Accepting Destiny Page 24

  “Humph, well she’s right, Ally. You do have a hold on me and I can’t let you go. She’s never seen me this way, about any woman.”

  “Even Madison?”

  Rage fills his eyes and he looks away, “No Ally. Not even Madison, and especially not now, after what she’s done. Did I love her once? Yeah, but not the way I love you. She was.....‘arranged’ I guess you would say, so we tried to play the part for our parents, but it was more real for her, than it was me.”

  He looks back at me, his eyes softening as they meet mine. “Whatever Madison and I had, it’s long been over. Please don’t over think this. Madison is my past, you are my future,” he says as he leans in, slanting his mouth over mine. He tastes of coffee and bacon. I put my whole being behind the kiss. His tongue forces it’s way between my lips and tangles with mine, creating a fevered rush of blood between my legs.

  He leans forward and grabs the tray of food, setting it on the end table. He then leans over me and pulls me down flat on my back. His lips find mine again and the kiss turns more heated and passionate. His hand travels up my tee shirt and his fingers skim my tummy, traveling lazy along my skin.

  Once his fingers reach my breasts, my back arches and I press my chest in to his hand, silently begging for more. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, tugging and twisting, sending tingles down my spine and straight to ......there. Yep, my clit is now throbbing and aching and I really wish he’d put his mouth on me. We have so much time to make up for, that the sexual tension between us is.... “Argh!” I sigh out, as his mouth latches on to my nipple.

  I was so focused on the throbbing between my thighs, that I didn’t realize he had shifted his position. I can feel his hard cock against my thigh, his hips thrusting against me. I almost giggle at the dry humping, but figured, now might not be a good time. I close my eyes and just feel, cause if I over think it again, he’ll jump my shit. Right now, jumping my shit would be nice, but not ‘that’ kind.

  I close my eyes and give myself over to the sensations, as his lips travel down my stomach, towards the apex of my thighs. He tugs down my panties and slowly lowers them down my legs, kissing my inner leg as he goes. His hot breath against my skin cause a rush of moisture to coat my inner thighs. Jackson sucks in a breath and hisses it out between his teeth.

  He groans as his finger drags through my slit, pulling my cream up and over my clit. “Alexandra,” he growls. “Always so responsive. You un-man me,” he says, as his lips latch on to my clit and he pulls it in to his mouth. My hips buck under his mouth, but he doesn’t stop. He places his hands on my thighs to hold me down and he continues torturing me with his tongue. Exquisite torture. His mouth, tongue and lips combined with his heated breath starts drawing the climax out of me, this one starting at my toes and slowly creeping up my body.

  He inserts a finger and curls it upwards, stroking the upper wall of my vagina. He presses against that highly sensitive area as his thumb presses against my clit. “Holy shit, I’m gonna.......” And my voice is cut off by the spasms that overtake my body. I fight to keep control, but it’s a losing battle.

  “Eyes on me, baby,” he whispers from between my legs.

  I struggle to open my eyes, and look down to where he is. His eyes are on mine and his fingers continue to stroke me. I see my juices coating his face, as his heated gaze penetrates my soul. The combination of sensations throws me over the edge and I come hard. “Ungh!!”

  “That’s it baby, let it go,” he says, as his finger slides in and out. “This. Is Mine,” he says on one last thrust of his fingers. Before I get my wits back, he is plunging his hard cock inside me, driving to the hilt. I don’t even remember him taking his clothes off. I feel his balls slapping against my ass, as he pulls my thighs up over his shoulders. He takes a few more strokes before he pulls out and flips me over to my knees.

  “I love taking you this way, Alexandra. Your ass to stare at, while your tits sway beneath you. So hot. So beautiful,” he says as, he slams in to me. My fingers curl in to the pillow and I hold on for dear life.

  He’s gripping my hips and pulling me in to him, each stroke going deeper than the one before. I can feel his grip tighten, as he gets closer to release. He pulls back, almost unsheathing himself completely, before slamming back in. He leans in and reaches around me, almost pulling me upright. His fingers delve between my legs and the heel of his hand presses against me. “Come on, Alexandra. One more time. Let me feel your pussy clench my cock.”

  His words are my undoing and I fly again, my eyes slamming shut and a gargled moan seeping from my lips, as he grunts and takes one last thrust, then he stills. He empties himself inside me and the slickness of our fluids almost send me over the edge again, but I fight it. I don’t think I can survive another orgasm so close to the others.

  Jackson pulls out and I feel his come oozing out of me and trickling down my thighs as I collapse face first on to the bed. I feel his weight leave the bed and I quietly wonder, where he’s going, but don’t have the strength to ask. Then I feel him behind me, spreading my legs. “Oh no no, not again. I can’t handle it,” I say, as I hear him chuckle behind me.

  “Relax, Alexandra,” he says, as I feel a warm washcloth against my skin. I melt every time he does this. As he gently wipes away his release, I relax under his touch. He drops the wash cloth on to the floor and crawls up beside me, pulling me in to his arms and we both drift off to sleep.

  I wake up and roll over, reaching for Jackson. My eyes open as I realize he’s not beside me. The sheets are cold again. I look at the clock and realize its noon. Shit, I haven’t slept this late in....never. I peel myself out of the bed, throw on a tee shirt and shorts and head to the bathroom. As I brush my teeth, I see the pink mark on my neck. He marked me! Oh geez, now I’m gonna have to explain this to Tim when I go back to work. Fresh out of the hospital and I already have a fucking hickey. As I stare at myself in the mirror, I see someone different. Yeah, I’m still Alexandra Sanders, but I’ve been claimed. I’ve turned in to a woman, rather than a young lady. My future unsure and a bit frightening.

  So much has happened in the past few months that I’m not even sure who I am anymore. I’ve missed so much work and my life has been turned upside down with the appearance of the man formerly known as The Suit. He’s different too, after all that we have been through together. He’s softer, yet more demanding than he was, over protective I guess. I’ve never had someone protect me like this and it’s a bit unnerving, but exciting at the same time.

  As I think about the events of the past few days, a subtle pink blush creeps up my neck. My cheeks are rosy and my eyes are bright and clear. I feel.....loved. This man has come in to my life in a big way and I’m not sure how I would survive without him. He’s my friend, my nemesis, my protector and my lover. I realized I loved him while he was in a coma. Well, I realized it much earlier than that, but fought my way through the feelings and ignored them. I wasn’t ready then, but am I ready now?

  As I stare at myself in the mirror, I feel him behind me. He gives off this aura and I can sense him, before I see him. I silently wonder if that’s normal, but I shake it off, as his hands press against my shoulders. “Good morning, Ally. Or should I say good afternoon?” He whispers in my ear.

  “Good afternoon,” I breathe out, as his strong fingers massage my shoulders.

  “Are you hungry? Hilda made some sandwiches before she left for the day.”

  “Yeah, after this morning, I’m starving.”

  He chuckles, “Well come on then. I’ve been slack in the food department and I need to feed you. After last night and this morning, you’re going to need to regain some energy.”

  I flush at the remembrance of this morning, how he conquered my body so completely. I was sated and exhausted, but so fulfilled and I silently wonder what it would be like to wake up like that every day, wrapped in his arms. I shake off the thoughts, because realistically I know that it’s way too soon for thoughts like that.

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sp; We sit down at the kitchen table. There are sandwiches, pasta salad, chips and cookies spread across it. “Wow, all of this for lunch?” I ask.

  “Sustenance, Ally. We’ve both been barely surviving on hospital food for the last few weeks and we both need to get our strength back up,” he says, as he shoves a sandwich in to his mouth. “We are going out for dinner tonight, so we need to go get you a dress. Unless you have something at your apartment we can go get,” he says, with a mouthful of ham and cheese.

  “I don’t know, how dressy does it need to be? I have work dresses, but nothing fancy.”

  “Well, then we’ll go shopping. We have reservations at Park 75 for dinner. You’ll need a cocktail dress.”

  “Cocktail? Why, what’s the occasion?” I ask, as I pop a chip in to my mouth.

  “We’re celebrating,” he says with a huff, like I should already know this.

  “Celebrating what?” Okay, so I took the bait.

  “Being alive, Alexandra. We survived the accident and we are celebrating survival. Not only are we physically alive, but we are mentally alive. I want to take you out and show you off. Let the world know, that no one can bring us down.”

  Wow, I’m not sure what to say to this. I’ve never been to a fancy place like that. Well, The Watershed when he kidnapped me from the airport after we met in Miami, but that was different. He was attempting to woo me, and I guess I fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.

  “Jackson, you don’t have to take me to fancy places and spend all that money on me. I just want you, not the elaborate lifestyle that comes with it. Just you,” I say as I lean in to kiss him.

  “I know, and that is one of the many reasons why I fell in love with you, Ally. You’re a simple, smart and beautiful woman. You know what you want in life, and you go after it, but you expect nothing in return. I want to take you to places like this, I want to spend money on you. I want to celebrate us. Please, give me this one night.”

  He looks so sad with his puppy dog eyes and I can’t resist him. I’m not sure I could resist him anything. “Okay,” I whisper.

  “Plus, you’ll need that dress for our trip I’m planning.”

  “A trip? Why? Where?” I ask surprised.

  “Remember in the hospital I asked you to go away with me? Well, we’re going to Miami in a few weeks. I’ve neglected the office there and I need to go down and take care of some things. We’ll stay at my condo on the beach. Plus, I want you to see the office there and let me know what you think.”

  “What do you mean, what I think? I know you aren’t referring to me coming to work for you again, are you?”

  He leans back in his chair and eyes me speculatively, as he takes another bite of his sandwich, but he doesn’t answer my question, the jerk. I lean back in my char and stare, this feels so domesticated, sitting here at the table having lunch together. Makes our relationship seem more...I don’t know, real, I guess. Then again, the shit got real about three months ago, when this man came swooshing in to my life.

  “What are you thinking?” He asks me, one eyebrow raised.

  “Isn’t that something the girl is supposed to ask?” I ask, raising my eyebrow back at him. Well, I tried to anyway and I figure I probably look ridiculous, because Jackson busts out laughing.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You are, Ally. And yes, typically it is a question the ‘girl’ usually asks, but you looked lost for a minute. Penny for your thoughts?”

  “I was just thinking how ‘domesticated’ you and I look, sitting here at your kitchen table having a casual lunch. Just seems, strange I guess. After all that has happened over the past months, this just seems...... casual. I don’t know, I can’t explain it,” I say, leaning back in my chair.

  “Well, get used to it Ally. Cause, this...” he waves his arms around, “will be happening often. I like having you here. Maybe one day you’ll be here every day,” he says quietly, and I almost don’t hear him. It’s as if he changed his mind mid-sentence. I decide to not address it at this point. It’s too soon for that anyway. Right now, all I can think about is getting my life back to normal.

  Chapter 25

  An hour later, we are in the back of the Bentley, pulling in to Lenox Square to go shopping. As long as I have lived in Atlanta, I have never been to Lenox. It’s too upscale for little ole me, so I usually end up at TJ Maxx. The car stops in front of Neiman Marcus. Whoa, this is way out of my league. “Jackson, what are we doing here?”

  He looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “I told you were going shopping. We need to get you a dress for tonight,” he says, as James opens the door to let us out.

  “Neiman Marcus? Jackson, I can’t afford Neiman Marcus. This....this is too much. We need to go somewhere else,” I say, as I dig my heals in to the carpet of the car, Jackson trying to pull me out.

  “Come, Alexandra,” he says, with a twinkle in his eye. I immediately remember the last time he told me to come. I smile a wicked smile at him. Maybe he’ll get the hint and get back in the car.

  “You like telling me what to do, don’t you?” I ask, as I give in, sliding across the seat to get out of the car.

  “You have no idea,” he says, as he helps me out of the car. I stand tall and take in my surroundings. From the outside it looks like a typical mall, but I know once we get inside....well, I’m preparing myself.

  Jackson leads me through the store, straight to the formal wear, where a young blonde is roaming the floor, looking for her next victim. “We’re here to see Amanda Poole, please,” Jackson tells her. Her eyes travel up and down Jackson’s body, from his eyes to his feet and back up. I can see she’s affected by him and I restrain myself. I retract the claws, as she looks me over, a look of pity across her face. I can already tell she’s a bitch and she hasn’t even spoken.

  She smacks her gum and looks back at Jackson. “Just a minute, I’ll get her.” As she disappears behind a rack of clothing, hopefully to never be seen again.

  “Who’s Amanda?” I ask him.

  “Personal shopper. She is going to help you find exactly what you need for tonight.”

  “A personal shopper? You don’t think I can pick something out on my own?” I snap. The audacity of this man sometimes throws me for a loop.

  “Of course I do, but I want to do this for you. It’ll be fun,” he says, as a taller, brunette walks up with an actual smile on her face. Her hair is pulled tight in to a bun and her makeup is about six feet thick.

  “You must be Jackson Bentley. I’m Amanda Poole, very nice to meet you. And you must be Alexandra, yes?” I nod, because her British accent has thrown me a bit. I was expecting the typical southern twang, but she’s refined and swanky.

  “I understand you need cocktail attire for this evening. Any particular style?” She asks, as she looks me up and down. What is it with these people and their blatant staring? Oh wait, I get it. They’re finding it hard to believe that I am standing here with Jackson and not some long, tall and slender woman. Well fuck ‘em both.

  “Yes, we are,” I answer, a little sharper than I’m used to. Jackson just smiles down at me, a look of approval on his face. He must see it too.

  “You two go ahead. Ally, I have an errand to run. I’ll be back in a bit. Text me if you get done before I get back,” he says, as he leans in and kisses me. He’s leaving me here with Elvira? Yes, apparently, he is, because he just walked off towards the exit. Nice, thanks a lot Jackson.

  Amanda takes me through the store, pulling a garment rack behind her. Wow, she must really think this is going to be a good sale, because she’s milking it for all it’s worth. Before I know it, the rack is full of dresses, in all styles and colors. I try them all on and finally decide on a black lace dress, that seems to have glitter on it. It’s gorgeous. It hits just above my knee and the bateau neckline is all sheer lace. It’s fitted, but not so tight that it’s uncomfortable. I look at the price tag and immediately begin to take it off. No way am I letting Jackson spend sixteen hundred
bucks on a dress. One that I will probably only wear once.

  “Perfect!” Amanda says, in her thick English accent. “You like?” She asks.

  I nod my head, because I really do like the dress, but it’s too much. “Umm, do you have anything a little less....expensive?” I ask, a frown crossing her face. Ha, she thought she was going to get a huge commission.

  “Mr. Bentley hired me to help you find a dress. He said money is no object, so you don’t need to worry about that,” she says, as I head back in to the fitting room. I suddenly feel sick to my stomach. How can I let him spend this money on me? He might feel comfortable with it, but I sure don’t. Heather would be in Seventh Heaven though.

  Next I am traipsing behind her, on our way to shoes. “What size?”

  Size six and a half, please.

  She nods, then goes in to the back stock room, coming out juggling four shoe boxes. I immediately fall in love with the first pair she shows me. It’s a lacy pump, with too high of a heal, probably three inches or so and a big lacy bow on top of a peep toe. “Ah yes, these will be perfect,” Amanda says, as she sets the box on the counter, heading back in to the stock room to return the other boxes.

  I peek at the price, but she comes out and snatches the box before I can see it. All I know is they’re Valentino, so I can only imagine how much they are. I decide that I really don’t want to know.

  I follow her once again to accessories, where she grabs a black clutch and then turns back to me. “All done. Let’s head back to dresses and I can get this all bagged up for you,” She says, as she turns on her heel, leaving me in the dust. Thankfully, the dress department isn’t that far away, or I would have gotten lost.

  When we arrive at the counter, Jackson is leaning against a mirror, playing with his phone. Before he looks up, my phone dings, indicating a text message.