Sweet Jayne (18 page)

“Tell me,” I prod, my voice a whispered plea.

“It’s more than that actually.” The painful way he says his words makes me want to reach through the phone, wrap my arms around him, and curl up in his lap. To promise him whatever he’s worrying about is just another obstacle. The great Donovan Jayne doesn’t feel guilty. He fucking conquers!

My heart ceases to beat, though, when he lets out a resigned sigh and speaks his next words.

“He’s a superior in the company,” he says carefully. “It could be argued that he abused his position of authority. That she wouldn’t have ended up in bed with him had they met under regular circumstances.” I hear it. Shame. Embarrassment. His words have nothing to do with Darcy and Dan. They have everything to do with us. And that makes my heart jumpstart back to life.

“What if Darcy loves him? That should be the only thing that matters,” I argue, a little too enthusiastically.

“She’d be risking so much. He’s taking advantage of her.”

Emotion chokes me as I say my next words. “Maybe he’s worth the risk to her. Maybe she’d give up everything and everyone just to be with him.”

“Nadia, you don’t understand the ways of the world. What people would think...”

“I understand. But you don’t hear me when I say that I do,” I argue, my voice a desperate whisper.

His breathing is the only indication he’s still on the line. “I always hear you, baby. Always. Even when I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying and even when you don’t actually say anything. I. Always. Hear. You.”

The line goes quiet.

Things are tense.

And then they’re not. It’s as though whatever was bugging Donovan has been cut free. I can feel him smiling into the phone, even if I can’t see him. He calls me sunshine
some
of the time but I’m the one basking in his warmth
all
of the time.

“I thought you hated, Darcy,” he teases.

“I
do
hate her,” I say with a laugh. We both know this conversation was not about those two. “Do you think he is awful to her?”

Donovan laughs and it’s rich. Perfect. Soul warming. “Probably. Dan is awful to everyone.”

“Do you think they do it in the conference room? What you think they do?” I urge and start moving my hand between my legs again, now that we’ve navigated into better territory.

“Hmmm,” he ponders aloud, his deep voice delicious enough to make love to. “He probably fucks her in the ass over his desk and then comes all over her face.”

His words have their desired effect and I massage myself more quickly. The need to come is overwhelming. Donovan would feel so much better than my own finger. Will I ever have the courage to instigate something between us? I’d die though if he laughed me off.

“What are you doing, pretty girl? You’re breathing heavily.”

I try not to moan the closer I get to my climax. My fingers don’t stop and suddenly the panties are too much. I quickly shove them down and off of me so I can spread my legs. When I push a finger into my hot center, I do let out a small moan.

“N-n-nothing,” I lie. “Just relaxing.”

I push deep into myself and when my finger grazes my G-spot, my eyes roll into the back of my head. So close.

“I want to see you.”

More heat floods through me. I want to see him too. If I angle the camera on my face, he’ll never see what I’m doing. The thought thrills me.

“Okay.” I mash the Facetime button and his narrowed silvery eyes fill the screen.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he groans. “Are you feeling okay? You look flushed.”

I attempt to keep my face expressionless as I finger myself. What would he do if I “accidentally” turned the camera? Would he hang up on me? Would he talk dirty to me?

“I’m fine. Tell me more about Dumb Darcy and Dirty Dan.” I smirk.

His eyes are all over me as he assesses me. Dark eyebrows knit together with confusion. I can see him trying to read me. He’s really good at it. Too good. And, right now, I kind of wish he knew what I was doing.

“I don’t want to talk about them,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “I want to talk about us.”

My eyes fly to his on the small screen and I bite down on my lip. I can see his bare shoulders and collar bone. He’s probably in nothing but a towel, just like I imagined. Dear God, I can’t get that image out of my head.

“What about us?” I whisper as I drag a finger back along my slit, the juices from inside me making the path to my clit come alive with fiery need.

“You make everything bearable when you’re around. Lately, I’m so fucking lonely. When do you come home for another break? I need to see you.”

His words make me close my eyes and I smile. “I miss you too. You have no idea how much, Donovan. I’ll be home soon.”

Our conversations always teeter the line between friendship and something else. Now that his divorce to my mother is finalized, I don’t feel as bad about how close we are.

“Sunshine, tell me what you’re doing. Don’t be shy. I can tell you’re up to something. Seems like you’re having trouble. Can I help you?”

Oh God.

“Umm…”

Put your cock inside of me, please.

“Tell me.” His voice is demanding. A needy growl.

“I’m too embarrassed.”

He grunts and I imagine him fisting his beautiful cock. I’ve never seen it but I can only imagine it’s thick and long. And how wonderful it would feel to take him inside me.

“I love you, sweet Jayne. Nothing you could ever say would make me think less of you.”

I tense up. The words feel awkward on my tongue but what if…what if… “If I show you, do you promise not to get mad at me? Promise me, Donovan.”

He chuckles. “There’s no way in hell I could ever get mad at you. Please show me before you drive me crazy.”

And I do.

Slowly, I let the camera leave my face and drag it along my heaving breasts. I point it right where he can see exactly what it is I’m up to between my legs. My fingers tease my pussy for a minute before I bring the camera back to my face.

He’s pissed.

Shit!

His jaw clenches in an angry manner and his eyebrows are furled together. Those full, perfect lips of his are pressed into a firm line.

“I knew you’d be mad,” I say in disappointment.

He shakes his head and lets out a huff. “Baby, I am far from fucking mad. If you only knew what you just did to me. You’re fucking with my head, Nadia, and I’m not just talking about the one on my shoulders.”

My eyes widen and his lips twitch with amusement.

“You need help, right? Well, I’m going to help you. I want that camera back where I can see that pretty pussy. You’re going to spread yourself open and show me everything. Then, I’ll tell you exactly how to touch yourself so you can get off. Sound good, baby?”

I nod and do as he says. My heart is thundering in my chest. He didn’t reject me or laugh at me. No, he looks like he wants to devour me. And I love it.

“Jesus,” he groans from the speaker when I position the camera for him to see my pussy. “Push two fingers into yourself. I want to watch you fuck yourself with your hand. Show me how wet you are.”

His words light a match to my soul and I nearly come. A light sheen of sweat breaks out over my flesh. I’m craving him with every bone in my body.

“Like this?” I push my fingers inside of me and thrust them in and out several times before pulling them back out. They glisten with my arousal.

He growls and it sends a shiver through me. “Exactly like that. Now suck on them. I want to watch you taste yourself.”

“Will it be gross?” I question as I bring both the camera and my wet fingers back to my face.

His features are tight and serious. “Not gross at all. If I were there, I’d taste them for you and let you know before making you suck on them. But I’m not so you have to be a big girl and taste them for me.”

Nodding, I bring my fingers to my mouth and slip them between my lips. The musky taste isn’t unpleasant…just different. I lick between the two fingers to make sure I don’t miss any.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Such a fucking good girl.”

I beam at his praise and my pussy aches for more touch. “Now what?”

The next few minutes are a blur of my frantic massages and his growled orders. Everything spins and fades out as Donovan, via Facetime, gives me my best orgasm I’ve had to date. My moans probably woke the girls in the neighboring dorm rooms but I don’t care. This was perfection.

“Now I need another shower,” he says with a small laugh.

“Why?” My voice is a soft purr like a kitten. “You’re not the dirty one here.”

“It seems I made a little mess actually,” he chuckles. “A mess that you’d be cleaning up if you were here, since it’s all your fault.”

Images of Donovan with cum all over his bare belly are enough to nearly have me climaxing again.

“What we just did,” I say slowly, “was that wrong?”

His lips draw down into a frown and I curse myself for souring his mood. “It didn’t feel wrong to me. But maybe we shouldn’t ever do it again.” He doesn’t look convinced though.

Tears well in my eyes and I nod. “Okay. I have to go. I’m sleepy now.”

“I love you, baby.”

Te amo, Donovan.

“Goodnight, Donovan. I’m sorry.”

Not waiting for his response, I hang up and then let out a sob. A short brief, sexual moment with Donovan was worth the strain I just put on our relationship. He might not want us to do it again, but I’ll not settle until it does.

This will happen again.

And soon.

“Fucking hell!” Logan grunts as he comes inside of me.

His heat pours into me which sends my body into an orgasmic shudder. With Donovan still on my mind, I climax hard and without abandon. When I finally come down from my high, Logan laughs. His laugh is warm and unusual. It should make me happy for the progress I’ve made but instead, it coils its way into the pit of my belly like a snake.

“I’ve never seen you come like that before. After all this time, and it’s a first.” He pulls out and sets me back to my feet. My legs shake but he keeps a grip on my biceps to keep me from falling. “Maybe you like it when I’m sweet.”

I smile at him and nod despite the raging headache thundering in my skull from where he hit me. “Maybe I do.”