Belong to You(3)

"Jill, huh?" Jack looked at me suspiciously.

I smiled. "I guess so, Jack."

"What brings you to Honolulu, Jill?" He said with an emphasis on Jill, knowing full well it wasn't really my name.

"Well, I'm on my honeymoon Jack!" I thought my answer was hysterical in  my drunken state. Sienna must have too, considering she spit her drink  out and almost choked on it, as she joined me in laughing at my  statement.

For a split second, I thought Jack may have looked angry, but then he  must have realized that we had been teasing. Sienna and I laughed our  asses off, but Jack didn't seem to find our joke as funny as we did.  When we finally regained control of our giggling, Sienna looked up at  Jack, who was clearly waiting for an explanation, smiled, then turned  and went back to Jack's friends.

I looked up at Jack and he was watching me, his face showed signs of his  patience slipping. "It was supposed to be my honeymoon, but we broke up  two months ago. The honeymoon was already paid for, so I decided to  take Sienna and make it a vacation instead."

Jack smiled, apparently content with my answer. He reached forward to  the bar to grab two bottles of water. His fingers brushed mine as he  handed me one, sending an electric jolt that made me pull my hand back. I  looked up at him confused.         

     



 

He leaned down to my eye level and looked me straight in the eyes, briefly searching for something. "I felt it too."



A few hours later we were in the resort's bar partying with the bachelor  party and had made some new friends. The bachelor, Robert, turned out  to be a nice guy, who apparently was totally whipped by his fiancé. He  spent most of the night getting teased and harassed by his friends, most  of who were all still single. Jack played host to the rowdy crowd and  most of the staff seemed to have known him by name already.

Sienna was getting cozy with Tyler as the last of the bachelor party  said goodnight, leaving just the four of us. The bartender told us he  was getting ready to leave and asked Jack if he wanted the keys to lock  up later. "Do you work here or something?" I asked confused as he  accepted the keys.

"Or something." Jack smiled, but offered no more information. He walked  around to the other side of the bar and reached down pulling out a  bottle of water. "Drink." Was all he said as he handed it to me?

"You're pretty bossy, aren't you?" I knew he was right, and I needed to  drink water or I would regret it tomorrow, but he didn't offer it to me,  he instructed me to drink it.

"Yes." He looked me directly in the eyes unapologetically and didn't  waiver the entire time he opened his own bottle and drank from it.

His stare made me dizzy, but I wasn't going to back down. The arrogant  ass was starting to affect me, and it was an odd combination of being  pissed off and turned on at the same time. I held his stare as I opened  my water bottle and drank from it. Jack finally broke our heated gaze,  and for a split second, I thought I had won our unspoken challenge. Then  I watched him, as he slowly looked me up and down, his eyes taking  their time as they wandered over my breasts and down my flat stomach.  When he was done and had taken himself a good long look, his eyes  returned to mine again. He didn't try to hide his visual assault;  instead, he enjoyed me watching him do it. I felt a throb between my  thighs and shifted my legs in response to it. He caught my body respond  to him and gave me a sexy wicked smile with one eyebrow arched.

"Shit, I need to go to bed." I needed to get away from the mesmerizing man quickly before I did something stupid.

His wicked smile grew, but he didn't respond.

"Sienna, I'm going to go to bed, you coming?" I yelled to the other end of the bar where she was snuggled with Tyler.

"I'll meet you up there in a little bit, Syd."

Jack came around the bar and put his hand on the small of my back. I had  to struggle to keep still, as his hand ignited my skin beneath his  touch. "I'll walk you to your room." Jack tossed Tyler the keys. His  hand never left me as we walked and I wondered if he felt my skin  burning underneath his big hand.

"So, Syd, or is it Jill, why did Sienna not want to tell me your real name?"

Alcohol was like truth serum to me, insert a few shots and out comes  everything you ever wanted to know. "She had a crazy idea that I should  have an anonymous fling while we are here to celebrate my newly found  singleness."

"And why is that crazy?" His tone was flat and serious.

I actually thought about the question for a minute, and couldn't come up  with an answer. "Umm, I'm not sure, I guess it isn't really that crazy,  people do it all the time with one night stands."

He didn't say anything more as we entered the elevator. He stood close  behind me, even though there was no one else in the car. I felt his warm  breath on my neck and my body was sizzling from how close he was, he  had to feel it too.

Stepping off the elevator to my floor, I was disappointed to lose his  body next to mine. His hand returned to the small of my back as we made  our way to the door of my room. "So it's all settled then."

I was digging into my bag to find my key and looked up at him confused,  sure I must have dazed out and missed some of our conversation. He  continued, "I already know your name and know you have a great voice, so  it can't be totally anonymity. How about if we limit each other to 10  personal questions, that way we don't get to know each other that well,  and it will still be sort of anonymous."

My mouth dropped open at his suggestion. I wasn't pretending to be  shocked, I was shocked. "Are you saying you want to have sex with me  this week and only get to ask and be asked 10 personal questions?"

"That's what I'm saying." His response was dead serious.

"You're crazy." I glared at him, my face confirming that I thought he was insane.         

     



 

"I thought we just established that it wasn't crazy."

"I didn't say it was crazy, I said you're crazy." I emphasized the difference.

But Jack didn't respond to my accusation with words. Instead, he reached  down and lifted me up effortlessly, pinning me against the door to my  room, wrapping my legs around his waist. His mouth aggressively covered  mine and he licked my lips demanding them to open. Unconsciously, my  lips parted and our tongues instantly collided in desperation. It wasn't  a first kiss. It was THE first kiss. We held each other tight and his  mouth devoured mine harshly with a raw need raging between us. His body  pressed tightly against mine and every ounce of my body was electrified  from head to toe. I felt his erection hard against my stomach and knew  his body was as in tune to mine as mine was to his.

He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine, looking into my  eyes. We were both breathless and panting. "I felt it the first minute I  looked at you. You felt it too."

I couldn't deny that he was right. "Yes." The word came out breathless and throaty, it didn't even sound like my voice.

"You better unlock that door and deadbolt it quickly, before I stop  being a gentleman and fuck you tonight even though you are drunk."

I bit my bottom lip and he slowly lowered me to my feet, our bodies  pressed against each other intimately as I slid down from his waist.

He kissed me on the lips hard and pulled back to look at me. His  beautiful green eyes turned almost gray with intensity. "No drinking  tomorrow." It was more of an order than a request.

I opened the door to my room and turned back to him as he stood in the  doorway. I could tell that he was fighting hard to control himself.

"Okay." I whispered and then shut the door.





Chapter 3




I woke the next morning to a knock at the door and was quickly reminded  of the night before as I attempted to lift my head. My head was  throbbing and I felt as though I had gone three rounds in a heavyweight  match, with me being the loser of the bout. I looked over at Sienna's  bed, where she was still sleeping soundly.

I answered the door to find room service with a cart. "Good morning Ms.  Aldridge, we have your breakfast ready." The waiter's voice wasn't  particularly loud, yet every word felt like a nail being pushed further  into my brain.

"I'm sorry, there must be a mistake, I didn't order any breakfast."

"Mr. Cole requested that we deliver to your room promptly at 11am."

"Mr. Cole?" I must have looked as confused as I was.

"He wrote a note, maybe this will explain things." The waiter patiently  stood waiting for my eyes to focus enough to take in the words on the  page.

I opened the sealed hotel envelope and read the note. The handwriting  was dark, neat and heavily slanted. Good morning Jill. Drink the tomato  juice; it will help with the hangover. Take two of the pills too. Eat  the eggs, you will need the energy later. The flowers made me think of  you. Jack. I smiled and shook my head and directed the waiter to roll in  the cart. There were two meals and an assortment of drinks, so at least  he was thoughtful enough to feed us both. There was also a bottle of  unopened aspirin and a beautiful arrangement of the most brightly  colored wildflowers I'd ever seen.