay. Maybe one night after work next week we can all go out for dinner and drinks.”

He seems to like that answer because he begins to talk at full speed again.

Not too much later, we pull into the driveway of a cute little bungalow. I notice the pretty flowerbeds, toys scattered all over the lawn, and chalk drawings on the driveway. We climb out and make our way up the stairs to the door. A petite plump woman opens the door.

“Brian! Come on in. What are you doing here?” She glances at me and smiles.

“It’s your last surprise home visit. This is Jasmine and she’s one of our new social workers. I wanted her to meet you guys. Jasmine, this is Marley.”

I reach out and shake her hand. She steps back so we can enter and I find another woman with a squirming toddler in her arms.

“Brian! Is this the last visit?” I can see tears in the other woman’s eyes.

We all go into their living room. I introduce myself to the other woman. I grab the little boy’s hand and give it a little shake. He giggles and hides his face in his mommy’s neck. “This is Jase,” she tells me.

Over the next half hour, Brian goes through the home, which he says is just a formality, and goes over paperwork with Marley and Carrie. I entertain Jase on the floor as they all talk. I should be listening to what’s going on, but Jase is so cute, I can’t help but play with his trucks with him.

When the last of the papers are signed, tears build in my eyes. Both women are openly weeping as they hug each other. Jase doesn’t like seeing his mommies cry, so he runs over to them and wraps his chubby little arms around their legs until Marley scoops him up. I watch Brian take out a camera and snap a couple of pictures.

We say goodbye.

***

I pull into Gabe’s garage, like he instructed me to, and grab my bag out of the backseat. When I reach the door, he opens it and greets me with a kiss. “Hi, babe,” he says against my lips.

“Hi. Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I’m nervous but excited to see what he has planned.

“I’ll tell you when we get to the airport.” He gives me another kiss and then he’s gone.

“Seriously, you’re not going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask, running down the hall to catch up with him. He smiles and shakes his head as we head up the stairs into his bedroom. I watch while he grabs his toiletry bag out of his en suite and throws it in his carry-on bag. He grabs my hand and drags me downstairs. His car is already in the driveway, so he leads me out the front door.

The whole drive to the airport, I keep trying to get it out of him. The only thing he tells me is that it’ll be warm.

We reach the airport and he parks his car in long-term parking. We hop on the shuttle that drives by. I’m filled with nervous energy as we reach the doors to the airport. Gabe steps off the shuttle before me. He grabs my hand and helps me down, laughing at me as he shakes his head. “Don’t be nervous.”

With a hand to my lower back, he propels me inside the doors.

“Oh my God! We’re going to Los Angeles?” I know I look like a fool bouncing up and down, but I’ve never really gone anywhere out of state before. He tells me we’re flying into LA, but driving to Malibu.

We go through security and make our way down to our gate. Our flight doesn’t leave for an hour, so we stop for a drink in the bar.

“So, how was your day today?” he asks before pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear.

I can’t help the huge smile that graces my lips. “It was really great. I got to witness a family going through the final steps to adopt their son. It was really beautiful to watch them shed happy tears as they signed their paperwork. Brian managed to get the sweetest picture of them.” I take a drink of my beer. “I know it won’t always be happy visits, but that visit today just confirmed I am where I’m supposed to be.”

“I love that answer, babe.” He kisses my forehead. We finish our beers and head to the seating area outside our gate.

“Where are we staying? A hotel?” I ask. He still hasn’t really given me any details yet.

“No, we’re staying at my dad’s place.” I freeze at his answer. I’m scared to death. What if he thinks I’m too young and encourages Gabe to break things off with me?

“Jasmine, relax. He’s in New York for the summer for work. We’ll have the place all to ourselves. We would’ve stayed at my place, but I sold it and the people I sold it to paid extra to move in quickly. His place is right on the beach, so I hope you brought that sexy little polka dot bikini.” He throws his arm around my shoulders and I lean into his side.

When they call for us, I find out that we’re sitting in first-class. It’s my first time in first-class and I can’t wait. As always, I notice the looks Gabe gets from other women and it is starting to piss me off. It couldn’t be any more obvious that we’re together, but do the women care? Of course they don’t. Bitches.

We step into the plane and they direct us to our seats. When we get to our seats, he puts our bags overhead and we wait for departure.

***

Gabe

We land in LA just after nine. Once we are off the plane, we make our way to the rental car place and get into a black convertible I’ve rented for the weekend. The night is warm as we drive down the CA-1 to Malibu, so we have the top down.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Jasmine tilt her head back and smile. In this moment, I know taking her away for a weekend was the right decision. By the time we pull into the driveway of my dad’s condo, she’s asleep. I put the top up, come around to her side, and gently shake her awake.

“Baby, wake up.” Her eyes flutter open. Watching the smile that tips up the corner of her lips when she looks at me does something unexplainable to me.

“Sorry I fell asleep,” she whispers.

“That’s okay, babe. Let’s get you inside.”

I help her out of the car, wrap my arm around her waist, and lead her in. I flip on the light and lead Jasmine down the hall to the bedroom we’re sleeping in. It’s not the master suite because that’s my dad’s and I’m not going to fuck my woman in the same bed that my dad sleeps in. This place is nice, but everything is white. It looks too sterile, but my dad refused to do any decorating since he stays primarily in New York.

We get our stuff unpacked. Then I get Jasmine a glass of wine and take her out to the deck. The sound of the ocean fills the night as I watch her walk toward the railing. I step behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. She leans into me as she takes a sip of her wine. I move her hair to the side and kiss her behind her ear.

Before today, I hadn’t seen her in a couple of days. I’ve missed her. I love her laugh, her caring nature, her baking abilities, and the way she looks out for my sister and others she cares about. I’m at the point in my life that I know what I want and she’s it for me.

I know she has issues and she hasn’t really opened up to me about them. I know her dad split when she and her brother were babies and she never saw him again. I can’t imagine abandoning my children when they needed me the most. I’ll just have to prove to her that I’d never do anything like that.

I rub my hands down her stomach and up to her tits. I cup them in my hands and her head falls back against my shoulder. She’s so responsive when I touch her. Her breathing speeds up as I pluck her nipples between my fingers. She pushes her ass against my cock and it immediately gets hard.

I press my lips against her neck. I very gently nip the sensitive flesh where her shoulder meets her neck. She grinds harder against me and whimpers. I slide one hand down until I’m cupping her pussy. She’s wet already.

“Give me your mouth,” I tell her. She turns and tips her head so I can nip at her lips. My lips connect with hers and Jasmine immediately opens her mouth for me. I rub her pussy and she pants and whimpers against my lips.

“My girl is ready to explode, isn’t she?”

“Y-Yes,” Jasmine stutters. I press harder against her pussy and she grinds against my hand. I slide my hand up the leg of her shorts and slide my fingers under the silky material. I shove two fingers into her tight, hot, wet channel. She cries out against my lips as her pussy grips my fingers. Her orgasm starts to let up and I bring her down easy before I turn her around and lift her up with her legs around my waist. I blindly carry her into the house and into my room.

***

My eyes drift open and I notice, right away, that I’m alone. I don’t hear any noise, so I get up. I throw on pajama pants and head for the bathroom. Then I make my way down the hall and find her out on the deck. She’s wearing one of my dress shirts and damn, does it look sexy on her. It hits her about mid-thigh, showing off her long, tan legs. She’s leaning against the balcony, staring out at the ocean. I start a pot of coffee and, while it’s brewing, I go to her.

She turns when she hears me shut the door. She comes to me and wraps her arms around my waist. I hug her to my chest. Her scent surrounds me and I have to will my dick to stop getting hard.

“Good morning,” she whispers against my chest.

“Morning. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept great. I woke up and could smell the ocean through the windows. Are we going to hang out on the beach today?” she asks, her smile so fucking bright it’s blinding. It makes me want to keep her naked in my bed all day, but we only have this full day to do stuff and then we fly home tomorrow afternoon.

“Yeah, I thought we could hang out on the beach for a while and then we could go drive around. I’ll show you the sights.” She kisses my neck and snuggles close.

“That sounds like fun.” She looks at me with those big, blue eyes of hers. “Thank you for doing this. It’s exactly what I needed.”

Since last weekend, Jasmine’s been waiting for her mom to call and apologize for how she behaved, but, so far, she hasn’t called. I can tell it hurts her, especially since her mom’s been calling Jordan constantly. I can’t imagine what it’s like for Jasmine to deal with it when her mom does hurtful stuff, especially since the woman can hardly help it.

Maybe I need to try to find her dad. If they were given a chance to reconnect, maybe that would be exactly what she needs—one parent who could be the one to care for her instead of the other way around. I’m going to contact a buddy of mine to see if he can help me find the guy. I just hope it’s not a mistake.

I tell her to go shower and get her suit on so we can hang out for a bit down on the beach. While she does that, I whip up some scrambled eggs and toast for us. Luckily, my dad’s neighbor was able to stock the fridge for me before we got here.

I’m just plating the food when Jasmine sits at the counter. I let my eyes drift down her body and back up. She’s wearing the polka dot bikini she wore at my place the first time we saw each other after our first meeting. She’s got little white knit shorts on that hug her ass. I know I’m half hard, but I don’t care. After I set her plate in front of her, I grab her ponytail, tip her head back, and attack her mouth.

She grips my biceps as she opens her mouth for me. She tastes like mint. I flick my tongue against hers, loving the whimper that escapes her lips. I pull back and kiss her lips one more time before sitting down next to her and digging into my eggs.