Her Brother's Best Friend - Aching Hearts Series #2

Chapter 32 - Broken Dreams

CHAPTER 32 - BROKEN DREAMS

Vanessa was nervous, more than usual, and maybe it was due, given the circumstances. After all, this would be an absolute first. But it was worth it, so much worth it. The past couple of days had been a haze, between raising her guard even more, due to Chad and his subtle threats, and, well, preparing this encounter.

It was Christmas Eve, it was already quite an exception to the rules to let her be here at this time of the day, then what she was supposed to do ... her friends, the guards, had been collaborative, though.

The woman had even helped her settle the room normally used for marital visits, so that now it brimmed with Christmas spirit and with a sexy atmosphere Vanessa knew would help them forget about where they were. Even though, it'd been a whole month, she was sure he wouldn't need atmosphere nor anything to be aroused, but she wanted to do it for him, to give him a little break.

They only had an hour, but she'd make it last. She'd settled everything, for how minimally, and she highly hoped it would work. She'd put a small Christmas tree with various decorations, a red carpet at its feet, a couple of gifts, a small table set for two, with everything settled for a small dinner she'd made on her own – with a little help from her brother, who was the actual chef in the family – and some fairy lights all around, plus the inevitable mistletoe hung to one of them in the middle of the room, and there was even music, Morcheeba lowly playing from her I-Pod.

She wore a long sleeved red dress with white etching, it barely her mid-thighs and it would have looked fairly transparent, hadn't it been for the red lace lingerie she wore underneath it. She'd always liked lingerie, and this would be a great occasion to wear it.

Vanessa took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on the metallic door, highly hoping her nerves would hold on for an hour more. It was 30 minutes to midnight, she'd picked this specific hour so that they could officially spend Christmas together, even if it was only for an hour.

She was trying hard to convince her friends to give her the same privilege for New Year's Eve, but that would be harder, because that night they gave slightly more freedom to the inmates, therefore it wasn't safe to have visitors.

When the door opened, her breaths caught in her throat, but the smile swiftly took over her countenance as she witnessed Jason's stupor at the sight. He still wore that horrible orange uniform, his face was unshaven, an there were clear bags under his eyes, but he looked still very handsome and hot, she couldn't help noticing.

"Ness?" He asked, disbelieving, as soon as the guard pushed him inside, locking the door behind him. She grinned widely, lightly waving at him, and observed him as he took in the whole scenario.

"You said you wished we could spend our first Christmas together as a couple, so ..." She mentioned, as coy as she'd never been. Maybe because this time it wasn't about seduction, there was her heart into that set, she'd poured everything she had into it, just to give him a little something to celebrate.

Jason walked slowly towards her, marveled, and she met him halfway, distracting him from his haze by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, feeling like she'd been craving it since ages.

Jason, from his part, when he realized there was no table between them, no guard stopping them, not even handcuffs blocking him – the first times he'd been a little too happy to see his girlfriend, and the overzealous guard had thought well it would be better if he was cuffed hands and feet while talking to the girl – he wrapped his own arms around Vanessa, appraising her sinfully hot body he'd missed so much, especially given the abstinence.

The kiss soon turned from sensually romantic to hungry and ravenous, and because it didn't take long before her back hit the wall, Jason's hands roaming over her body as she touched everything of him she could reach, Vanessa had to resort to every ounce of power of will she could muster to slowly slip away from his grip.