Love's Trusting (The Love's Series)

by Jordan, Maryann

“I need to get ready for work,” she giggled as she could feel his cock press against her ass. Turning around in his arms she stared into his beautiful face, sliding her hand around his cheek. “I um…I’m not really ready-”

  “Baby, don’t worry. I can’t help waking up with a raging hard-on just lying in bed next to you. But I know you’re not ready for that. It was both a shit-kickin’ and a great weekend and we need time to just get used to each other again.”

  Smiling at his understanding, she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “You sleep a couple of more minutes and I’ll hop into the shower. Then I’ll fix breakfast while you shower.”

  “We gotta get you outta this place and get you in my apartment as soon as we can, babe.”

  “Why the hurry?”

  “Cause I’ve got a shower big enough for both of us!”

  “Somehow I don’t think we would take things very slow if we’re showering together,” she said with another giggle.

  “Humph,” he growled before a speculative gleam appeared in his eyes. “But I have a huge soaker tub also.”

  “Oh my god. Now that will get me moving as soon as possible!”

  She stiffly maneuvered out of bed and headed to the bathroom. By the time they were on their way out of the door, he almost had her convinced that moving to his apartment this next weekend was the best plan.

  Running down the stairs to the clinic below in her fresh parakeet-printed scrubs, she began setting up the office for the day’s appointments. Soon Leon and Annie came in, both looking at her speculatively.

  Annie rushed over giving her a hug. “I was so upset when Shane said you got hurt this weekend. He told me about the dogs. And about Mr. Marchelli and Mr. Charleston. I just don’t understand what’s going on.”

  Leon walked over, hugging both women in his embrace. “Group hug,” he exclaimed. Letting them go, he then looked down at Suzanne and said, “Something’s different, girl. What’s up?”

  She looked between Leon and Annie wondering what to say; years of holding tight to her privacy was too embedded to suddenly blurt out her business.

  Annie peered at her saying, “Shane mentioned that BJ was taking care of you.”

  Whirling around, Leon pounced on that tid-bit. “Big, bad BJ? Lily’s friend? Ooh, girl. You been holding out on us?”

  Blushing, Suzanne just smiled. “I told you we had a history. He came to help me and took me to the hospital Friday night. He stayed the weekend.” Seeing their raised eyebrows she quickly added, “But not that way.”

  “Are you okay?” Annie asked gently.

  “It was rough. We had…um…a lot to talk about. Or talk over. Rehash. Oh I don’t know.” The smile left her face as she struggled with what to say. “We had some things we needed to face and deal with. It was good though.” Seeing her friends’ concerned faces, she quickly added, “No, really. It was good. I had some things that needed to be talked about and honestly? Brad’s the only one who could have understood. So it was good.”

  Leaning over to kiss the top of her head, Leon said, “That’s good honey. You look better right now than I have ever seen you.”

  Annie continued to peer speculatively. “So where do things stand now? Are you two friends?”

  Her flaming face was surely giving her away, Suzanne thought. “Well, we’re kind of together. Sort of seeing each other. I guess.”

  Leon and Annie shared a glance. “Honey, that’s the most unsure proclamation of a relationship I’ve ever heard!”

  “I mean, he says we’re together. And he spent the weekend, but nothing happened. He wants me to move in with him so it’s safer. And he says that I’m his.”

  Annie smiled as she said, “Suzanne, for men like Shane and BJ, saying that we are theirs is a declaration not to be taken lightly.” Walking over to her friend, she put her hands on her shoulders. “Are you ready for that? It’s a consuming love but one that will take care of you in all ways.”

  “When I was sixteen years old, the idea of being Brad’s was all I ever wanted. I think deep down, it was still what I wanted. I just assumed I would never have it again.”

  The bell sounded over the door of the clinic and the three hustled to begin their day greeting the first client.

  * * *

  BJ was out with Gabe, working on installing a security system in a home built in one of the newer subdivisions of Richland. The multi-million dollar homes were huge by any standards but the one they were currently wiring was larger and more garish than most around. Alvarez Security technicians had already completed the initial wiring of the windows and doors and it was now up to Gabe to coordinate the system and BJ to program it.

  Since Lily, Matt’s fiancé, had joined the team as a computer programmer that worked in their offices, it allowed BJ to work in the field more, which he loved. It gave him a chance to learn more of the security business and allowed him to get to know the other team members better.

  Looking around, he asked, “Who lives in these mansions?”

  Gabe, working on the complicated system, never looked up as he replied, “Corporate CEOs, people who made a killing on Wall Street, old money, new money. Hell, you could probably throw some drug dealers in and you’d have the whole mix.”

  “Drug dealers?” BJ laughed.

  “I’m being serious. I’m not talking about the low-level guys. I’m talking about the ones at the top. The ones who rake in all the money and have all the power. They build big in some of these neighborhoods, lording over their castles.”

  “When you’re doing a job, do you know who is who?”

  “Nah. Tony’ll contract to provide a security system to anyone as long as he isn’t aware of any criminal activity. And everyone wants him because he’s the best.” Gabe thought for a moment. “Now if he finds out that someone is not what they say they are, then he has a problem. There have been times when someone has wanted an escort and he’s picky about that. But most of the society’s rich underbelly has their own hired thugs to provide their security escorts.”

  As they finished the system, they went back into the house to talk with the owner to explain how it operated. They were ushered into an opulent study, where they were met with a tall, long-legged blonde.

  “Charisse, get these gentlemen a drink,” came the order from the man sitting behind the desk.

  “Thank you, but we won’t be staying,” Gabe said, walking over to the desk. “Your system is installed and programmed. The instructions have been downloaded and sent to the private email that was provided to us. If you have any questions, you may call the Agency.” He handed the client the packet in his hands.

  The man sitting behind the desk looked down at the papers in front of him then lifted his cold eyes back to Gabe before sweeping them over to BJ. Nodding, he barked, “Charisse, see these gentlemen out.”

  They followed the leggy blonde, dressed more for clubbing than home, and noted her nervousness.

  “You okay, miss?” Gabe asked.

  BJ noticed her smile did not reach her eyes as she replied, “Yes, I’m fine thank you. I must return now. Marcel doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” She closed the door behind them and they could hear her heels clicking rapidly on the floor.

  Once outside, BJ questioned him. “You made that about as quick as you possibly could. Any reason?”

  “Just got a bad vibe. I’ll talk to Tony when we get back, but there was just something about that guy that rubbed me the wrong way. Now that I know his name, we’ll do some checking.”

  “Won’t Tony already know his name?”

  “Some of these guys never use their real names when contracting services. The legitimate ones do, but the ones who aren’t exactly making their money legally will use phony names.”

  “I’ll run checks with some new computer programs that Lily and I are developing when we are back in the office.”

  Gabe nodded appreciatively. “Thanks, man. You just might keep being useful to us after all,” he joked.

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bsp; They drove in silence for a moment before Gabe asked, “So, you done anything about Suzanne?”

  BJ was glad for Gabe’s concern but found himself protective of his new relationship. “Well, after I got her home and she was feeling better, we had a reconciliation of sorts.” He told Gabe more about the dog attack and then just touched on their deciding to see where things went.

  Gabe swore at first thinking of Suzanne in danger then said nothing, just listening as he drove. “Girl’s been sad as long as I’ve known her. If you’ve got what it takes to heal that breach and get the sparkle in those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, then I ’spect you’re the right man for her.”

  Silence filled the cab as they continued back to the office before Gabe spoke again saying, “She’s gotta get out of that apartment and neighborhood.”

  “Working on it, man. I’m working on it.”

  Gabe nodded with a grin on his face, leaving BJ wondering how he was going to convince her to move in with him.

  * * *

  By Friday, Suzanne and BJ had settled into a routine. She was upstairs in her apartment first and fixed dinner before he came home. After they ate, they watched TV piled on the sofa together before snuggling in bed. No sex. Just snuggling.

  He checked her injured ribs each night, glad to see the bruises fade. Each day she seemed stronger, in less pain. And harder to resist. At night, he pulled her into his arms careful to not hurt her but holding her all night.

  Saturday morning, the sun was brightly shining through the blinds when Suzanne opened her eyes. The now familiar feel of BJ’s heavy arm wrapped around her middle felt comforting. Can I do this? Can I open myself back up to the possibility that he and I can once again be a couple? What if he expects too much? I’m sure he hasn’t been a monk for the past four years. What if I can’t…

  “Whatever you’re thinking, shut it down right now,” came the gentle order against her neck.

  “Well, good morning to you too,” she said testily. “And how do you know what I was thinking?”

  “Babe, we may have been apart for a long time, but I can still tell when your brain has gone into overdrive. You’re getting ready to think of all the reasons we shouldn’t be together. But right now, I think we’ve got nothing but good ahead of us.”

  Before she could think of a retort to that, she felt him press tighter into her. One of his hands slid around her breast while the other pulled her tighter to his crotch. Feeling his cock pressed into her while his fingers expertly rolled her nipple, she couldn’t hold in the moan that escaped as she threw her head back. The shock from her nipple went immediately to her core and she began to push back, grinding her ass into his crotch.

  “Baby,” he growled. “Are you ready to take this to the next step? I don’t wanna wait, but if you need more time, I’ll give it to you.”

  “All I need is you,” she moaned again, continuing to wiggle against him.

  “Thank fuck,” he barked as he slid a hand down her panties, immediately finding her wet as he rubbed her clit before plunging his fingers inside.

  Turning her toward him, he captured her mouth in a hard, wet kiss. His tongue vying for dominance, tangled with hers and as his fingers mimicked the action deep inside of her pussy. “Goddamn, you’re tight,” he growled again, this time knowing his dick was ready to explode if he did not hurry.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, blushing at her inexperience. “It’s been a long time.”

  He wanted to ask how long it had been, but knew that conversation needed to be tabled for another time. And right now…he didn’t want to know.

  He pulled his fingers out just long enough to slide her panties down her legs. She quickly kicked them off, wanting him to continue the blissful torture. His fingers found their way back to the prize. Moving them around her slick folds, he once again plunged deep while the other hand massaged her breast as he tugged her nipple. Determined to bring her pleasure first, he crooked his finger watching the expressions across her face.

  Her orgasm ripped through her, sending her flying apart as the contractions grabbed at his fingers. As she came down he rolled over on top of her.

  She slid her hand back between their bodies, finding his cock straining his boxers. Fumbling for a moment, she managed to wrap her hands around him noting that he was much more man than she had remembered. Working her hand up and down his shaft, she fingered the tip spreading out the pre-cum.

  “You gotta stop girl, if you don’t want this ending before it gets started,” he warned. As he quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head. Straddling her, he stilled his hands, perusing her naked form. Perfection. Pure perfection. Just like he remembered. Only better.

  Her breasts were fuller, rosy tipped nipples beckoning his mouth. Her hips were curvier but still showcased the tiny waist. Long, black hair spread over the pillow. And those eyes. Irish blue eyes. A blush was appearing on her chest and rose upwards across her face. She began to move her hands to cover her breasts when he stopped her with a command.

  “Don’t move. Don’t ever cover yourself.”

  Leaning down he captured one nipple in his mouth, pulling it deeply as he sucked. His hand palmed the other breast before his mouth moved to give it equal attention.

  The electricity jolted from her nipples to her pussy once again as she felt the warmth spread in her womb. An ache appeared and she began the age-old dance, undulating her hips upwards seeking…

  He leaned over and grabbed his jeans lying on the end of the bed. Shoving his hand in his pocket, he grabbed a condom, quickly rolling it on his straining dick.

  She watched him, wariness appearing in her eyes for just a second before the sensations of him teasing her clit with the tip of his dick took over. His huge muscular frame towered over her and his gaze was intense. She ran her hands over his rock-hard abs for a moment before sliding them up over his arms, shoulders, and down his back, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath her fingertips.

  He looked down at their connection, hesitating for an instant. God, what would I give to go in bareback? As tight as she was, he knew it had truly been a long time since she’d had sex. And while he hadn’t been with anyone since seeing her at the wedding, he hadn’t been a monk during the past four years. And that was a conversation he did not want to have now.

  He hesitated after just barely pushing in a little bit, saying, “Suzy? We do this, you know what it means?”

  Her wide eyes just stared back in question, her perfect teeth biting her lip.

  “This is no fuck. This is real. This is us. This is you and me joining together in every sense of the word. Do you understand what I am saying?”

  His answer came in the form of a smile. A light-up-your-life-forever kind of smile.

  Without pushing in further he leaned over her body putting his weight on his hands in the bed beside her, touching his lips to her. “Gotta hear you say it, babe.”

  “I’m with you Brad. I’ve always been yours,” came the whispered answer.

  Plunging his tongue in her mouth, he plunged his dick deep into her pussy.

  Gasping at the fullness of him, she reveled in the sensations. Her inner walls grabbed as he moved slowly in and out. “More,” she said as her arms tried to greedily pull him closer. “Harder.” She thought she had been satisfied a few minutes earlier, but with this fullness she was climbing higher and higher.

  He chuckled as he continued his slow movements although it took every ounce of self-control not to pound blindly into her. Savoring every sensation, he could not remember when sex had felt so right. Yeah, I can remember. It was over four years ago. “We got a lifetime for harder and more, baby. Now we’re gonna do slow.”

  He grabbed her hands in each of his, pulling them over her head. Leaning down he captured her lips once again, this time the kiss was even deeper. Wetter. Longer.

  Lost in the moment, she could tell she was almost there and bent her knees up, giving him fuller access. When he trailed his kisses from her lips to her neck
and down to latch onto a nipple, she flew apart. Her fingers, laced with his, tightened as she arched her back.

  All of the nights she had lain awake, remembering the feel of him, a touch, the kisses…those memories were nothing compared to the reality of having him buried deep inside of her again.

  Just then, BJ threw his head back, roaring her name as he powered through his orgasm. Collapsing on top of her, he quickly rolled to the side taking her with him. Arms wrapped, legs tangled, and bodies pressed tightly together.

  As their breathing slowed she kept her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Is this real? How can this be real?

  “It’s real, baby,” came his reply.

  “Oh…did I say that out loud?” she asked, a new blush spreading across her cheeks.

  Using his finger to tip her chin up so he could look into her eyes, he smiled saying, “Yeah. You did say that out loud. And yeah, it’s real.” Staring into the beautiful face that had haunted him for years, he had to admit that he couldn’t believe it himself. “Babe?”

  “Hmm?” she responded lazily.

  “Do you remember what I said?”

  She lifted her eyes back to his, uncertainty showing in their depths. “I…I’m not sure.”

  “I said that this was us joining in every sense of the word. You gotta know, this is real. This was no fuck for old times sake.”

  She pushed against his chest, anger now replacing confusion. “I would never do that, Brad.”

  He pulled her back into him so that they were once again pressed together, chest to chest. “I know that, baby. But I need you to know…I mean really know…deep down inside…that this is us. You and me. A couple.”

  A look flickered in her eyes replacing the irritation. As he stared at her, his hand cupping her jaw, a single tear slid down her cheek. Her lips pulled in, he saw her chin quivering as she fought to hold back the tears.

  “Baby,” he whispered.

  That was all it took. That simple endearment. She closed her eyes as a few more tears escaped.

  “Don’t cry.”

  His gentle order wrapped around her heart. “I used to wonder…” she said.