A Question of Marriage (6 page)

He gazed down at her nakedness, her arousal evident in the glistening moisture between the lips of her bare sex.

He took her lips again in a deep, erotic, sensual kiss. Then, he ran his hands over her, from her shoulders down to her chest, then lower caressing her smooth, flat stomach. Dropping down on the bed, his hands spread her legs wider and his fingers move to stroke her pussy. As his thick fingers flick across her clit, her body jerked in response. Spreading her outer lips apart and leaning in, he draped her legs around his shoulders, sliding his tongue over her clitoris repeatedly sucking and swirling his tongue around it, at the same time, pushing her to a new level of arousal.

Her hips buck against his face, lifting and lowering in an instinctive rhythm
, until she thought she’d scream.

Inserting two fingers in her vagina
, he worked them in and out while he continued to suck on her clit, stroking her slowly at first then faster. Waves of pleasure began building until the biggest wave of all, crashed inside her and she screamed, as an orgasm exploded in a variety of colors and light.

Standing, Jordan removed his clothes and Payton focused on his erection
, that stood long, thick and proud amongst a nest of dark curls, pre-cum glistening at the tip. When she starts to move forward Jordan stops her.

“Later, right now I just want to bury myself inside you.”

Moving around the bed he opened a drawer on the nightstand and removed a foil packet sheathing himself, he leaned over and grasp her ankles pulling her forward, then sliding into her snug heat, one inch at a time. When his entire length was deep inside her, Jordan looked into her face, his eyes filled with passion as they found their rhythm. His breathing became shorter, as she met him stroke for stroke, until finally the convulsions of orgasm ripped through them, as they fell off the cliff together.

Wrapping her in his arms
, Jordan pulled her close. Their breathing becoming even and steady, as they both came down from euphoria and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning
, Payton woke up to the cool blue morning light, emphasizing the contours of Jordan’s back and legs, he was putting his clothes on.

“Good morning.”

Turning his head he smiled at her. “Good morning.”

“You plan to work today?”

“Actually, I’m going to clean out my office then I’m meeting with an old friend, why?”

“Wait,” Payton began as she sat up pulling the sheet around her body. “You got fired?”

“Yep, it seems my father took offense when I told him he couldn’t run my life,” he told her, then picking up his belt.

Payton climbed out of bed picked up the shirt he discarded from the previous night and slipped it on. “It was because of me
, wasn’t it?” She asked, gathering her clothes from the floor.

Jordan stopped buckling his belt, walked over to Payton and placed his hands on her shoulder. “Let me make one thing clear, no one
, not even my father, gets to dictate who I should and should not marry.”

“You still want to get married?”

“Yeah, why shouldn’t we? There’s nothing standing in our way.”

“But there’s no reason for us to get married now
.”

Pulling her into his arms
, Jordan kissed her deeply. Still holding her, he lifted his head. “I still want us to get married Payton, I love you.”

Payton smiled. “I love you too.”

“Then it’s settled, we’re getting married as planned.”

Payton sank down on the bed and watched Jordan pick up his coat and grab his briefcase. Despite their declaration of love she wasn’t sure they should go through with their plans to marry. Despite Jordan’s confidence
, she had a sinking feeling things wouldn’t go as planned for either of them.

********************

Jordan tossed back the last of the bourbon in his glass, then signaled the bartender for a refill, while he waited for his friend, who was a private investigator, to arrive. Earlier he’d gone to the firm to clear out his desk and his father stopped by to try and convince him to see things his way. Naturally he refused saying he wasn’t going to let him control his life. That was when his father issued the ultimatum, end things with Payton or he would see to it that her life became a living hell, and he would make sure that she wouldn’t be able to get a position writing on candy wrappers. He knew he had to find a way to stop his father from carrying out his plan, so that was when he put in the call to Howard Walker. A former Navy Seal. Howard started Elite Investigations with a few of his Seal buddies. Jordan had often used them on his most difficult cases and got excellent results.

He watched as the six foot blonde
, who was built like a pro wrestler, made his way passed the tables towards him and stop.

“You look like shit,” h
is friend said, by way of greeting extending his hand.

“Fuck you
, too!” Jordan responded gripping the younger man’s hand, in a firm handshake.

“I hav
en’t heard from you in weeks, then this morning out of the blue you call, what’s up?” Howard asks, as he sat down on the stool beside him. He signaled for the bartender and ordered a beer.

“I need you to do something for me, it involves my father
.”

Howard nodded. “What is it?”

“Remember Payton Hollister?”

“The reporter,”

“Yeah, it seems since I no longer want to do his bidding, my father has decided to threaten her livelihood unless I agree to stay away from her. I need you to dig up whatever you can find so I can use it to stop him.”

Howard blew out a low whistle. “You must really care about this woman
, if you’re willing to go up against your own father. The man is pretty formidable when it comes to his enemies.”

“I love her.”

“I never thought I’d see the day when the ultimate bachelor, Jordan Cain, would fall hard for a woman.”

Jordan chuckled. “Well stranger things have happened.”

“Don’t I know it?”

“How long will it take you to get back to me?”

“Two, three weeks tops.”

“Thanks for doing this I really appreciate it.”

“We’ll see how grateful you are when you get my bill.” The other man said finishing the last of his beer and standing.

After Howard
had gone, Jordan stood and removed his wallet from his jacket pocket, extracted a few bills tossed them on the counter and left the bar.

Three weeks later
, armed with the information he needed, Jordan rode the elevator up to his father’s office. His father’s stern secretary informed him that he was in a meeting and couldn’t be disturbed. Confident that her words would be taken as law, turned her attention back to her computer monitor. Her high-handed manner usually worked to discourage further debate but it didn’t work with him. Her attention averted, he walked passed her and into his father’s office over to his desk ignoring the two men that sat nearby and tossed the envelope he carried on top of it, then turned to address his father.

“I need to talk to you.” Aft
er a short pause he added. “Now!”

“I don’t have time for this Jordan
, can’t you see I’m in the middle of a meeting?” He said, and then turned his attention back to the two men in front of him. “Now as I was saying the law states…….”

“I mean now!”

The two men jumped in their seats as Jordan’s voice pierced the air. His father’s face flushed with rage, as he stepped from behind his desk, stopping a foot away from him.

“Wait until I’m done
, than we can talk.” J.D Senior said in a low voice.

“I’m not leaving until you hear what I have to say. If you want your friends here to listen in
, so be it.”

Knowing how relentless his son could be
, J.D Senior addressed the two men. “Gentlemen, we’ll take this up at a later date, my secretary will contact you.”

Both men gathered their discarded jackets and briefcases and left the office. Once they had gone J.D Senior turned to face his son.

“You’d better have a damn good explanation for barging in here, interrupting my meeting.” J.D Senior said icily.

“Oh trust me I do,” s
itting down on one of the black chairs facing the desk, Jordan carefully watched his father’s expression. “Why don’t you open the envelope on your desk?”

“What’s this?” His fath
er asked, picking it up.

“Open it and see for yourself.”

His father frowned. When he opened the envelope and saw it contents. “Where did you get this?” He asked angrily. “You had no right to spy on me.”

Jordan clasped his hands on the arm of the chair, feeling the anger building inside him. “How long have you been having an affair?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It is if it hurts my mother.”

“Your mother and I haven’t had a real marriage for a very long time. Enid provides the companionship I need, simple as that.”

“D
oes mom know?”

“No, and she never will.”

Jordan’s eyes narrowed. “How could you do this to our family?”

“
I’m not doing anything to anyone. This is none of your concern you need to stay out of it and keep your mouth shut.”

“Or what, yo
u’ll ruin me like you plan to do to Payton?” Jordan asked

The phone rang
, a welcoming interruption for his father who reached for it. Moving quickly Jordan sprang to his feet and grabbed his father’s hand.

“No, damn you, no more delays
, no more stalling. You’re going to talk to me now.”

“Jordan, what’s gotten into you?” His father asked, unable to
disguise the anger in his tone. “I’m your father, I don’t owe you or anyone, an explanation for my actions.”

Jordan leaned over the desk, his eyes threatening. “As far as I’m concerned you’re just a sperm donor who impregnated my mother. I may have your blood in my veins and your name but I’m nothing like you.” Straightening he let his hands fall to his sides. “I want you to stop interfering in my life and that includes my relationship with Payton.”

“I have had quite enough of this nonsense, I’ve got better things to do than discuss that piece of trash.”

Reaching across the desk Jordan grabbed his father by the collar nearly lifting him off the floor. “Don’t ever let me hear you call the woman I love
, trash, or I’ll make you regret you ever heard her name, you get me old man?” Satisfied he’d gotten his point across, he released his father.

J.D Senior gasped in astonishment. “What the hell has gotten into you? Don’t you know you
can do better than her?”

“There’s no classier woman than Payton Hollister. I am privileged to know her.”

His father let out a dismissive grunt.

“I’m only going to say this once, you harm one hair on her head
, I’ll make you regret it, that isn’t a threat it’s a promise.” Jordan responded walking out.

******************

The water cascading down her body felt wonderful, melting away all the tension inside her. Payton opened her eyes when a burst of cool air hit her, in time to see a naked Jordan stepped into the shower with her. Pulling her against him, he kissed her passionately.

“
I’m glad you’re here,” he said over the rush of water, as he lifted her sliding into her snug heat.

Payton cried out in satisfaction as he began moving inside her
, reaching between their bodies and rubbing her clitoris with his fingers. Already primed and ready, she felt powerful currents ignite, as pleasure exploded inside her feeling Jordan holding her closer with his free arm as he shuddered reaching his own release. Turning her to face the wall, Payton placed her hands against it bracing herself as Jordan’s shaft probed her ass as he cupped her breasts tweaking her nipples.

“You’re so damned sexy,” h
e murmured over the sound of the water. “One day I’m going to fuck you in this beautiful ass, would you like that?”

“Yes,”
Payton moaned arching her back, as his engorged penis slid inside her, stroking her slowly at first then picking up speed as the pleasure of an orgasm overtook her body. She felt Jordan shudder against her back, as he flooded her with his seed.

Sliding out of her limp body
, he reached for the soap and cloth hanging on the rail and gently washed her back and shoulders, moving to her hips then, each trembling legs. He paid special attention to her pussy, using his fingers instead of a cloth so that he wouldn’t irritate the sensitized flesh. Payton’s knees buckled a little as his soapy fingers slid over and rubbed her clit, she came again against his fingers, bracing herself against the wall of the shower, while her body shivered.