Sweet Downfall (28 page)

He chuckled. “Too late, we’re already in.” He killed the engine. “It’s alright now. We’re private.”

She cautiously peeked outside the window. They were inside a garage of sorts and it was dimly lit. Nobody but them in sight. She straightened in her seat and smacked him in the shoulder. “How dare you bring me here! I’m not one of your cheap bimbos!”

“Stay here.” He got out and disappeared from sight.

She stayed in the truck waiting for him, fuming. The passenger door suddenly opened making her jump in surprise.

He gave her a naughty grin. “Miss me? Let’s go.”

“Jaq— ”

“Unless you wanna fuck here in the garage, let’s go,” he said warningly.

She glared at him, fighting the fluttering ache between her legs. “I want to talk.”

“We will. Upstairs.”

“We will no longer have sex, Jaq.”

“Whatever you want.”

He helped her out of the truck and holding her hand, he led her up a narrow stairs. He opened the door at the top of the stairs and nudged her into the room.

She looked around in surprise. She didn’t know motels looked like this. The room was quite spacious, cozily lit, plushly carpeted and elegantly furnished. Not cheap-looking at all. She glanced at Jaq.

He had locked the door and was now looking at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “First time?”

“Where are we?”

“Valley of Kings.”

She was even more mortified. The Valley of Kings, a chain of upscale motels peppering key cities all over the country was owned by Brandon King, a good friend of her brothers. “My God, if someone saw–”

Before she could finish, he reached behind his back and pulled off his black shirt.

That shut her up. Jaq had the body made for sex— tall, bronze-skinned, super-toned.

Grinning, he undid his metal-studded belt and unzipped his pants. He kicked off his loafers.

“Jaq, stop! Don’t..!”

He hands stilled at his waistband. “I thought you wanted a side dish?”

She flushed, her own words back-firing on her now.

“Well, this dish is not some boring, limp vegetable, mind you. It’s meat. Raw, grade A, juicy meat.”

“I’m getting married!” she shouted at him, grasping at straws, desperate to resist him. “Is that so hard to understand?! Can’t you respect that?!”

“Yes. I totally get that part now. As you wish, I’ll be your side dish.” He grinned sexily. “I promise to always be delicious for you. I want you to eat me all the time.”

His words were shameless, eroding her remaining morals. She put her hands up to ward him off. “Okay, okay, I didn’t mean what I said. That was bullshit and I’m sorry I said that. But I do intend to be faithful to Jordan when we’re married. Please, Jaq, we have to move on. Everything that happened in the past…us…the video… let’s move on from that. I will no longer hold it against you. You had every right to take revenge on me and my family. We deserved it. Please, I beg you, let’s just move on. I’m so tired of all this. I’m so— ”

He dropped his pants and stepped out of it, kicking it aside. “Tired of this?”

Her eyes were riveted to his erection. The length and thickness of it just took her breath away every time. It was a sinister-looking source of her immeasurable pleasure.

He took hold of his rigid shaft and started playing with himself. “This is definitely not tired of you. Won’t ever get tired of you for a long time.”

He was simply devoid of any inhibition. This was probably what primarily drew her to him more than anything else, his devil-may-care attitude. How else could she explain her craving for him despite all the shame and degradation he’d brought upon her? It was the sex. The incredibly addictive sex. Any woman would probably succumb to his seduction the moment he looked at her like that, as if she was the most beautiful creature on the planet that he was dying to make love to.

Who could possibly resist all that raw masculinity pulsating with unrestrained energy?

“You were saying?”

She swallowed hard, losing the battle with her conscience.

He reached her in a few strides and lifted her in his arms. “You talk too much.”

There were no preliminaries. Their heated verbal exchanges and her emotional roller coaster when they were together were enough aphrodisiacs. It was sick, so sick, but she could not control her need for him. She was a junkie and he was her drug.

Her back met the plush bed. He pushed the hem of her pencil skirt up her thighs and got rid of her underwear. He opened her legs wide for his visual inspection and he went straight to the core of her. With Jaq, she could hide nothing, for he demanded to see everything.

Her heart banged like a gong behind her rib cage as she watched his fingers separate her nether lips, peeling them wide open, revealing the flowing evidence of her craving for him.

“Beautiful…you have the most beautiful pussy, angel.” She gasped and jerked as he thumbed her pink, swollen clit. “Did you miss this?”

She gripped the sheets and didn’t answer. Smiling, he licked his forefinger wet and slowly rubbed her.

“Oooh!” she moaned, her hips lifting, electrified.

He was gently writing a continuous loop on her clit.
Oh God, so good!

She closed her eyes, her hips moving sensuously, grinding at his hand.

“Fuck, look at this juicy little cooch...”

He rimmed her moist opening, gently snaking a finger in…deeper and deeper, stretching her. He pulled out then pushed two fingers in, curving upwards. She shrieked as he stimulated that delicious spot inside her. Her juices gushed even more. The pleasure was so sharp she wanted it to stop and yet she wanted it to go on and on. “Jaq…oh God!”

“I can’t wait. I have to be inside you now.”

She opened her eyes, not wanting to miss this.

He rose on top of her. The skin of his shaft stretched fully now to reveal muscles and veins, the plum-like crown glistening. He sawed his turgid length along her moist cleft, bathing it with her fluids, again and again, till she was dizzy with intensified arousal.

Delirious with need, she grabbed his cock, pointing it to her entrance. “Jaq, please! Now, please!”

He slammed into her. Hard.

She gasped and jerked at the stabbing pressure but her well-lubricated passage aided his entry. She clamped her legs around his hips at the pleasure of him stuffing her to bursting again. She hugged him tighter with her inner walls, welcoming him, eager to do the age-old dance with him. Only him.

Kneeling on the bed, he spread her legs wider and higher. Then he unleashed his raw power on her. She arched her body to meet his strong downward strokes. He was rough but she didn’t mind. She wanted to feel his vibrating strength, dominating her, savaging her.

Her eyes caught sight of two lovers entwined in the heat of animal lust in the ceiling. The male’s buttocks moved like a jackhammer between the woman’s thighs and she could feel the impact of that powerful body battering into her repeatedly, every delicious slam and pull.

He popped the buttons of her blouse, pushed her bra up, exposing her breasts. He palmed her globes none too gently, rolled her nipples between his fingers as he rammed faster still, his grunts and groans mingling with her cries.

The image above her was so overpoweringly erotic. Jaq between her legs, taking her, plundering her core and she was loving it…loving him…loving him so much…!

She closed her eyes, her hands gripping his forearms as she shuddered, her climax hitting her so sharply she sobbed aloud in its intensity.

He panted above her, licking her lips, gorging her so deeply she thought she’d split in two and then he hugged her tightly, calling her name as his entire frame went rigid and then wracked by the seizures of his own release.

The warm essence of him flooding her felt like his love rushing inside her and she squeezed him, milked him for all that love she had missed all these years.

Sweet madness.

Moments later, she opened her eyes and looked above them. A man was sprawled between a woman’s thighs, unmoving. She was still partially dressed while he was fully naked. She ran her fingers on the man’s muscled back. He groaned like a well-fed beast.

She cupped his firm buttocks in both her hands and squeezed hard, making him groan again.

“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?” he asked lazily, nipping her neck playfully, growing hard inside her again.

She met her own eyes in the mirror above them.

Stupid, shameless heart. You never ever learn.

They were lying in bed spoon-fashion,
his arms looped around her.

Angie reveled in the feel of Jaq’s warm, smooth, sinewy skin against her back.

“Tell me again what you were saying earlier,” he murmured in her hair.

Tell him to go away and not bother you again.

Tell him you don’t want to see him again, ever.

But she couldn’t. She didn’t want to ruin the moment yet. Here she was again, having a tryst with her ex while the countdown to her wedding just started. How she managed to string herself into this impossibly complicated situation, she didn’t know. But she didn’t want to think about that now. Not today.

She was in another world, in another dimension with Jaq Montero, where nothing else mattered but the two of them. In this anonymous, little room she wanted to savor every minute of it, every precious second. This tiny fragment of the day was borrowed from their past and like a chapter from a novel, it would end soon. Truly end.

Was it too much to ask for these last few pages of time with him to last a little longer?

Her eyes misted and her emotions almost overwhelmed her. She took his hand and pressed his palm to her lips, comforting herself with his warmth.

“Can we just pretend for now that we are at Suite 200 at the Empress eight years ago?” she asked him softly.

She felt him tense but only for a few seconds. He relaxed and turned her around to face him.

They stared in each other’s eyes.

In this pretend dimension, she can hold him again. Her old Jaq.

He smiled. That tender, breathtaking smile that could melt all her doubts and fears away. She inhaled shakily. God, how she missed her old Jaq. How she missed her old self. She was so young but she was brave. She valiantly fought for love. She fought and lost.

She touched his face lovingly, wanting him to feel how much she still loved him. Couldn’t he feel it? She was overflowing with it.

“Tell me what you’d like to become in the future, Jaq Montero.”

He pretended to ponder for a bit. “I’d like to become a successful movie director and producer.”

“Hmm, not a successful rock star?”

He grinned. “I’m a successful rock star now.”

She rolled her eyes. “How modest. So, what movies would you like to do?”

“Something new and revolutionary. Something that would make people appreciate life on the edge.”

“On the edge, huh? Action or horror movies?”

“I like horror movies but mine would be really scary you won’t be able to sleep with the lights off for a year. Maybe a combination of horror and action. Or an epic fantasy set in the realm of the unknown. Or high-octane action movies.”

She laughed. “You want everything. What else?”

“I wanna do films with social consciousness, too, something that would make people see the other side of life or the road less traveled. War movies probably. Indie Films I could submit to the Cannes or Sundance.”

She smiled. “You think you’d get a Cannes?”

“Uh-huh. Maybe an Oscar, too.”

She kissed his hand. “Tall order. But knowing you, you’ll achieve anything you set your mind to.”

“You really think so?” he asked with the vulnerability of a little boy. So like her old Jaq.

“I know so,” she told him with all the pride she felt in her heart. This was the only chance she got to finally tell him how happy and proud she was of him, of his awesome accomplishments. So very proud. She combed his hair with her fingers. “You’re great now. You can be the greatest in the future. I feel it.”

He smiled boyishly, his cheeks flushing at her compliment. “What about you? What do you wanna be in the future, Angelina Yulo?”

She tried not to be overcome by her emotions. Pretending to be the Angie of eight years ago brought back her girlish yearnings of happily ever after. The yearnings that would never be realized now. “I’d like to help run the hotels someday. I’d probably take up Hotel and Restaurant Management, or Mass Communication, and pursue a masters, too. Nothing too spectacular and flashy like your goals.”

She touched the tip of his nose with her forefinger to be flippant.

“I know you can be anything you wanna be. The world is in your hands. You can have everything, angel.”

“Not everything. Nobody has everything.”
I don’t have you.

He was silent for a while, just staring at her.

“I do,” he said softly.

“Really? Tell me what you have.”