“Because…” I nip her lower lip with my teeth. “Since the moment I saw you wearing that red lipstick of yours, I have had this image stuck in my head of you sucking me off with your lipstick smeared all over my cock.”
Her breath catches, her eyes flaring with desire. “It’s in my bag.”
Sliding her off of me, I grab her bag from the floor and pass it to her. She fishes her lipstick out and reapplies it without using a mirror.
“Impressive.” I grin.
“It’s just one of my many talents.”
I’m pretty sure my dick just got harder. I’m at the point of being in pain, and my balls are so blue that it’s not even funny.
“You have all your women put on lipstick for you?” she asks.
I take hold of her chin with my hand, staring into her eyes. “No. Only you. And there has been no one since you, if you were wondering that also.”
I see surprise flicker through her eyes. It doesn’t make me feel great. But, then, my reputation does precede me.
“You haven’t slept with anyone since me?” The disbelief in her voice annoys me.
“No.” I remove my hand from her chin, but continue to pin her with my stare.
“But, all of those pictures of you with women in the press…”
“They were just that—pictures. Have you fucked anyone since me?” I turn the tables on her, but I am not really sure if I want to hear the answer to this question.
Her eyes flare with indignation. “No.” She juts her chin out.
“Good. Now, get down on your knees, and suck my cock.”
I am a bossy bastard in the bedroom, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
A smile lights her eyes, as she tilts her head to the side. “You could say please.”
I slide my fingers into her hair, bringing her face closer to mine. “Sorry. India, get down on your knees and suck my cock, please.”
She gives me a haughty look. “Better.” Then, she slides off the bed, to her feet.
I follow her movement, putting my feet on the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She lowers to her knees, and I have never seen anything more beautiful than the sight of her kneeling before me, those big blue eyes blinking up at me. My fingers slide into her hair, threading through the strands, and I guide her head down to my cock. The second her lips touch my cock, I know this will all be over way too soon if I don’t control myself.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan.
My fingers tighten in her hair as she slides her mouth down my cock, taking me throat deep.
“Shit. Jesus, that’s it, baby,” I hiss. “Take it all.”
She is fucking amazing. A doctor who gives head like a porn star. I can feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat.
I brush her hair aside, watching her suck me off. “The sight of you, like this with your lips on my cock, is even better than I imagined.”
My hips start to move as she flattens her tongue over my cock, taking me deep each time.
“That’s it, baby. You suck me so good.” I can feel myself starting to lose control.
I’m going to come. I need to stop her. But it just feels so fucking good.
She hollows her cheeks, sucking me hard, and a shot of pre-cum shoots from my cock.
“Ah, India, baby…you have to stop. I will come if you don’t.” I tug gently on her hair.
She lets my cock from her mouth with a pop. Sitting back on her heels, her lips are smeared red, and her lipstick is all over my cock, her hair tousled from my hands in it.
Fucking beautiful.
“I thought that was the idea.” She runs a finger down my cock, and he jerks.
“Next time. Right now, I need to fuck you.” Hands under her arms, I haul her to her feet and lift her onto the bed.
I get a condom from the drawer of my bedside table. I have it on in seconds, and I am between her welcoming thighs, my dick pressed up against her hot wet pussy.
She raises her arms above her head, pushing her breasts up to me. “I need you inside me,” she whispers.
“Maddening,” I growl.
I lean forward, taking her breast into my mouth. I graze my teeth over her nipple, making her hips buck upward.
“Fuck me, Leandro! Now!” she cries out.
“Say please.”
Her eyes flash to mine.
I grin at her.
“Please, fuck me,” she says through gritted teeth.
I slam inside her without hesitation.
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
“Jesus, India…” I stare down at her, feeling lost in this moment. “Being inside you…I have never felt anything like you before. I am never going without you again.”
“Never,” she whispers, her eyes fixed on mine.
Holding her stare, I slowly pull out of her and then slam back inside.
Very quickly, it gets out of control, and we’re fucking each other like rabid animals, kissing and biting and licking. Her nails rake at my skin while I fuck her hard, and I love it.
“Fuck, India, tell me you are close because I’m going to come.”
Her hands go to my ass. Nails scoring my skin, she tries to press me harder against her. “I’m close. Keep doing…that…and I’ll…ah, fuck…I’m coming!” she screams.
The feel of her tightening around me has me spinning out of control, and I am right there with her. “Fuck…India!” I growl, jerking my hips against hers. I come harder than I ever have before in my life.
And it is not just because I haven’t had sex in so long. It is because of her. Everything feels different with her.
She’s my game changer. My one.
I let my head fall into that sweet spot where her neck ends and her shoulder begins, and I press a soft kiss there. Her arms come around my neck, holding me, fingers pushing through my hair. I stay there a long moment, brushing gentle kisses over her skin.
I guess I am waiting for her to change her mind or push me away, but it doesn’t come.
Lifting my head, I brush her hair from her face. I stare down at her, and I love the way she smiles at me.
“That was…wow.” Her smile changes to a grin.
“I would call it better than wow. More like fucking amazing.”
“Life-altering sex?”
“Definitely.” I kiss her again. “Let me just clean up.”
Leaving her, I go to the bathroom, get rid of the condom, and wash up. I wet a cloth in warm water and take it back to the bedroom with me. She is still exactly where I left her.
I press the cloth between her legs, cleaning her, as I watch her watch me with what looks like fascination and surprise.
Has no one cared for her in this way before?
It both angers and pleases me.
I toss the cloth back in the direction of the bathroom and climb back onto the bed with her. I wrap my body around hers.
“Stay the night,” I whisper into her ear.
She turns her face to mine, and I see something in her eyes.
I already know what she is going to say before she says it.
“I can’t stay.”
I SEE HIS EXPRESSION DROP as soon as the words have left my mouth, so I’m quick to explain myself, “It’s not what you think. It’s Jett. I never stay out overnight. And I want to speak to him first about you and me before we start doing sleepovers.”
“So, there will be sleepovers?” He runs his finger down my arm, a salacious look in his eyes.
“If you’re lucky.” I grin.
“I’m feeling pretty damn lucky right now.”
A soft smile claims my grin. “Me, too.”
“But?”
“Why do you think there’s a but?” I frown.
He moves onto his back, his hand going behind his head. I’m momentarily distracted by the flex of his muscles in his bicep. He has great arms.
“Because I have gotten pretty good at reading you.”
Exhaling a breath, I place my hand fla
t on his chest and rest my chin on it. “I’m just worried.”
“About?” His brow lifts.
“A few things…” I stare into his eyes. “I’m worried about Jett getting attached to you.” I bite my lower lip with my teeth.
“And that is a bad thing? Why?” His eyebrows pull together.
“Because if we don’t work out for whatever reason, I don’t want him getting hurt. That’s why I’ve never introduced him to any men I’ve dated before—not that there’s been many and not that we’ve exactly dated yet—”
“Which we need to rectify very soon.”
That pulls my thoughts in a different direction. “You want to take me out on a date?” A smile edges my lips.
“Yes, and soon.” Leaning his head down, he kisses the tip of my nose before resting his head back on the pillow. “You have nothing to fear, India. I won’t hurt Jett or you. I promise. I think Jett is a great kid, and I can’t wait to get to know him better.” His chest rises, lifting me with it, as he takes a deep breath. “I have never been in love before, India, so believe me, I am not taking our relationship lightly.”
“You’ve never been in love?” I eye him skeptically. “Ever?”
“No.”
“How is that possible?”
I know I’ve never been in love before him, but Leandro has been around a lot more women than I have men. I just can’t believe he’s never fallen in love with one of them before.
He shrugs. “I waited for it to happen. It never did. Now, I know why.”
My mouth dries. Licking my lips, I ask, “Why?”
His eyes darken with emotions. He traces his index finger over my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Because I was waiting for you.”
Can your heart dance in your chest? Because mine currently feels like it is.
“I was waiting for you, too.” Resting up on my elbow, I touch my hand to his face.
“You have been in love before…with Jett’s father?”
“No.” I strongly shake my head. “I was young and naive. I thought I was in love, but I had no clue what that truly felt like.” I fix my eyes on him. “Now, I know. The way I feel about you…I’ve never felt anything like it before. That’s why I’m willing to risk everything on us.”
His fingers slide into my hair. Pulling my mouth down to his, he gently kisses me. “I love that we are each other’s firsts.”
I smile against his lips. “Me, too,” I whisper. “But…”
“There’s that damn but again,” he growls over my lips.
Moving my head back so I can look in his eyes, I say, “I’m sorry, but while we’re on the subject of Jett’s father, I think you need to know something about him.”
A dark shadow passes over his features. “I’m listening.”
I swallow down past my nervous. “Jett’s father is in prison.”
That gets his attention. “Okay. What is he in prison for?”
I feel like I need to give Leandro all my focus when I say this, so I sit up beside him. Tucking my legs around my bum, I pull the cover around me in modesty. Leandro immediately pulls the cover down.
“I feel naked.”
“You are. Naked or not, there is nothing you need to hide from me or can’t tell me.”
I feel wide open. Like he can see through to the very soul of me.
I nervously lick my lips. “Jett’s father, Paul, is in prison for statutory rape, rape, and sexual assault.”
His eyes widen, and anger envelops his features. He sits up, putting his back against the headboard. His eyes close together tightly. His jaw clenching, he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Did he…rape you?”
I touch my hand to his face, my thumb smoothing over the fingers pinching his nose, until he lowers his hand and opens his eyes.
“He didn’t rape me. But I was the statutory rape part of his sentence.” I take a fortifying breath. “I was fifteen when we started sleeping together. Paul was thirty.” My gaze lowers. “When Kit and I were babies, we were abandoned, left in the doorway of an old factory building, where we were found by the caretaker. Kit’s name came from the man who found us. My name came from the building—India House. It’s in Manchester, where we’re from originally.”
“Jesus, India. I am so sorry that happened to you and Kit.” His hand curls around mine, squeezing.
“It’s fine. I found my peace with it long ago. I had Kit. He’s the best brother a girl could wish for. But, back then, Kit and I were difficult to care for. We were both angry kids, Kit more so than me. He was always getting in trouble—mostly from defending me. I was a hell-raiser when I was younger.”
“I don’t see that in you.” He smiles.
“I’m different now. I had to change when I became a mother. I became responsible. But back then, I didn’t care about anyone, apart from Kit. So, we never settled anywhere, bouncing from foster home to foster home. It was hard enough to be placed and then add in the fact that there was the two of us together. If they ever tried to split us up, we’d just run away and come back to each other, so they finally stopped trying. Then, we started getting older, and people don’t want troublesome teenagers. Eventually, we ended up in a foster home for wayward kids. We were there when Paul started working as one of the caregivers.”
“He was your caregiver? Jesus fucking Christ,” he grinds out, thumping his head back against the headboard, his hand tightening around mine.
“I was young and impressionable. He spent a lot of time with me, listened to me, made me believe he really cared about me. Back then, I didn’t know he was grooming me. I was fifteen, and I just wanted to be loved. I didn’t realize I was looking for it in the wrong place.” I squeeze Leandro’s hand, which still has a firm hold of mine. “I’d been sleeping with Paul for about two years when I found out I was pregnant with Jett. When I went to tell him”—I suck in a breath at the memory that still gets to me, even now—“I found him in bed with someone else. She was a girl who was new to the home we lived in. She was fourteen, a year younger than I was when he started sleeping with me.”
Leandro lets out a sound of pain. “Fuck, India.”
“This is bad I know. I’m sorry.”
He sits up and grabs my face with his hands. “Don’t ever be sorry. I am just angry that this happened to you.”
“Me, too, but I can’t regret it because for all of Paul’s faults, he did give me Jett.” Tears touch my eyes, surprising me. It’s been a really long time since I cried over my past. “When I found Paul with that girl, I rang Kit and told him everything. He lost his shit. He kicked the crap out of Paul.”
“I like your brother already.”
“When it comes to me and Jett, he’s fiercely protective.”
“As he should be.”
“Someone called the cops when the fight spilled out into Paul’s building. Kit was arrested. Thankfully, he didn’t do any jail time for it, but he messed Paul up pretty bad. To save Kit, I told the police why Kit had lost his crap with Paul—who Paul was to us, about me and him, my pregnancy, and the underage girl I found in Paul’s bed. I needed to protect Kit the way he’d protected me his whole life. Paul was arrested. Somehow, the press got wind of it…and that’s when it got worse.” I close my eyes against the onslaught of memories. “I wasn’t the first underage girl who Paul had slept with, and clearly, I hadn’t been the last. He had a thing for young girls. More started to come forward. Some said they had been sexually abused by Paul. That he had even raped some of them. It went to trial. I was one of the main witnesses. He got sentenced to fifteen years in prison for statutory rape, rape and sexual abuse.”
“Jett knows all of this?”
“Yes. I haven’t kept who his father is from him.”
“Has Jett ever met him?”
“No.”
“And he’s still in prison?”
“Yes. After he went to prison, I received compensation from the government for what had happened to me. It wasn’t a lot, but back then, it wa
s to me. Kit and I left Manchester and moved here to London. I used the money I received to buy the house we live in and to put me through school. I wanted to start fresh here and give Jett a better life than I’d ever had.”
“You are amazing, do you know that?”
“Not really.”
“You are,” he states emphatically. “And your reluctance to be with me makes a whole lot more sense now.”
“I didn’t want to be like him. I wouldn’t want to take advantage of someone in my care.”
“I was never in your care, babe. And you never once took advantage. If anyone did, I took advantage of you.” A sexy smile appears on his lips.
“So, I was thinking that maybe we should keep our relationship on the down-low for now.”
With the darkening of his eyes, I know that he doesn’t agree. “Because of Jett’s father?”
“Because of who you are. Your public profile. For Jett. I don’t want anything coming out into the papers that could hurt him. And also my career. I was your therapist. If the Health and Care Professions Council find that out, my career will be over.”
“How will they find out? The only people who know won’t say anything—well, on my side for sure. What about your side?”
“Kit knows.” I wince. “After we kissed that first time, I was a mess.” I meet his eyes. “He guessed. But you can trust Kit. He would never say anything.”
“It’s fine, India.” He takes my hand again, squeezing it.
“And Sadie, my old receptionist, of course knows you were a patient, but she is bound by a confidentiality agreement that I make all my receptionists sign.”
“So, we’re covered.”
“I guess. But what about Jett? I don’t want him in the public eye because we’re together.”
“I’ll protect him. I will have my lawyer and publicist stop the press from publishing any pictures of him. I don’t want to hide us, babe. I have you, and I want the world to know that you’re mine. You and Jett are both my family now.”
“Family?”
“Mmhmm…you have a problem with that?”
“No problem at all. And you do realize that we’ve just made Jett’s dream come true—you and me being together? He’s going to be over the moon. He’ll also expect to come to every race you do.”
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