Divinely Living (Surviving Series) (30 page)

“It’s been a few hours since you’ve actually seen my cock and balls, Ava. I think it’s time to reacquaint you and show you just how hot they can be.”

“God, yes please,” I moaned loudly as he pushed me further into his thick and ready cock and carried me easily to the bedroom.

***

Day and night passed in a blur of sex, sweat riddled bodies and tangled limbs. After countless orgasms and being filled with copious amounts of Jonah’s semen, which he licked from my sore and swollen sex numerous times, he finally had his fill of my body and granted me a few hours sleep. The man’s virility knew no bounds, my body was his, he owned me, and that meant I was never off bounds. A fact he reminded me of repeatedly as he made me scream his name and ownership rights time after time. Feeling more sated than I ever imagined possible, the call of slumber became too intense to deny. Spooning me from behind with his hand placed possessively across my stomach I drifted off.

An almighty crash pierced through my dream world of endless brown haired, blue eyed baby Jonah’s, and pulled me abruptly into reality. Bright Chicago summer light blazed through the half drawn bedroom curtains. Opening my eyes, an enraged Jonah stood at the foot of the bed and my phone lay in pieces on the floor beside him. A small crack in the room wall indicated that is how my phone met its demise and from the white fury radiating from my naked lover, he was the one who had helped it connect with the wall. Raking tired green eyes over his shaking form, his hands were clenched in violent, white knuckle force and his jaw was locked in a teeth shattering hard line. His cock was semi hard, thickened, every vein adorning his angry looking shaft profoundly outlined beneath his foreskin. Every muscle in his body was rigid and taught his stance offensive as if ready to pounce on whatever the hell had fucked him off. Moving into a sitting position, I supported myself on the bed pillows and waited for him to unleash the wrath he was struggling to contain.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I asked my voice sounding irritated at having been woken up after such little sleep.

His sapphire eyes bore into me, a snarl curling at his lip. “I’m going to ask you a question and I expect the truth, Savannah. Fucking lie to me and I will smash this god damn hotel room to pieces.”

My brow wrinkled. “I’m always truthful with you, Jonah. I’ve never lied to you.”

He continued to stare, his hands still clenched at his sides. Swallowing loudly, he took a deep breath. “What does Cameron Collins mean to you?”

“Where on earth did that come from?” I almost yelled at him.

His voice was menacingly quiet. “Answer the fucking question, Savannah. I’m barely holding my shit together right now so please just answer the
mother fucking
question. What does he mean to you?”

I crossed my arms and glared back. “Cameron is a good friend. Charlotte and Cameron were the only ones who kept me sane after seeing you with Darcy. Now you answer my question and tell me why the hell my phone is smashed and you’re asking me ridiculous questions that you already know the answers to.”

Trying to regain his composure, he closed his eyes and tipped his head backwards. “Are you sure that’s all he did, Savannah? Is friendship all he gave you?”

I was quickly becoming as enraged as Jonah looked. Throwing off the bed covers; I hopped out of bed and dragged his t-shirt over my bare body. “How dare you insinuate my friendship with Cameron was ever anything more than just that? Either start explaining yourself, Jonah or you can fuck the hell off until you calm down and can talk about whatever pissed you off so badly, in a calm manner.”

He stepped in front of me and blocked my path as I made for the door. Pinning me to the wall, his arms caged me against the cool plaster and his face was only inches from mine.

“If he ever laid a finger on you, if he ever sampled what’s mine, I’ll kill him, Savannah.”

“It’s never been like that between us, Jonah, well not from my point of view anyway,” I yelled in his face.

“So he wanted more?  Or should I say he wants more, judging by the text the fucker sent you,” Jonah bit out.

I held my breath as my mind raced back to the day he revealed his feelings for me when I met with Cameron and Thomas. I remembered how he held me, how for one second being flush against his body had felt confusingly good. I also remembered that the feeling had been only for a second and that my true feelings for Jonah made me walk from his arms and inform Cameron that Jonah was the only man for me. Jonah
was
the only man for me and always would be. I made that perfectly clear. So what in gods name was written in a text that had managed to make Jonah lose his damn mind?

“What did the text say, Jonah?” I lowered my voice and spoke softer than before. He dipped his head to my shoulder, exhaled then lifted his eyes to mine.

“What happened the day you met with Cameron and his dad Savannah? According to Mr Collins, something important occurred between the two of you that day. So important, he can’t stop thinking about it and hates himself for everything that has happened between you since.” He stared through me again. “So, I’ll ask you one more time. What the fuck is going on with you and Cameron?”

“I can’t believe you went through my phone and read a text that was meant for my eyes only.”

“I didn’t. It was there on your phone so I looked. I thought it might be Mason.”

I shoved at Jonah’s solid chest and he reluctantly moved to the side. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I held my hand out to him and tugged him to sit beside me when he hesitantly placed his hand in mine.

“I have no secrets, Jonah. Nothing happened between Cameron and me and it never will,” I spoke firmly.

“He didn’t send that text for no reason, Ava. Something occurred that day and I need to know what.”

I sighed and turned sideways still holding his hand, as I looked straight at him. “You have no idea what finding you, with that whore, did to me. You literally broke my heart and the only people there to pick up the pieces were Charlotte and Cam. I truly had no idea how Cameron felt about me and would never have leaned on him so much for support if I had. Charlotte knew and said nothing to me, not until the day we argued in the airport and even then I didn’t fully process what she was telling me. The day I met with Cameron and Thomas he told me he loved me and wanted to know if there was any chance of us ever being together. I’ve already told you that your suspicions were correct.”

Jonah yanked his hand from mine and rubbed his hands across his scowling face. Determined not to leave out any information this time, I continued while he flopped down onto the bed and covered his eyes with his arm.

“We shared a hug and nothing more. I told him I loved him but not in the way he wanted me to. I could never love any man in that way when my heart is already taken. I haven’t seen or spoken to Cameron since that day. And that is all there is to know, Jonah, I promise you. The text was probably his way of an apology which, had I read it, I would have accepted because he did nothing wrong. He fell for the wrong person that’s all, and even though we will never be more than friends, I do want him in my life. The Collins family are like my own family Jonah, and I’ll never turn my back on them after everything they have done for me.”

Rising onto my knees, I swung a leg over Jonah’s hips and straddled him. His bare cock was scorching hot and ready for action as it lay between the swollen folds of my sex. After Jonah’s relentless love making, every inch of flesh between my thighs felt sore and unbelievably sensitive. But that didn’t stop the instantaneous wetting of my sex and muscles clenching in my core as his shaft brushed against my clit. I could see him absorbing my words and processing their meaning as I sat over him. With a growl, he snapped into a sitting position, lifted my hips and penetrated me in one balls deep thrust that stretched my soreness to its most painful limit. His palms pulled me roughly down the full length of his erection, his grunt of pleasure as he fully claimed me aroused me immediately.

“I always knew he wanted what was mine,” Jonah groaned as he slid me upwards, my sex gripping his shaft tightly before easing me back down again. “No man gets to see you or feel you like this again. No man but me.”

He began to thrust, his rhythm urgent and his intentions clear. I was his and his alone. He was taking what another man wanted but was unable to have. As sore and painful as having him inside me may have been, I put up no resistance. It was my job to look after the man I loved, allow him the freedom of my body when he chose to have it. And as the pain began to lessen, replaced by a slow toe curling burn within my groin, my body softened to mould around him and matched each up and down stroke as we fucked each other furiously. The slaps of our flesh colliding and mutual groans and pants sent my arousal into over drive. Pulling at his silky hair, I tipped his head backwards and bit his bottom lip hard. My fingers raked at his shoulders and his bare back as he fucked me hard.

“I am the only one allowed to make you come, Ava. You come for me and no other do you understand?” he breathed in my ear before nipping the lobe with his teeth.

“God yes,” I moaned on a long, deep thrust that battered against my womb. “It’s only you. There will only ever be you.”

“Then show me, Ava, come for me, baby,” he growled and thrust harder.

I came violently and on cue, my scream wrenched from my throat under the overwhelming pressure released from my core. He jerked viciously, his teeth clenched as he spilled into me, a rush of hot semen lubricating my sex walls as he continued to push into me. I clutched his head to my breasts, his laboured breaths moistening the t-shirt I still wore, as his mouth opened over my aching nipple and sucked through the cotton material. As the air returned to my lungs and the strands of orgasm subsided, I tucked myself beneath his chin and pressed my face to his throat.

“Why do I feel as though I’ve just been marked for life,” I gasped, my breaths short and fast.

“Because you have,” he replied with a harsh breath. “And I intend to mark you in the same way for the rest of our lives. The thought of you with another man shreds my soul. I have to remember Mason is your dad when he puts an arm around you, and I fight the urge to murder him for doing so.”

“Your protectiveness makes me feel safe. But you can’t keep reacting like this every time a man gives me a hug or speaks to me in a way you disagree with. My phone provider won’t keep providing me with replacements every time your jealous side rears its head.”

His body relaxed against mine, and his hold on me eased. I was still straddling him, his cock already hardening inside me and as much as the thought of initiating round two was arousing, I was exhausted and my body ached like hell. I was also aware of the fact that I was now pregnant and although sex was healthy during pregnancy, my nurturing instincts told me to take it down a notch just for now. I needed my strength to keep my precious cargo safe. Convincing Jonah of that would prove difficult judging by the pulsating sensations inside me, and the heat already flooding his eyes. Wincing, I reluctantly removed myself from his lap and ignoring the disapproving groan he gave me, headed straight to the toilet to clean up. Jonah followed me in, accepting the washcloth I handed him and cleaned himself with it. Yawning loudly, I freshened up, all the while hyperaware of Jonah’s gaze burning into me while I moved around in front of him.

“You looked tired,” he said with concern.

I yawned again and stretched out my weary limbs as I walked back into the bedroom. It may have been broad daylight outside but I didn’t care. Keeping Jonah satisfied was a full time job and he was depleting my energy daily. Wanting nothing more than to creep under the covers and stay there for the rest of the day, I almost jumped into the bed and snuggled into the mattress.

“I have an over protective, fucking machine, to keep happy. I do occasionally, need to replenish the reserve tanks,” I mumbled, sleep already closing my eyelids.

“I’m wearing you out,” he bended his head and kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m just exhausted,” my voice sounded quieter still. “And I’m pregnant. Maybe that’s the cause of all this tiredness.”

His face hovered above mine. “I’m getting you checked over as soon as we arrive in London. I need to know you’re both fit and healthy.”

I half nodded in agreement as my body relaxed and darkness closed in. Jonah’s voice sounded muffled as he kissed me again and whispered in my ear. “Get lots of rest baby. I’ll be ready and packed when you wake up.”

Those were the last sounds I heard as curling my arm around my stomach I yawned, tugged the covers underneath my chin and fell soundly asleep.

***

It was evening before I woke feeling as though I’d slept for a week and was totally refreshed. True to his word, I found Jonah busy snapping cases shut and rifling through the relevant paperwork we needed for our return journey home. He was wearing his trademark black, three piece suit, white shirt and tie, which immediately spiked my curiosity.

Padding over to one of two sofas in the living area, I sank into the luxurious fabric, leaned against an armrest and rested my chin on my hand.

“Don’t you think the suit is a little too much for a long flight home?” I asked with my eyebrows raised in question.

Jonah briefly glanced over our passports then shoved them both in his carry bag. “I was about to get changed,” he glanced up at me with a smile. “You look better, sweetheart. The sleep did you good.”