The Chauffeur Page 24

  “So, what are you going to do about the missing data for your engine design?” she asks, changing the subject.

  “Sue has set up a meeting with the engineers and designers tomorrow. The plans will be reconstructed, but I’m going with another design since I’m not certain who has the other plans. I’ll know more afterward.

  “Kate wasn’t messing around when she said she was going to ruin you, was she? I mean, look at everything she’s done. She has the cartels on her for spending their money, but she seems focused on you, not them. I’d want to get them off my ass if it were me. And now your father’s after her,” she says, setting her wine glass on the small café table between us. “I just don’t know what she intends to accomplish.”

  “This has the potential to be something big. Dad doesn’t want the CIA involved because they tend to take over and want the recognition for closing cases. So far, my father has kept them out until Sector solves the case. When that happens, he turns it over to the CIA, and he does that through another source. That way, Sector stays hidden, and they can do their job without interference,” I explain as she listens, giving me her full attention.

  “Doesn’t it bother you that the CIA gets all the accolades?” she asks, getting up then lowering herself on my lap.

  “Not in the least. It only bothers us when they interfere in an investigation and want to take over. He’s seen them do it with the FBI and he won’t allow it.” I nibble on her neck and slide my hand up the inside of her thigh.

  “I’m tired, baby,” she whispers seductively in my ear.

  “What a coincidence.” I smile against her lips thinking I already like this living together thing.

  Leaving the wine glasses on the table, I cradle her in my arms and carry her to the bedroom.

  After lowering her onto the bed, I begin a trail of kisses starting at her lips and ending with me pulling her Capri’s and panties off. I toy with the round ruby stone nestled in her small belly button.

  “This is so fucking sexy tucked in here,” I say, gently sucking the jewel into my mouth.

  "My grandmother left it to me in a ring," she says through shallow breathing. “When she died, I had it made into a navel ring. It’s the only one I wear,” she explains, threading her fingers through my hair, pushing me downward to where I know she wants me.

  Pulling away, I stand and admire her naked form as I strip off my T-shirt and lower my pants, exposing my fully erect cock. I give her a saucy smirk when she rises onto her elbows to get a better view. As she stares at it, we both laugh when I flex the muscle, making it dance for her.

  Crawling up the bed, I part her knees, resting between them. I stop only to give her a tongue-filled lashing, and the response is immediate. Her back arches off the bed, and she grabs the bedding in her fists. Fuck she tastes good.

  “I could spend all night here, baby, but I need you like my lungs need air,” I confess. Reaching behind her, I grab a pillow and slip it under her hips. On my knees, I drape her legs over my arms, opening her to me. She’s so pink—so bare—and so fucking wet.

  We both sigh when I touch her with my cock, sliding in just past her entrance. I watch as her body accepts me and when I pull it out of her, she whimpers. I repeat the motion, giving her a little more each time. My baby loves to be teased.

  “Fuck,” she sighs, lifting her arms over her head, grasping the headboard for support.

  “Oh, I fully intend to.” Thrusting my hips forward, she squeals and shudders simultaneously.

  Damn, she’s so tight and feels so fucking good. My head falls forward as soon as I’m fully inside her.

  “Touch yourself, April. I want to watch,” I pant, pushing into her as her fingers circle herself and then when she touches me, I resist coming with all the power in me.

  On a mission, I take her by the ankles, holding her amazing legs in the air, and watch as her fingers move over herself. When her insides quiver around me, I know she’s close, especially when her hands hit the bed and her head burrows into her pillows.

  “God, baby,” she whimpers, “you know how to make me feel … so fucking good.”

  “Oh, yeah talk dirty to me,” I growl, thrusting harder and deeper.

  “I love the feel of your cock inside me—so warm and thick,” she rasps out. Dropping her legs, I lower myself over her, resting on my elbows and kiss her. With everything that I am, I kiss her.

  “April,” I pant with my forehead resting on hers. Still moving within her, I circle my hips, feeling every inch of her.

  Her fingers weave through my hair, tugging lightly. “I love you. So much,” she whispers, and that’s all it takes. I wrap her in my arms, roll us over onto our side and make love to her, feeling her vice-like walls close around me.

  “You make me feel so—oh shit, Jason,” she whimpers before her mouth attaches to mine.

  With just three more thrusts, I feel the fire spread throughout my body. She has my hair by the roots, and our mouths are inseparable as I explode inside her. Our bodies and souls become one.

  Then I hear a sniffle. I quickly roll her on her back and look into tear-filled eyes.

  “Hey—hey—hey, what’s the matter?” I ask, stroking the crown of her hair.

  “Oh, nothing. It’s stupid,” she says through another snotty sniffle. “I just had a moment.”

  “A moment of what?” I ask, wiping thin strands of hair from her moist brow.

  She turns and snuggles closer to me. “The intensity of how I felt just now—it was powerful.”

  “Are you satisfied, April?” I ask feeling that male pride and arrogance. I grin down into her tear-filled eyes when she nods.

  “Good,” I say, kissing her. “That makes me happy to hear because I am too.”

  “I’m glad,” she whispers, kissing my chin. “I’m going to take a quick shower; want to join me?”

  I answer with a grunt, jump out of bed, and I’m in the bathroom with the water running before April’s feet hit the floor.

  ~.~

  “Are you ready to go?” she calls out to me from her closet.

  “Who? Me? The one sitting here with his bag already packed and in the car? No, I’m not ready.”

  “Smart ass,” she says, kissing the top of my head as she drops one of the fifty bags she’s taking for a four-day outing.

  “April, you do know the trunk to my car is only so big and that I have a bag that needs to fit in there as well?” My heart melts to see her chin tucked into her chest as she looks up at me through her lashes.

  “Too much?”

  “All you need is one nice dress for dinner, the rest is beach wear,” I explain, taking her hands in mine. “Hurry and repack … I want to get there before dark.”

  “How long is the drive?”

  “Five hours, but there’s a place I want to stop for a late lunch, so get a move on,” I say, smacking her ass when she scurries off with one of her three bags.

  After a brief time, she comes out with just one bag, and I smile in appreciation.

  “Much better,” I say, kissing her lips softly. “Let’s go.”

  I take her bag and head down the stairs while she makes sure the doors are locked behind us. When we exit the downstairs door, April stops in her tracks.

  “How many cars do you have, Jason?” she asks, licking her lips and eye fucking my white Mercedes SLS Roadster.

  She drops her bags where she stands and walks up to investigate the car’s interior while I investigate her exterior, namely her derriere. I chuckle when she looks at me over her shoulder and busts me.

  “Do you have a car to match every tie you own?”

  “Nope. Just my shoes,” I reply with equal sarcasm. “Come on, get in.”

  “You might get lucky tonight if you let me drive this.”

  “Is this discussion open for negotiations? I’m really good at negotiating,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows.

  “I might kiss other parts of your anatomy besides your lips. Is that something we can
put on the bargaining table?” Leaning her chest into mine, she looks up at me and bats her eyelashes.

  I immediately go into a harsh coughing fit, nearly choking to death.

  “Um … Yeah!”

  “Deal,” she says, getting comfortable in the passenger seat.

  “I don’t know, Ms. Sanders, you’re a tough negotiator. Maybe you should come and work for me. No—wait, you won’t be making offers like that for anyone but me,” I say, climbing behind the wheel.

  “Wow, hired and fired in a nanosecond. Some employer you are. I didn’t even get any of the benefits.”

  “Keep it up, April,” I say, feeling my cock grow as I look at her mouth.

  “That’s the objective, Jason.”

  Once we’re out on the highway, she rests her head on the back of the seat and licks her lips while running her hand over the bulge in my pants.

  “Honey, please,” I beg, lowering my hand down the front of my pants to make a necessary adjustment. My cock is now trying to peek out above my waistband.

  I know she’s up to something when she sits up straight, looking out the rear window and then out the front.

  “Let’s see how good a driver you are.”

  I inhale deeply at the thought of what’s coming and give her a slight nod. She lays her body over the console and quickly pulls on the top of my button fly jeans, releasing the buttons. As soon as her hand lowers past the waistband of my briefs, I shudder. When she lowers her mouth over me, I fight to keep my eyes open and on the road. I bask in the sensation of her tongue circling and licking, giving a little thrust of my hips. That’s when she lowers her mouth over me completely, opening her throat, taking it all.

  “Oh, mother of God!”

  I need to close my eyes at the pleasure, but can’t. My hands tighten around the steering wheel while attempting to keep the car between the lines because all I want to do is bury my cock deeper down her throat and my hands in her hair.

  She slowly pulls me out of her mouth, making sexy slurping sounds as she does. After getting her breath, she goes back for more, and I bury one hand in her hair, wrapping the silk strands around my fingers. My hips seem to move on their own, and as I gently penetrate her mouth, the tightness begins to build in the pit of my stomach.

  “Damn, baby, I’m going to come. Shit, like right—the fuck—Now!” Trying to drive while your entire body explodes in your girl’s mouth is not an easy task. The pleasure that’s taking over my body and my need to keep my eyes on the road is just too fucking much. Just as I regain focus, I swerve and pull off to the side of the road.

  “What are you doing?” she asks as I button my jeans and get out of the car. When I reach her door, I help her out and pour my love into a single kiss because I love this woman with my heart and soul. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she returns my kiss with equal passion.

  There are only a few cars on this road, which makes it easier for my reciprocal treat for her. While she continues to devour my mouth, I lower my hand down the front of her tiny jean shorts. I know what I’ll find, but I just need to feel it.

  “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” I ask quietly, soaking my fingers in her wetness. “Do you like sucking my cock, April?” I whisper as I graze my fingers over her feeling the soft wet velvet of her bare skin. “Do you want to come?”

  Applying gentle pressure, I run my finger over her clit, circling it and then dipping inside her again. Feeling her knees buckle, I wrap my arm firmly around her waist and hold her to me.

  “Come on baby, come for me. I want to feel you … to taste you,” I say stroking her.

  “Oh, yes … don’t stop,” she pants against my neck, her hips rocking against my needy fingers.

  “Oh, yeah, here it comes. Let me hear you, baby.” And I do. She hangs onto my neck, and her legs give out as she orgasms. The way she whimpers in my ear is a fucking turn on.

  As soon as her legs are stable, I pull my hand out and look at the wetness covering my hand. I put three fingers in my mouth and suck her off them.

  “So good, baby,” I say with a sigh. She releases a shuddering breath.

  “Thank you,” she says while adjusting her shorts.

  “My pleasure. Now, let’s get this show on the road,” I say, straightening her shirt. I take her wobbly form by the waist and guide her to the driver side of the car.

  “What are you doing?”

  “A deal is a deal, sweetheart. Just stay on the ninety-four and enjoy the drive,” I say, kissing the tip of her nose.

  “Oh, yay!” she squeals. “You’re the best boyfriend ever!”

  She squirms her butt in the seat, getting a feel for it. After she adjusts the seat to fit her, she pulls out onto the road.

  “You look good in this car, babe,” I say, watching her hair blow in the breeze.

  “Thanks, lovie,” she says, giggling. I shake my head at her jovial mood, sit back and enjoy the ride.

  After several hours on the road, we enter the small village of New Buffalo. “Up here on the right is Brewster’s Italian Café, pull in there, and we’ll have lunch. I’m starving,” I say as she maneuvers the car into the parking space.

  When she goes to open her door, I stop her, and she sits back to wait for me. As soon as I walk around her side of the car, I bend over to kiss her.

  “When you aren’t working, and I’m in the car with you, you’re no longer the chauffeuse. I’ll open your door for you, all right?” I say, holding the door open for her and taking her hand to help her out of the low riding car.

  “Yes, sir. But you know no one uses chauffeuse, right?”

  “Yeah, but I like the sound of it.”

  Once I escort her inside the quaint café, we sit at a table for two. They’re situated rather close together, but the restaurant isn’t as busy as it usually is, which gives us a little more privacy than we would otherwise have. After spending some time making goo-goo eyes at each other, we get to the task of looking at the menus. I order a plate of spaghetti and April orders seafood linguini. Since we’re past the lunch hour, we enjoy a bit more alone time, and it doesn’t take long before our plates are put in front of us.

  “This is excellent,” she says, offering me her fork to sample a taste.

  “I’m glad because your sounds are sexy as hell,” I say before taking her offering.

  “Since we’ll be there in a couple of hours, and it’s still early, what’s on the agenda for today?” April asks, loading her fork for another bite of pasta.

  “I thought, once everyone arrives, we could barbecue tonight and then hang out on the beach this evening.”

  “What time are Kyle and Nicole coming?”

  “They should arrive about the same time we do, if they’re on schedule,” I say, taking the last bite of the pasta on my plate. I suck a stray noodle into my mouth and having it whip around my chin. I can feel the sauce all over it.

  After receiving one of the sweetest giggles from April, I take my napkin and wipe my face.

  “Are you almost done?” I ask, pushing my plate away. “We should get going if we want to get there before dark.”

  “Yep! Let’s go,” she says, handing me the keys.

  “You don’t want to drive?”

  “Hell, yeah!” she declares, jumping up out of her seat before I have a chance to pay the bill.

  Two and a half hours later, we pull into the long driveway.

  “Jason, I thought you said this was a cabin?” she asks, staring wide-eyed at the family summer house.

  “Well, it is when compared to our residential home, right?”

  When the garage door opens, Nicole and Kyle’s cars are already parked inside. They must have heard us arrive because everyone comes out to greet us with big smiles on their faces. I’m going to enjoy this much-needed break.

  “It’s about time you two got here. How many pit stops did you make?” Nicole asks, nudging me with her shoulder. April and I sneak a peek at each other and grin.

  “We had l
unch at Brewster’s. When did you get here?” I ask, pulling our bags out of the trunk.

  “About an hour ago.” Kyle takes April’s bag from her and carries it inside the house.

  “Is the house stocked? Do we need to make a run to the store for anything?” I look around the kitchen. “I thought we could barbecue tonight, then have a bonfire on the beach.”

  “Kyle and I brought the perfect steaks. I’ll start the marinade,” Emily says, skipping to the cupboard, pulling out the ingredients she’ll need.

  “Come on guys, let’s get the fire pit ready and set up on the beach,” I say, taking off my sneakers and slipping into my flip flops. I glance over at April at the same time she looks over at me. I walk over to her and wrap my arm around her waist, bending her over backward to place a generous kiss on her full lips.

  “Come on Jason, let’s go, man,” Adam yells from the back deck.

  “I’m coming … I’m coming,” I say, jogging out the back door and across the yard to catch up to them.

  This is the first time that Kyle and I have had a chance to talk to Adam alone, and I’m not going to pass on this golden opportunity.

  “So, Adam? Our sister, huh?” I begin. Kyle catches on to the ruse and takes his place next to me to join in. I watch a myriad of emotions cross Adam’s face as he looks between Kyle and me.

  “Um, yeah, I guess,” he replies, shocking me.

  “You guess?” I say, walking up to him. “You spend nearly every waking hour with her, and all you can say is ‘you guess’?”

  “I’m going to go old school here, Adam, and ask what your intentions are with our sister,” Kyle asks.

  “Um … guys … what’s going on?” Adam asks nervously, his body language changing from relaxed to defensive.

  “You keep Nicole out all hours of the night. She doesn’t come home most times. It seems to us that you’re sleeping with our baby sister, and you ask us what’s going on? I have to tell you, Adam, that question is unacceptable.” I fold my arms across my chest in a show of intimidation.

  “Okay … okay,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. He turns his back to us, but not before he glances at us over his shoulder.