No Regrets: Jani Kay (Firebird Trilogy Book 2) (15 page)

Beautiful.

“Fuck, baby. Hold on.”

I came hard. It felt like nothing I'd ever experienced. I knew then I'd never get enough. This was only the beginning. I wanted to spend the rest of my life fucking Rebecca.

Her eyes closed and she leaned back against me, limp and trembling. I folded her into my arms and spun her around, hugging her to me tightly. I smelled her hair, drinking her in, before planting a kiss on her forehead.

Lifting her in my arms, I carried her to the couch. I sat with her in my lap, caressing up and down her spine. She fit so naturally around me. She nestled her face in my neck, her warm breath tickling my skin.

“Baby, look at me.” I needed to see her eyes.

She shook her head slowly. Nestling deeper.

“Rebecca,” I whispered, lifting her chin to meet my gaze. Her eyes stayed shut. “Let me see you.”

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open. They were wet. She was crying
? Fuck, what have I done wrong?
My heart beat in my chest, fear spiking through me. Did she regret this?

“Baby,” my chest tightened, “talk to me.”

Her lashes shimmered as she blinked, but she stayed silent. Panic gripped my heart. Was this one time all I was getting? “I've wanted you for so long. You have no idea. I'm sorry if I took you too hard. It's just—”

I shrugged, at a loss to what more to say.

“Oh, Max, that was
perfect
.” She cupped my face in her hands and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me with such intensity I thought my heart would burst. I kissed her back, holding the side of her face, possessing her.

I would never understand this woman. She remained a mystery. One I wanted to unfold slowly and savor every moment. I loved her fiery passion. I loved her feisty spirit. Her smart mind and her smart mouth. Her curves and her softness.
Everything
.

Fuck! I loved
her
.

It hit me like a ton of bricks. I'd always been attracted to her, but love?

I chuckled softly at the corner of her lips before plunging deeper and owning her mouth.

I wanted all of her. I wanted to own her body, her mind, her soul. But mostly her heart.

T
he warmth that spread through my body as Maxwell kissed me sent a glow through me. I was on fire, burning from the inside. I wanted him to consume me, take me, and own me. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to fuck me
and
make love to me.

But it was more than want. It was need. It came from deep inside the darkest corner of my soul and begged for his love. I wanted Maxwell Grant to love me. I needed to give myself to him completely, body, mind, and soul. My heart was already his.

How had I never known this before this moment? Had I been blind?

My heart burst with love, feeling it in every corner of my being.

How can you be so reckless, Rebecca? How can you fall for him so hard?

It was too late. There was nothing I could do to change it. I loved Maxwell Grant with every fiber in my being. I'd been in denial for so long it was freeing to finally allow myself to feel it. Acknowledge its existence. Stop running. Stop hiding from the truth.

I wanted him again. I wanted his cock inside me. It lay between us, half-mast and heavy, pressing into my hip. I slid off his lap and knelt by his feet, looking up at his face. The most beautiful man I could imagine was mine tonight. I had this one night with him. I had to make the best of it before we went back to our own worlds. Before his regret of what he’d done ate at him. Before the media and stockholders dictated his next move.

If only it wasn’t so.

If only we truly could have more.

But after this was over, when he realized what we’d done, both drowning out our pain in the moment, it would be over just as quickly.

He stared down at me, his eyes soft. He reached out and stroked my hair, a small smile tugging at his lips. I'd never wanted to give myself so completely, so willingly to a man before. Yet I wanted to with Max. I needed to.

I leaned forward and took hold of his dick, gently stroking the smooth skin with my fingertips, in awe of its capability to make me so happy. The drop of pre-cum on the tip glistened in the light. I rubbed it with my thumb then sucked it into my mouth to taste him. It was beautiful. Perfect. Just as I expected Max would taste.

His eyes widened as he stared down at me without blinking. His long eyelashes brushed his cheeks as he closed his eyes for a moment. “Baby, what you do to me...” His voice was low, barely audible.

I wanted to do more. Please him. I licked around the rim, teasing him to come back to life. He groaned, throwing his head backward, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. I took him in my mouth, gently at first, getting to know him intimately as I licked and sucked and stroked, while I squeezed his balls in my hand. I rasped my teeth down his length, eliciting a long hiss.

He was ready for me. My pussy was soaked, eager to have him fill me again. I was greedy and wanted him deep. His eyes flew open when I popped him out of my mouth, only holding him at the base, my fingers unable to touch regardless how hard I squeezed.

Lifting off the floor, I quickly straddled him, directing his cock inside me. I wanted him bare. I placed both hands on his shoulders, pushing down on his hard member. His eyes widened, his mouth forming an O. Before he could protest, he was balls deep into my pussy.

“It's okay. I'm on the pill.” I smiled at the confused look on his face, loving him even more for his concern. But I knew what I wanted, and tonight I was having him skin to skin.

His fingers dug into my hips as I rode him, slowly lifting and falling, riding his cock, both of us staring into one another’s eyes, trying to read everything there we weren’t saying.

I leaned forward and took his mouth, relishing in the taste of his tongue on mine, scraping my nipples along his chest with every rise and fall.

“Jesus, Rebecca, you’re going to kill me, baby,” he murmured.

I laughed, delighted I could do this to him. The man whose feathers never ruffled was putty in my hands. I grabbed a breast and squeezed it, then pushed it into his mouth. A deep rumble from his chest told me he loved it. He sucked hard, then bit down on the nipple, sending pain and pleasure shooting through my body.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my hand slipping between us to find my hard clit. He placed a hand over mine, replacing my finger with his. It was so hot; I was ready to explode. Together, we explored my wet pussy as I rode him, my legs quivering from the exertion.

I pressed my knees into his hips, on the edge of an orgasm. God, I loved him so much. I wanted this night to never end. He grabbed a handful of my breast, pulling on the nipple. That was the signal my body needed to spiral out of control.

“Max,” I screamed, unable to stop the wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me. His fingers dug into my hips, helping me slide up and down his length, increasing the friction as I became tighter and he swelled inside me.

“Christ. Your pussy is perfect. You were made for me, Rebecca. Made for my cock.” With a shudder, he found his release, pumping into me.

I stayed in his lap, holding him inside me, sending every sensation to my memory banks for later when I’d relive this moment.

“Kiss me,” he ordered.

I did. Long. Hard. With all the love in my heart.

W
ith a steaming coffee in my hand, I turned the television on to check the weather forecast for the day, waiting for Maxwell to pick me up to take me to the hospital. Chewing my bottom lip, I couldn’t help but worry if it would be awkward this morning and if he regretted last night.

Flicking through the channels, I froze as I came to CNN. Splashed on the screen was more ‘developing news’ about the Grant split, theories abounding about what went wrong in the marriage, speculations of cheating rife. If Max and I were caught together, it would fuel the media’s suspicions and make his life hell with his board of directors and major shareholders.

If he was really serious about being with me, we’d have to stay low for a while. That was fine with me, as long as I got to be with him.

Three sharp knocks rapped against the door. I smiled. Max was early.

I sprinted to open the door for him, eager to see him again. I wanted to see if what we’d had last night was real—that I hadn’t imagined it all. Taking a deep breath, I jerked the door open.

A flashlight blinded me momentarily, and I automatically lifted my arm to ward it off. The grin I’d reserved for Maxwell slid off my face. How in hell’s name did this team of reporters find me this fast?

I slammed the door shut, completely unprepared for this. I leaned against the door, my heart racing. This was going to be so much worse than I imagined. Somebody tipped the press off—I had to warn Maxwell.

My phone started vibrating then ringing on the coffee table. Wary, I reached for it and checked the caller ID before I answered. Maxwell. Thank God.

“Max, there are reporters at my door,” I shrieked, unable to keep my voice calm.

“Fuck. That’s what I was calling about. To warn you not to open the door.”

“So what do we do now? How will I get out without being followed? And you can't come here to pick me up either.”

This was becoming a nightmare.

“Listen closely. I’ve sent my guys to get you. James will come to your door. Brent will be waiting in the SUV for a quick getaway. Just walk out as calmly as you can. Don’t say a word.
Nothing
. Okay?”

“Are you sure about this? You know they’ll trace James and the car back to you.”

“Of course I’m sure. Nothing is more important than us, Rebecca. I'm not going to let the press keep us apart. I've waited too long for this.”

Thank you, God. Max hasn’t changed his mind.

“But shouldn’t we lie low for a while? Wait for it to blow over?”

He sighed, his voice raspy. “It won’t ever blow over. In my experience, it's best to handle these issues head on. If we don’t, the media will make up their own stories—twisting the truth—and come up with things far worse than you can imagine. Anyway, what’s wrong with a boss sending a car for an employee?”

“It's going to hurt Grant Industries. All your charities.”

“Let me worry about that, okay? I’ll figure out how to handle this. I'm sorry it happened to you.”

God, how sweet. Here his world was crashing down around him and he was sorry for me.

“Put on a brave face, sweetheart. Give the press your most confident smile. Cause you’re going to be headline news, whether you like it or not.”

I sucked in a breath.
The other woman
. I'd be branded and burned at the proverbial stakes. It was the one thing I never wanted to be. Strange how life had a way of bringing our worst fears to fruition to test us. My mind raced as I weighed up all the options.

Was I prepared to do this so I could be with Maxwell? I could deny it all and walk away. Pretend last night never happened. Go back to Australia and never talk to Mr. Grant again. That would save face for him and his company, and me. He could say it was all a big mistake, a miscommunication. It happened all the time. He could go back to Natasha.

“Rebecca, are you listening to me? Why have you gone so quiet?”

“Max, you know if I walk out that door and get into your car, it's going to change everything. Are you prepared for that? Are you sure you don’t want to rethink it and—”

“Rebecca. Fuck, woman, if you run now, I’m going to chase you down until I find you.
No more running.
I want this. I want you. That’s all there is to it. We will face the challenges together.”

I had to try one more time.

“Maxwell, let me take a taxi to the hospital. I’ll call you from there.”

“You don’t seem to understand. You have
already
been implicated. Natasha and her lawyers are fighting the divorce. She has her PR Company—the one I helped set up for her—all over this. They want to make us look bad.”

I sank into the chair. How did I ever think this was going to work between Max and me? I should have known Natasha wouldn’t give him up without a fight. A contract was a legal binding document. She clearly wasn’t letting him go.

“We have to be brave now, sweetheart. Fight for us.” He went silent for a moment; all I could hear was his heavy breathing on the other side. “If that’s what you still want. After last night, I know it's what I want.”

The way he spoke those words melted my heart. I wanted nothing more than to be with him right that minute, and for the rest of my life.

My attention was drawn back to the television by a chat show host advertising his guest for that evening’s show. He was interviewing none other than Natasha Brighton, the soon to be ex-Mrs. Grant. Fuck. My stomach turned. What was Natasha’s game?

“Fuck.” Max exhaled a hard breath.

“What?”

“I'm on CNN. Natasha is stirring the pot.”

“I'm watching CNN too. She’s on a chat show tonight. Dammit, Max, that can't be good.”

Pictures of Natasha flashed on the big screen. She was a beautiful woman. Could I compete with that? She was pure perfection and I was flawed in so many ways I couldn’t even count. My insecurities surfaced.

“Max, I can’t do this. You’re making a mistake. Go back to Natasha before it's too late.”

“Fuck, Rebecca, now you’re just pissing me off. I don’t love her. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with her. Can't you understand that?”

“But she’s beautiful. She’s successful and famous. How can any man not want that?”

“Because looks aren’t everything. Yes, she’s gorgeous. I won’t deny that. But she doesn’t get my heart racing like you do. Trust me on this, baby.
Please
.”

Maxwell Grant was willing to beg me.

“Unless you don’t want to be with me? Unless last night meant nothing to you?”

I sucked in a breath. I was still on a high from last night. Just thinking about it made me squeeze my thighs together. I wanted him all right.

“I do. I want you,” I whispered, ashamed to admit it. I could deny it all I wanted. The truth was I wanted Max more than I'd ever wanted any man. Since I’d let my mind and body go there, I wanted more.