Life of a Fool (London Brothers Book 2) (15 page)

After several minutes, I turned my body and went to stand up
off the bed, but Jason’s hand shot out and stopped me.  “What are you doing?” 
His voice was still full of anger. 

“I’d like to get some clothes on.”

He let go, and I slowly made my way to my bag.  I pulled out
a blue tank top, panties, and a pair of blue and white pajama pants before
walking back into the bathroom to dress.  As I turned to close the door, I saw
Jason still sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me.  I couldn’t discern
the look on his face.  He didn’t exactly look mad anymore, but I couldn’t tell
what he was thinking.  I shut the door, locking it, then slowly sank down
against it and cried.  I tried to be as quiet as possible.  I didn’t want him
to hear me.  My tears were more about my resolve of what I had to do to keep
him safe.  I’d need to leave, and I hated myself for wanting to stay.

I wasn’t sure how long I was in
the bathroom, but Jason never knocked or asked if I was okay, and it broke my
heart.  When I finally dressed and stepped out of the bathroom and into the
bedroom, the bed was turned back, bedside lamp on, and a glass of ice water was
sitting on the nightstand.  But Jason wasn’t in the room.  I considered going
to look for him, but decided not to.  I climbed into the plush tan sheets and
pulled the down comforter over my body.  I was slowly getting better with
maneuvering around the soreness in my ribs.  I didn’t turn the lamp off.  Not
sure why.  Maybe I was waiting to see if Jason would come back, or maybe I was
afraid to be in the dark.  Either way, I fell asleep just fine with it on. 

*****

The feel of something warm wrapping around my body woke me
up.  I could smell his scent and knew Jason had crawled into my bed.  His lips
kissed the back of my neck, making me sigh. 

“Where were you?”

“Shh…go back to sleep.  I was just doing some work.” 

I turned my head to peek over my shoulder at him. “I was
afraid you didn’t want to sleep in here with me.”

“Never.”

“Are you still mad at me?”

“Yes, but I love you.  I understand why you didn’t tell us. 
I even understand you not wanting me to see the picture and more of his
threats, but you have to tell me everything he’s doing and saying.  It’s the
only way to protect you.”

“Okay.”

“I hate that he sent that to you.  I want to kill him.”

“I know.  I deleted it.  I never wanted you to see it.”

“I’m not sure I would have wanted to see it…to see what that
bastard wanted to do to you.  But I still needed to know what he was saying. 
It’s important, baby.  Every detail is important when it comes to keeping you
safe.”

“Okay, Jace.”

He kissed the top of my shoulder and smiled.  “And just so
you know, as soon as you’re healed, I’m going to spank that hot little ass of
yours for keeping it from me.”

I let out a little laugh, then winced.  My ribs still couldn’t
handle the laughing thing. 

Jason held me tighter, then said, “Is that okay?  I mean,
the ‘spanking’ part.  You know I’d never hurt you.  It’s all about pleasure,
baby.”

“Yes, Jace.  I know that.  And the thought of you doing
naughty, pleasurable things to me is good…overwhelming, but really good.”

His hand moved to my ass and slipped underneath my panties,
then started making slow, rhythmic circles on my cheeks. “Glad to hear it
because after I’m done with your ass, I’m going to take my time rubbing your
entire body down with sensual, sexy oils until you’re so relaxed and
stress-free that you come without me ever putting a finger or my cock inside
you.”

“Oh, God.  You can’t talk like that right now.  It makes me
want you too much, baby.” 

“Good.  Now, is there anything else you want to confess to
me?” 

“I don’t know.  You’ve got me so turned on I might confess
to killing JFK at the moment.”

Jason’s deep laugh rumbled in my ear.  “Is that right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So tell me…are you planning to run in order to keep me
safe?”

“Yes.”  Oh shit. I stiffened in his arms, suddenly realizing
what I’d said.  My libido dove under the bed, hiding in shame for “outing” me. 
I tried to move, but Jason’s hand moved back to my waist and held me in place.

“Relax.  I’m not mad,” he whispered into my ear.  “See, I
know you, Legs.  I knew that was rolling around in your head the minute you
told me what those men were saying.  I gave you time in that damn bathroom to
think, even though I could hear you crying, baby.  I left you alone hoping you
would come to your senses and realize that that is not the solution.  It would
only make me insane with worry and cause me to do reckless shit to find you. 
So, stop.  You are not leaving.  Got it?”

“Jace…”  I wanted to cry.

“No.”  His hand moved back to my ass and started its slow,
caressing assault again.  “No, Lori Ann.  We do this together.  I can’t take
the chance on something happening to you.”

“But he’ll go through you or Craig to get to me.  You know
that, Jason.  And I’d do whatever he wanted me to do to protect you.”

“Then you know exactly how I feel.  So think about that,
would you?  Sacrificing yourself isn’t the answer.  You wouldn’t want me to do
it for you any more than I would want you to do it for me.  Okay?”  He was
right.

“Okay.  But if it comes to that and it’s my only way to
protect you, Jason…I will return to him to save you.”

His hand on my ass squeezed one cheek and held it tight.  “I
said no.  He can’t have you…ever again.  This is mine.  You are mine. 
You’ve
always been mine.
  Never his.”  His hold on me, his deep, loving,
possessive voice had my body on edge, my libido tap dancing around the bed. 
Antonio was never like that.  His possession was all based on jealousy, anger,
and control.  Not overwhelming love and desire that filled Jason’s whole
being.  Jason was about protecting what was his…protecting me.  Antonio only
wanted to shut me up, keep me in a tightly controlled bottle, not by loving me,
but by hurting me.

“Yours, Jason,” was all I could say.  His grip eased and the
massage continued. 

“For now, we are going to keep working to figure out his
next move.  We’ll take this a step at a time, but promise me you won’t run off
on your own or put yourself in unnecessary danger.  I need to know I can trust
you to do what Craig and I say.  We all want the same thing, Legs.  We want you
away from him and safe…here with me.”

“I promise.”  I took a deep breath, finally able to think
clearly.  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.  And I’m sorry for thinking about
leaving.  I didn’t want to…don’t ever want to.”

“Then we are on the same page here, cause I never want you
to leave.”  Jason kissed the back of my neck again, then licked the sensitive
spot behind my ear.  I let out a moan of pleasure when he did it a second
time.  “I want to lick every single place on this body of yours.  And I
will…soon.  For now, sleep, sweetheart.”

“I don’t think I can.  Feeling you next to me, the touch of
your hands…I’m a little too turned on for sleep.”

A small chuckled escaped both our mouths.  “I know the
feeling.  My cock doesn’t understand how it can be so close and not be inside
you.”

“Tell it I feel the same way.”

He groaned, and as his hand made another circle on my ass,
his fingers slipped slightly in between my cheeks.  Neither of us said anything
else as his body rocked against mine and his hand dipped and rubbed my ass and
thighs before moving to my breasts.  I closed my eyes in pleasure at the feel
of Jason touching my whole body.  I needed him.  I wanted to make him feel as
good.  So, as ungraceful as humanly possible, I turned my body around and
climbed to my knees on the bed.  “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Lie on your back.”

His look of suspicion changed to a smirk.  “What are you up
to, Legs?”

“Just do what I said.” 

When he lay flat, I carefully crawled up to him and smiled
before kissing his beautiful lips.  His hand grabbed the back of my neck and
held me close as his tongue took over our kiss.  By the time I got back to my
original plan, I was out of breath and soaking wet. 

I pulled his boxers down on his hips with my one good hand. 
“Legs, what are you doing?  You don’t have to do this.”

“Hush.  I want to do this.  I need to have a part of you in
me, Jace.”  His growl told me all I needed to know.  I leaned down and licked
his cock from the edge of his balls, all the way up to the tip before circling
the opening with my tongue, licking off the tiny drop of moisture.  Jason
watched everything I was doing, and it gave me such power that I didn’t notice
any pain in my body for the first time in more than two weeks.

“Oh, God…don’t stop.  Please.”  He was begging.

I smiled and covered his cock with my mouth, sucking him
deep.  His hands flew to my hair and his hips started slowly pumping in to me. 
I took my right hand and massaged his balls before finding that small area just
below his cock and applied a little pressure to it, knowing it would send him
to another level.  “Shit!  I can’t…”

I relentlessly sucked him deeper, swirling my tongue,
letting my teeth graze him every now and then until I felt his balls draw deep,
his cock get harder.  “Baby…” he screamed right before coming in my mouth, deep
down into my throat.  The taste of him, the feel of what I was doing to this
man I’d known for so long, had my body shaking with its own release as I rubbed
my breast across his inner thighs and my pussy on his leg.  It was almost
surreal.  This was my best friend, now my lover and protector.  I couldn’t get
enough of him. 

Before another thought could form, Jason had rolled me to my
back and was staring down at me.  “What the hell did you just do to me?”  Had
it not been for the lustful smirk, I’d have thought he was mad.

“Who, me?”

“That little trick there…the pressure under my cock?  Damn,
that felt amazing.”  He leaned down and kissed my mouth.  “I’ll never get enough
of you—not now that you’re mine.  Watching you with me in your mouth, God…that
was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.  Thank you.”  He kissed me again,
slowly, his tongue caressing my entire mouth.  “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Jace.  I wanted to give you pleasure, show
you what you mean to me and what it means to me that you understand me so
well…that you know me and can read my needs so easily.”

“It’s easy to read someone you’ve loved so deeply for so
long.  And I’d do anything to make you happy, to keep you safe.”  He kissed the
end of my nose, then rolled over to lie next to me, placing his hand under my
tank top and on my stomach.  “Are you okay?  Is the baby okay?” 

God, his sweet words and loving touch made being pregnant
with Antonio’s baby bittersweet.  I loved that he was worried about the baby,
but hated that it wasn’t his.  “Yes and yes.”

“Does it bother you that I care about this baby?”

“A little.  But only because I don’t even know how I feel
about it.”

“Talk to me, then.  Tell me.”

I took a deep breath.  “I wish this baby was yours, Jason. 
I’d be so happy if it was.”

“You would?”  His smile was beautiful.

“Yes, of course.”

His hand rubbed my stomach.  “I care about this baby because
it’s part of you.  And I don’t want to see you hurting.  All that blood the
other night scared the hell out of me.  At least knowing it was because of a
baby and not something much worse…well, I was relieved.  A baby I can deal
with…life threatening injuries?  No.  The thought of losing you was too painful
to even consider.”

I turned and cupped his face with one hand.  “Thank you for
saying that.  I’m not sure how I’m going to handle all of this, but at least I
know how you feel about it.  That makes is better.” 

“Well, for the record.” He leaned in close to my face.  “I
wish this baby was mine, too.  But there will be time for that someday.  We
will have one of our own, Legs.  That’s a promise.”  I felt a tear roll down my
face.  “That a happy tear I see?”

“Yes, Jace.  Definitely a happy tear.  I love hearing you
talk about our future and the thought of having a baby with you one day sounds
pretty perfect.”

“Good to know.  See, another thing we agree on.  Now, let’s
try to get some sleep, baby.  We both need it.”  He gave me a sweet, soft kiss
before turning to click the lamp off and snuggling against me.  He was my
home.  Always had been.

Morning came too early. 

It wasn’t that we hadn’t had enough rest.  I just didn’t
want to let go of Lori Ann and start another day of worrying about The Italian
or her injuries or the baby.  I wanted to live in blissful ignorance for what
was sure to come. 

I’d always prided myself on being alert, able to predict
certain outcomes within a degree of accuracy.  But this situation was so screwed
up, so volatile, I couldn’t tell which way was up most of the time.  I didn’t
want to scare Lori Ann, but in light of all the revelations she’d shared with
me, she needed to be hyper aware of everything around her, no matter how small
or insignificant it seemed.  Everything Craig and I had been able to uncover
about Antonio left little doubt that he or his men wouldn’t stop until he
either had Lori Ann back in his clutches to control, or dead.  And I couldn’t
let either of those things happen…ever. 

She stirred in my arms.  “Morning.”  Her sleepy, gruff voice
sounded so sexy. 

I kissed her forehead.  “Good morning.  How are you feeling?”

“I’m good, I think.  I haven’t moved much since you lulled
me to sleep last night with your incredible hands, but I feel okay.”

“Good.  I’m going to make us some breakfast in just a
minute.  Why don’t you shower and get dressed?  If you feel up to it, I’d like
to take you around this area, show you a few places you can go.  I don’t ever
want you out by yourself, but it’s good if you at least know where you are and
what’s nearby.”