Forever Rain (Rain Will Fall Trilogy #1) (23 page)

“Everything is possible with the Internet and her knowledge of where unique pieces can be found. She will make appointments to see you. I know you don’t have a lot of extra time, but just think about it. I’m in no hurry. I have the bedroom, kitchen and office, which is all I need for now.”

I swear to God, the man thinks of everything. Nothing is done or even suggested without a plan a, b and c.

“Well, maybe I can help her choose some of the furnishings and art. She will do a lot better than I ever could.”

“Great. No rush.” He took my hand and headed back to the door. “Wait till you see the pool. It’s on the roof one level higher but it won’t be ready for another week.”

“This is a beautiful room. What do you use it for?” I asked.

Jordan stood looking around the room. His hands were in his pockets and sunglasses perched on his head, with his legs spread apart. I had an urge to be jumped by him right then.

I quickly looked away from him hoping he would not see the lustful need in my eyes.

“I plan to have some private parties here soon. It can hold about fifty people or so. Just close intimate friends or business colleagues. The decorators just finished up last week. I think we should break it in soon. What do you think?” He held out his hand to me. I grasped his fingers, a little confused that we seem to be heading out again.

“Um, where are we going?”

“To my estate in The Woodlands. There is not much here. I have a housekeeper for here, but she doesn’t start until Monday, so I have no food and there’s not much for her to do yet.”

“How long have you had your place in The Woodlands?” I was not aware that he had another home here. Come to think of it, I don’t know much about Jordan’s living arrangements, nor his homes.

“I bought it a couple years ago when I decided to move to Houston.”

We were back in the elevator. It just dawned on me as we are leaving, that his penthouse was on the 50th floor.

“Do you still have an office in Austin?”

“Yes, but it will be moving into this building in the next few weeks. My other offices in Asia and Europe will continue with business as usual. The only difference is that I will not be there as much as I once was. I hired two vice presidents to oversee business in those areas but every major purchase or transaction must be cleared through me first. The changes have been coming slowly over the past few years.”

Interesting.

Jordan walked toward another car not far from the Jaguar that we rode in from the airport. The attendant came running over to assist him. He gave Jordan a set of keys. Jordan pulled the car up to where I stood. Hopping out, he came over to my side and opened the passenger door. I couldn’t help myself. I ran my hands over the luxurious leather. It felt like butter against my skin. A sleek black convertible Maserati.

“Nice car.” I mean, what else could I say. I was totally speechless by his cars. They were gorgeous, obviously expensive, and all built for speed.

“Not just any car. This is a Maserati Grancabrio MC. I could give you the stats, but right now I’d rather talk about how totally hot you look in my car.” He winked at me and peeled out of the garage.

“How many cars do you have?”

“In Downtown Houston there are two, and three more in The Woodlands. This one does not have a name. Would you do it the honor?”

I smiled at the way his face lit up like a teenage boy. The man loved cars.

“I will need to think about it. I’m not sure what kind of personality it has yet.”

“I want to fuck you in all my cars.”

My breath caught in my throat. I felt the heat slowly rising. His hand reached over to hold mine. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, because if I looked at him right now, I just may beg him to take me back to his penthouse and fuck me senseless.

“It’s that look. The look that you have on your face right now reminds me of how you look when you have my cock in your mouth.” He put my hand on his jeans and I squeezed his growing erection.

“You would so be in my mouth if the top was up.” The words had just left my mouth when Jordan exited the freeway, pulled over on the side and put the top up.

I laughed at his lack of patience.

“You have a wicked mouth, babe. I love when you suck me off.” I slid his zipper down and his cock sprung out of his jeans.

“You’re commando!” I laughed and licked my lips in anticipation of tasting him, in a hot fast car, on the freeway. Unbelievable.

“Surprise.”

“Naughty boy. Keep your hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. And make sure no one sees me going down on you.”

“Ah, sure, babe, but do it now, please, before I make a fool of myself in front of you and a mess in my new car.”

I leaned over and flicked my tongue over the top of his cock. His musky smell was erotic and I pulled the round bulging head of his penis into my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue.

Jordan inhaled quickly, his breathing increasing as I licked the tip of his penis with my tongue. He tried to push his hips, up but I pulled away and took his shaft in my hand, smiling wickedly up at him.

“Little tease,” he said with a strained look on his face.

I went down again, and with one swift motion, took him in my mouth until his cock hit the back of my throat. I keep pulling on his length and increasing my tempo.

Jordan started to groan and strained his body toward my mouth.

I let him this time. I sucked and pulled on his cock with a frantic pace as I tasted his pre-cum. He was getting close and I keep up the sucking and pulling motion that had my cheeks hollow. I pulled his balls from the jeans and dragged my nails along the bottom side of his globes as he erupted in my mouth. I gulped down the thick, slightly salty liquid and held him in my mouth until his legs stop shaking. Slowly, I let his cock out of my hot, wet mouth and zipped up his jeans.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth is magic.” He reached over and squeezed my hand. “I owe you and just to let you know, I always pay up.” His grin was contagious.

“We’re even. You did save me from drowning in the tub last night.”

He smirked, lifting one side of his luscious lips that were made for sucking.

I squirmed in my seat as the center of my core pulsed with need. Delightful.

Chapter 23

We were exiting off the freeway again due to our arrival in one of Houston’s most prestigious suburban neighborhoods. Jordan filled me in on building his home in this area. He said he wanted to settle down somewhere where he could relax and not just have his penthouse in Houston, though he’ll use the penthouse during the week and for entertaining.

He’d asked his deceased mother’s best friend and next-door neighbor by the name of Becky Ross to be his housekeeper. Her husband had died shortly after they got married and she never remarried nor had any children. Jordan said she had periodically babysat him when she was in high school as well. She had worked for several families as a housekeeper and nanny in Colorado and she welcomed the chance to live somewhere different, so when his grandfather told him she was looking for a job, Becky welcomed the opportunity to work for Jordan.

“I would like my grandfather to move closer to me but he refuses. It would be good to see him more often. Although we do talk on the phone about once a week and I visit when I can.” He had a wistful look in his eyes speaking about his grandfather who he calls ‘pops’.

“I can imagine it would not be easy for him to move since he’s always lived there, right?”

“That, and the fact that my aunt and uncle and their family live in Colorado as well. He sees them a hell of a lot more than he does me, but that’s on me. I’ve neglected to keep in touch with my family except for my grandfather, but no one else has really tried to reach out to me, so I kept building my company and made more money.”

I felt sad for him growing up as an only child and leaving home with no strong friendship ties. Although he has friends now, they are from his college days at UT and business associates.

“Your grandmother passed away about five years ago, right?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry to hear about her passing. Jenna told me about it. She said you took some time off to be with her.”

“I’m glad I did. She died of cancer but she did not suffer. She passed away a few months after being diagnosed.”

“What about your mother? You never spoke much about her.”

“That’s a long story and I only know what my grandparents told me happened.”

I didn’t ask any more personal questions. I sensed that he did not want to go into details of such sad part of his life. Especially since like me, he had no memories of his mother and he never spoke of a father.

Jordan drove a few miles through the streets, navigating his way to a gated community on a lake. There were not more than twenty homes here and they all sat on a few acres each. Manicured front lawns enhanced the look of sophisticated homes that nestled among trees. Jordan drove around the impressive lake with a massive waterfall running over huge rocks and boulders recreating a natural scene that could be found in a forest. The homes were impressive and all seemed to be fairly new and custom built. No two homes were alike here, but their basic architectural theme was of a rustic, but charming, craftsman style.

“So, this is it. What do you think?” Jordan asked, driving down a curved driveway that led to a stylish house. He parked in the circular driveway and opened my door. It looked like something from a magazine with a huge porch that wrapped around the front and one side of the house. The fabulous decor of huge clay pots in various sizes and colors overflowed with different types of flowers and greeneries leading up to the home.

“It’s spectacular, Jordan. A perfect depiction of a Texas style home.” I looked around the home and yard, admiring the tranquility of the area that was surprisingly quiet.

“Your approval is the only one that counts. I’m so glad you like it.” Jordan took my hand and led me to the front door. “Come on. I’ll give you a grand tour of the outside tomorrow.” He opened the front door to reveal a stunningly beautiful interior.

Hardwood floors complimented the rustic charm of the house. A gorgeous chandelier hung from the ceiling of the entryway. The living and dining room were visible from the entryway due to an open concept floor plan.

“Stunning.” One word summed it up for me and Jordan smiled as he took me around his home pointing out beautiful pieces of art that he collected from Asia and Europe.

“Ah. Our favorite painter.” I stood in front of a painting by G. Harvey, admiring the painting that the artist named
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. “From The Treasury collection. I know it well.”

“You loved this painting, but wouldn’t let me buy it for you when you were in college, so I bought it, but didn’t tell you. I always hoped you would someday be reunited with it. I have a few more throughout the house,” he said, still holding on to my hand.

My eyes misted with emotions. I flung my arms around his neck. “God, Jordan, you say the sweetest things. Now you will have me crying.” I sniffled on his shoulder. “Yes, I remember you took me to Texas Art Depot. You sneak, but I’m glad that you bought it.”

He tipped my chin up and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Glad you feel that way. Come on, pretty lady.” He led me further into the living room where the view of the backyard and pool was spectacular.

“I love all the trees. It’s like you have your own private forest. You must have a hell of a gardener too.” What was there not to like here? The house and grounds were simply superb.

“The kitchen and office have the same view. Speaking of kitchen, Becky left it well stocked for the weekend, so we actually have food here.” He walked into the kitchen that was nothing less than divine.

The state of the art appliances were a cook’s dream. “I love that refrigerator. Looks like an armoire.”

“Wish I could take credit for choosing it, but the interior designer did. All the appliances are handmade in Italy.”

“Meneghini. Hmm, never heard of the brand, but it is lovely, very unique. Nice touch with the chandelier in the kitchen.”

Jordan was opening some of the many drawers of the appliance, pulling out fruits, cheese and a bottle of chilled Champagne.

“Becky didn’t like the idea of it in here at first, but I think it grew on her. Here, let me feed you,” he said.

We pulled out swiveled bar stools and sat at the counter.

“Open that pretty mouth.”

I complied and was rewarded with a sweet, juicy strawberry. “Yummy, and by that I mean the guy feeding me the fruit,” I teased Jordan as he plopped a plump grape in my mouth and gave me a glass of Champagne. We continued to tease each other as we ate the tasty, succulent treats.

Jordan placed the plates in the sink and grabbed the bottle of Champagne.

“Now for the rest of the house. There is a bedroom suite over there past the office.” He pointed to the area of the house where I saw the office and further down the hall toward the front of the home was a bedroom. “And across the hall from the bedroom is a library which I’m sure you will love. I have some of your favorite books in there. Further down the hall is a music room with a baby grand piano and other instruments.”

Again, he remembered that I love to read and I’m sure he has some of Shakespeare’s work on the shelves. I couldn’t wait to delve into the collection of books I was sure he had in his library. And a music room? I wonder if he’d taken up music in the past 10 years, or if he played some kind of instrument that I didn’t know about?

“Feel free to use the office when you’re here. The password for the computer is the same as yours.”

I looked at him with a quizzical eyebrow, but he just smiled. Well then, that would be easy to remember.

He led the way to the stairs. We stood at the landing as he pointed to different areas of the impressive home.

“There are two bedroom suites up there plus the master bedroom and a media room for movies, another office and an art room were I keep a collection of fine arts from all over the world. I’ll give you a proper tour, but right now I can’t wait any longer to get you in my bedroom,”