Chapter 133: Chapter 133
Amelia's POV
"Jackson, home," Tristan instructed his chauffeur as he opened the door and we climbed into a white BMW. Tristan looked livid with anger as he sat down beside me and took out his phone to avoid looking at me. I sat back and closed my eyes. I didn't wish to create a scene in front of his chauffeur.
I might have dozed off, as I felt hands beneath my legs as I was carried bridal style all the way up the elevator to his apartment.
"I'm awake. Please put me down," I said to him. He put me down slowly and held me by the waist as he punched the security code in and walked in pulling me along as if I would escape any minute, followed by Jackson who deposited my trolley bag at the foyer.
"Thank you, Jackson, you don't need to come for the next 2 days. I'll call you after that," he said. Jackson deposited the car keys at the bowl near the entrance and after a nod, left, closing the door behind him. I was apprehensive of his reaction now. What would he do? Would he punish me?
He then turned to me and glared angrily at me. "What do you think you were doing with Theo?" He gritted out, his eyes fixed upon me. I squirmed under his angry look. I knew we were just playing but would he believe me? He had made such a big issue out of nothing, then what would he do out of this?
"It's not what you think," I said defensively. "We were playing," I said, knowing how lame it sounded. He didn't believe a word I said as he scoffed and looked away. "Adrian and Theo took away Arielle's toy and she wanted me to rescue it, so I was just trying to take away Bruno from him, but he didn't want to lose, so he fought for control over Bruno," I continued grinning like a fool. I couldn't help it, the situation was so funny.
"What? You were playing with Bruno?" He asked in disbelief as I nodded. "How mature!" He said with a smile of relief. I smiled back too as he pulled me into his arms. My heart jumped with joy that he finally believed me. His fingers tangled into my hair and he leaned toward me. I had been waiting for this moment for so long that I eagerly wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Oh, Jay!" a moan escaped me as I closed my eyes, waiting for him to crash his lips on mine. When his mouth finally claimed mine in a heated kiss, I surrendered to him, there and then. His eager mouth tugged at my lower lip, and I willingly opened my mouth for him. A deep groan of satisfaction escaped him and he deepened the kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I kissed him back, as he let me take over. We gasped and broke away for breath.
"Oh my baby doll, I've missed you so much," he said in a husky voice as he again captured my lips, kissing me slowly, lingeringly. When he at last released me, I remembered what he told me and indignation rose inside me. No, I couldn't believe him. He couldn't have missed me as I did, or else he would have responded to my messages.
"No, you haven't missed me at all. It seems as if the only one who missed you," I complained. His hungry eyes looked at me with excitement.
"I have, very much. Let me show you first. We can talk later," he said impatiently.
Before I could realize what was happening, his hands caught my hips kneading my hips as he hoisted me effortlessly. I tangled my legs around his waist, feeling his hardness against my core. A flash of hot molten release made me dripping wet already for him. I held onto his neck and kissed the sensitive spot below his ear, making him groan with need. He climbed with me up the stairs to his bedroom, as if I didn't weigh anything at all.
"Don't start something that you cannot finish, baby doll, " he whispered hoarsely. I grinned. I was waiting for him to say it. Little did he know that I was ready for him this time. In fact, I couldn't wait for him to make love to me.
"What's making you grin, now?" asked Tristan suspiciously. I started licking a trail of fire down his neck and he quickened his pace.
"I can finish what I started, Jay," I whispered into his ear, biting his ear lobe. His breath hitched,
"Is it? Prove it," he whispered back, reaching his bedroom. Excitement danced in his eyes as he kicked the bedroom door shut and deposited me on the bed. He wasted no time and followed me to the bed, hovering over me. He caught the hem of my top and pulled it over my head in one yank as 8f impatient to feel me. His deft fingers went behind me, and he unhooked my bra and pulled it out and away, exposing my creamy brea*ts to his hungry eyes. With a groan, his mouth devoured my bre*st, one at a time, sucking and teasing with his tongue as his hand massaged, kneaded, and pleasured the other one. A soft moan of pleasure escaped me while my hands went to his shirt, opening the buttons and easing it out of him. I fumbled with his belt but he unbuckled it with a smirk for me.
He stood before me in all his magnificent glory and I blushed to see him for the first time. His eyes never left mine as his fingers caught the waistband of his black briefs and he pulled them down exposing his massive arou*al. His thighs were thick and muscular, his well-maintained six-pack abs rippled as he approached me, like a predator towards his prey, his eyes hypnotizing me. He hooked his fingers on the waistband of my jeans and pulled them down along with my panties. He parted my legs and kissed my thighs, slowly going up to my core as his mouth pleasured me there followed by his hands. After a hot release, he again worked on my brea*ts. I kept moaning loudly, unable to contain the pleasure.
"Are you ready for me, Amy?" he asked earnestly, using my name for the first time, giving me ample time to back out. But I was sure that this was what I ever wanted and will always want. I would never back out.
"Yes, Jay, make love to me, please," I pleaded, my voice hoarse with desire just like he was.