The day was busier than I had expected. Lydia kept the ball rolling for me, warding off calls that I didn’t need to handle, keeping people out of my office and my way so I could finish all the things necessary to be gone for the weekend. I couldn’t wait to take Lacie home. I knew it would be emotional, but I hoped to make it fun to. I want her to have happy memories, or at least try to change some of the bad memories into happy ones.
I had gotten a phone call from Lacie’s friend today to let me know that the hotel was expecting us to check in around seven thirty that evening, they would have a table for two ready just as I specified and the champagne I had requested would be there as well. The room was a suite in the best hotel in Brooketown. I wanted to show Lacie a little taste of extravagance.
I was surprised when Abigail wanted to know if we planned on staying there the whole weekend. I had assumed that’s where we would stay, but evidently her children liked having Lacie with them when she came home. I couldn’t refuse, even if it meant I’d be sleeping on the sofa and Lacie would be sleeping with one of the kids. I’d give in this time and share, but next time we visit, I want her to myself, at least in the evenings.
I called the hotel and changed our reservation to be just for the one night and I’d just have to make the most of it. Abigail was happy I was willing to change things. She said it would be okay if I wanted to stay at the hotel since she didn’t have enough rooms for us to have our own room. I told her I wouldn’t mind sleeping on the sofa. I just wanted to be with Lacie. Where she went, I would go. It would only be one night, Lacie can make it up to me. I chuckled to myself just as Lydia walked in.
“Do I even want to know what that chuckle was about and the grin the size of Texas is on your face?”
Our relationship had evolved into one of friendship. She was always quick thinking ahead to what I may need. She was prepared for nearly everything. The woman was a godsend, and to think I almost lost her.
“Nope, I’m quite sure you don’t want to know.”
I grinned at her, “Are you sure you will be okay here to put out any fires that arise over the weekend? I don’t want to stress you or take you from your husband.”
Lydia waved me off. “Of course I’ll be fine. Besides, if I’m not, you’re a phone call away. I got this. Jax, I just want you to enjoy yourself. You deserve this break. If you ask me, it’s not nearly long enough.”
She was right. I needed a real vacation. Maybe I could get Lacie to take a trip with me. We could go anywhere she wanted to go as long as it involved her with very little clothing on the whole trip. My grin escaped my lips.
“You’re doing it again. Stop with that grin, I know you’re thinking about sex when you grin that way. Ugh, Jax you’re my boss, yuck.”
I laughed hard at her, “Come on, give me a break. I’m sure it will wear off in say, 100 years or so.”
Lydia was smiling back at me.
“You really are happy with her aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Is she just as happy Jax or are you steam rolling her along?”
I drew my brows in. “I don’t steam roll anything Lydia. I bull doze it and take off running.”
She shook her head at me.
“No Lydia, I don’t really know. I think she feels the same about me but is too scared to open up completely. I hope this weekend makes a difference for her. I want her to see how much I care and that no matter what our differences she fits into my world, because she is my world.”
Lydia looked at me and leaned over the desk to meet my eyes.
“You’re in love with her.”
I was shocked by her declaration. No, I’m not in love. Am I? Come on get a clue, of course you are. Why else would you do all this? I can’t stand the thought of not being with her every day. I want to be with her when she needs me, I want to hold her in my arms when she’s sad, I want to fuck her so hard that she’ll never forget that she belongs to me. God, I can’t even imagine her not being with me.
“I guess I am, Lydia. Who would have thought I’d fall in love again? The first time nearly crushed me. I didn’t allow myself time for love, but Lacie, she got to me. She makes me feel. I’m in love with her.”
Lydia watched the emotions run across my face. She moved back standing straight in front of me. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at me,
“What are you going to do about it? Are you going to tell her?”
I stood up and turned to look out the window behind my desk. I thought about it, could I tell her without freaking her out and sending her running?
“I don’t know Lydia. I think it’s too soon for her. I may scare her and I can’t have her taking off again on me. I think I need to make her fall in love with me first. Then I’ll tell her, then I’ll truly make her mine.”
I heard Lydia behind me as she turned to head out of my office, “Don’t play games Jackson, someone always loses. Tell her, open up and be honest.”
My office door closed with a click and I was alone with my thoughts.
Diane took me for a ride I never banked on. I didn’t trust women after her and I sure as hell didn’t want to give my heart to one again. With Diane I found that after I got over the shock of what she did, I never really truly loved her. I loved the idea of her.
The perfect power couple is what I thought we were. She was smart, sophisticated, polished if you will. But she was an evil bitch that only thought of herself and what was in it for her. She never wanted the same things I did, including a family and monogamy. I liked things a bit kinky from time to time, but not like her. I don’t like to share what’s mine. I won’t share what’s mine. I also won’t stand for betrayal.
I shook it off and looked at my watch. Shit, I had an hour before I wanted to leave the office. I wanted to be home by 5:30 and on the road by 5:35 I laughed, of course I didn’t allow myself much time, but my bags were packed all I had to do was grab my things plus Lacie’s and off we went. That gave us just under two hours to get there. At this time of the evening we shouldn’t hit too much traffic and it hopefully won’t take any more time than that to reach the hotel. I had a dress hanging in my closet for Lacie to wear and I was going to change once I got home so that would cost me some time, but all in all, we should make it.
I dove back into my papers and finished the last review of some purchases for a new client and Lydia walked in.
“Time to go, boss. You need to hit the road to keep on schedule.”
I looked at my watch and realized she was right. I needed to get going to make the trip home in time to get on the road. I was even ahead of schedule. I placed the papers in Lydia’s hands and kissed her cheek.
“You are the best. Type these proposals up for me and then head out. Do not come into the office this weekend unless it’s an emergency. I mean it. Spend time with your husband and enjoy the weekend. If you need to, transfer me any calls that are necessary.”
Lydia took the files. “No worries, Jax, I got this. These should take me only a half hour, then I’m heading home. Enjoy. Remember what I said, no games.”
I shook my head and headed out the door. I didn’t even look back. I was ready. Lydia was right. I needed this.
I pulled up at home and pulled in the driveway. Lacie’s car was already there and I hoped she was ready to go. I went in putting my keys on the table in the entryway and headed upstairs to drop my briefcase in my office, then to the bedroom.
I stopped at the sight in front of me. Holy shit, Lacie was naked on my bed. When I walked into the room, she parted her thighs, opening them just for me.
“Welcome home. Do you see anything you like?”
Lacie’s eyes held so much desire I had to swallow hard. Damn, I didn’t have time for this. Our schedule was tight just like I knew she would be if I slid into her.
I shook my head and cleared my throat, “Tempting, so very tempting. But we’re on a bit of a time crunch, Lacie. God, you are beautiful and it hurts me to say this but, we can’t.”
Lacie ran her hand down her chest and to her parted thighs. She stroked over her clit and I was harder than when I walked in to find her naked. Damn, this drive was going to suck wanting her as bad as I did.
“Really, Jackson. Look how ready I am. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Just a quickie before we go? I can get all warmed up.” She slid her finger inside her where I wanted to be and I was ready to cave.
I moved over to the bed and slapped her hand away from herself.
“Mine, Lacie. Mine.” I unbuckled my pants and dropped them. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off my tie. I stood before her in only my boxers and I leaned down to kiss her lips. Her hands came around my neck and pulled me tight. I played with her nipple and brought it to a hard peak. I felt her groan in my mouth. She wanted this, so did I but the wait would make it all better later.
I pulled my lips from hers and said, “Later, Lacie. You are going to have to wait until later. I have a surprise for you and it won’t wait. We need to get dressed and go.”
Lacie sat up as I moved away from the bed.
“Jackson, are you telling me no?”
I growled, “No. I’m telling you not now. I have plans for you and right now this is going to be put on hold. Come, your first surprise is in here.”
I heard her getting off the bed. She was not happy. She came up beside me and I took her into my walk-in closet. “That garment bag is for you.”
She moved toward it then stopped. “What is this, Jackson?” Her tone was sharp and she was frustrated. She needed a release. Hell I did to, but later. She’d be happy we waited.
“Open it.” She moved to open the bag and she gasped in shock when she opened it up.
I bought her a full-length gown. It was a beige, nearly sheer gown. It had a nude underlay that covered her to the eye, but the top was beige sparkled material that was sheer. The slit in the side would come to her upper thigh exposing most of her leg to me and the dress should hug every ounce of her body. I couldn’t wait to see it on her.
“Jackson. What is this for? Brooketown is not fancy. Where are you taking me?”
I moved up behind her, running my hands down her arms and around her waist pulling her back against me.
“I’m taking you to dinner. I have special plans for you. This is for you tonight. For your pleasure and to show you what a little extravagance is like. Don’t be angry. I just want to give you everything, Lacie. Everything you deserve.”
I slid my hand down to her wetness and circled her clit. “Let me give you this. Give me one night to spoil you.”
Her hips arched at my touch and she moaned. Maybe I had time to give her a preview. I circled her clit harder and she gasped, “Please don’t stop Jackson.”
I bit her neck gently and pulled at her nipple with my other hand and said, “I don’t ever plan on stopping.”
Lacie’s body jerked and she let go of the building tension within her body. I felt her release and knew she’d be more willing now. I swatted her naked ass and moved toward my suit hanging next to hers adjusting my raging hard on.
“Now get dressed, beautiful. I’ve got plans for you. Not a moment to waste.”
I took my suit into the bathroom and tried to settle my body down from my little vixen. I grabbed my toiletry bag, put it on the bed, then moved back to the bathroom to get dressed. As I put my suit on I could imagine her sliding the dress over her luscious curves. Stop it! Damn, this was not helping my erection in the least. I tried to relax and just not think about her and I was finally able to get myself under a little control. I finished getting dressed and as I pulled my jacket on over my dress shirt I walked out into the bedroom.
I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw Lacie standing in front of the mirror. She was looking at her front view, turning to the side and twisting her neck to look at the rear view. I swallowed hard and the throbbing between my legs pulsed harder and harder. This drive was going to suck!
“God, you are beautiful. So fucking sexy.”
Lacie turned to look at me. “Jackson, this is too much. I mean, look at the low neckline, the slit. This is not me. I don’t dress this way.”
Despite her words I moved closer to her. I wanted to touch her, but I knew if I did I would tear that dress off her.
“Lacie. You look incredible. That low neckline is going to drive me crazy on the drive and through dinner. That slit is going to tempt me to slide my hand up it and touch you. You are going to drive me wild. I realize there is no need for you to dress this way at the nursing home but tonight, you are my princess. Tonight you are dressing for the roll, you are going to be treated like royalty.”
Lacie looked in my eyes still uncertain as to the dress and the amount of skin it showed, but she nodded.
“I’m not a princess Jackson. I’m just me. Lacie Page.”
I shook my head and looked down her body and back up.
“Oh no, you’ve got it wrong. You are a princess, you’re my princess.”
With that I couldn’t help but to pull her into my arms and crush her mouth and body to mine. I kissed her hard and with a determination to mark her as mine. This woman was going to feel me into her soul. I was going to make her love me or I would burn up trying. She set my body and soul in flames, every moan, every touch of her hands and body threw more fuel on the flame. I tore my lips from hers and growled,
“Enough! It’s time to go.”
I pulled back and saw the desire in her eyes. Yes, my princess, hold on to that. You’ll need that later.
I took a picture of her in her dress and sent it to Abigail as promised. Yes, she was in on the whole plan. How else would I have known her dress size? Lacie posed for the pictures knowing they were going to her friend and the girls she loved with her heart and soul. We hurried to the car, I placed our bags in the back seat and helped her into her seat sliding my hand up her thigh once she was seated.
“Jackson,” she said on a husky moan.
I growled in answer stepping away from her and closing the door. We were off.