Darkest Before Dawn (A Guardian's Diary Book 1)(17)

It was stupid, I knew it. I was in his room, listening to his playlist…or one he’d made for another woman. I felt like an interloper, and yet I didn’t care. The smell of rose in the water was provocative, and eventually, I placed the iPod which was in a waterproof case—handy—on my chest, while my hands skimmed over my flesh.

I moaned low in my throat, and then reminded myself of whom and where I was. I closed my eyes as I felt my nipples harden while the image of Jaeden flashed in my mind. The way his touch sent my body into overdrive, with a simple look or touch. One of my hands slipped beneath the surface to explore the ache between my legs, while the other played with my nipples.

The idea of getting off in his bedroom was both intoxicating and arousing. He’d never know what I’d done, because I was the only one here. I listened to the beat of the music as Puddle of Mudd’s Control played through the buds in my ears. My fingers found the beat, and I gasped as my fingers stroked the small bud in the junction of my legs.

He’d turned me on, and left me unsatisfied. It wasn’t his fault of course, because I’d have stopped it…or I’d like to think I would have. The idea of a man like him between my thighs drove me wild, but it could be because I’d yet to experience what he could do. That might explain why it was so easy for him to turn me on. I was a twenty-one year old virgin. Probably the only one in my town before the flu hit, and probably the oldest living one in the world now.

I allowed a finger to slip between the folds, and rocked my hips against it. My lips trembled as my nipples turned into hard pebbles. I could come so easily. A single finger slipped inside of me, and I gasped and opened my eyes to make sure the door was still locked, but it wasn’t the door I should have been worried about.

Nope, it was the six foot five male who was watching me with intensity so dark and hot in his eyes that instead of closing my legs, they fell open with a knee resting on both sides of the tub. I didn’t stop. I should have, but his eyes feasted on my bare pussy, and what I was doing to it.

“Fucking hell, Emma,” he growled. It was the only warning I got before he strolled to the tub and pulled me out of the water. “I expected you to be pissed. Instead, I come home to a fucking nymph in my bathwater.”

“I wasn’t…it wasn’t…where are you taking me?” I sputtered with a guilty blush spreading over me from head to toe. I landed on the bed with a whoosh of air that escaped my lungs. His mouth devoured mine as his hands took over what mine had just been doing.

“I love the way you tremble for me,” he growled. “The way your skin grows flushed, and your pussy weeps with the need to be fucked,” he murmured as he kissed his way down my flesh.

“Jaeden, what are you doing—” his mouth found the sweet nub of my core and my hips bucked against his mouth and the deliciousness of what he felt like there. “Oh, wow…” I moaned and made incoherent noises as the sound of his mouth sloppily sucking and licking my flesh echoed in my ears.



“You taste like heaven,” he replied as his mouth continued to ravish my sex. It wasn’t until he slipped a single finger inside of me that I knew I had to stop this. It was too much, the feeling intense and overwhelming. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, baring myself to him until I felt exposed, and instead of being embarrassed, I called his name and encouraged him to do even more.

“More,” I ordered and listened as he laughed without removing his mouth from my very wet, very close to coming pussy. “Yes! Oh God, that’s so good!”

Another finger was added, and soon I was riding it until I thought I would break into a million tiny pieces. I called his name, but then he was gone. I looked around the room, and felt the weight of his stare. Something was still touching me, and yet it wasn’t him.

I sat up in the tub and looked around. Jaeden sat in a chair on the other side of the room, watching me. I looked down at my body, and found my hand still buried in my naked flesh. My nipples were hard, but the iPod continued to play, something slower than it had been. “I was asleep,” I said to myself. I’d dreamt of him, and he’d been in the room with me as I had!

“Tell me, Emma, why were you calling my name in your sleep?” he asked from where he sat in a dimly lit corner. He stood and walked towards me, until I could see he was half undressed. His belt was undone, and his shirt was gone. I could see his massive length, hard and ready beneath the jeans.

“Nightmare,” I whispered as I chewed my bottom lip and looked up as he came to stand beside the tub. His eyes greedily consumed my flesh as he looked into the still-warm water of the tub.

“You normally masturbate while having nightmares?” he asked with a cocky grin lifting his lips.

“Is there a bad time to masturbate?” Did I really just say that!?

“I’d think that it would be a bad time to finger-fuck that sweet flesh in front of a man you almost fucked today. Considering I wasn’t finished with you,” he said as he knelt down and splashed water into my face. I brought my hand up to wipe away the water, but as I did, his hand replaced mine. “Don’t move,” he ordered. His finger found my folds, and slid between it. I moaned and tried to close my legs. “I said do not move. Do not come, either. Not unless I tell you to, my little minx.”

“Jaeden, I can’t…Oooh,” I moaned as his finger found the spot and pressed against it. Addy said most guys couldn’t find the spot, and that’s why people made million off writing guides, and yet he’d found it in seconds.

“Can’t what, Emma? Come? You can and will for me, many times,” he said as his smile grew hard and heated. “Fuck, you have a tight little sheath, don’t you?” he whispered as he added another finger. He pulled them out, only to curve them as he plunged them back inside. “When’s the last time this tight, sweet haven was plundered?”

He increased the speed, but even as I teetered on the brink of no return, I pushed him away. “Stop, I don’t want this.” It lacked conviction.

“That’s too bad,” he said as he shoved his fingers in deeper, only to pull them out abruptly and stand up to his full height. “Do you normally play hard to get, or is this just for me?” he sounded angry.

“There was a towel here,” I whispered embarrassedly. I’d been imaging him, and here he was. Yet I still couldn’t go through with it.

“It’s over there,” he hiked his thumb over his shoulder to where it lay on the chair he’d just moments ago vacated. “Get dressed, cock tease. I set out clothes for you. It’s too dangerous to go home tonight, so you’ll stay here.”

“I’m not a cock tease,” I snapped. “If I thought you’d be back in time for the show, I wouldn’t have done it.”

“You were turned on by what we did today, and so was I. I want to fuck you, Emma. It’s as simple as that. Why deny yourself what you want?”

Oh well, because, one, I’m a virgin. Two, I don’t even know much about you besides my body heads straight to Hussyland when you are close to me…Yup, couldn’t say those!

“I’m not playing hard to get, Jaeden. I don’t need a man to make me come.”



“Do it, I’ll watch,” he challenged as I sat up and crossed my legs over my naked vagigi. “I might even join in, and let you watch me.”

“Can you hand me the towel?” I asked and watched as his eyes lowered to where my boobs were barely submerged in the water. I could feel the iPod in the water, the buds floated but barely.

“Nope,” he said as he walked to the bed and plopped down on it. “Get it yourself, little girl.”

As if I wouldn’t? I stood from the water, watching as his eyes lowered to my shaved vagigi. I stepped from the bath, uncaring of the water that splashed over the edge in my anger. I walked over to the towel and picked it up to slip it around my body.

On the back of the chair was a sheer white nightie. “I’m not wearing that!” I looked around for my clothes, and gear. “Where are my things?” I had back-up clothing in my bag.

“You sleep with me tonight. Unless you prefer another of my men?” he questioned.

“So I have to sleep in your bed, with you? No thanks. The floor looks good enough for me.”

“That wasn’t an option,” he warned. “You don’t like taking orders, do you?”

“Does anyone?” I scoffed.

“Put the nightgown on, and get in this bed. It’s an order,” he said as his smile faltered and his eyes grew heated.

“No,” I snapped as I fisted my hands on my hips in nothing but a towel.

“Now,” he said, and the single word held enough command that I felt a push to do as he said. I shook my head.

“I’m not fucking you,” I snapped angrily. “My pussy? It’s off limits to you.”

“Is it? Because I’m pretty sure that is the second time it almost came from me barely touching it. You need to be fucked, and hard. I’d like nothing more than to chain those pretty legs to my bed and torture that sweet cove with my mouth, my fingers, my cock, and my tongue…for hours.”