Seconds after he’d demanded Danni leave, Sandra stepped into his room and all hell had broken loose.
Jonah would never forget Sandra’s rage, Danni’s desperation, and his father’s unrelenting fists as he flew into the room and attacked his son without question.
Of course, Sandra had accused Jonah of attempting to rape her seventeen-year-old daughter. And Kenneth’s need to please his beautiful wife overrode the love he had for his only son.
Jonah could still hear the sound of Danni’s cries as he staggered from the room with only a small bag of clothes in his possession. He’d fired up his bike and left without looking back.
Chapter Three
Danni strode down the hall of Jonah’s hotel and stopped in front of his room. She lifted her hand to knock, before letting it fall away. What the hell was she thinking? She should stay away from Jonah Martin and forget that he ever existed.
The door suddenly opened to reveal a disheveled-looking Jonah. His hair stood on end and he wore nothing but a pair of low riding jeans. “Danni?”
“I-I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I—”
“You didn’t.” He lifted a small tan bucket. “I was just going to get some ice.”
They stared at each other for several heartbeats before Jonah backed up, pulling the door open wider. “Come in.”
“I really shouldn’t. I’m not even sure why I came here.”
Something flickered in his eyes and his jaw tightened briefly. “You look good, Danni.”
Danni’s heartbeat quickened. “So do you.”
He cleared his throat and waved his free arm out to his side. “Are you going to stand out in the hall all day?”
“Of course not.” She stepped inside, her nerves jumping at the sound of the door closing behind her.
Jonah set the bucket down on a dresser. “How was your graduation ceremony?”
Danni couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. “I didn’t make the ceremony.”
“Because of me?”
She didn’t miss the despondency in his tone.
“It’s not important. I graduated, that’s all that matters. I just came to tell you that I’m leaving for Paris in a week.”
Something flickered in his eyes. “For how long?”
“Three years. I’ve been planning this for a long time. If you’d bothered to call, I would have told you.”
He was suddenly there, standing so close, she could feel the heat from his body. Her own body reacted to his closeness; tensing, warming…tingling.
His finger touched her beneath her chin, and he lifted. “Look at me.”
She didn’t want to. If she looked into his gorgeous green eyes, she would be lost. God help her, but she raised her gaze.
Emotions slammed into her with the desire she saw staring back at her. “Jonah…”
He cupped her face in his warm, callused hands. “You shouldn’t have come here.”
Danni knew that. She should have listened to her head and driven away the second she’d pulled into that parking lot. But her heart had ached to see him one last time. It ached still, standing in his presence.
She watched in anticipation as his sexy mouth slowly descended toward hers. “Damn you, Danni. You shouldn’t have come here.”
The feel of his lips, closing over her own nearly dropped Danni to her knees. She had dreamed of him kissing her, wondered what it would be like to be in his arms, every night since she’d been a teenager. And he didn’t disappoint. It was far better than any imagining could have ever been.
A moan slipped from him, or was it her? She wasn’t sure. All that mattered in that moment was the feel of his tongue slipping inside her mouth and the intoxicating scent of Jonah Martin.
He tugged her face more tightly against his, devouring her with his lips as he walked her steadily backward.
The back of her legs came up against an unforgiving surface, leaving her with little doubt he’d guided her to the bed.
Danni’s heart slammed against her ribs. She knew she should stop this madness before she did something they’d both regret.
Theo’s face floated behind her closed lids, ripping a moan of regret from her. Turning her head to the side, she broke off the kiss and attempted to step away. “I can’t.”
Jonah immediately released her, his breathing loud and uneven in the otherwise quiet room. “Why did you come?”
Unable to face him, Danni kept her gaze averted and stumbled toward the door. “It was a mistake, Jonah. You shouldn’t have come back here.”
He was instantly in her face, standing between her and the exit. “Don’t you think I know that?”
“Then why?” she cried, lifting her gaze to meet his. “Why now…after all this time?”
Jonah reached up and gripped her shoulders. “I don’t fucking know why I’m here! I can only tell you that I’ve spent the last six years of my life, running from you. Telling myself that you were just some teenage infatuation that I would eventually get over. Yet, here I am, back in this godforsaken town, staring into the eyes of every wet dream I’ve ever had.”
Danni swallowed around a throat gone dry. “You were infatuated with me?”
“Were?” he snarled, sliding his hand down her arm to grip her hand. He yanked it forward and pressed it against his erection. “What do you think?”
Danni’s pussy clenched as her palm made contact with his rock-hard cock. She closed her fingers around his great length, amazed that she could feel it throbbing behind the denim of his jeans.
She wanted him; wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. Her pussy slickened with need and a wave of heat traveled through her body like fire.
He pressed her palm more tightly against him. “Do you feel what you do to me? If you’re going to leave, you better do it now. Because if you don’t, I will take you hard and fast, in every position that I’ve fantasized about for the past six years.”
Danni couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. She simply stood there, holding his erect shaft in her hand for what seemed an eternity. “I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Leave,” she whispered in finality.
Jonah’s mouth slanted across hers once more. He kissed her hard enough their teeth clicked together. His hands were suddenly at the hem of her shirt. He disengaged his lips long enough to yank the T-shirt over her head before devouring her mouth once again.
He spun her around, backing her toward the wall as he reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, never breaking the suction he now had on her tongue.
Danni was on fire. She stepped out of her skirt and grabbed for the button on his jeans, all the while kissing him with a hunger she’d kept bottled up for nearly a decade.
His mouth was soft yet unyielding. It demanded, took, and owned.
She managed to free his button and zipper, her frantic fingers nearly clawing him in her haste to remove his jeans.
Danni gave up her fight with Jonah’s jeans, reaching around to unhook her bra while he yanked the offending jeans down his thighs. Her panties came next. She couldn’t seem to undress fast enough.
A gasp escaped as Jonah suddenly gripped her thighs, jerked her off her feet, and impaled her on his cock.
“Fuck!” he growled, thrusting into her hard enough, her back rode up the wall.
Danni went wild. Her arms came around his neck and she locked her feet firmly against his ass. She could only hold onto him as he drove into her again and again, creating a desperation inside her that felt rabid.
She kissed him everywhere her lips could reach; his face, his neck…and those amazingly sexy lips.
Jonah snarled something she couldn’t understand. He released one of her legs, gripped her by the hair and tugged her head back.
His mouth immediately closed over her lips in a kiss that bordered on punishing; all the while, his hips continued to pump, driving his cock steadily forward.
Danni couldn’t form a coherent thought, but she coul
d feel; and she felt more God damned alive than she’d ever felt in her life.
She ground against him with every upward thrust he made, chasing the illusive orgasm that had been teasing her since he’d first backed her against that wall.
He must have read her thoughts. He released his hold on her hair, gripped her ass in both hands and spun her toward the bed.
A few steps later, she found herself on her back, her knees bent up high, and Jonah rolling his hips in a slow, torturous grind that gave her the release her body frantically sought.
“Come for me,” he demanded, burying himself balls deep inside her.
Danni’s entire body seized. She lost all control of her muscles, her thoughts. Waves of unimaginable pleasure cascaded through her limbs to explode inside her abdomen. She couldn’t seem to exhale. Her lips parted in a reoccurring gasp that grew stronger with every contraction that raced through her womb.
Jonah stayed with her, his hips steadily moving until the last of her orgasm began to subside.
He abruptly pulled back, slid down the length of her body, and closed his mouth over her pussy.
Danni’s hips jerked in reaction to the feel of Jonah’s tongue swirling around her now swollen clit. He licked along the sides, coming close but never putting pressure directly on the oversensitive nub of flesh. And, God, did it feel incredible.
Chapter Four
Jonah had spent years imagining what Danni would taste like. But nothing in his wildest imaginings could have compared to the sweet, intoxicating flavor he tasted now.
The moans slipping past her lips, the way her hips tilted beneath him to give him better access, and the soft, gentle way her fingers caressed the back of his head all melded together to threaten his composure.
He wanted to pleasure her forever; to remain between her shapely legs, bringing her satisfaction until she cried out in bliss. He wanted her surrender. He wanted her heart…
“Jonah,” she moaned, tightening her hold on his head. “Please…”
She was close to orgasm, he could feel it in the tightening of her muscles, the choppy sounds of her breathing.
He brought a hand up and slipped two fingers inside her hot, wet pussy, captured her swollen clit between his lips and sucked.
Danni’s hips bucked, and a cry wrenched from her lips, full of desperation and ecstasy.
Jonah pumped his fingers into her, curling them up to brush against her G-spot as he continued the torturous lashing with his tongue. Bringing her to release had to be the single sexiest experience of his life.
Once her tremors slowed, he slid his wet fingers from her depths and flipped her over. He jerked her up onto her knees, gripped his painfully erect cock and pushed into her.
The feel of her warm vaginal walls cradling him…squeezing him…was his undoing. His gaze traveled from her dainty shoulders, down the curve of her waist to her beautiful ass.
He locked his hands onto her hips and thrust deep, glorying in the sexy sounds she made.
Thrust after thrust, Jonah lost himself in Danni’s body. He’d never felt so complete, so alive. He was in heaven…he was home.
His own orgasm built…higher, stronger with ever drive of his hips, until he couldn’t think beyond the pulsing in his shaft.
“Danni!” he roared, slamming into her one last time. Hot jets of his seed violently burst from him, leaving him a mindless, boneless heap of bliss.
Jonah dropped over her, unable to move for several moments. “Are you alright?”
When she didn’t answer, he rolled off her and moved her hair back to see her face. “Danni?”
A knock sounded on the door and Theo’s muffled voice penetrated the quiet of the room. “Hey, man, are you in there?”
Danni sat up with a quickness, her eyes huge in her face. “It’s Theo.” She rolled off the bed to get up.
“Danni?” Jonah hissed, his voice barely a whisper. He was on his feet in an instant, placing himself between her and her clothes.
She shook her head, snatching up her bra and panties.
The knocking on the door grew louder, as did Theo’s voice. “Jonah? Open up, man. I saw Danni’s car in the parking lot. I know she’s in there.”
Grabbing up the rest of her clothes, Danni fled to the bathroom while Jonah jerked on his jeans and moved to deal with Theo.
“What the hell took you so long?” Theo demanded the second Jonah opened the door.
Theo took one look at Jonah’s appearance and his face paled in disbelief. “What the fuck is going on here?”
He shoved his way past Jonah, his gaze immediately going to the bed before shifting to the bathroom. “Danni?”
Jonah shut the door and raked his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, Theo.” And he was. He hadn’t meant to hurt Theo, and he sure as hell wouldn’t have wanted him to find out about Jonah and Danni this way.
“You’re sorry?” Theo snarled, spinning to face him. “You fuck my girlfriend and you’re sorry? She’s your sister, you sick fuck!”
Jonah was on him before the guy could form another word. He slammed his fist into Theo’s nose with a satisfying crunch before tagging him once more on the chin for good measure.
Theo’s head jerked back and his body sailed over the chair that rested behind him.
Danni rushed from the bathroom, her face pale with regret. “Theo!”
She hurried to his side, dropping to her knees next to him. “Oh, my God, are you alright?”
“Don’t touch me,” he spat, dragging a hand across his nose and staggering to his feet. “How long did this go on before Jonah left town? Years?”
Jonah took a warning step forward, only to be stopped by Danni. “Jonah, don’t!”
Danni reached for Theo’s arm as he brushed past her on his way to the door. “Does your mother know about this? I doubt it. I’m sure you’ve kept your dirty little secret from everyone.”
Theo jerked the door open and turned to face Jonah. “I hope you’re happy, you piece of shit.” He slammed the door closed behind him.
“I’m sorry, Danni.”
Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes. She brushed by him. “Me too.”
“Don’t go.”
She stopped at the door, her back to him. “I have to make sure Theo’s alright. And I’m sure that our parents will know about this shortly. I need to do damage control.”
Jonah watched her open the door, indecision coming from her in waves. “Being with you was everything I thought it would be.” She stepped out and strode off down the hall.
Jonah’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest. “It was more than I thought it would be,” he whispered. “A lot more.”
Chapter Five
Danni moved robotically through her room, packing what clothes she’d planned to take to Paris. She should feel some excitement about her upcoming adventure, yet she felt only sadness.
Jonah had been gone a week. He’d once again left without saying goodbye. Danni had gone back to his hotel the night after they’d made love only to find him gone.
With no way to call him, and no forwarding address, she’d given up and cried herself to sleep every night for the past week. She couldn’t eat, could barely concentrate, and she avoided Theo’s calls like the plague.
She’d hurt Theo, the one man who’d been a friend to her, no matter what.
“Danni? Can you come out here, please?” Sandra called from the kitchen.
Zipping up the last of her luggage, Danni set her bag on the bed and meandered to the kitchen. “Yes, Mother?”
Theo stood next to the refrigerator, a muscle tickling along his jaw. His nose still had a purple hue to it, as did his chin. “Theo…”
“I’ll just give you two a minute,” Sandra murmured, leaving them alone in the kitchen.
Danni slowly approached. “Theo, listen…”
Theo shook his head, holding out a hand, which she took without question.
“I’m sorry, Danni, for everything. I had no right to
say the things, I said. I was just hurt and angry.”
Danni swallowed around the lump in her throat. “You don’t owe me an apology, Theo. I’m sorry I hurt you. I hadn’t planned for that to happen…it just did.”
“You love him.”
“Yes,” she whispered, unable to lie to him. “I always have.”
Theo closed his eyes briefly. “I think I’ve always known, but a part of me didn’t want to believe it.”
Reaching up to touch his face, Danni stood on tip-toe and softly kissed his lips. “Take care of yourself, Theo. Someone will come along one day that will love you the way you should be loved. I just hope you will remember me with fondness and hopefully find it in your heart to forgive me.”
“He doesn’t deserve you, Danni. Did he even say goodbye this time?”
Danni blinked back the tears that his words caused and took hold of his hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “Take care, Theo.”
Without another word, Theo released her hand and left through the side door in the kitchen.
Sandra stepped around the corner as if she’d been standing there waiting to make her entrance. “We’d better hurry or you’ll miss your plane. It’s an hour’s drive to Orlando.”
Danni merely nodded and drifted off to her room to grab her bags.
* * * *
The drive to the airport was spent in silence, with Danni fighting nausea the entire trip. She would probably never see Jonah again.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to stop the tears that spilled from her eyes. They tracked down her cheeks to drip off her chin.
“Oh, come now,” Sandra scolded. “He’s not worth one of your tears.”
Danni jerked her surprised gaze to her mother. “You know?”
“Of course I know. What I don’t know is why you waste your time on a piece of shit like Jonah Martin when you could have anyone you want. Theo, even.”
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