All Good Things Absolved (9 page)

He stared at me with brown eyes that were so similar to my own. "I'm visiting my sister. Is that so difficult to believe?"

I laughed. "Yeah, it is actually."

"Why?"

I sighed. He was seriously playing this game with me? I was a LeRoux too. Just because I tried to cut all ties didn't mean I didn't know with full understanding how my family worked. "Don't play with me Andrew. I lived in our family. We don't do anything without an ulterior motif."

His brow raised. "What's the motif for catching Jace Rush?"

I bristled. The thought of my palm contacting with the side of his face was a sweet thought. It was nearly impossible to pass up, but somehow I managed. "There is no motif there, Andrew. I ditched the family ways when I left Toronto."

"You're just like the rest of us, Olivia. Don't kid yourself." Andrew looked annoyed. His scowl was almost violent and it took everything within me not to cringe. "You're the most manipulative of us all. How do you think you got grandfathers money? How do you think you were able to run away and start something here?"

"Shut up, Andrew." I spoke the words between clenched teeth and his brown eyes glimmered in satisfaction. If he could, he would have purred, I was certain.

"I'm not trying to pick a fight with you, Olivia."

"Really?" I asked in a tone of disbelief. "What
are
you doing?"

He didn't acknowledge my question. Instead, he asked one of his own. "You're getting married?"

"I am." I didn't bother asking how he knew. I didn't think I wanted to know.

He nodded. "You weren't planning on inviting mom and dad?"

"No, Andrew." I shook my head. "I'm not inviting them."

"That's hurtful." He said and he actually sounded like he meant it.

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I refrained. "I don't see a reason to invite my past to a celebration of my future. If they wanted to be part of my life they would be. But they aren't. And just because I'm marrying Jace Rush doesn't mean I'm willing to bring our father back into my life. I'm finally happy and I'm not willing to risk it."

"You're selfish." Andrew said quietly as he sipped his coffee. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I turned my back. "I have to go."

"I'm sorry, Olivia."

I froze. This was so very out of character. "For what?"

"For never supporting you with Bryce. I should have. He's so much better for you than Jace."

I laughed with a shake of my head. "No, that was the one thing you did right, Andrew. Bryce wasn't for me. He couldn't stand me."

Andrew shook his head. "He's been a mess without you."

I laughed and the sound was spiteful. It surprised me. I wasn't a spiteful person. "You really expect me to believe that?"

"It's the truth." Andrew shrugged. "He loved you."

"No Andrew," I shook my head. "Bryce loathed me. He told me all the time."

"He wasn't thinking right, Olivia." He looked me directly in the eye. "Come home."

I was floored. Was he serious? Had he lost his mind? "What?"

"Sell the café. Come home. Bryce wants you back and mom and dad want you back."

I cocked my head. "But you don't want me back, do you?"

"Of course I do." He was defensive. I knew I hit my target.

"No you don't." I took another step closer to him. "You loved it when I left because Dad could finally concentrate on you. You loved having the attention." My mind clicked and I finally understood why Andrew was here. "Dad is bragging about the fact that I'm marrying Jace Rush, isn't he. That's why you want me to toss it all away, isn't it?"

At the silence, I knew I was right on the money. My brother - the manipulative scumbag. I've never hated him more then I did in this moment.

I turned away and started walking to the Audi at the curb when he spoke. "You'll regret this decision, Olivia. You'll see."

I didn't bother acknowledging his words. They were silly anyway and I knew they would only annoy me. Instead, I held my head high with the knowledge that I was on the way to meet my fiancé.

Chapter 8

I stepped into Jace's office and almost moaned at the sight of him. The neck of his shirt was undone, his cobalt tie loose. His black hair was disheveled and I knew he'd run his hand through it an extensive number of times. He was on the phone, but the moment his eyes found mine, they simmered to life. I could practically feel his gaze the way I might feel touch. Every hair follicle over my body stood erect and a shiver broke out over my skin. My toes curled involuntarily in my boots and beneath the layers of clothing I wore, my nipples hardened. My man was the literal essence of sex.

"Something came up. I'll have to call you back." He didn't wait for a response. Instead he placed the phone on the receiver and stood from his chair. His eyes were trained on me as he walked around his desk, making me quiver in anticipation. I locked his door and in response his eyes twinkled.

"Hi," I murmured. My God. I sounded wanton.

"I've been waiting for you." He spoke through a husky voice. "You didn't call."

I thought about telling him I'd gone to see my brother, but decided to wait. "Surprise," I said with a smile instead. "Did you miss me?"

He caught my hips in his hands, his thumbs massaging the skin over my bones. "You have no idea."

"I missed you." I whispered. The desire in my voice was so thick I swear I could feel it residing between us. "I thought I would wake with you inside me." I pouted.

His eyes shimmered. "You like that?"

I moaned. "I love it." I shifted my hips into his and found to my liking that he was hard. As rock. For me. "And I love that you're hard for me now too."

"Angel," Jace groaned. "I'm always hard for you."

I felt my stomach tighten. "Always?"

"Always," he confirmed.

I reached between us to undo his pants and his cock twitched in his pants. I knew he was swelling further. It was a brilliant sight - his hot heavy cock throbbing for me. It made my body weak and my mind think crazy thoughts. I pulled his hard flesh free of his pants before lowering myself to my knees. I took him in my mouth slowly and moaned at the feel of his warmth on my tongue. It was exquisite. I loved sucking him. Nothing compared. I worked him, taking him deep before suckling gently at his tip. Jace moaned with his head thrown back. I watched him from where I knelt on the ground. I couldn't help myself. Seeing him in the haze of desire was consuming.

He lifted his head to watch me with burning eyes. "Angel," he groaned. "Stop. I want to come inside you."

I slowly pulled my mouth from his cock. "Is coming in my mouth not inside me?"

His hand grasped my butt, dipping into the waist of my jeans. "I want to take your ass. You're ready for me."

He was right. I was ready for him. I'd used three different sized plugs to stretch myself over the course of the last three and a half weeks. I was more than ready for him. I wanted this. I wanted him to take me in every way. And I had read on Google while searching the act of anal penetration that, if taken slow, it's not really as bad as one might think. I could totally do this. I loved Jace and I trusted him. I trusted him with my life and my body. There was no reason I couldn't trust him with this. I knew he would listen to me if it ever came to be too much. I still had our safe word, I thought to myself in the back of my mind. I could still call out EXIT and have him stop immediately.

Jace searched my face as I thought and his eyes darkened. "Tell me you're ready for me, Angel."

I swallowed and my belly clenched - the telltale feeling of my desire for him. "I'm ready, Jace."

"I know." He grinned as his mouth crushed against mine. His lips were almost harsh and filled with exposed desire. He used his teeth to extradite moans from between my lips and his hands gripped my behind hard. He ground himself into me as his lips and tongue worked my mouth. Literally fucking my mouth. He was getting me ready to experience pain and pleasure, I knew.

I let my mind disconnect from worry and fear as I kissed him back. My moans were feral and my hands in his hair and over his body were carnal. My need for him was carnal. I ground my hips against his, determined to meet his plea for raw emotion equally. And I succeeded. A low growl from Jace's throat confirmed this for me.

On a low growl he spoke. "Strip for me."

Oh.
We were back to this? I like. He hadn't asked me to strip for him in a long time. This excited me and I intended to make it a hell of a show. He deserved it. My amazing, loving man.

Slowly, carefully, I stepped backwards away from him. I slowly slipped from my blazer before working the hem of my shirt leisurely up over my stomach. All the while, I danced to a melody in my mind. My hips swayed teasingly as I exposed my pink lace clad breasts to Jace who was watching me with hot eyes. My hands moved over the swell of my breasts and down my stomach to the button of my jeans. I unclasped the button and unzipped the zipper, exposing matching pink panties. I bent at the waist with my ass high in the air and spread my legs. Each of my hands ran down the length of my thighs to my boots where their zipper resided. Slowly, I unzipped the zipper and slipped my feel from the boots before working my way back to the waist of my jeans. I hooked my thumbs in the belt-loops and tugged, teasingly exposing flesh inch by inch.

When I was standing in only my underwear, I decided to up my anti. I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor before I walked to the edge of Jace's heavy wood desk. I leaned my backside against it ran my hands over my breasts. My nipples beaded under my touch and as I pinched them, rolling them between my fingers for him to see, I moaned throatily. He gasped and a muscle in his jaw twitched. I knew he was struggling to maintain distance. He wanted to touch me the way I was touching myself, but he also wanted to watch. Knowing he was so torn made me feel emboldened and I let one hand dip low over my belly to the band of my panties. I continued to work my breasts as I let my fingers disappear into my panties, instantly finding my sweet spot. Not once did I take my eyes off his as I worked my clit.

The thought of doing this with any other person was humiliating. Never once had I considered doing something so brazenly wanton, but with Jace it felt right. It felt
real
. And I wanted to be the one who made his eye light up in smoldering desire and heated love. I never wanted to lose whatever it was about me that captivated him to completely.

A vein in his neck throbbed and he swallowed a stifled groan of defeat as he took a step toward me. And as though it was the swing that broke the ice, he continued until he was standing before me and his hand had replaced mine in my panties.

"This is mine, Angel."

I nodded eagerly. "Yes Jace," I panted. "Yours."

"Turn around."

"Here?" My eyes widened. He was going to take my ass over his desk?

"Yes Angel, here."

My heart beat fast as I slowly turned my back to him. I wondered now if I should have tempted the beast from his lair, but now was just a little too late. He was tempted - he was out - and he was all beastly, primal man ready to take his woman.

The instant I was facing the desk, I felt Jace's hand on my back. He was pressing me into the desk until my breasts were flush against the wood. At first, it was cold against my nipples, and I gasped in surprise but then the feel of Jace's hands removing my panties washed out all other sensation. My mind was overridden by anticipation of his hard shaft embedded within me where no one had ever gone. I was shaking. My knees were weak and my ankles felt as though they were moments from giving in. I was so nervous and overcome with lust I could barely breathe. My breaths were shallow and raspy and I tried to concentrate on slowing them, but I couldn't.

"Place your hands above your head." Jace commanded.

I missed this side of him. I loved his dominant side. I know it scared me at one point, but I had learned to love it. And now I needed it and I instantly complied to his verbal demands. I wanted more.

"You're ass is so fucking sexy." He purred. He was on his knees. What the hell was he doing down there? I squirmed. "Lift your feet, I don't want these around your ankles."

Oh thank God! He was down their because of my panties. I breathed a breath of release as I lifted one ankle at a time. "Is that better for you, Sir?"

I felt the sting of his palm at my backside. "Don't be sarcastic. I have you at a disadvantage."

His voice sounded like a warning and the idea made my belly warm and my girly parts moist. Fuck - I wanted him. "Jace,"

"Hush." He commanded. "All good things come to those who wait, Angel."

I fucking loathed that line! "Fuck," I groaned and before the word was even out of my mouth I'd earned myself another smack on the rear.

"Language." He warned.

"Are you kidding me?" I cried as he pet my ass, smoothing his rough hand over the sting he'd caused.

"You know I never kid. Not with you and not with this." He dropped down to his knees again. "Spread your legs for me."

Instantly, fearful of earning another lashing, I spread my legs. My sex was throbbing with need and I wondered when he was going to get on with this. I hated the slow torturous torment of waiting for him to claim me. It was wondrously agonizing. I never imagined I could want someone so bad it hurt. I never imagined I would feel the ache of being empty without him inside me...but I did. And I felt it now more than ever.

His hand met with the throbbing bead of my sex and a loud moan toppled off my lips. His flesh was warm and I squirmed. He quickly stifled my movement by grabbing at my inner thigh hard.

"Oh," I gasped.

"Stand still." His tone was thick. I struggled to obey his command. All I wanted to do was wriggle, but he was in a dominating mood and I knew I had to entertain him. If I didn't, he would most certainly trample me.

I bit down on my lower lip as he stroked me with the pad of his thumb. Every nerve ending over my body was strung high with lust. My legs shook under the weight of my body filled to the brim with desire. It was a blissfully painful high that only kept climbing until I felt as though I was surely about to burst wide open for him.