Текст книги "Sweet Deal"

Автор книги: Kelly Jamieson

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Chapter Sixteen

Jake just wanted to make things better for Shelby. He hated feeling helpless, knowing there was no way to take this pain away from her. He wanted to punch something, especially seeing her face all pink and puffy from crying, still beautiful but so mournful. So he just wrapped his arms around her and tried to absorb the hurt.

“Ah, baby,” he said, stroking her hair, all soft and silky. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She nodded, face buried against his chest. “I know. I’m sorry too.”

Jake looked up and saw Riley and Myra standing across the large great room in the kitchen, watching them. He smiled briefly and they smiled back, and he could clearly see the affection in their eyes for Shelby, but it was mixed with something that looked like concern. Yeah, there it was—the concerned girlfriends. He wanted to assure them he’d look after her, but kept the words inside him. Because who was he kidding? Much as he wanted to make things all better for her, he wasn’t exactly good at looking after other people.

“Where’s Kiara?” he murmured, bending his head.

“She went to bed. She was exhausted.”

“No doubt. When did it happen?”

“About nine o’clock this morning. Come on in.”

“We’re gonna call it a night,” Riley said. “Come on, Myra.”

“But…”

With a wry grin, Riley pushed Myra out of the kitchen and down the hall.

“Let’s sit down,” Shelby said, leading him over to the couch where she curled into his arms. For long moments they were silent and he rubbed his hand up and down her back. He didn’t know what to say, so he just stayed quiet, figuring she’d talk if she wanted to.

“Thank you for coming,” she mumbled. And the next thing he knew, her breathing had deepened and she had dozed off against his chest.

Huh. He smiled as he moved a strand of blonde hair off her cheek, smoothed it back, let the silky strands slide through his fingers. She must be exhausted too. He shifted into a more comfortable position so he could just hold her and let her sleep.

He’d been avoiding seeing her and talking to her all week, but when she’d called tonight, there was no way he could deny the immediate need to be with her. Nothing else mattered, not his confusion and dilemma about Gianna or his confusion about what he was doing with Shelby. She was hurting and he wanted to help.

He let his gaze wander around the spacious living room, over modern leather furniture and sleek tables, expensive electronics and funky art. So different from Shelby’s cozy, eclectic apartment, not to mention his pigsty condo.

Shelby made a soft breathy sound, not a snore exactly, just a gentle intake of breath that made him smile again and stroke her hair. He leaned his head back onto the couch. This wasn’t the comfiest sofa he’d ever sat on, but oh well. He stared up at the white ceiling, one hand resting on Shelby’s head, the other on her back.

Life was short, and what there was of it was confusing as hell. Choices and decisions. Plans that got messed up. Plans that were messed up. What was he doing with Shelby? She’d wanted this deal too, but he felt like things were growing and building between them that shouldn’t be, and it scared the shit out of him. Panic surged inside him, almost choking him. He closed his eyes.

He should have told Gianna to forget it. Instead he’d led her on too, telling her he’d think about seeing her again. What a jerk he was. He needed to get his shit together, get his life together, make some good choices and decisions and get on with it.

When Shelby stirred in his arms a while later, lifted her head with hair hanging in her face, blinked at him with drowsy eyes and said, “Will you stay with me tonight?” he couldn’t say no.

Over the next few days, Jake helped Shelby deal with her friends and her friends’ families. He ran errands, picked up flowers and dropped them off, picked up food, booze and more booze. He accompanied her to the funeral. He held her at night when she cried, laughed with her and her friends when they shared memories of Adam.

When Kiara started having what she thought were contractions, and everyone started freaking out thinking she was going into labor, Shelby called the doctor who said they were likely Braxton Hicks contractions. Then she went on-line for more information, reassured her friend, got her calmed down, got everyone calmed down including him, even though he’d tried to hide the panic rising inside him at the thought of a woman in labor. Jesus.

Shelby went to work in the mornings, took afternoons off to help her friends, stressed about her work on this damn project and some problems that had come up with it, torn between that and her friends, killing herself trying to be there for both. At least her work was something he could actually help her with, since business process reengineering was his vocation. His area of expertise. They spent a couple of hours one evening going over her work, although she didn’t seem too happy about some of the stuff he told her about inputs and outputs and the technology they were using at Gold Shield. He knew enough about the business from the many conversations he’d had with Andrew that it was easy for him to apply his knowledge to the processes she was looking at.

And over those days he felt himself sliding into something, something sweet and warm, something hot and exhilarating, something he couldn’t name, but it both soothed him and tied him up in knots.

Finally the funeral was over and it looked as if life could go back to normal. Well, sort of normal. And certainly not for Kiara.

Jake took Shelby back to her apartment that evening, and didn’t think twice about going in with her. In her living room, they turned into each other’s arms, seeking comfort, consolation, life.

He pushed the little cardigan she wore off her shoulders and began unbuttoning the silk blouse beneath it. She stood there gazing at him, a small smile on her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?” He concentrated on the small pearl buttons.

“For being here. For being you.” She pushed his hair back off his forehead, let her fingers trail over his cheek and jaw. The tenderness of her gesture made him feel like a fist was squeezing his heart. “Take me to bed.”

Her words inflamed him. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t had sex at all the last few days—they had. But tonight felt like an ending.

And a beginning. It felt…significant. Like it meant something.

He parted the sides of her blouse, tugged it out from her skirt, skimmed his fingers over the top curves of her breasts above the lacy bra. It had been a funeral, for Chrissakes, and he’d still been imagining what she had on underneath the tidy little skirt, blouse and cardigan. He tugged the double strand of pearls she wore at her neck, getting all kinds of dirty ideas about that, using the pearls to pull her closer to kiss her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered. “Wearing nothing but these pearls.”

She moaned and clutched his shoulders.

He pushed off the cardigan, and then the silk blouse fluttered to the floor. Her zipper rasped open and the skirt joined her other clothing, leaving her standing in black high heels, black lace and pearls. Jesus. He took a moment to appreciate her with his eyes, the visual stunning and erotic and lovely.

Twisting the pearls in his hand, he turned and walked toward her bedroom, tugging her along with him. Her soft moan made him twitch hard. In her dim bedroom, he flicked on the small lamp then turned to her, still holding the pearls, making them snug against her throat, and he kissed her.

She’d had a rough day. A rough few days. He wanted to make her feel better. So much better. His tongue slid into her mouth. She tasted sweet, her tongue against his making him hard, and he wanted her. Fire lit up every nerve ending in his body and he lifted his mouth from hers and kissed her bare shoulder, licked her skin, still holding the pearls. Her soft moan inflamed his senses even more.

He managed to flick open the bra at her back and she wriggled out of it with an enticing jiggle of her lush breasts, and still he held her by the pearls as he kissed her throat and licked his way down between those breasts. Her head fell back and he took his time sucking at her tight little nipples, loving the sweetness, the feel of them fitting to his tongue, the soft resilient flesh pressed to his lips.

His other hand slid down her back and slipped into her panties, cupping one smooth cheek. She trembled and he lifted his head. “Take your panties off,” he ordered hoarsely.

Without a pause she pushed them down over her hips and stepped out of them, now wearing heels and pearls. “Oh baby,” he groaned. Reluctantly he released the necklace and lifted her. He carried her to the bed where he laid her down, gently, reverently, as if she were fragile. And he quickly stripped out of his own clothes, too many clothes, the damn suit and tie he’d worn to the funeral.

She toed off her sexy shoes, letting them fall to the rug with a thunk-thunk, and she slipped under the covers. He slid in beside her and moved over her. Her hands reaching for him, her soft murmurs of pleasure, had heat pouring over his body, liquid pleasure running through his veins.

Her body rippled under his hands as she gave herself up to him, and he got lost in it, in the sensation, in the heat, in the unbearable sweetness and erotic pleasure, but also in the emotion of it, swelling inside him, powerful and huge.

They rolled and twisted together, mouths fused in long, endless kisses, hands all over each other, sliding into a hazy, erotic dream. She bit his shoulder softly, licked his skin, made him burn. He worshiped her with his mouth, his tongue, his hands, everywhere, slipped his hand between her legs, found her soft, wet center, and rubbed his thumb over her clit until she vibrated.

He shifted away from her to reach for a condom beside the bed, and her hand on his shoulder stopped him. “No,” she whispered. He met her eyes, huge and shadowed in the dim room. “I don’t want that tonight. I want to feel you inside me—just you.”

He nodded. They’d danced casually around the subject one night, knew they were safe with each other. And he so wanted to be inside her, bare, flesh to flesh, feeling her sweet heat. He fell over her, buried his face in the side of her neck, breathed in the familiar peachy-pear scent of her. He felt something clench in his chest, struggled to breathe, then levered himself up above her.

The pearls lay at her throat, creamy and gleaming softly in the low light. Her lips parted, her eyes gazed up at him, her hands on his chest. Their gazes held for a long moment while heat built and shimmered around them. His heart beat in a slow, heavy rhythm against his ribs at the raw emotion on her face, her shining eyes, soft mouth.

He twined his fingers into the pearls once more, made them a snug collar, the gesture utterly dominant, possessive and claiming. And still she held his gaze, submitting to him, surrendering to him, allowing him to claim her and in doing so, completely captivating him and making him hers.

He lifted her thigh, pushed into her body, and as his bare flesh met hers, scalding hot and wet, as she surrounded him and tightened around him, sensation poured over him, and the overwhelming intimacy of it made him feel like he was dying and flying up to heaven, lost, completely lost. He slid in and out of her silky heat as she squeezed around him, her small hands pressed to his chest.

“Jake.”

He gazed down at her, riveted by the sight of her beautiful face, his hand holding the pearls at her throat, her bare shoulders, as he thrust deeper, harder, felt her lift into him. He watched her eyelids drift closed, her mouth open, drank in her hot little whimpers and soft sighs that built to a climax of pleasure, her fingernails digging into his pecs in a sweet bite of pain. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as watching her come, her body tightening, her pussy rippling around him, and it undid him, the surge of sensation and emotion inside him almost unbearable.

This was what he wanted, what he needed, what he wanted to give, this was everything. It was sex. It was life. It was love.

His thighs quaking, his balls tight, the tension at the base of his spine sizzled painfully. His vision darkened, electricity sparked up his spine, frying his brain, singeing every nerve ending in his body. He dropped his head between her breasts and he came, his cock jerking with every wrenching pulse inside her, so hard and violently, he was afraid he’d completely lost his mind.

And his heart.

Chapter Seventeen

A melting sweetness throbbed through Shelby as Jake’s heavy weight pressed her into the mattress, and tears welled in her eyes at the perfection of it, the overwhelming intensity of it, the rush of emotion inside her so strong, so sweet.

She wrapped her arms around his back and held on tight, as tight as she could. His face buried between her breasts, he drew in long, ragged breaths. He had to feel it too. It was too powerful not to.

Oh dear lord. This wasn’t supposed to happen to them. This was a deal. A sweet deal, yes, but a deal nonetheless, both of them on the same page about not wanting a relationship, not wanting anything more than hot sex and a fake boyfriend for her.

There was nothing fake about the emotion swelling in her, so achingly lovely, so terrifyingly real. He consumed her, he took possession of her, and she’d willingly let him, given herself over to him completely, and not just her body, knowing that giving herself to him was not only what he wanted and needed, but was what she wanted and needed. He was what she wanted and needed.

She was in love with him.

She sucked in her bottom lip, eyes stinging, heart constricting. She knew he’d felt something, but he was a guy, and maybe it was just his orgasm that had made him look so…what? What had that look in his eyes been? It looked like tender possession, like worship and devotion, but was it really love?

“Oh, Shelby.” His murmured words had her blinking tears as he moved on her, lifting himself so he could kiss her. A long, tender kiss that had her heart turning over. “You undo me, baby. Completely undo me.”

She blinked up at him and gave a shaky smile as he rolled to his side, pulling her with him, still inside her in the most intimate of connections. He pulled her thigh over his hip and tucked her head under his chin.

She wanted to talk. She so wanted to talk, to ask him a million girlish questions about his feelings. But she’d done that before—asked all those questions right after sleeping with a guy, a guy she probably shouldn’t have slept with, then felt him withdraw and cool off. Never to be seen again. So she kept her questions to herself, snuggled into Jake. She loved how he felt against her, big and hot, hair roughened and masculine. She loved how his hand stroked absently up and down her spine, sending a torrent of tingles over her when he reached that sensitive spot at the base of her spine and lingered there.

“Back to work tomorrow?” he asked her, his hand sliding back up her spine.

Okay. So this was where the after-sex talk was going to go.

“Yeah.” She sighed. “Thanks for your help with my project stuff. I’m going to have to meet with Andrew and go over it all.”

“You’re welcome. I like doing stuff like that. Better than my own job, in fact.”

She lifted her head. “If you don’t like your job, you should quit. Life’s too short to be miserable all day, every day.”

“I guess.”

“The economy is picking up. Are you sure you couldn’t do it?”

“I need a partner.”

“Why?” She rubbed her hand over his shoulder. “Really, why? You’ve got everything you need. Look how you helped me with that problem. You know your stuff. That wasn’t even your company and you knew how to help me. You didn’t make me feel like an idiot. You even came up with a great idea for how to fix things.”

“No. You came up with the great idea.” He smiled at her. “Maybe my suggestions sparked something, but you came up with it on your own, and I have to say, it’s brilliant.”

Warmth spread in her chest. “I’d hire you.”

“Thanks.” His smile deepened.

“Seriously, Jake. Is it the money? Do you need someone else to make it work financially?”

“No.” He ran his hand over the curve of her butt and she wriggled against him in response. “I have enough money put aside. There aren’t huge start-up costs for a consulting business. I could even work from home at first.”

“You might need to tidy up a little.”

For that he gave her a little swat on the butt, but he smiled.

“I just need money to keep me going until revenue starts coming in. That could take a while.”

He told her then about his plan, about the contacts he’d made, about how he’d approached many of them about whether they’d use his services and how he’d felt confident he had a good start on a client base.

“There you go. You could totally do it.” She paused. “Look at what happened to Adam.”

“What do you mean?”

“He was only a few years older than you.”

“I know. It’s scary, isn’t it?”

“But in a way, it makes you think. What if we only had a few years to live? How would you want to spend it?”

He gazed back at her and then his eyes closed and his arms tightened around her. “Yeah,” he said, raw emotion roughening his voice. “Yeah.”

The next day both Jake and Shelby returned to work full time, ready to get caught up. In his office, that feeling of a new beginning stayed with Jake. He remembered how Shelby’s faith in him when they’d talked last night had made his heart squeeze, how he’d gazed back at the beautiful, loving, supportive woman in his arms, and how that sensation of falling had come over him, and how he’d grabbed on to her and held her tight.

He also recalled the conversation he’d had with Drew.

Having just attended the funeral of a thirty-three-year-old man must have shaken him up a bit, made him think of all kinds of shit. Shelby made him think of all kinds of shit. The bigger picture of his life. He was usually so good at seeing the big picture. But now he saw how for the last year he’d been so narrowly focused on how wrong he’d been done, rejected, abandoned, full of self-doubts, that he’d lost sight of his goals and plans and hopes and dreams.

He went back to the file he’d kept on his USB drive for the last year. The business plan for the consulting business he and Andrew had been starting he’d told Shelby about. The financials. The market research. The list of potential clients. The economy was picking up. Things were a lot more positive than they’d been a year ago.

She’d been right. He didn’t want to sit there working for someone else for the rest of his life, all safe and secure, but bored and frustrated. He’d never been afraid to take risks.

He thought of Shelby getting fired from her job for something she hadn’t even done, how she’d been kicked in the teeth, but hadn’t let it get her down, how she’d gone on with dogged determination and optimism that everything would work out fine. And how when he’d been kicked, he’d let it drag him down and keep him there.

He wasn’t going to be like that anymore. He closed his eyes briefly as he considered what he was about to do. Yeah. He was going to do it.

Then he rose to go into his boss’s office.

“You’re kidding me,” Tom said, moments later, staring at him. “You’re quitting?”

“Yeah.” Jake ran a hand through his hair and gave a weak smile. “I’ve given this a lot of thought and it’s what I want to do.”

Tom leaned back in his chair. “We’ll miss you, Jake. You’re bright and talented. Could I convince you to stay? Is it more money you want?”

“No. It’s not the money.” He briefly explained his plans to Tom, who, despite their different styles, had been good to work for. “The usual notice is two weeks, but if you need me to stay longer while you find a replacement, I can be flexible.”

“We’ll see, thanks. Maybe we have someone internally we can move into your position.” He shook his head. “Wow. That takes some guts. I wish you well, though.”

“And keep me in mind if you need a consultant.” Jake grinned.

His boss laughed. “Yeah. I’ll do that.”

Jake returned to his office, excitement building in him now that he’d done it. Holy shit! He’d quit his job. He laughed out loud, alone in his office, eager to share his news with Shelby. He didn’t want to tell her over the phone though. He’d go see her later, tell her in person, and celebrate with some sheet-twisting sex, maybe. He knew she’d be happy for him, after her encouragement last night, and he wanted to see that approval on her face, to know she had his back.

Oh man. He was in deep, no doubt about it. It was terrifying. Exhilarating. But terrifying.

He worked late, emerging onto the sidewalk in the evening sunshine. Much of the rush-hour traffic had disappeared, although the downtown street was still busy with people going for after-work drinks or dinner. His eye was caught by a woman standing at a parking meter, fiddling with it.

She looked up and saw him. His footsteps slowed but he kept walking toward her.

Her smile was lovely, if a bit hesitant. “Hi.”

“Hi, Gianna. What are you doing here?”

“Just…um…parking.”

He lifted an eyebrow.

“I never heard back from you,” she said in a rush. “You said you’d think about it. I’m going crazy, Jake! I wanted to see you!”

“I’ve been busy.”

Her eyebrows slanted down. “With that girl? The one who works for Andrew?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you in love with her?”

He stared at her, unwilling to go there even in his own mind.

“Just have a drink with me,” she said, laying her hand on his arm.

Were they really having problems, her and Andrew? He searched her face. Maybe he should talk to her, find out what was going on. Maybe in some way this would help him help Shelby.

“Okay.”

“It’s late and my mind isn’t working.” Andrew leaned back in his chair. “Let’s call it a night and talk more about this tomorrow.”

Shelby nodded and gathered up her papers. “Okay.” But even though her head was pounding and she was so, so tired, she wasn’t finished. She’d shared with him what she’d learned about the intake process and changes that needed to be made to it, and how it impacted the new payments system project. She’d wanted to make sure she had all her facts and figures straight before she talked to him. He liked facts and figures. Now she and Andrew had spent hours going over everything, and she sensed his concern about the project. But she still hadn’t shared her potential solution.

It was late. She rubbed her throbbing temples, still tired from the funeral and everything that had happened, and then catching up with work.

“Go home,” Andrew said gently. “Better yet, let’s go get a drink. You could probably use it.”

She bit her lip and looked away from him. How many times could she say no? He knew she had a boyfriend now. She’d made sure to mention Jake as much as she could when he’d asked about Adam’s funeral and how Kiara was doing. She was tired and all she wanted to do was go home, but maybe she could still talk a little business and tell Andrew she thought she knew how to fix things so the project could move forward.

“Sure. Okay.”

They left the office together and walked down the street and around the corner to the small bar they sometimes went to for happy-hour drinks, Callahan’s, a popular after-work place.

They walked into the dimly lit bar, and the noise of voices talking mingled with music and clinking glasses surrounded them. Shelby blinked. Why had she agreed to this? She really just wanted to go home. And see Jake. But Andrew was her boss, and her job was important to her.

She scanned the room for an empty table, and they walked a little farther into the room. Booths lined one wall, but they were all full too. “Maybe the bar?” she said, going on her toes to speak into Andrew’s ear.

“I guess.”

They moved toward the long bar of polished oak and glass, a huge mirror behind it. They found two stools near the end of the bar, and Shelby climbed up onto one. The mirror behind the bar reflected the room back to her. Reflected the image of a man who looked like Jake. A smile breaking across her face, she swiveled on her stool to look at him in person, to make sure it was in fact him, ready to go over to him.

It was him all right, but he wasn’t alone. He sat at a small table in the dim recesses of the bar with a dark-haired woman who had Shelby’s eyes almost popping out of her head. Andrew’s wife!

Her mouth fell open as she stared at Jake and Gianna, sitting side by side, their heads bent close together, talking in what appeared to be an intense conversation.

“What’s wrong?” Andrew turned too to see what she was looking at. Shelby made a squeak of warning but it wasn’t even a word and it was too late. He too had spotted Jake and Gianna. She turned her gaze up to Andrew, sitting beside her, watched the reaction on his face—eyes widening, brows drawing down, mouth opening and closing and then opening again.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed. His cheeks got very red and his breath came fast and shallow.