Jane's Surrender (Hard World Tour #2) (7 page)

Slowly, I let go and my body relaxed into his. I needed him to move, but he wasn't doing anything, and by the slight sweat on his forehead, I understood how hard it was for him. For some weird reason, a deep need inside me pushed me to move my hips, and without thinking, I did just that.

“
Baby, I need you not to move if you want me to behave. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“
I think…I think I need you to move.” I made the motion again, and he slowly started to move. God, how unbelievable. The slight pain was still there, but it was overshadowed by the extreme pleasure he was giving me. He moved his lips to my nipples again and sucked on them one-by-one while his body moved inside me. I moved my head back and breathed heavily.

All his play made me wetter inside, which allowed him easier penetration.

“
Amazing.” My husky voice sounded as though it belonged to someone else.

“
I know, baby,” he mumbled. The pleasure was building inside me, sending me flying up and up when finally, the world around me shattered and I screamed his name. I felt like my body was the floating ocean of satisfied desire and want, while he still moved inside me and was kissing me again. Every limb in my body felt lifeless, and I had no energy left in me to move.

“
How about another one, baby?” He bit hard on my neck and I just shook my head.

“
No, I can’t.” It was too much, and what did he mean
again
? He moved his hand down my stomach between us, and then I felt his thumb on my clit, and he pinched it hard, which awakened my desire again. He kept on stroking inside me all the while moving his hand. When his mouth closed around my nipple again, I came and he followed me.

He was beautiful when he came. His whole face changed, his head thrown back and eyes closed. He looked like an ancient Greek god, magnificent and beautiful.

He lay on top of me and I hugged him fiercely, with all the strength I had left. We were both breathing heavily and our bodies were covered in sweat. I loved this evidence of our lovemaking.

My first.

He was my first, the man who took my virginity, giving me three orgasms in one night, and I think I couldn't have wished for a better first time.

Except, if it had happened with the man I loved.

The man I loved.

That thought turned me cold.

Jeremy.

What have I done?

Drake

Jane was lying on my shoulder, her body soft and warm, her breathing even, and she was slowly drawing circles on my chest as my hand gently caressed her back. One of her legs was over mine, and she moved it up and down, which made my cock twitch.

Which should have been impossible at this point.

We made love one more time after that, slower this time, but nevertheless as good.

I loved the feel of her in my arms, how small she was compared to me, and how her body fit mine.

She was made for me.

I’d never had that with anyone else, what I just had with her. I wasn’t into whoring around, but I always knew I would know who was meant to be mine from the first glance. So when that didn’t occur with women, I just had sex with them. I never gave promises, and I never sought their company often. Although the encounters gave me physical relief, they were empty, and somehow I felt dirty afterwards, if that made sense. That was the reason I didn't have much experience when it came to various kinks, which I hoped I could explore with her.

Making love to her was exquisite. She was everything I dreamed about. The physical connection was off the charts, and she was so responsive in bed. Being with Jane was hands down the best sexual experience of my life, and we didn't do much. And the saying was true: sex was different with the person you care about.

This seemed crazy, but I knew she was the one for me. The same was for my father when he met his woman. It wasn't some kind of tradition, far from it actually, but the feeling was there.

“
You’re quiet.” My voice was exceptionally loud in the silent room, and she sighed. Something was in her face after our first time, the way her eyes closed, and she took shaky breaths and tried to move from under me.

“
I don’t really know what to say. What do you talk about with your women?” Although her voice was soft, I heard a hint of annoyance that made me smile.

“
No need to be jealous, beautiful.”

She stirred beside me and then pulled my chest hair painfully, which made me wince. “I’m not jealous. I just asked.” Little tigress.

“
I’ve never stayed long enough to talk.”

She rose up on my chest, her hands under her chin, and her chocolate eyes looked at me questioningly. “So you are a man-whore?” Her words made me laugh hard; she narrowed her eyes and raised her brow.

Shit, she seemed angry, and I needed to do quick damage control.

“
No, baby, far from it. I just never stayed long enough to experience it. It was usually about the sex, and once it was done, it was done.” This probably wasn't the best conversation to have with the girl in bed, but she had asked and I wanted honesty between us.

She was quiet for a moment, her expression wistful, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about, but I had questions of my own.

“
Why were you a virgin?” Not that I wasn't grateful for her gift. I had this primal satisfaction from being the first one to taste her and know what she was like when she lost control.

One and only, if I had any say in it.

Her face shut off completely, and she tried to move out of my arms. Her eyes were cast down, but I would have none of it. I stopped her, took her head into my hands, and forced her eyes to look into mine. Her eyes were filled with fear and slight pain. She was vulnerable in that moment, and maybe it made me an asshole, but I needed to know what that was about.

“
I don’t really see how that matters,” she murmured, still trying to move her head from my hold, but it was useless. I wasn't letting go.

“
It does to me. I want to know.” Her reaction, with all my physiological experience, made me realize I had more problems with her than I initially realized.

She took a deep breath and lay back on my chest. Her face was turned to the side; her hot breath brushed my nipple. I put my hand on her nape, gently squeezing it, while my other hand was on her lower back.

“
I grew up in foster care. My mom left me at the church when I was four. I still remember how beautiful and young she was, and her crying face. She was telling me that she was trying to give me a chance in this world, and to do that, she needed to let me go. I was crying, but stood there as she was leaving.” Her voice was filled with pain, and it made me want to squeeze her even harder so she would never feel left behind again. “Then the priest found me and called child services. They had no information on my mom or my name or anything. They named me Jane, and the family chasing started. I was tossed around from home to home, never staying in one place long. I realized that it was dangerous to love.”

She stopped for a moment, gathering her thoughts, and then continued, “At the age of fifteen, I discovered romance novels. They had those dashing heroes who saved the woman they loved, and they made me dream about the one and only man who would be for me. I always wanted the knight in shining armor, and I knew I would instantly recognize him.” Her voice got lower, which made my heart hurt. For the little girl who didn't get the love she deserved, for the teenager she was with simple dreams, and for everything that she experienced when she had no one to rely on. I wished in that moment that I knew her before, so I could take all those demons away from her before they touched her.

“
When I was fifteen, the Armstrongs took me in. Full adoption. It was almost unreal, because, let’s face it, who takes on a grown kid? They had Ben though, who was their biological child.” She smiled gently at the name. “I was wary at first. Expected them to pull some shit on me. Instead, they gave me everything a family should. Home, education, dreams, name, protection, and most importantly, love. If it wasn't for them adopting me, I never would have met my girls at that New York school.” Suddenly she got quiet, and that made me frown. Was that a sore subject? “Point is that life was okay. I had parents and friends, and then…” She sighed, and I felt her tense in my arms. “We’d all met Jeremy, and I knew he was the one.”

Fuck.

Although I could have predicted where the conversation was going, it still sucked that she recognized some other man as the one. I probably couldn't hate the guy either; she wouldn't choose some loser.

Still.

Fucking hated him.

“
It was like being a kid on Christmas; all I did was look at him and was all happy inside. I thought my romance was about to be written, but then Sam entered the picture, and I knew my dream shattered right there.”

“
Sam?”

“
Yeah, one of my best friends. He loves her, even though she doesn't see it. And I’m just little Jane,” she finished on whisper, and I was torn between two feelings.

I wanted to protect her and punch the guy for not wanting her. The other part wanted to punch him and rage at the fact my girl was in love with someone else. “Since I always dreamed to have my first time be with my knight, and for him to be my one and only, sex wasn't really on my mind before or after.” Those words now were said carefully, as if she was afraid of my reaction.

“
Yet you slept with me today.” Somehow, it was important for me to mention that small detail.

“
Yes.” Jane’s voice was soft, and she finally looked me straight in the eyes. “I don’t regret anything.” She smiled, and even though there was still some uneasiness in her gaze, she was more relaxed once she finished telling her story. I palmed her face, brought it to my lips, and kissed her softly.

“
Thank you, sweetheart, for your gift. I am honored.” I gave her one last peck on the nose. “Are you hungry?” Her stomach growled loudly and we both laughed.

“
Starved, actually,” she replied and then sat on her knees, and my body immediately missed her heat. “Are we gonna order room service?” She picked up the sheet and tried to cover her body from me, but I was having none of it. Tugging on it made her frown, and she narrowed her eyes and moved slightly back to limit my access to it. I leaned forward, grabbed it hard, pulled it away from her, and tossed it on the floor.

“
Drake!”

“
What?” My voice was innocent.

“
I need that to stand up.”

“
Really? If it’s on my account, don’t bother. I like your body just like that.”

She blushed, and it spread down her neck, over her breasts, and onto her stomach.

Damn, my girl’s blush was sexy. She must have caught the desire in my eyes, because she stood up quickly and put her hand in front of her in the stop sign.

“
No more, mister. This body wants food.”

Mischief danced in her eyes, and I loved seeing her like this. Giving a huge, disappointed sigh, I rose onto my elbow and admired the view she displayed for me.

“
I don’t think room service is a good idea,” she suddenly said, her voice husky and needy.

“
No?” My voice was amused, but damn if my dick didn't twitch at that body of hers. Who needed food when you had a beautiful woman with you, on whom you can feast for hours?

“
No.”

“
Why is that?”

She ran her eyes all over my body and stopped on my torso, and right then, I was fucking glad for all the working out in the gym I’d done, since she seemed mesmerized with my six-pack.

“
Because I wouldn't be able to focus on anything but your body.”

“
Yeah, sweetheart. That does sound like a good idea.”

“
Drake.” She almost moaned my name, but shook her head as though she could make those thoughts disappear with the action.