Jason (Kings of Guardian #4) (7 page)

“Hmm… well, I’m twenty-one. I had Reece when I was seventeen. That makes this little guy four going on forty.” Some emotion shadowed her face. “I got into a real bad situation before Theo found me. My family life wasn’t what anyone would call ideal. Decisions were made for me that didn’t have my best interest at heart. Theo pulled me out of that mess and took me to live with him in Virginia. When he started going overseas a lot, it made sense for me to have my own place. Make my own way. We’d visited Savannah on a little getaway once and I loved the area. So I moved down here and found a job. I heard about this trailer from a co-worker. The owner had to move to California to take care of family. The price was right and Theo put up the down payment for me.” Faith laughed quietly, reflecting on something that amused her.

The way her face lit captivated him. “What’s so funny?”

“Theo. He was so pissed I wouldn’t consider letting him buy it or something better, something more permanent.” Her smile vanished and that specter of something haunting her returned. “But this was never meant to be permanent. It just turned out that way.”

“Why?” She wasn’t telling him something, and that bothered him more than it probably should.

“One of those secrets you acknowledged I could have.” Her eyes danced with humor, but he got the message.

“Where’s Reece’s father?” The humor left her eyes and her face became unreadable.

“Out of the picture.”

“Legally out of the picture, or a deadbeat dad?”

Faith’s eyes peered straight at him as she repeated, “Out. Of. The. Picture.”

Jason nodded. “All right, I’ll respect your privacy.” For now. Something wasn’t adding up, but he wouldn’t dig. Yet. Maybe.

Reece squirmed between them, shifting for more room. Jason winked at Faith before he scooped the boy up and rolled to his back. Reece’s small form lay on his chest, the boy’s head tucked under his chin. Jason’s right arm pulled Faith up closer, moving her head onto his shoulder. He let out a satisfied sigh. “Much better. My arm was falling asleep.”

“I could’ve moved.”

“I didn’t want you to.”

Faith reached up and brushed the little man’s thick brown hair off his forehead. “I’d do anything to protect him. He’s my life.”

Jason ran his hand up and down the silky smooth skin of Faith’s arm. “I’d like to see you again.”

Faith tilted her head up, a beautiful smile spread across her face. “Yeah? Why?”

“Why?” Jason chuckled at the question.

“Yeah. You’re probably rich. The suit I ruined with the garden hose probably cost more than I make in three months. I’ve nearly broken your nose, and I have a son. So why?”

Jason took a deep breath. “I don’t care about money. I’ve lived without it. I’m fortunate. I know that. There are several reasons I want to see you again. First, you are real.”

Faith snickered against his shoulder. “Well, I should hope so. Not much fun going out with make-believe people.”

“Agreed. No, what I meant was, in D.C. nothing is as it seems. Everyone wears a veneer. With a few exceptions, almost nobody is the person they portray. The politics, games, prestige and struggle for power change people. You say what you think, and I enjoy that. When you try to suppress that urge, it makes you squirm.”

“It does not!” Faith’s indignant whisper sent a low laugh rumbling through his chest.

“Dom Ops?”

Her hands flew to her face and an almost inaudible squeak came from behind her cupped fingers. “Stoooppp!” She peeked over her fingertips, her eyes dancing with mirth.

Jason smiled and squeezed her into him so he could kiss her forehead without disturbing Reece.

“I like that you think I’m special when I’m not, and it amazes me that you’re raising this little guy by yourself.”

“Thank you, but you’re selling yourself short. I’m a single mother who lives in a doublewide trailer in Georgia. I have my GED and a past that would make a horror story sound like a lullaby. I don’t understand why you’d want to see me again?”

Jason slowly moved his head from side to side. “We both have baggage. I’m notorious for messing up anything good that comes my way. Why don’t we just take it day by day?” His hand traced lazy circles on her arm.

Faith nodded against his shoulder. “I’d like that.”

Jason closed his eyes and sighed under the comfortable weight of the small boy and woman in his arms.

“Don’t make plans for tomorrow night, Mr. King.” Faith played with the collar of his shirt.

“Oh, and why shouldn’t I?”

“Because if this guy is feeling better, you’re getting lucky.”

Jason opened the hotel door for Faith. He’d taken her to dinner at Elizabeth’s on 37
th
. The food was fantastic, but Jason could tell she was out of her element at the posh restaurant. She watched him to see which fork to use before she picked up her own. The constant blush on her cheeks betrayed her discomfort. He remembered his first time at a five-star restaurant. He knew the embarrassment she was trying to avoid. He distracted her attention with more… immediate concerns. The tactic worked very well.

He wasn’t sure how she’d react to the owner’s suite at the Mansion. She’d grown quiet when they’d walked through the lobby. He caught her looking at the Versace furniture as he guided her to the elevator. She huddled close to him as he opened the door to the suite and stopped altogether when he turned on the light.

Faith shook her head and turned toward him. “You really
are
rich, aren’t you? This isn’t a setup to impress me.” Jason looked around the room, actually
seeing
it for the first time. The maid had opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains that covered the magnificent bay windows. The furniture and appointments were opulent, something he’d taken for granted.

“The company booked the room for me. I’m well compensated for my work.” What else could he say?

“This is probably the fanciest place I’ve ever seen.” She turned to look at the room again.

“The only thing in this room that matters to me is you.” Jason wrapped her in his arms and drew her close for a kiss. The carefully restrained chemistry between them exploded. His cock screamed for relief. A hand job late last night, and then again this morning, had done absolutely nothing to alleviate the desire he’d felt when he’d seen her tonight. Dressed in an almost-too-small, almost-too-tight little black dress with some stiletto-type high heels, she’d stoked his raging hard-on all fucking night.

He liked her in the heels. Liked how she felt in his arms. Her body was deadly, like taking a suicide curve on a canyon road while going a hundred miles an hour. He wasn’t going to survive the crash, but the thrill of the ride was too tempting to resist.

Jason lowered to kiss her and felt her warm breath against his lips before they made a connection. He tried for soft—casual. But the result? Flaming lightning bolts of lust-filled need. Good God, he could devour the woman, she tasted so fucking good. If the way she was climbing his body was any indication, she felt it too.

His hand grabbed the long leg that wrapped his thigh and lifted. Her hands tightened around his neck and her other leg hugged him. His hands slipped to her ass and he carried her, still locked in a hot-as-fuck kiss, to the bedroom and the bed.

His jacket and tie were gone. Some vague recollection of her pushing the jacket off his shoulders at the door flashed through his mind. The zipper on her dress caught about halfway down her back. Faith gave a disgruntled groan and shimmied away just far enough to pull the material over her head.

Jason feasted on the vision in front of him. Her breath came in heavy pants and lifted her breasts, creating an insane dip in her stomach with each inhale. He leaned forward and she leaned back. He controlled the descent onto the white down comforter of the king bed. Her brown hair haloed her face. Her parted lips and dark, sex-glazed eyes held his attention for a moment, until the black lace of her bra cast an irresistible siren’s call. Jason smiled. Oh yeah, he was hungry, and food wasn’t on the menu.

He dropped to his elbows over her and started with her mouth. He could spend forever kissing those full lips, but he wanted more. His hands explored before his lips and tongue tasted. Soft skin called to him and he followed. Her shoulders and collarbone mapped by his touch and taste would be forever imprinted on his mind. The straps of that lace bra slid down her arms, and his lips followed. He teased and nipped sensitive flesh, noting when she shivered, pressed into a caress, or—his favorite—gave a whimpered breath or moaned a response. God, the sounds the woman made should be illegal. They were more addictive than any drug. He smiled at that thought. There wouldn’t be a twelve-step program to beat this particular addiction. No, her body could be his drug of choice for the rest of his life and he’d never seek a remedy.

His fingers slid her black lace panties down her hips as his lips played with the exposed skin. He cupped that delicious ass with both hands and lifted her toward him. His body completely between her legs, he laid feather-light kisses from the seam of her leg to her hot center. At the touch of his kiss, she jerked, and her hands found his hair.

“Jason, please, for the love of God… I need more.” Her hands wound in his hair and her body lifted as she spoke.

Indeed. Whatever the lady wants
. He dropped her legs over his shoulders and brought his hands around her thighs to separate her hot, moist folds. Jason blew on the swollen lips that pouted deliciously at him. Her body bucked. Her small whimper called for him to do it again. So he did, right before he sucked her clit into his mouth. Faith’s muscles tightened. Her lust-filled cry rent the silence of the room.

“Yes, oh God. Yes!”

He kept the tension on her inflamed sex and slipped two fingers into her heat. She bucked onto his hand, causing a sharper pull of her skin in his mouth. A full body shiver let him know how much she liked it. Well, that, and the whole screaming-for-more-and-do-that-again-and-shouted-prayers-to-her-savior thing.

He curved his fingers inside her and caressed that particular area just above her pubic bone. Faith tensed, her muscles tight and convulsing. Her body clenched around his fingers. A hot rush of moisture coated him with cream. He withdrew from her body and kissed his way back up, seeking those luscious lips.

She wrapped her arms around him when he kissed her, but within seconds, she pushed on his shoulders.

When he lifted away, she sighed, “I want to feel you in me. Please.” He dropped a few kisses on her lips, stood and dropped his slacks and then his briefs. His hard-on slapped his stomach and he grabbed it, stroking it from base to tip several times while he watched her.

“God, you aren’t real, are you?” Faith licked her lips and propped herself up on her elbows.

“I’m real, baby.” He reached over to the nightstand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He opened the package, but she scrambled to her knees in front of him and took the sheath from his fingers.

“Allow me?” Her eyes danced as she made an “O” with her lips and put the condom in her mouth. She leaned forward and…
ohholyshitmotherofgodhowinthehell!
Jason grabbed her hair, threw his head back and thrust forward into her mouth. She rolled the condom onto his cock without using her hands. Jason’s shaft hit the back of her throat. She gagged and pulled back but pressed forward again. Her lips rolled the latex along the piece of granite that used to be his prick. Sweet Jesus, he’d never experienced anything like that before.

Faith’s tongue was doing crazy things to the sensitive underside of his cock, and the swirl she made at the glans when she pulled off almost sent him over the edge. He grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed as he pulled away. He’d damn near busted his nut from her mouth on him.

“Baby, as much as I love what you just did, I
will
be in you before I come.” Faith smiled and flopped back onto the bed in obvious invitation.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t roll it on all the way. I think it will take practice for me to be able to take you that far.”

Jason crawled over her, licking a line from the top of her sweet mound to her throat. “Mm… sweetheart, I’ll let you practice that any time you want.”

Her hands traveled his body almost reverently. She cupped his cheek. The expression on her face stopped him. “What is it?”

She gave him a sad little smile. “I just wish my first time was with someone like you. Someone who cared.”

He lowered his head and kissed her softly. “I don’t know who hurt you, but I promise I will never intentionally cause you pain.” He whispered his words in her ear, the heat of her breath coating his neck and shoulder.

Her reply was a whisper of sound. “Please, make me feel special.”

He centered over her and waited until she looked up at him. He needed to see her eyes, to make sure she was with him and ready. His surging lust could go to hell if she needed to stop. Those big, brown eyes locked onto his.

“Please.” Her hand found his cock and guided him toward her. Sweet, intense warmth enveloped his straining shaft. Every fiber of his soul urged him to plunge deep in the haunting ecstasy of her heat but he knew his size could hurt her and he’d be damned if he’d do that. He found her mouth and slipped further into her warmth while teasing her tongue with his—slow and sensual, even though his body demanded deeper and faster.

White-hot sensations gathered, tightening a chokehold on his tenuous restraint. He wasn’t going to last. The intense heat of her tight body, the softness of her skin, and the needy sounds of lust she made were killing him. His balls pulled up, ready to explode. Jason dropped his head to her shoulder. What a fucking marvelous way to die.

Unable to hold back any longer, he lifted off her and grabbed her behind her knees. Pressing them back, he opened her. Her hands grabbed his biceps as he started to pump into her.

“Yes! God, yes!” Her cry snapped his tenuous hold on the beast raging inside him. His hips thrust forward, driving his entire length into her hot core. So good. So fucking perfect. Her body gripped his with the perfect amount of resistance, tension, and pressure. Sweat poured off his brow into his eyes but he couldn’t take his gaze off her. Lost in her own pleasure, her hand twisted her nipple. Her body flushed and her back arched. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as her body clenched around him.

Jason’s body exploded. Blinding flashes of red and white light burst through his closed eyes. His orgasm ripped through him in successive waves. He dropped, covering her, still convulsing in aftershocks. He wrapped her in his arms and clung to her as if she were the only thing that could save him from drowning.

When he felt her squirm under him, he shifted to his side, pulling her with him. Her deep breaths told him he’d nearly crushed her. But, damn, she’d almost killed him, too. He’d have died happy. That thought captured his attention. He hadn’t been happy in… hell, since before that night his dad was murdered.

He lifted his arm and caressed her back. A shiver ran down her body. She snuggled closer to him and gave a contented sigh.

“I think we need to do that again—after a little nap.”

Jason chuckled. “Go to sleep, Cinderella.”

“Good night, Superman.”