The Millionaire Falls Hard

by Fredricks, Sarah

  'We could make love. Standing here. On the table. On the rug. In the bath. In the shower. Against the wall. On the sofa. In bed.' He punctuated each suggestion with a suck on each breast, a tug at each nipple, a stroke of her wet flesh. He dropped to his knees and opening up her folds, took her in his mouth.

  'Oh God, yes! Y-e-e-s-s-s!'

  Carrie held on to Jake's head to keep herself upright. She massaged his head as she gave in to the orgasm building. Jake pushed a finger inside her and moved it in and out to match the rhythm of his tongue. She tasted good, so good. He found her G-spot, pushing Carrie onto the tips of her toes as she shuddered and her orgasm erupted around his finger.

  As her breathing settled, Jake stood up and captured her mouth in a searing hot kiss, letting her taste herself on his lips.

  The door bell rang signalling the arrival of their breakfast. Jake put some distance between them and tied the belt of her robe.

  'Will you? Stay?'

  'Oh, er, yes. I'll stay.' Carrie was a quivering, incoherent wreck, struggling to understand the force of the effect he had on her. Brainwashed by mind blowing, shattering orgasms.

  He nodded and smiled. 'Thank you.' With one last caress of his finger against her swollen lips he went to receive their breakfast.

  It took a moment to realise where Jake was going - she hadn't even heard the bell! Wondering how she would survive the next few days with her sanity intact, she took the opportunity to compose herself and straighten her hair.

  *

  They managed to have a leisurely and enjoyable breakfast, their need for food keeping all other thoughts at bay. Even their conversation sounded normal, companionable.

  Carrie looked up from her fruit salad and caught Jake watching her.

  'What?' She checked her face for food.

  Jake smiled.

  'I like looking.'

  He turned serious.

  'I have another apology I owe you. One that is long overdue.'

  Carrie looked at him questioningly, unable to recall anything he'd done that had upset her. Oh, how quickly he'd given her new thoughts, new experiences. She inwardly smiled.

  'That first day.'

  Carrie focused on him again.

  'The day I met you in the grounds, well, the day I behaved like a screaming banshie to Charlie. By the loch?'

  She remembered, and frowned at the memory. She put her spoon down and waited to hear what he had to say.

  'Seeing him at that spot brought it all back.'

  Jake stood and came round to her side of the table, wanting to see a smile back on her face. He put out his hand to her. 'Here.'

  He captured her hand as she instinctively raised it to his and pulled her to her feet.

  He sat down on one of the sofas and settled Carrie onto his lap. He needed to keep a connection with her as he told a story he'd never shared with anyone else; a story that still caused him guilt.

  'I was about Charlie's age, maybe a little older.' He stopped for a moment as the past crowded in.

  'I liked playing down at the loch. I don't know how many times I'd been told to stay away from it though. It was a lot deeper then. It got filled in a bit and tons of gravel spread near the edge, afterwards.'

  Absentmindedly, Jake reached inside the robe and caressed Carrie's bare skin, up and down her side, across her stomach. Rather than being a sexual gesture, he found it comforting, right. He needed this physical connection with her.

  Carrie tried to concentrate on what he was saying, rather than what he was doing. Given how she responded every time he touched her, it was hard.

  Jake continued to stare at the belt of her robe as he went on. 'Anyway, one day, I was chasing birds, pretending they were enemy planes I was trying to shoot down into the sea and I ran into the loch. My feet got stuck in the mud and the top half of my body propelled forward. I hit the water so fast I still had my mouth open. I swallowed a lot of water.'

  Carrie placed her hand against his chest in a gesture of comfort. Jake glanced down at her. She was shocked at the raw pain she saw in his eyes. He looked away again and continued.

  'The old boy who did all the odd jobs on the Estate saw it happen and jumped in after me. He struggled to release me from the hold the mud had on me. But somehow, he did, and he managed to pull me to the side.'

  His hand tightened on her side as the painful memories threatened to engulf him.

  Carrie winced, understood his internal pain was dictating his actions, and stilled his hand.

  'As a result of going into the icy water and the exertion of pulling me out, he had a heart attack. He died. I don't even remember his name.' Jake stumbled over that last part.

  Carrie put her hands either side of his head forcing him to look at her. Her eyes held compassion. Compassion for the little boy, who had been too young to understand the danger. Who had been too young to see the loch as anything other than his playground. She leant in and kissed him. It started as a kiss intended to heal. It became so much more.

  The moment their lips met, it's as if a dam burst in Jake's heart and the guilt he'd stored there flowed free. He pulled her closer into him and deepened the kiss.

  When they pulled apart, Jake rested his forehead against Carrie's. 'Thank you.'

  He looked into her eyes. With more emotion than he'd ever felt before, and seeing it reflected back he spoke from the heart.

  'I can't get enough of you. You complete me. You challenge me, make me want to be a better person.'

  His voice strengthened. 'You have me permanently aroused!'

  He smiled at her, she smiled back.

  With his hand around the back of her neck he pulled her in to a scorching kiss.

  Unleashing her own fears and insecurities and loving how he made her feel, Carrie gave him everything he asked for, and more.

  Chapter 12

  One text.

  In eight weeks, she'd had one text.

  No scrub that. Just after he'd left Miami, she'd had one text. 'Missing you already. See you when I get back to Scotland. Jake x.'

  Short enough that she knew it off by heart.

  Over the next eight weeks, she'd had nothing.

  Not a text.

  Not an email.

  Not a phone call.

  Not even a message via Phil, who she knew, from Lynne, had been with him in the States for a while.

  'Stupid, stupid, stupid.' She threw down her pen in self disgust.

  She'd opened herself up to him during those few stolen days in Miami. Given him everything, shared her secrets, her dreams, her desires. She'd thought he'd done the same.

  The pain in her heart was intense. She'd fallen completely and irretrievably in love with him. Had thought that he returned at least some of that love.

  He'd never said.

  So maybe he hadn't.

  'Stupid, stupid, STUPID!' If she berated herself long enough maybe she'd stop caring.

  'Why am I trying to work on a Saturday night anyway?' She put her head in her hands, giving in to the moment of self pity.

  'Home alone and all I can do is work. Pathetic!'

  She dragged herself away from her desk, determined to enjoy the rest of the evening. Enjoy the first 'Charlie free' evening she'd had since Miami, the first weekend that wasn't hectic with visitors.

  With a cup of her favourite tea she settled herself into her porch swing in the garden room, her favourite seat in the whole house, and snuggled into its depths.

  With her head back and her eyes closed, her thoughts crashed in on her. Unable to stop them. Memories so vivid it could have been yesterday, not eight weeks ago. But then, the memories haunted her dreams, her every waking moment. No wonder they were vivid.

  Eight weeks ago.

  Back to those few magical days when she'd thought she'd burst with happiness. Those few magical days when being held in Jake's arms had been heavenly. She'd once thought being in the swing was a good substitute for being in the arms of a man. Ha! How wrong she'd been. It wa
s a very poor second.

  That first day, they'd finally made it out of the hotel suite for some fresh air around mid-afternoon. Jake had had some clothes delivered for her.

  Her evening bag from the ball had been sent up by reception. Colour had flooded her as she'd realised her mum must have left it for her. She'd phoned her then and explained she would be spending a couple of days with Jake. Whilst she'd been on the 'phone, Jake had come up behind her and started kissing the back of her neck. His hands had come round to caress her body. He'd started gently moving up and down her sides, then her stomach, the undersides of her breasts, finally rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She remembered leaning into his caress and zoning out her mother. Jake had ended the call for her. She felt embarrassed now as she recalled how easily she'd capitulated to his touch. The suite doorbell had gone just afterwards, with the on-duty butler delivering the wardrobe of clothes. But for that interruption, she would have let him take her again.

  She felt her body heating up at the memory of Jake making love to her. She could feel his hands as they explored every inch of her body. She could feel his mouth as he kissed and sucked her breasts and her most private part. Her body juddered as she imagined his tongue thrusting into her slick heat, sucking and pinching until she screamed her release.

  Her hand reached out as if reaching for his shaft and shrank back as she realised the scene was in her head. She'd become brave in their short time together and had delighted in exploring his manhood. He was well endowed - thick and long and rigid in arousal, jutting proudly up towards his stomach. The tip had felt silky and so smooth when she'd swirled his own juices around it. She smiled as she remembered the look of sheer unadulterated joy she'd seen on his face when she'd finally gone down on him with her mouth and licked and sucked him to climax. She'd loved the taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth.

  She felt the release of her own juices as her memory sharpened. Jake had dragged her up his body after that, turned her round and lifted her off the bed so she was on her hands and knees facing away from him. She groaned as she remembered him leaning over her back, taking her breasts into his hands. She subconsciously caressed her own breasts now, caught in that moment of visualising her breasts heavy in front of her and Jake lifting their weight, teasing her throbbing nipples to hard buds. As she'd groaned loudly with pleasure Jake had taken her from behind. The surprise had had her calling out his name. He'd grabbed her hips and thrust her onto his shaft hard and fast. She'd shattered around him as he'd emptied himself into her and they'd both collapsed onto the bed.

  She jerked her eyes open as she realised she'd just brought herself to climax, her juices flowing out of her and her nipples tight little buds. As she calmed her breathing she wondered if she'd ever be free of his hold over her. She felt herself redden as she realised what she'd just done - behaved like a hormonally rampant teenager.

  Only Jake and the memories of their time together could cause such wanton behaviour - she hardly recognised herself just now.

  Carrie went off to change and break her thoughts; her mood.

  She changed into a pair of red lounge pants and white cropped tee. As she was closing her wardrobe doors her eye caught a yellow halterneck dress. One of the items Jake had had delivered to the suite. She'd worn that dress the day she'd disposed of her ex-husband's house. With no other family and a Will still siting herself as next of kin, she'd had to deal with the unpleasant memories it had evoked when she'd first opened the front door. She'd recruited a cleaning firm and then a decorating firm before she'd left Scotland. Thank heavens she had.

  The first day back in Miami, she'd stopped off to have a look at the progress and couldn't believe the mess she'd found in the one room still to be gutted and restored. It looked as if no-one had been in to clean it up in all the time Pip had been in prison. All sorts of suspect packages and bottles had been found by the cleaning company she'd employed.

  She recalled the day she'd got rid of it. Jake had gone with her. He couldn't understand why she'd signed it over to a charity for abused women instead of selling it and doing something useful with the profit.

  Over the evening meal they'd shared in their suite, she'd given him all the sordid details about her ex-husband. How his assumed suicide note had actually been a letter he'd intended sending to the Miami Herald, and that his 'suicide' had actually been nothing more than drug abuse mixed with one too many bottles of vodka. It seemed he'd had his way of feeding his habits inside. He'd died before he'd had the chance to post the letter and exact maximum embarrassment on Carrie.

  She'd had to take a really deep breath to admit that Charlie had been conceived in rape - how Pip had always blamed his hunger for prostitutes on her for being frigid and unresponsive.

  For much of their meal, Carrie had found it difficult to look at Jake. As she'd struggled to get the words out about her sex life, or lack of it, she'd risked glancing up. She'd seen such disgust, disbelief and anger in Jake's eyes that she'd broken down at that point. Jake had whisked her into his arms, fighting off her instinct to get away.

  'My feelings are aimed at that scum of an ex Carrie. That sorry excuse for a man. If he was alive now I'd be tempted to beat him black and blue for what he put you through.'

  As Carrie had continued to struggle, not hearing his words but believing that the emotion she'd seen was aimed at her, Jake had tried again.

  'Carrie. Carrie!' He'd sat down with her on the sofa and pulled her face round to look him in the eye.

  'Carrie, no-one should ever have to put up with what you went through. No-one. I admire you for getting out, for building a successful life for yourself. And no matter how Charlie was conceived, he's a wonderful little boy. He's a credit to you. He's your son Carrie, no-one else's. There isn't an ounce of badness in that little boy.'

  Carrie had hardly dared believe Jake, sure that he'd see her differently now. Sensing the moment that Carrie started to close down, Jake had kissed her. A brutal kiss, filled with hatred for what she'd endured. A kiss that had gentled and coaxed a response. Jake had placed her away from him slightly while he drove home the truth.

  'Carrie, you are the most passionate, responsive woman I have ever held in my arms and made love with. The short-comings were all his. His attacks on you were about his own lack of performance, not yours.'

  To prove his point Jake had released the halterneck from the dress and worshipped her body. Every inch of her body had been touched and caressed by his fingers and his tongue and she'd bucked and thrashed underneath him, begging for release.

  It had been another night when a meal had lain forgotten and sleep had been set aside for making love.

  Hot love that had conveyed so much, and yet eight weeks on now seemed to convey nothing at all. And yet she still relived it.

  Standing with her head against her wardrobe door, Carrie recalled that beautiful night again when Jake had made her feel so special. So loved. In between kisses he'd told her how honoured he felt to be her first real lover, the first person to bring her to orgasm. How her words before about not realising it could be that good made sense to him now.

  As he'd thrust into her, bringing her to yet another climax, he'd vowed to always make her feel desired and cherished and beautiful.

  Later, when they'd shared a bath, Jake had decided that all the ugliness needed to be out in the open so they could move on. So he'd told her about Roderick Gemmell's comments and accusations when Jake had bought the Estate. Jake's apology for doubting her goodness and integrity had been so sweet. The bath water had been decidedly cool by the time they'd both come down from the orgasmic haze he'd sent them to.

  Carrie moved away from the wardrobe. In a daze she thought about the legacy of Miami and experienced a moment of panic that she'd done it again. She felt the anger rise through her body.

  Anger at herself for being so stupid. Anger at Jake for being party to it and leaving her high and dry.

  'How could I have let this happen ag
ain. How COULD I? Stupid, stupid! Only now it's worse. This time I love the fa…' Carrie stopped berating herself and jumped as the gate buzzer sounded.

  She continued down the stairs, determined to ignore the sound. Whoever it was would get the message and go away.

  Instead of going away though, the buzzing continued, and continued……..

  *

  Jake crashed against the back seat of the car, flung his head against the head rest and closed his eyes.

  He'd done it!

  Eighteen hour days.

  Seven days a week.

  Eight long weeks.

  But he'd done it. And now he was back in Scotland. For a while, he'd thought he'd never see Scotland again. Irrational thinking but that's how tired he'd become.

  Despite being dog tired and feeling a hundred years old, all that mattered was that he had restructured the business - turned America round, merged the two businesses into one, sold it off, sold off Australia and the Middle East and was now on his way home.

  Six months work achieved in two.

  Two months of concentration, of networking and of negotiation to sell off all the far flung offices.

  Two months of leaving Phil to run the rest of the business and taking only brief daily calls to ratify decisions.

  Two months of pouring over page after page of figures and reports.

  Two months of jetting between America, Australia and the Middle East.

  He sighed. All that had kept him going was his vision. His vision of returning to Carrie and starting the rest of his life, with her, and Charlie, and hopefully a brood of other kids. He wanted a large family.

  During those blissful days with Carrie in Miami, he'd reached the decision to sell. Not to expand as was his original intention, but to concentrate business closer to home. Closer, so that he wouldn't have to be away for long periods of time. He didn't want to be away for a moment, but recognising there would be times when he would have to be, at least he could now be back within hours, rather than days.

  He winced as he recalled the conversation he'd had with Glenn, Carrie's future step-father. He'd taken the shouting and muck chucking and kept silent until Glenn had calmed down. He'd understood Glenn's anger when he'd thought Jake was going back on his word to protect the employees' jobs.