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When they arrived at the hotel Aviva was too distracted to pay any attention to the décor. Of course she had heard of Kingdom Hotels, who hadn’t, they had been around for generations and was still run by the original family. Jacob led her towards the elevator while Joshua stopped to speak to the receptionist at the front desk. By the time the elevator arrived Joshua had re-joined them. “I took care of everything Aviva, as soon as Jason arrives they’ll send him up.”
They rode the elevator to the pent house where the doors majestically opened to reveal a vast room with floor to ceiling windows displaying a magnificent view of the LA skyline. At the sound of the elevator doors opening an older version of his sons rose to his feet. The older man had pure white hair and as she walked closer, Aviva could see that he too had the same dark eyes as his sons.
“Hello boys, who is this delightful young woman?”
“Dad, I would like you to meet Aviva Johnson, Aviva this is our father, Jackson Kingdom.”
“It is always a pleasure to meet such a beautiful young lady.”
“Likewise, I mean the pleasure part, not the young lady part.” Aviva clarified with a shake of her head.
Jackson chuckled at her response to his greeting. “I understand completely my dear, please come in and take a seat. May I get you something to drink?”
“No thank you, but may I use your rest room?”
“Of course my dear, right this way” Jackson stretched out his arm indicating the way. Stopping at a door at the end of a hallway, he smiled, asking her to join them once she was ready. With words of thanks, she opened the door and stepped inside to repair her makeup which she knew without looking was an absolute mess. She also thought Jackson had noticed she had been crying, but good manners dictated that he not comment.
Aviva was right, Jackson had noticed she had been crying and came storming back into the sitting area to confront his sons. “You both had better be about to tell me that you are not the reason that young woman is in such a state.” Both his sons stood with a drink in their hands, worried looks on their faces and by their looks, Jackson thought he might need one too. Spinning around at the sound of the elevator door opening, a furious Jason rushed into the room. Jackson was stunned at what he was seeing. “Lord!” he exclaimed as he clutched his chest, staggering backwards, unable to believe a replica of Jacob was standing before him. Jackson thought he was going to pass out. Seeing the look on his father’s face, Jacob rushed to his side, while throwing a disgruntled look in Joshua’s direction.
“I told them to call us when he was on his way up,” Joshua defended himself against his older brothers’ look of annoyance.
“Where is she?” Jason bellowed not bothering to acknowledge anyone in the room.
“Who are you, where did you come from?”
Looking at the three occupants of the room with cold hearted disdain, Jason ignored the look of shock on the older man’s face. “I see dumb runs through your family, you boys are not that bright or they would have already told me what the hell I wanted to know. And just for the record, old man – you’re a little too long in the tooth to be asking me about the birds and the bees. So I’ll ask you all again where – is – she?”
“Now wait just a minute, you do not get to come into our home and disrespect my father,” Jacob warned.
“Seems like I just did that frat boy, what ya gonna do about it?”
“I’m gonna kick your arse, that’s what I’m gonna do about it!”
“I’d like to see you try…I don’t even need an excuse to wipe the floor with you right now.” Was Jason’s quick comeback, a sneer curling his lips.
“Jason,” Aviva cried to get his attention.
“Come on Aviva, we’re leaving.”
Aviva hesitated.
“What are you waiting for, I said come on, I don’t want to spend another minute around these people.” She could see Jason was physically shaking with emotion. She wasn’t moving fast enough for his liking, so he rushed towards her.
Having witnessed the whole electrically charged exchange between his three sons, and there was no doubt in his mind, this new addition was his son, Jackson took a step in Jason’s direction, intent on stopping him before he reached the young woman. “Wait a minute son…”
“Don’t you call me son… don’t you ever call me son, do you hear me old man…not ever!” Jason shouted, tears rolling down his face. Turning back to Aviva and making no attempts to wipe away his flow of tears, Jason extended his hand and whispered. “Come on Angel, I really need to get out of here.” Aviva’s heart felt as though it were breaking to see such a strong man reduced to tears from a situation over which he had no control.
“Jason, please listen to me.” Jackson tried again to reach out to him, he wasn’t listening.
Jason continued to hold out his shaking hand towards Aviva, waiting for her to take it. Slipping her small hand into his larger one, he pulled her to his body and held her so tightly she had difficulty breathing. “Angel, I need to get out of here, please come with me, I need to get out.” Aviva couldn’t speak so she nodded her head. Keeping her close to his body, Jason made his way towards the door, never once glancing at the other people who occupied the room. Therefore he didn’t see the tears that rolled down their cheeks that matched his own.
Before the doors to the elevator had completely closed, Jackson was on the phone to the hotel’s security. “There are two people who will be leaving my private elevator shortly. I want them followed, discreetly, and I do mean discreetly. When you have an address, report back to me.” Hanging up the phone he turned around to his remaining sons and shouted out his rage. “That bitch, I’m going to kill her when I get my hands on her!”
Chapter 10
Jason remained silent on the drive back to his house, his stillness unnerving Aviva. Knowing she couldn’t begin to understand what he was going through, she did however know he was hurting very badly. Since gripping her hand back at the hotel he had yet to release his clasp.
He felt numb. He couldn’t recall having felt so out of control since he was a child. He knew he had a temper, and it had taken years for him to master it, but the events of the day seemed designed to push him over the edge into a rage the likes of which he had experienced only a few times in his life. The only thing keeping him sane, grounded, was the feel of Aviva’s soft hand and her small body pressed up against him, giving him the comfort he so desperately needed. He also felt ashamed that she had witnessed his breakdown. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew his behavior could backfire on their budding relationship. But he couldn’t seem to help it, couldn’t seem to reign in his fury at meeting the men who bore such a startling resemblance to him. He realized all of these things, just as he realized she deserved an explanation for the way he had behaved at the restaurant, and at the hotel, but not now, God, not now.
After gaining admittance through the security gates the couple were deposited outside the main door of the house. Reaching into her purse Aviva passed some money through the window to the driver, unsure of the cost of the fare and not caring. The driver made no comment so it must have been enough to cover the distance they had traveled. Slowly they made their way into the house.
Reaching the stairs that would lead them to his bedroom, Jason came to a sudden halt, looking up, unsure if he could climb them. At that moment the upward climb felt as though it were akin to the ascent of Mount Everest. The uncertainty of his thoughts and the enormity of the evening’s events shook him. He didn’t know if he could make it, he didn’t know if he was capable of putting one foot in front of the other in order to reach the top. He glanced at the small woman at his side, quickly looking away less she too become aware of just how much his body was failing him, and he tightened his hold on her hand, his lifeline, his support. It was too late, she had seen his uncertainty.
Aviva gently pulled her hand from Jason’s and raised an arm to wrap it around his waist. He couldn’t look at
her for fear he would sit down where he stood and burst into hysterical laughter. The thought of petite Aviva supporting his weight up the stairs was too funny, as soon as the thought entered his mind it was gone, replaced once again by the task in front of him. A task he may be unable to fulfill.
Aviva realized Jason was very close to his breaking point, she had to get him upstairs – now. She racked her brain for ways to get him moving; deciding to appeal to his alpha male and spoke in a gentle voice. “Jason, we need to get up these stairs but I’m not strong enough, I need you to help me.” He didn’t move, appearing not to have heard her. After more moments of his immobility, she decided on another tact, and raised her voice, “Jason, move your arse, and do it now!”
Taken aback by her sudden change in volume, Jason tried to pull himself together. Looking up the stairs he held on to the bannister on one side, Aviva supporting him on the other and placed one foot onto the first step. No longer thinking, concentrating only on moving one foot at a time, somehow he made it to the top of the stairs.
Refocusing, Jason realized he was sitting on his bed with Aviva undoing the button at the top of his pants and somehow his shoes, shirt and jacket were all gone, removed from his body. “Jason, you have to help me remove your trousers, I’ve run you a bath but you need to stand up so I can get these trousers off you.” Jason thought the situation priceless, a beautiful woman had practically undressed him and he didn’t remember one single thing about it. He really didn’t want a bath, in all honesty, he would rather climb into bed and sleep, unable to think of any other way of escaping his current nightmare. But Aviva had other intentions and he was too weary to fight her.
Rising slowly to his feet, Aviva came face to face with Jason’s amazing naked chest, a chest so wide it seemed to block out the rest of the room, a chest that held her attention. Swallowing, she took a small involuntary step backwards, surreptitiously looking up at him, gauging his reaction to her involuntary movement, she was immediately snagged in his gaze. Feeling the heat of a blush she hastily broke their eye contact, only to again be confronted by his magnificent chest. Running her eyes past his collar bone, she lingered on his nipples, which to her astonishment began to harden, Aviva stole another look up. He was waiting for her, catching her eyes, he held the, waiting to see what she would do next.
The atmosphere changed, an awareness settling over her of what would happen next. Jason was almost nude and she was getting ready to remove his last items of clothing – what the hell was she thinking! Well, she couldn’t back out now; his stare almost dared her to continue what she had started. Shaking her head as though coming out of a trance, she looked down at his abdomen which displayed a perfect six-pack of defined muscle – oh my, she thought subconsciously licking her lips. Her eyes continued downwards, hands still resting on the buttons of his jeans; swallowing her apprehension, Aviva slowly unzipped his trousers.
Jason fixed his eyes on her face, the tension surrounding them growing minute by minute. He realized she had been working on auto pilot, seeing to his comfort. Her hand on his zipper had been the exact moment they had both become aware that the atmosphere had changed between them. He was no longer lost in thought; she now had his full attention. He felt rather than saw her hands move as she lowered the zipper of his trousers, his penis beginning to engorge to a semi-hard state. Her hand stilled for a heart-beat, trembling at the change to his body, he offered her no help, wanting to see if she would finish what she had unwittingly started. Hearing her audible swallow, he held his breath as she lowered his zipper, putting both her hands inside the top of his pants and boxers, she slowly began to lower his clothing. At the touch of her hands on his flesh Jason released the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding, her soft hands gliding over his skin, sliding his clothing over his buttocks and down past his hard thighs.
At the touch of her hand against his skin, down his buttocks, Jason’s muscles tightened. Aviva had an almost uncontrollable urge to sink her finger into his flesh, to test its hardness. Resisting, she moved her hands towards his hips, her eyes following the thin line of hair pointing from his stomach to his groin. Continuing her downwards motion, past the first sight of his pubic hair to his semi-hard penis, she sank to her knees. Her mouth watered, her hands trailing in the wake of his clothes, moving them down his thighs, along his calves, down to his feet. Without being asked, Jason lifted first one foot, then the other so she could remove the last items of his clothing. Moving them aside, she rose to her feet, her eyes making the journey upwards, taking in the muscular body displayed for her visual pleasure.
Jason watched Aviva stand, her eyes traveling up his body, searing his skin in their wake; waiting for her to look at him, moments passed before he realized she wouldn't. She turned away from him; reaching out with one of his big rough hands, he gently took hold of her chin; raising her head she met his eyes. “Now you, I want to see you – all of you.”
Aviva began to tremble; all she had wanted to do was comfort him, to help him relax so he could get the rest he so obviously needed. She had given no thought to her innocent benevolence leading to this spell binding tension.
“I want to see you Angel; will you do that for me?” Jason asked in a low voice, stroking the underside of her chin.
Aviva took a step back in silence, then another. Reaching behind her back with one arm she pulled down the zipper of her dress, slowly lowering the straps. Holding the dress to her chest, she hesitated before seeming to make up her mind. With the release of her hands, a slight sensual twist of her hips, the silk dress glided to the floor, pooling around her stiletto clad feet and with a small step moved away from the discarded garment. Jason sank onto the bed, his eyes taking in the woman standing before him, wearing only a strapless black bra, thong and stilettos. “Now the rest,” Jason demanded in the lowest baritone Aviva had yet to hear.
As if in slow motion, she unclasped the front opening of her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. Bending forwards she reached for the strap of a shoe. “No” Jason said quickly before she could begin to undo the buckle holding the shoe in place. “Leave them on.” Aviva complied. Rising she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down, ensuring her fingers brushed along her skin with a sensual sweep. Reaching her ankles she stepped out of her underpants and stood before Jason in nothing but black stilettos.
“Turn around.” Aviva hesitated, uncertainty, vulnerability showing on her face. “Turn around Angel.” Jason said in a low soothing voice. He had already drank in the sight of her high full breasts with their dark areolas, their distended nipples, her small waist and flat stomach, her wide hips and shapely thighs leading to slim legs and ankles all encased in milk chocolate skin. Unhurriedly she turned, her back displayed to him, who started at her shoulders, his eyes running down her back and down to the flare of her high rounded buttocks. Unable to see his expression her awareness level rose, she felt his presence behind her sparking tentacles of warmth zinging along her nerve endings. All this he accomplished without a single touch. Jason leaned forward, his nose running along her neck, inhaling as his lips made their way towards her ear. Reaching his destination, he latched on to the sensitive skin behind her ear and sucked – hard, Aviva gasped, closing her eyes in pleasure, arching her head away, giving him better access to his task.
“I love the way you smell”, Jason groaned, alternating between sucking and licking the same spot, she gasped, his touch so sensual no her over heated skin. He ran his hands down her arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps rising in his wake. Clasping one of her hands he led her towards the bathroom and the scented water that awaited them.
Coming to a stop in front of the bathtub, Jason lifted Aviva into the water, stepping in behind her. Sitting down he pulled her between his legs, close to his body, wrapping his arms around her. Resting his head on the back of the bathtub, he exhaled. Throughout their whole encounter in the bedroom, his body had not moved past a semi-erection. This was definitely a
night of firsts: the first time he had ever met any blood relatives, the first time he even knew any existed, the first time a beautiful woman had undressed him while he was sober and he remembered only half of it. Then she had undressed for him, and he couldn’t seem to get further than a semi-erection. Jason shook his head remembering all the nameless, faceless women with whom he had had sex. Yet this woman who he had wanted from the first moment he saw her running towards him; for this woman he couldn’t make his penis rise further than its semi erect state. His arms tightened around her body, pulling her even tighter against him, burying his nose in her hair.
“It’s okay Jason.” Aviva assured softly, hugging the arms that crossed over her body. She understood that tonight would not be the night they would first made love. Their time would come, of that she was sure, but not tonight. Tonight he needed only the comfort that could be found in holding and being held.
They remained in each others arms until the water began to cool. In silence, Aviva rose and stepped out of the bath. Walking over to the towels she had laid out, she wrapped one around her body. Pulling another from the warming rail, she walked back to the bathtub, very aware of Jason’s eyes locked on her every movement. Holding out the towel towards him, he rose from the water and stepped out. Aviva ran the fluffy towel over his skin until it was dry before leading him back into the bedroom.
Pulling back the covers, Aviva spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Lay down on your front. I’m going to give you a massage, it should help you to relax and get some sleep.”
Jason climbed onto the bed and closed his eyes. Reaching for the little bottle of massage oil she had left on the bedside table after running their bath, she climbed onto the bed. Opening the bottle, she squeezed a few drops of the fragrant oil which contained Pine, Melissa, Cinnamon and Roman Camomile into her palms, before rubbing them together, heating the mixture, defusing its aroma. Straddling Jason’s body, she placed her palms against his shoulder blades and began to rub his skin, applying pressure wherever she encountered a knot in his muscles. Aviva rubbed, pressed, kneaded and stretched his muscles. Moment by moment she felt him relaxing beneath her hands. At the change of his breathing, she continued her ministration for a few more minutes and then stopped. He finally sounded as though he were asleep.
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