In Fear's Embrace (The Hunters' Legacy - Book 2)

Chapter 56

            It was Saturday night and Jay was getting ready in her room for the party. She took a bath, did a careful make-up and hairstyle. A bit of magic gave her hair back its natural color for the evening. The dress lay on her like a glove and the heels turned out to be quite comfortable.

            She heard the doorbell ringing from time to time, announcing the arrival of the next guests. Eventually she decided to go downstairs. She sprinkled her wrists and neck with her favorite perfume, put on long earrings and looked in the mirror again. Satisfied with the effect, she left the room.

            The party was amazing. The guests had a great time and the costumes were outstanding. Madonna, ABBA, Michael Jackson, Tina Turner. Reeve surprised her by disguising himself as John Bon Jovi. Jay had to admit he looked really sexy. She had spent most of the evening in his company. They laughed, joked and danced a lot, and of course the music of the 80's reigned. For her, it was a kind of New Year's Eve rerun, although then they did not decide on costumes.

            Around three in the morning, she decided to go to bed. She was tired from checking news reports on the latest murder all day long. She discreetly slipped out of the banquet hall, where the DJ had just played another hit and the guests hit the dance floor again. She looked into the kitchen, but Mrs. M. was already relieved of her duties and went to sleep.

            Jay flashed upstairs like a shadow. She took a deep breath as she reached her bedroom. She sat down at the dressing table. Her hair was tangled after the frantic fun, so she took off her jewelry and grabbed the brush. Once she brushed her hair, she noticed movement in the mirror.

            First she looked at Holt's reflection in the mirror, and then she stood up and turned to him. He was dressed in faded jeans, a white T-shirt, and a leather jacket. Jay easily recognized him as Bruce Springsteen. He was leaning against the doorframe and watching her closely.

-       You need something? – She finally asked.

-       I wanted to talk to you. – He said uncertainly.

-       Then I’m listening. – She crossed her arms.

            He entered her room and came closer.

-       You’re avoiding me. – He noticed regretfully.

-       I’m not! – She denied it at once. – I had a lot of catching up to do. You had a lot of work lately, hadn’t you? – She excused herself.

-       Jay! – He put his fists in his pockets. – I wanted to talk about what happened.

-       I’m really sorry! – She cut him off. – What I did was out of place! It shouldn’t have happened at all!

-       Why did you do that? – He asked gently.

-       Well… - She was looking for the right words. – I wanted to check something. – She replied evasively.

-       And? – He inquired.

-       I was wrong! – She looked him in the eyes. – I’m sorry. I put you in an awkward situation.

-       You don’t have to apologize. I should apologize to you for my reaction. – He said.

-       I don’t get it. – She was confused.

-       I saw something was wrong. You were tired and sad. And I almost used the situation.

-       But I was the one who threw myself at you, so I guess we’re even. – She shrugged.

-       Yeah. I guess. – He admitted.

            It was a great relief for her. She really feared that she would lose a friend because of her behavior. Fortunately, Holt did not take a grudge against her. She could only hope nothing would change between them.

-       Could you? – She asked, brushing her hair aside and turning her back to her.

            He stepped closer to unzip her dress. He could not help himself. She looked so beautiful. And damn sexy in a skimpy black dress that hugged her perfect body tight. He touched her back lightly. He felt her tremble under his touch, and a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped her lips. He could smell her perfume, mingled with the natural scent of her skin. This time he deliberately ran a finger down her spine. Jay arched her body and he suddenly stepped back. She turned to face him and looked him straight in the eye.

-       Thanks! – She said in a calm voice.

            He said nothing. He just turned around and headed for the door. ‘Well, it could be worse!’ She thought as she watched him leave. She went to the dresser to take out a sleeping T-shirt. She jumped at the sound of the door closing. She looked over her shoulder and raised one eyebrow in surprise.

-       You’ve forgotten something? – She asked with a laugh.

            Her smile died as Holt walked over to her and turned her to face him. His eyes were dark and they were way too close. ‘What the hell?!’ She wondered. It took only a fraction of a second before Holt took her face in his hands and kissed her hard, greedily. She felt her legs buckle under her, so she clenched her free hand on his jacket. The other was still holding her open dress. His lips were tough and possessive. He licked her lower lip, demanding access. She parted her lips and he immediately slipped his tongue between them.

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            He had to withdraw. He felt it would be better that way. Jay was his friend and John's daughter. He had no right to touch her. He wanted her, true, from the first moment he saw her at the library door. He knew there were boundaries he must not cross. Until recently, it was easier for him. They became friends and it was enough for him. But when she kissed him, he realized that he would not be able to keep his hands to himself. That was why he kept his distance for the last few weeks. It pained him a bit that Jay had never called or written anything. He thought he did not want to see him anymore after how he treated her.

            Even tonight he tried to avoid her. Reeve, on the other hand, did not even step away from her, which only made him furious. He wanted to punch his own brother. And then he saw her sneak out of the party, so he went after her. He should not have entered her room, but he cared about her to allow this incident to destroy their friendship. After a short conversation, he was sure everything would be back to normal.

            But then she asked him to help her undo the zipper on her dress. It lay perfectly on her, like a second skin. Her arms were bare, he could see scars and a strange tattoo on the back of her neck. He could not resist. He had to touch her. Her reaction surprised him, and it crossed his mind that maybe his hands were cold. He took a chance, however, and ran his finger down Jay's spine. Her body bowed. He knew he had to back off. Now! Immediately!

            She turned to him. Her eyes were slightly hazy and her lips parted. She thanked him and her voice was so calm. He did not answer. He was not able to. He just left. He thought he would come back downstairs and get quite drunk so as not to think about her. He stopped at the top of the stairs. He heard the buzz of conversation and music, but did not want to go back there. He bit his lip, hard, painful. It did not help. He turned back to her room and closed the door behind him. She was surprised, but she smiled at him.

            He was afraid he would change his mind, so he quickly walked over to her and turned her to face him. He cupped her face in his hands and took over her wine-red lips. He was like a ravenous wolf. He pressed on, demanding access to the hot inside of her mouth. Her hand tightened on his jacket, causing another wave of excitement.

            He grabbed her other hand to move it away from the neckline of her dress. The soft material slipped slowly off her slender body, revealing the delicate lace of her underwear. He looked at her hungrily. Her skin was a delicate pink and her breathing was heavy.

-       I want you Jay! – He croaked.

            He leaned in again to kiss her. His hands were everywhere. They wandered over her back, shoulders and hips. She responded to his every touch and kiss with equal zeal. She took off his jacket and reached into his T-shirt, slipped her hands under it, and touched his bare, burning skin. His stomach muscles twitched at her touch.

            He pressed her against the wall, grasped her hips and lifted her slightly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands tucked into his hair. He ran his tongue along the line of her jaw, down her slender neck, to the crease at the collarbone. Here her scent was most intense. Intoxicating. He leaned down even more, kissing the place where the bare skin bordered the delicate lace of the bra.

            He straightened up and looked deep into her eyes. He wanted to see her reaction as he reached his hands over her breasts and began to caress her n*****s with his thumbs. Her eyes fogged up, she tilted her head back and a long moan escaped her throat. He quickly got rid of the unnecessary scrap of material. Jay reached lower and almost ripped his tee off. He leaned in and drank the sweetness from her mouth.

-       Holt! – She gasped suddenly.

-       Please don’t make me stop now! – He begged.

-       No! – She shook her head. – Let’s make a deal! – She said.

-       What?! – He froze for a moment. – What deal?

-       I don’t want to destroy our friendship with what is about to happen. – She explained.

-       Jay! – He touched her cheek gently.

-       I want you, Holt! – She cut him off. – Now! But I know that you may soon meet someone you want to spend your life with. I don't expect you to give it up for me. On the contrary. Promise me that you’ll just tell me about it and then we'll part as friends, no regrets.

            He stared at her for a moment, speechless. She was totally serious.

-       You’re proposing me to be s*x buddies? – He finally asked incredulously.

-       Don’t confuse it with an open relationship! – She warned him. – If you sleep with me, it’s just me! I just want you to know that I’m not going to beset you.

-       At this moment I wouldn’t mind that. – He smirked.

            She rolled her eyes and sighed.

-       Okay! – He said finally. – Deal! – He leaned in and nipped at her lower lip. She moaned with pleasure.

            He carried her over to the bed without breaking the hot kiss. He felt her body arched, drawing even closer to him. He wanted to take her right away. Quickly and violently, but he held back. He decided to act slowly to be able to enjoy the heat of her body, the taste of her lips and the velvety touch of her skin as long as possible. He raised himself on his arm and looked at her. She was so tempting that he could not back down even if he wanted to.

            He moved his hands to her thighs, where the lace of stockings bordered on her delicate flesh. He disentangled her legs with which she bound him around his waist, shifted himself so that he could took off thin fabric from her shapely, perfectly carved legs. He caressed them, moving slowly upwards. From the delicate ankles, through the knees, to the inner thighs. Every, even the slightest tremble of her body made him want more.

            His lips marked hot trails across her body. The tongue, hot and damp, was driving her crazy. And as he reached the thin lace, her breathing quickened. She lifted her hips, demanding more. His hot lips burned through the material, giving her a sweet torture. She felt Holt slowly slipping his hand under the lace, finding the most sensitive spot and caressing it lazily.

-       Holt, please! – She moaned pleadingly.

            He read her thoughts. He tugged at the thin lace. She heard the tear of material torn and shuddered. He sank his fingers into her, Jay let out a groan o pleasure and clenched her fists on the sheets. He caressed her slowly, driving her senses to the limit. Just as she thought she could not take more, she felt his lips and his hot tongue.

-       Oh god! – She moaned, close to madness.

            Then he sped up. His movements were more brutal and rough. It hurt her, but it did not bother her. On the contrary. She felt a fever sweep over her body. She rose higher and higher, to fall down with delight into the abyss.

            But he did not let her breathe. Jay's body was still shaking with spasms as his mouth conquered hers, absorbing every moan and grunt. Her hands traveled over his muscular arms and shoulders. He was close, but that was not enough for her.

-       Now! – She demanded.

            He entered her quickly, violently, craving for her body. He felt a hunger that he needed to appease immediately. He was no longer able to control himself. He had wanted her for so long. Even in his wildest dreams, he never imagined that he would take her like a ravenous wild animal. She dug her nails into his flesh and tugged at his hair, which turned him up even more. He broke away from her mouth for a moment and plunged his face into the hollow of her neck. He felt a galloping pulse under his lips. He gently bit her skin, and after a while he began to gently suck it.

-       You’re making me a hickey! – She moaned half-conscious.

-       Hush… - He silenced her. He lifted on his elbows and looked at her. – Open your eyes.

            She did what he asked for. Her pupils were dilated and her irises were an intense turquoise color. He sped up, and her thighs wrapped even tighter around him. She made a quick turn and now he was lying on his back and Jay had taken control. She did not slow down, but imposed an even greater pace. She lifted her hands and slid her fingers into her hair. Holt took her tiny plump breasts into his hands and caressed them, brutally teasing her tight n*****s.

            He sat down and Jay shifted her position to take him even deeper. Take him all, until she felt resistance. And the pain. Their movements became jerky, their breaths choppy. Together they climbed to the top and plunged into the bottomless abyss.