Out of the Storm(29)

"Maybe."

"I'm sorry, Theo."

"Me too. I don't want to be anything like him."

"Trust me. He's nothing compared to you." I bring my lips to his and give him a tender kiss, then tap his glasses. "These nearly make me orgasm all by themselves."

He chuckles. "What is it with women and men in glasses?"

"It's not just men in glasses. It's sexy men in glasses. It's you in glasses. These glasses."

I want to tell him to make love to me, but this isn't love. Is it? This is lust. We've not known each other long enough to have anything remotely close to love. And I thought that's what Charlie and I had, but it wasn't. So, I'm not sure I even know what it feels like. All I know is whatever I'm feeling with Theo is new, something I've never experienced, and I don't want it to stop. "You win." 

"What?"

"You win. Do whatever you want to me, just do something. Fast. We have to have a business meeting still."

"You're a hell of a prize," he says as he climbs over me, spreading my legs and bending my knees. He catches a glimpse of my shoes and grins. He puts a couple of fingers in my mouth. "Suck, swirl. Do whatever you want."

My lips curve in a smile as I trace his fingers with my tongue until he pulls them out and lets them dance over my clit, then dips them inside me.

"What do you want from me, Jules?"

"But you won. You do whatever you want."

He shakes his head. "We both won. What do you want?"

"I just want you, Theo."

His chest rises and falls heavily. Withdrawing his fingers, he slips his cock inside, and I squeeze my muscles while moving my hips up and down, trying to get more of him. He places his hands on either side of me and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue in circles. He squeezes the other side.

Our bodies are moving together perfectly. Wrapping my legs around him, I take the view in. His eyes lock with mine, and I thread my fingers in his hair as he lets one of his hands wander down between my legs and massages my clit. With each flick, each motion, I feel my body building, climbing, the pressure becoming so much I almost can't take it. My moans become pants, which then turn into grunts, then screams as he takes me over the cliff, release exploding within. I try to form a word. My mind is thinking fuck, fuck, fuck. But the only thing my body is able to do is bite my bottom lip and make the F sound between breaths as my body squirms and wiggles beneath him.

He smirks as he kisses me. Placing his hands on the backs of my thighs, he lifts my legs higher around his waist. He squeezes me. It's obvious he's trying to keep his eyes open, but they're so hooded they're almost closed, like he's drunk. Drunk on me. He lets out a growl as he slows to short pumping in me, and I want all of him, so I swirl my hips around him. "Fuck." He sighs before collapsing on top me. "I definitely feel like I won."

I shake my head. "No, I won."

He chuckles. "Are you hungry?"

I nod. "Yeah, I am. But I need to talk to you about something serious. And since we seem to be most honest with each other when we're like this … " I glance down at our connection. "I want to do it now."

"You're going to ruin our moment, aren't you?"

I nod again. "Probably so."





We're still connected, and I wish I could freeze time, make all this shitty stuff disappear and it just be the two of us.

I stare into her eyes, hoping what she's about to say isn't going to change everything. Yeah, it may ruin the moment, but I can live with that if it proves she trusts me, if it means we can have more times like this. If it's some shit that just leaves me with more questions than answers, that's a totally different scenario. It's one I'm not prepared to face. Kissing her one last time, I caress her cheek. "I'm listening."

She nods. "You're going to help me, right?"

"Jules, you shouldn't even have to ask that at this point."

"You said some things in your kitchen that I need to confirm were just part of the game. I'm not playing right now, and I need to trust you're not too."

Trust. I fucking love it when she opens up to me. And this is why I knew having her come here was the best possible way of doing this. For some reason when we're here, it's like everything melts away, all the barriers, the obstacles, the walls, the games … they dissipate. "There was one thing I said in the kitchen that is most definitely true."



       
         
       
        

Her eyes bulge. "Which part?"

"If I find out you're lying to me, if any of what you've said to me in my house is untrue-especially your feelings toward me-we're done, and I'm out."

She swallows. "I'm not lying."

"Just omitting details when it's convenient for you."

She shakes her head. "No. I'm about to tell you everything, but I needed to know I could trust you too. And honestly, I'm about to give you everything-way more than you've given me to prove just how much I trust you with all of this-with my life, Theo."

"Really? I'm all ears."

"Last night in the elevator … " Fuck. She's really going to tell me. My dick immediately starts to harden because nothing is a bigger turn on than hearing that she didn't think she could tell me something, but she knows I'm not going to let anything happen to her-that she can tell me anything. "I was approached by a guy named Jakobe Martin."

Well, that's a cock blocker. I don't want to think of her in an elevator with anyone other than me. "And … "

"I was so scared, Theo. I thought you were listening to it all, that you'd come help me. But then again, he stopped the elevator so you wouldn't have been able to get to me."

Pulling out of her, I fall onto the bed next to her. "Did he? Did he … " I think I'm going to throw up. "Was he Charlie's guy?" Nothing like thinking you can protect her, and then it all turning to shit. My jaw ticks, and my pulse starts to beat so loudly I can hear it in my ear. I'm going to kill the motherfucker.

"No." She shakes her head, but then nods.

"Which is it, Jules? Tell me."

"No. I mean, he just tried to kiss me."

I sigh as every muscle in my body tightens. Swallowing, I close my lids, but picturing her kissing someone else screws with my brain, so I open them back up.

"But Theo … "

"Yeah?"

"He's FBI."

Fucker. Son of a bitch.

"He offered me a deal if I worked with him on the condition I didn't tell anyone."

Rolling onto my side, I prop myself up on my elbow. "A deal, as in they think you're guilty?"

She nods, a tear slipping down her cheek.

I brush it with my free hand. "Tell me you didn't give him an answer."

"I didn't. I thought you heard the whole conversation, but when I got back to my apartment and saw you were disconnected, my mind went to the worst places possible. I thought maybe you heard him say he wanted me, heard him kiss me, that maybe you had hung up." 

"He said he wanted you and he tried to kiss you?"

"He meant he wanted me on his side."

"I don't give a flying fuck what you think it meant."

"Last night when you were being weird with me, when I realized you hadn't heard any of it, I contemplated taking the deal. I've not been sure if I should tell you."

Shaking my head, I roll my eyes. "I'm sorry. I thought you hung up on me. I went to try to find you." Realization washes over me like a crashing wave. "Wait. What did the son of a bitch look like?"

She furrows her brows. "Why?"

"I passed a guy going down the stairwell. Surely it wasn't him. What would be the chances?"

Jules laughs, and it sounds so good, so infectious, I can't help but smile for what feels like the first time in ages. It's like a weight has been lifted. I just gaze at how the lines of her forehead iron themselves out, how her eyes light up, and just marvel in how gorgeous she is when she's carefree. Okay, so she's maybe not feeling carefree, but I can't help but stare at her with my own smile until she stops. "You do realize the current situation we're in is ridiculously insane, and at this point, I am convinced statistics are not on my side."

"This is true."

"He had black hair, blue eyes. He was in a button-up shirt that had the sleeves partially rolled up, and a tie. He was attractive. Looked a lot like your friend, Marco."

That was the guy. I want to kill him even more than I did a second ago. "Damn, I was so close to you, Jules. I shouldn't have left. I didn't know what floor you lived on to try to go to your place. I didn't know if Charlie would be there. It just seemed like there was no good solution. But I damn near lost my mind worrying about you even though I was pissed, and if I'm honest, hurt, thinking you'd dropped my call."

She kisses me. "I don't know what to do about this Jake guy."

"Don't do anything for now. Let's see if we can figure out what the hell is going on, distance you from it somehow."

"We're not FBI. Who are we kidding?"

Strumming my finger down her breastbone, when I get to her waist, I pull her close to me. "We have to. You taking a deal, unless it's immunity, isn't the answer."