Seal'd to Her: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Piper Sullivan

  “Come for me Jaya. Please, baby.” I pumped harder, deeper, faster as her pussy clamped around me, pulsing. She was so close. I pulled a plump nipple in and sucked hard, finally sending her over the edge.

  “Oh! Yes, Colt! Yes!” My name on her tongue, this time as she flew apart, squeezing and coating my fingers. Making my cock jealous.

  “I would love nothing more than to slide my cock deep inside that wet pussy Jaya,” I told her, nibbling her ear while my fingers continued to massage her folds and rub slow circles around her clit.

  She said nothing for a long time, head tossed back, eyes closed with a faint pink stain on her cheeks. Then an eternity passed before she let out a whispered, “Yes.”

  Fuck, that was the only word I needed to hear from her. I laid her on the bed and pull the red panties down her legs, pushing her thighs open so she was bared wide open to me.

  “So pretty and pink,” I told her, tracing a finger over her swollen pussy before slipping a finger inside. I dropped to my knees because I couldn’t resist a quick taste of her, swiping my tongue from her opening to her clit.

  “Colt!” Her fingers dug into my scalp as her hips moved against me, fucking my mouth in search of her own pleasure. “God, yes,” she moaned when I nibbled her clit and sucked it hard. “Fuck me!”

  Music to my ears. “Are you sure Jaya? There are two matchmaking mamas downstairs.”

  She groaned and covered her face with an arm. “You’re right.” Disappointment rose in me when she pushed at my chest and I helped her up. Watching that round ass walk away made me lick my lips. Then she turned.

  “They’ll hear the bed, but I think the counter in the bathroom is safe.”

  “I like the way you think, babe.” Charging at her like a horny bull with a hard on, I gripped her waist and sat her on the counter, kissing her mouth, her neck and those succulent tits. “Just hang on with this arm,” I told her as I lined our bodies up and slowly sank deep into her pussy, so slick and hot, I couldn’t stifle a groan. “Fuck, Jaya.”

  “Colt,” she moaned, gripping the back of my neck and bringing me down for a kiss that shot straight to my cock. My hips worked like a machine, keeping up a fast pace, sliding in deep long strokes that had her moaning and moving her hips in rhythm with mine. “Colt, yes.”

  “Fuck it,” I told her as I palmed her ass and lifted her off the counter, pressing her back against the cool wall so I could thrust deeper and harder. “You feel so good. So goddamn tight.” At my words she squeezed around me, licking my neck and biting me. “I need you to come for me.” I couldn’t hold out much longer. She already pulsed around me in tiny little vibrations that had my balls drawing up tight. “Jaya?”

  She laughed and kissed me again, so hot and hungry I knew it wouldn’t be long for either of us. “Same time Colt. You know what I like.”

  Fuck yeah I did, and I gripped her harder, spreading her apart and thrust so hard, so deep there was no way I didn’t lose a piece of myself in her. And when her pussy gripped me, milked me and her sweet cries sounded in my ears, I knew I wouldn’t stop until Jaya was mine again. Her name was a growl on my lips as she shook in my arms.

  “God Jaya, I’d rather stay here.”

  Her laugh echoed in the bathroom, the vibrations shot through us both, causing her to tighten around me and my cock to jerk back to life.

  “Me too, but we’ve already given them too much to talk about, don’t you think?” We couldn’t get out of brunch now no matter what, so I set her on the counter but blocked her path. “What are you doing? We have to get down there.”

  “Jaya.”

  “Colt,” she responded, biting back a smile.

  “Friday night. You in a dress. I’ll pick you up, show you a good time and maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll put out.”

  “A date?” She could barely get the word out.

  I nodded and pushed my hips forward, drawing a sexy whimper from her. “A date.”

  She wanted to say yes, and I knew we were very close to one. I saw the flicker in her green eyes, that moment she gave in and nodded. “If I say yes will you help me get dressed?”

  “I’ll help you either way Jaya. Always.”

  We both needed to clean up anyway because I refused to have lunch with Ma smelling like sex. Even if it was sex with Jaya. “Tits that gorgeous should never be covered up though.”

  Her eyes softened and she reached up to caress my jaw. “Yes Colt, it’s a date.”

  I grinned and kissed her until we were breathless and my knees damn near gave out before breaking the kiss and helping her get clean and dressed.

  It was just a first date but to me it was progress.

  ***

  “What smells so good?” I asked as we strolled into the kitchen that smelled like six types of heaven. Bacon was at least four types on its own.

  “Brunch,” Ma added with a hint of amusement. “I know you two were gone a long time, but it’s still brunch time.”

  Sarah failed at stifling a laugh over by the coffee pot, but at least she tried to make it less awkward. “I love these appliances, so colorful! But Jaya sweetie couldn’t you have chosen one color?”

  I didn’t even try to stop the laughter because the look Jaya sent me was so priceless. “Yeah well if you or mister interior designer over here want to buy me appliances you can choose your color.” She eased into a seat that left her arm out of the way of moving targets. “This looks amazing ladies, but what’s the occasion?”

  Sarah smiled at her daughter so full of love. “Housewarming breakfast sweetie. We figured you wouldn’t want to cook, but it looks like you two have it covered.” Her smirk said it all, she thought we were back together.

  “I have to eat, don’t I?”

  “Of course,” Ma and Sarah answered at once.

  “Let’s eat then, shall we?” I took the seat beside Jaya, regaling our mothers with stories of our shopping trips while they laughed and smiled and pretended not to pay attention to how quiet and withdrawn Jaya had gotten. “She tapped out yesterday before we got to things that would make this place homey.”

  “Oh honey I can grab a few things. Some blankets and throw pillows, maybe a few paintings to hang on the wall.” Sharon beamed at the idea and I knew she was as happy as me to have Jaya home again.

  “Sure Mom, just don’t go crazy. No flowers and no yellow. I don’t want bright colors, stick to the theme of the house.” Her tense shoulders relaxed and her expression softened. “Thank you.”

  Everyone relaxed and I slung an arm around the back of her chair and smiled. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  “You have no idea,” she groaned and stole a slice of bacon from my plate. “This is great bacon Mrs. Sharpe.”

  Sharon frowned. “And just how do you know its not my bacon?”

  “Because she always makes it perfectly crisp. No burnt edges and no soggy middle. No offense Mom.”

  Sharon rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, leaning back. Her and Ma shared a look I couldn’t decipher but the sliver of unease that slid down my back told me they were about to do some serious damage to the progress I’d made with Jaya upstairs.

  “So,” Sharon began and let a long pause settle between us.

  “What Sharon is saying is, you two were asleep. Together.”

  “Nothing gets past you Ma.” If they thought they could bully us the way they did when we were younger, they were sorely mistaken. “We went shopping, had some food and fell asleep on the sofa. That’s all you get. Both of you.”

  “You’re no fun Colt. I raised you better than that.”

  “Apparently not,” I told her and gave her my most charming smile. “Now is that quiche I smell in the oven?”

  Both women jumped up and began shuffling around the kitchen putting more things onto plates and pulling several dishes from the oven. Jaya put a hand on my thigh and grinned.

  “Thank you,” she mouthed with a smile that made me want to lean over and kiss her again and again. An
d again.

  “Anytime Jay-Jay. Anytime.”

  Jaya

  Physical Therapy is almost more painful than getting shot. At least the bullets came quickly and then it was over. Therapy is an ongoing torture that feels like it will never end. I always wore a t-shirt and yoga pants because the one thing I could count on aside from blinding pain, was that I would sweat through my clothes. Today, unfortunately was no different.

  Until my phone began to buzz on the table beside me. Normally I ignored it but I fatigue and a sixth sense had me answering before the second ring. “Yeah?”

  “Jaya we have an extraction in thirty-six hours. I need you back here right away.” Colt’s voice was short and to the point.

  “Got it Boss. Leaving now,” I told him and disconnected the call, turning to my therapist who looked especially annoyed even though I was the one sweating profusely and in pain. “Sorry but I have to get back to work.” I knew she wanted to argue with me because she was a cute little aerobics type chick, so I held up my hands to stop her. “I’m not trying to get out of this excruciating torture. I’ll come in tomorrow and finish my time, alright?”

  “Fine.”

  I was already off the table, stripping out of my sweat soaked t-shirt right there in the open gym section of the office and pulling on a red scoop neck sweater. It was still damn hard to do this crap with one good arm but I managed to do it in less than five minutes and hop in a cab. I rushed into the building, swiping ID cards, not stopping until I nearly smacked into Colt in the logistics room.

  “What’s up?”

  “Jaya,” he grinned but quickly schooled his expression and gave me a quick rundown. “A team of six is heading to Turkey to extract a family of four. All civilians.”

  With a short nod, I dropped into the chair in front of the bank of computers and got to work, gathering all the things I would need to pass on to the team. “Who the hell vacations in the middle of political unrest?” I hadn’t meant to say it aloud but I’d been watching events unfold there all week. I mean, really?

  “Ever been to the Turkish Riviera?”

  I choked out a laugh. “Nah, last time I planned it my jet was in the shop and the thought of taking the yacht was so last season.”

  He laughed behind me as I pulled up the transport details to ensure the guys could get in, grab the family and get out safely. I sent a list of supplies for the jet to the off-site supply center. Flight info went out to the team who would likely be returning to here to sleep in the bunker in just a few hours. So much needed to be done in such a short period of time for a trip that would last less than three days.

  I didn’t have time to be scared or worried, which I thought I might be before the planning started. Sure, I’d been shot, face down murder suspects, traffickers and a lot more. But I knew Colt’s guys. They were tough but they were also like overgrown kids. I couldn’t be the reason they didn’t all make it home. Going systematically down my checklist, ticking off each item and shouting questions to Colt when they came to me, I finally felt like it would all be okay. This work was damn exhausting.

  Finally, I stood and stretched, noticing the time on the wall indicated it was after nine o’clock. Thank goodness. The busy day kept me from thinking thoughts that had been plaguing me since brunch on Sunday. Most of them started and ended with the tall blue-eyed man I had a quickie with in my master bathroom while our mothers made breakfast. I didn’t know how I felt about anything. Not about having sex with Colt. Not about having him back in my life. Not about working for him.

  I’d slept with the one man I vowed never to sleep with again. And worst of all, I liked it. Not just liked it, but psychotically loved it and could not stop dreaming about it. Fantasizing about all the things I’d like to do with him now. All the things I’d like to try.

  My favorite distraction was waking up in his arms and that just wouldn’t do. Not. At. All. I could admit that the new, sexy grown up version of Colt held a certain appeal. Confident and sexy, the man could light me on fire with just a look. But my mind, my heart wouldn’t let me forget how easily he’d abandoned me. Abandoned us. He’d left and never looked back which meant that he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.

  Which meant I needed to tread carefully. Keep my feelings locked up in the impenetrable fortress my heart had become.

  “All done?”

  His deep voice, warm and close to me, startled a gasp out of me and I turned to face him.

  “Yep. Just lost in thought.” About you.

  “Go home. Be here ninety minutes before takeoff tomorrow. Take the rest of the day off until then because it’ll be a long night.” Colt pulled me up by my good arm, handling me delicately which was an odd sensation. No one had treated me so preciously…since Colt.

  “How was therapy?”

  “Cut short, so thanks for that. But it still is a bitch, every damn time. Some days I wonder if this is as good as it’ll ever be.” He stayed with me while I packed up my bag and walked me out to the front door. “You don’t have to walk me out every night, you know.”

  “I know,” he smiled, hands rubbing up and down my arms to fight the chill. “But I want to. In fact, I’ll give you a ride home.”

  This right here was exactly why I had to keep my heart locked up tight. “Are you leaving now Colt?” He smiled and I had to shake my head at him. “I’ll be fine. See you tomorrow.”

  He hailed a cab and stepped closer, hands on my hips and sliding into my back pockets to pull me close. His mouth slanted over mine, kissing me deep and sensually until my body vibrated with an arousal neither of us had time to satisfy. Finally, I pulled back, trembling and looking up into deep blue eyes that smiled back.

  “Goodnight Jaya.”

  “’Night Colt.” I stepped in the cab but he stopped me.

  “Dream of me,” he whispered in my ear and closed the door.

  Like I would be able to do anything else.

  ***

  “It’s been awhile but I don’t think you’re supposed to eat that much on a date,” Colt joked, blue eyes wide and full mouth curved in amusement.

  I shrugged and gave my belly a small pat. “Maybe not, but that was the best damn lobster ravioli I’ve ever had.” Moist and flavorful with a butternut squash cream that I would be dreaming about for weeks to come. The fancy Italian restaurant with intimate seating, romantic lighting and music had been an inspired choice. We’d never gotten the chance or had the funds to do this before. It was perfect, dammit. “If my appetite is a turnoff then we can just part ways now,” I told him knowing damn well he more than liked it. His dark gaze never left my mouth as I ate and licked my lips. I caught him shifting in his seat at the sounds I made.

  “Are you kidding? Any woman that enjoys her food the way you do, tends to enjoy many things with as much passion.”

  Damn the way he pitched his voice all low and sexy was even better than the ravioli. “Is that so?”

  “Sure is,” he said at the same moment the waiter approached our table with a bucket of ice and a bottle of very expensive champagne.

  “What’s all this?” I knew Colt had made a ridiculous amount of money with his security business but this was the first time, aside from Sharpe Focus I had witnessed it.

  “This is to celebrate a job well done this week. I know it wore you out, but you made sure the guys and the cargo made it back to U.S. soil safe and sound.”

  Colt excelled at breaking down my defenses, smashing through the walls I’d erected—and fortified—to keep him from getting too close. I felt myself softening towards him and that just wouldn’t do. But this was a date so I smiled.

  “Thank you. For your support and for the job.” I enjoyed a few sips of the bubbly stuff, but I knew I couldn’t have too much because soon I’d have no choice but to take another painkiller.

  “My pleasure Jaya.” Colt only drank one glass, offering the remainder to a young couple who’d probably saved for this meal before paying the bill and escorting me out into
the chilly night. “You up for walking?”

  “Sure.” He took my hand in his and linked our fingers together as we walked a few blocks in companionable silence, enjoying what might end up being the last remnants of summer. The weather had grown cooler, but the nights were still more enjoyable than not. “Where are we going?” Music sounded all around us, bars and nightclubs and lounges lined this area of the city.

  “Someplace I can hold you close for a few hours and listen to good music.” The lazy grin he wore was my absolute favorite and in the years we were apart, it had been that one that haunted me.

  “Sounds good to me,” I told him and soon he pulled me into a small, dark lounge where sultry jazz music rang out thanks to a live band and singer. Colt didn’t grab a table, just hauled me to the dance floor and did exactly as he promised, held me close while the sexy alto sang about broken hearts, reclaimed love and long nights of pleasure.

  My head rested on his shoulder and I let my eyes close as the singer’s words washed over me, making me feel and think about things I’d tried to keep buried. Deep. Like the last time Colt held me like this on a dance floor. The winter formal. We’d both gotten dressed up in ill-fitting formal clothes for the most romantic night of my life. It had also been the beginning of the end for us only I hadn’t known it at the time. Just six weeks later he announced he was leaving college for the Navy and a few weeks later my changed forever.

  I let out a sigh as all those memories converged in a sick flash of images, of torture and pain. After all of that, I never thought we’d be here again, never let myself even dream it because I’d been so convinced it was impossible. So convinced that I couldn’t forgive him, only now I wasn’t sure. Because here I am with Colt again. In his arms.

  Falling.

  Again.

  He pulled back at my sigh, tilting my chin up to look in my eyes and frowned. “What’s wrong? Are you in pain?”