Chapter 30 Jett #2
After they leave, we make love in Wes’ room, glued to each other.
It’s slow and tender at first, taking our time.
I stay inside Wes after I’ve come, then fuck him again once we’ve both caught our breath, this time harder, more feverish.
We claw at each other blindly, fingers digging into skin, leaving bruises and scratch marks.
I can’t get him close enough. Now that I finally have him back, I want him imprinted on me.
Wes lets go too. There’s a newness to his sounds, to his movements, like he, too, was holding back before.
He begs me with his eyes, his lips, his hands.
He urges me to fuck him faster, harder, to make me fucking come, Jett.
I laugh, my chest bubbling over with happiness.
I deny him again and again. I edge Wes like he’s probably never been edged before.
I bring him right on the cusp of his orgasm, only to pull out of him and start all over again.
Teasing his rim with my cockhead, I refuse to breach him as he curses me out, only to dip over into a sugary sweet version, coaxing me into letting him come.
I love it. I love him. I tell him again and again as I finally enter his perfect body, his eyes bright from unshed tears.
I tell him as I thrust inside, feeling him clenching around me.
He’s so soft, so hot, so perfectly mine.
In the end, he cries out with desperation for me to make him come, and I do, biting down on the fading bruise on his neck.
He grunts loudly, the sound echoing in my chest, as he clings to me, his release washing over him.
I spill inside him. At least, I imagine I do, and I can’t wait until there’s nothing between us.
He trembles, clinging to me, chanting my name again and again. Jett. Jett. Jett.
I bury my face against his neck and just breathe him in.
I almost lost this, lost him. The closeness, the lightness, the peace.
His heart beats frantically against mine, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world.
A sound that tells me we’re here, together, and that we are real, alive, and in love.
There’s nothing between us, and there never will be again. No walls, no secrets, no past.
I lift onto my arms and stare down at him.
His eyes are impossibly blue, his sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead, his lips puffy and the prettiest pink.
Wes grins up at me, utterly debauched and so fucking beautiful that my heart soars.
He’s mine. He belongs to me. I’m keeping him for as long as he’ll have me, which I suspect is always, judging by how he’s looking at me right now.
Forever used to be such a scary word, but not anymore.
Now I just want forever and then some—everything and just a little bit more.
I press a kiss to his forehead, and he sighs with contentment.
“I know why I love you so much. Well, part of it at least,” I whisper against his skin.
“Because of my magic hole?” he rasps.
A laugh shoots from my lips. “Shut up. No, because you give me this sense of, I don’t know, balance maybe. Like, the heaviness is still there at times, but you pull me in the other direction. And you not only do that. You make me want to move in that direction, too. Away from all the heaviness.”
Wes doesn’t say anything, just listens.
“You’re kind and generous. You’re patient, and you give me space to be myself, while still holding me so close, letting me feel you.
Your strength and your unwavering—” My voice breaks, and Wes wraps his arms around me.
It’s like Evie said earlier. It’s special when you meet someone who doesn’t finish your sentences for you or rush you.
“You don’t push me more than I can take.
You don’t…” I brush at his hair. “You don’t fucking judge me, baby. ”
“Why would I judge you?” he finally says. “You’ve done nothing wrong. Things were done to you, but even if you’d done something wrong, then what good would it do to judge you? Would it change anything?”
I shake my head, tears pressing behind my eyes. “No.”
“Of course not.” He smiles softly. “Love though. Love changes everything, doesn’t it?” He almost sounds surprised, like he never expected it.
“It really does.”
“I was looking for something for a long time. It turns out it was you all along, someone I thought I knew but who turned out to be even more amazing than I ever thought possible.”
I dig my teeth into my bottom lip. “I still don’t remember you.”
“Doesn’t matter. You know me now, and I’ll remind you every day of who I am.”
My heart flutters like crazy. “And who is that?” I know the answer, but I want to hear him say it again and again.
“Your boyfriend, the guy who loves you and wants to spend his life making you happy. The guy who thinks the world of you, babe.”
“I think the world of you, too.” God, he has no idea how much, but I’ll tell him every day.
The rain starts again, hammering against the small window. Wes wraps himself around me like an octopus, pulling me down with him as we both slowly drift off to sleep, my mind finally quiet in this perfect space, with him.