Chapter 19 Presley
PRESLEY
“There’s…errr…something I should probably tell you.”
The words tumble out of me a few steps into the house, moving about as easy as square boulders down a hill. Raw, unfiltered nervousness fills me, starting in the pit of my stomach and slowly radiating outward, seeping through my body.
“Oh, yeah?” Jace asks, his demeanor still calm and easy. How he does that, I will never know.
I nod, looking around, noticing how much of a mess the house is.
Busy weeks at work, plus back-to-back weekend events means the house has not been given the attention it requires.
Add in the tornado that Otis caused this afternoon while he should have been napping, leaving all his toys scattered across the floor, creating a minefield of tripping hazards.
That’s nothing but a distraction at the moment. One I can focus on later. When I don’t have the cutest boy in school turned sexiest man alive standing in my kitchen, waiting on me to finish my thought. So that he can fuck me.
A shiver skitters down my spine, making my newfound nerves tingle. I can do this. I can open myself up to Jace. There was no problem last week on the couch, so why is there one now?
“The house is a wreck,” I say, unable to stop myself. That was not what was supposed to come out.
Jace chuckles, wrapping an arm around me. “Not concerned with that. I am a little more concerned with how tense you seem all of a sudden.”
Oh, he can tell that, huh? Great…
I swallow hard, trying to ease my taut muscles. Easier said than done.
“It’s just a little weird without Otis here,” I admit.
That’s the truth. “I know that he’s safe with my parents, and part of moving here was so that he could have sleepovers at their place and spend time with them, but I haven’t gotten many nights to myself since he was born, so…
I almost don’t know what to do with myself. ”
Jace kisses me, softly at first, then he turns up the heat.
His lips are the perfect combination of soft and strong, warm and wet against mine, making my knees weak.
I swear, there is nothing this man can’t do.
But kissing…well, that’s right at the top of the list of things he does well.
That mouth of his is single-handedly responsible for making me feel all sorts of things I thought were impossible.
Safe. Sexy. On fire.
Just to name a few.
He deepens the kiss, tongue sweeping against mine, fingers gripping the fabric of my skirt. I moan, urging him on, wanting more. More of him. More of this. More of whatever comes next.
“I’ve got a couple of ideas,” he murmurs, moving along my jaw, his scruff oddly soft against my skin.
Yeah…about that…
“Jace…”
His head pops up, soulful brown eyes meeting mine. “The house being a mess isn’t what you thought you should tell me, is it?”
One corner of his mouth ticks up, the knowing, crooked smile cracking my armor. I both love and hate that he can read me so well.
I shake my head. “It did require a warning, but no…there’s something else.”
“You can tell me anything, Pres.”
Let’s hope so. Because here goes…
“It’s, ummmm, been a while. I mean, I know there was the truck and the couch…but I haven’t actually slept with anyone since before Otis was born.”
Phew…got that out.
Jace’s expression remains unchanged. It’s still full of desire and lust, mixed in with some admiration. Everything I could ever want to see staring back at me.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Pres. You’re not going to hurt my feelings.”
“Did I say I didn’t want to?” My voice is louder and harsher than I intend, taking us both aback. I refocus, closing my eyes for a second, amending my words. “I’m not saying I don’t want to. Just that it’s been a long damn time. Three plus years. I’m not sure that I’ll even remember what to do.”
The other side of his mouth curls, matching the already upturned one, completing the impish smirk.
“Then it sounds like it’s time for a refresher course. And I’m just the man for the job.”
I’m airborne before I can blink, scooped up in Jace’s arms. I squeak, looping my arms around his neck and holding on tight. He moves with a swift ease, navigating the toy minefield like he’s been given a map, making me feel as light as a feather the entire time.
Heading down the hall, he kisses me, stealing my attention from his movements. There’s no way to concentrate on anything else when he’s kissing me—just the simple, spicy taste of him. That intoxicating one that makes all my worries melt away.
Nothing is wrong with the world as long as Jace is kissing me.
Lowering me to my feet, he continues to kiss me, our mouths never moving from each other. I lose myself in this feeling, in his touch, the weight of his hands skimming across my torso toward my ass amplifying everything.
“I think the bigger question is,” Jace says, breaking our kiss, “how do I get you out of all these skirts?”
I laugh, ready to tell him my secret. He moves behind me, nipping at my neck, finding a sensitive spot I didn’t know I had. I react, wiggling in his grip, earning me a moan.
“Good to know that’s there.” He does it again, and this time my knees wobble. “I really want to get you out of these pettiskirts, or whatever they’re called though.”
“Petticoats,” I correct him, my voice breathy.
Fingers circle my waist, skimming just inside the waistband. He’s about to discover the secret.
“I’m not above going underneath if it gets me what I—”
Riiiiiiiiip…
The loud, obnoxious screech of Velcro splitting cuts through the thick air, followed by Jace’s gasp. Found it.
“Well, then…” he tsks. “Is every layer like this?”
I nod, giving him a knowing look over my shoulder. “Same with the corset. It’s not real.”
“Fuck me…” he mutters under his breath.
“I plan to.” I shrug, trying to play coy.
Jace groans, an animalistic sound fueled by only one thing. His hands move at the speed of light, ripping away each layer, the cool air swirling around me as they all fall away. Leaving me in nothing but my thong.
I go to move—to turn around to face him—but I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The wide, full-length mirror attached to the closet door. My body heats up, right as a niggle of insecurity appears.
I am fully on display, my boobs sagging without the help of a bra and my mommy tummy with those tiger stripes showing up loud and proud.
Once upon a time I could strut around in the teeniest, tiniest bikini.
Now, I look better fully clothed. It’s all I can do to hope that Jace isn’t disappointed in what he’s found. Or worse, turned off.
“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.”
I whip around to face him, going stock-still as his eyes drag up and down my all but naked form. The weight of them is heavy and appraising, but not in a way that makes me feel like I’m up for auction at the 4-H convention. No, Jace’s gaze is different.
He’s looking at me like I’m the Venus de Milo and he’s in awe of such a creation.
My hands fly to my belly, trying to hide the stripes. Jace catches them, shaking his head no. Then he spins me around.
“I want you to see yourself, Pres. To see how incredible…how magnificent you are.” He licks his lips, dragging his fingers lightly down my sides. They dance along the lace of my thong, and I can feel the wetness between my legs. “Because you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I shiver, leaning back into him. Reaching around me, he slowly circles my nipples, a gentle, teasing touch that erases my brain for a moment. Even more so when he nips at the spot on my neck again.
“My tummy…it…”
“I beg to differ.” He cuts me off, already seeming to know where I’m going with this. He lets go of me, just long enough to step in front of me, blocking my view of myself. Fingers toy with the lace again, starting to work it over my handles and hips. “I think it might just be my favorite part.”
Dragging my thong down my thighs, Jace sinks to his knees, looking up at me, his brown eyes even darker than before.
“And I’m going to show you just how much.”
Pressing a kiss to my belly, right on one of my marks, Jace moans softly. Then he does it again. My breath catches, my mind trying to wrap itself around what he’s doing to me. What he’s saying.
“Watch me, Mama,” he demands, that nickname even sexier when he’s got me like this. “Watch me show you just how much I like this part of you. Watch me make you mine.”
His kisses go from soft and sweet to open-mouthed and wet. Like he’s branding me. Finding each one of those lines that I hate and turning them into something to be loved. Making me feel something I haven’t felt in a long fucking time.
Adored.
Moving his way down my front, Jace doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even hesitate. Simply continues his journey, his hot mouth branding my skin until he reaches exactly what he wants. Nudging my legs apart, he still doesn’t hesitate, running his tongue through my wetness.
“Gaaah!” I squeal, hand flying to his head.
“That’s it, Pres,” he moans, swiping at my pussy. I suck in air, trying to catch the breath that he stole—that he continues to steal—his tongue not letting up. “Watch me as I lick your pretty pussy.”
I do just that. I look up, focusing on him in the mirror, kneeling between my legs.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed, my heart jackhammering against my chest as I drink it in.
Jace doesn’t hold back either, diving in like a man on a mission.
He licks, nibbles, and sucks on me like he’s starving.
Like I’m his favorite meal after a week of fasting.
I run my fingers through his hair, trying to hold on as my knees weaken, the pleasure he’s giving me too much. If it wasn’t for him holding on to my hips, there would be no way I’d still be standing. It’s all too much.