Explore Her, More of Her (5 page)

“I warmed up chicken pot pies. The refrigerators are stocked with packaged crap that I would never eat otherwise. They were counting on us being here for a long time.”

I bend my neck so that he can nibble on it. “So what are we going to tell Dr. Calvet?”

“Oh, I’ll handle the doctor. I called your father and made arrangements.”

Belmont’s lips are so tender. “And what did he say?”

“He’s having the house prepared for you.”

“Him or you?”

Belmont spins me around to face him and slides his hands down my arms. “You’re so soft.” He kisses me. “Both of us.”

I’m momentarily dazed. “Both of us are soft?”

He chuckles. “No, Jacques and I are making sure his property is fit for my wife.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and devour his lips. He picks me up, and I clasp my legs around him. My stomach growls.
 

Belmont tosses his head back and groans. “Fuck! I’m going to have to feed you first.”

I try to unravel my legs, but he keeps us knotted together. We keep kissing as Belmont carries me to the kitchen.

“So what’s this business you have?” I ask as he sets me in a chair.
 

“Just business, nothing big.”
 

His tone is always dismissive when I want to discuss his business, but this time I press. I want to know more.
 

“It sounded like something big to me,” I say.

“Wait a sec.” Belmont trots over to the gourmet oven. He uses a mitten to take out two pot pies on a cookie sheet. “I need to tie up loose ends.”

“What loose ends?”

He looks at me curiously then scratches his eyebrow. “You’re really interested in my loose ends?”

I smirk. “What’s the big deal, Jack Lord? It’s a simple question.”

He smirks back. “I told you that I like it when you call me Jack.”
 

“Then, Jack, explain your partnership with Harold Doe. I mean, is that even his real name?”

Belmont’s smirk transforms into a scowl. “He’s my business partner. What else do you want me to explain?”

“I get the impression that he works for you?”

Belmont opens a cabinet and takes out two plates. “He doesn’t work for me, and his real name is Harold.”

“Harold Doe sounds too much like John Doe for it to be his real name.”

Belmont puts the pot pies on the plates and takes two forks out of a drawer. “Yes, Harold Doe is his real name.” He puts a plate in front of me and sits next to me with his plate. “John Doe had to come from somewhere. You know… The Doe family.” He grins at his own humor.

I roll my eyes, smirking. “He never says hello, good morning, or anything. It’s weird.”

“If you’d like for him to speak to you, then I’ll talk to him about it.”

I grunt. “Don’t talk to him about it. I don’t care if he speaks to me or not—it’s just strange that he doesn’t.”

Belmont rubs my inner thigh. “He’s my business partner, babe, nothing more, nothing less. So eat…” His finger stimulates my clit. He sips air. “Damn it, I love the way this feels. It’s hard and swollen. I want it in my mouth.”

I should stop him, but I like it. I just don’t know if I like the feeling or the fact that it’s him who’s touching me. I tilt my head back and sigh. Belmont’s lips crash down on mine, and in an instant, I’m straddling his lap. He fishes his rigid penis out of his shorts. I lift up and come down on his throbbing girth. We exhale on impact and continue to do what we do best.

The sex session ends. We eat. Belmont eats me. I come hard—over and over and over again. We fuck in the warmed pool—twice. Earlier Belmont asked me to sleep in bed with him, and as usual, he gets his way.
 

“Are you on Viagra?” I ask.

I’m on top, and he’s shifting my hips against his never-ceasing hard-on.

He does something between a gasp and a laugh. “I’m on Daisy Lord.”
 

He grinds a hot spot, which makes me moan. “Is your business taking you back to Chicago?”
 

“No…”

“No more business there?” I sigh.

“Too risky.”

“Risky?”

“Babe. You want to talk about this right now?”

A whimper escapes me. He’s trying to pleasure me into silence, and it’s working. He bounces me faster against his erection, hammering that spot. I wrap my arms around his neck. He’s delaying his orgasm, waiting to hear me scream and for my pussy to pulsate. As soon as it happens, he jabs me deep and lets loose.
 

We pant and hold each other tight. My breaths come slower, my eyelids are heavier, and my body is fatigued. Belmont guides me in front of him, spoons me, and kisses my ear. Maybe we should stay on the island—like, forever. We should make love until we die. But for now, I fall asleep until he’s ready to go again.

We sleep in because Belmont and I screwed all night long. All. Night. Long. I reach for his watch on the nightstand and check the time. It’s 2:43 p.m. I blink until I’m more awake. Belmont’s body is still pasted to my backside. No matter how hot body contact makes us, he hardly ever lets go of me during the night. So I’m sticky, and I have to pee. I carefully free myself from his grasp.
 

He stirs and pulls me back into him. “Where are you going?”
 

He always asks that.
“Bathroom.”

He lets go. “Hurry.”

I scamper to the bathroom and pee. Today’s the day. Belmont and I haven’t talked about my trip to Bordeaux, and Dr. Calvet is expecting us to be tagged around the ankle and sitting in on his session.
 

Once I’m done, I crawl back in bed. What happens next isn’t a surprise. Belmont moans and squeezes my breast. I feel his thickness rub against the entrance to my pussy. His slippery head circles my snug hole until I’m moist enough for him to break through.

“Shit,” he mutters, and I gasp as he sinks his tongue into my ear.
 

He bobs my hips against his groin. I tighten my muscles around his dick to catch every sensation his thrusts have to offer. I climax before he does. Then he sets me on my knees and enters my pussy from my backside. He whimpers and mutters about how good it feels as he indulgently shifts in and out of me.

“Shit!” He rams his dick deep inside me and holds it there. “Stay still.”

I turn to look at him.
 

He watches me with hooded eyes. “You’re so sexy.” He trails kisses up and down my back. I pitch my hips back against his cock, and he holds me steady. “Not yet.”

Belmont is trying to delay his orgasm. He does this whenever he wants to double the amount of times we make love in a day and night.

He stays inside me as he pulls me against his chest so that we can lie down together. “Shit.”

“What is it?” I pet his hair.

“I don’t know if I can let you go.”

“Then don’t.”

Silence lingers before he says, “I have to.”

“What do you say that?”

“Aren’t you tired of going around in circles?”

“Are you counting on absence making our hearts grow fonder? Because we’ve already had a lot of absence.”
 

“Babe, I just want you to be happy. I need to learn how to make you happy because I’ve given you all I got.”

I frown because he’s not making any sense, but he’s smart, and I trust him. Maybe he sees something I simply can’t. “Okay. I’ll fly to Bordeaux. It’s time anyway. I haven’t seen my grandparents since my freshman year of college. Then there are my
oncles
and
tantes
,
et beacoup de cousins…
”

Belmont slowly shifts my hips against his dick, toying with my pussy. “It turns me on when you speak French.”

The very slow way his thickness slides in and out of me feels so good.

“My accent and pronunciation are so bad.” I laugh. I twist my body to meet his mouth, and we kiss tenderly.
 

“Damn it. My dick is sore as hell,” Belmont complains, frowning.
 

I chuckle. “You should’ve paced yourself.”

He grabs my hips. “Stay still.”

“You’re a masochist!”

“I’m in love with you.”

“You mean lust.”

“Both.”

“I love and lust you too.”

He kisses my shoulder, licking, sucking, and gently biting me. “Shit.” He bobs my hips against him.
 

There’s loud beeping, and we both look toward the sound.

Belmont strokes me deep and holds himself there. “Is that the fucking ankle monitor?”

“I think so,” I barely say.

“I guess it’s time.” He crashes in and out of me to the sound of the beeping until he blasts off inside me.
 

***

I have no idea what Belmont said to Dr. Calvet after we finished making love. I took a shower instead of joining the conversation. I just want to put the whole captivity aspect of our ordeal behind us.
 

An actual cook made our late lunch of seared scallops with sautéed peaches on a bed of ginger couscous with roasted yams and kale. Belmont was back on the telephone with Harold Doe as we sat at the table. Whatever Harold said seemed to agitate Belmont. As usual, he only responded with “right” and “I see” and “we’ll talk later.”

After he hung up, Belmont looked as though he wanted to discuss whatever was bothering him, but he kept it to himself. Instead, we talked about my grandparents’ farm in Coutras. I recalled how Daniel and I went sheep herding with
Pepe
and washed our clothes with a washboard in a large pail with
Meme
. No matter how Heloise tried to bring my grandparents into the twentieth century, they wouldn’t come. I haven’t seen them since the turn of the century. I wonder if they’ve joined the rest of us yet. I told Belmont that I can’t wait to see.
 

“Your eyes dance when you talk about them,” he said.

“I didn’t notice,” I said and wiped the smile off my face. There was no use in admitting that after Daniel died, I gave up on my family. I felt as though everyone had betrayed us by continuing to live. It was stupid of me. What were they supposed to do? Stop living as I had? Stop loving as I had?

“So what did Dr. Calvet say?” I asked to change the subject.

“We’ll call him in a few weeks to give him an update.”

“Oh… do you think we’ll have something good to report?”
 

Belmont gave me a lopsided smile. “Absolutely.”

It’s now later in the day, and I’m packing my things. Angelina put a lot of thought into providing for my captivity. She packed all the toiletries a girl needs, plus makeup I hadn’t owned in the first place. Half of my clothes are short, sexy dresses, so she did think that, at some point, I’d be seducing Belmont. However, there will be no sexy dress for me today—the jet will be cold. I put on a pair of jeans that are ripped at the knees and thighs and a white V-neck T-shirt. All I have are sandals, which is fine. Belmont has three jets, and I store warm socks on all of them.
 

“Hey,” Belmont says as I zip up the suitcase.

Seeing his beautiful face appear out of nowhere never gets old. “Hey,” I say.

He looks at me from head to toe. “You can always make a pair of jeans and a T-shirt sexy.”

“Back at you.”

We smile at each other and look at the bed.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

I nod.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“Ditto.”

He walks to me. “The only reason I’m not fucking you right now is because he’s sore.”

I chuckle. “If he’s sore, can you imagine how sore
she
is?”

Belmont frowns as he strokes my neck. “Have I hurt you?”

I look into his eyes. It’s so quiet and still. He smells good. He’s wearing that cologne I like. Out of nowhere, I’m flooded by new emotions. Has he hurt me? “You have hurt me. We haven’t talked about it, but you’ve hurt me.”

Belmont sighs gravely. “You’re referring to Stacy?”

I nod as I try to keep from tearing up.
 

He holds my face to make sure I’m looking into his eyes. “Daisy, baby, I need you to believe me when I say that those pictures looked worse than what actually happened. I told you, I tried to…” He sighs. “I tried to have sex with her, but I kept having mental blockages.”

“I know you love me, Belmont.”

“I more than love you.”

“Then why did you even
try
to have sex with her?”

He says, “Because…”

“Because?”

“Because loving someone else half as much as I love you would be easier.”

I think he just knocked the wind out of me. “Why am I so hard for you to love?”
 

“You’re so sad, Daisy. I love to see you laugh. I know if you’re laughing, then you’re happy, at least for the moment. I don’t know how to make you happier. Well, I do, but I’m not God. I can’t raise the dead.”
 

I’ve swallowed his words, and they’ve choked me until I can’t speak.
 

“Listen, babe, Stacy was a stupid-ass, knee-jerk reaction that brought me more misery than it did you. You’re the only woman I want to love, make love to, fuck, or do anything else with. I’m going to figure out how to make you happy every goddamn second of the day even if I die trying.”

We’re staring into each other’s eyes.

“It’s just… you were intimate with her.”

“I know. If I could take it back, I would. I’m sorry… I’m very, very sorry. You can hold my actions against me for as long as you need to get over them, but baby, don’t ever leave me again.”

I see Belmont’s soul behind his eyes. He means every word he just said. “Then…” I clear my throat. “I forgive you.”

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too.”

Belmont’s lips covers mine. We kiss as if we’re rediscovering each other’s tongue and lips. I whimper because I want him so much. Cool air hits my back as my shirt lifts. I raise my arms, and our lips separate momentarily so that Belmont can pull my shirt over my head. He unclamps my bra, and when my tits are freed, his mouth consumes one of my nipples then the other. I run my fingers through his hair as he makes me wet.

“This way,” he whispers.
 

Belmont walks me to the bed and spreads me across the mattress. He snatches his shirt over his head and throws it to the floor. I smooth my hand across the ripples of his chest and torso.