Chapter Thirty-Six
JENNA
I’ve made a lot of assumptions about Tommy over the months I’ve known him. But one assumption I didn’t make? How hands-on he can be with a girl.
From the second he wrapped his arms around my waist at the outdoor rink he took me to after we left Rise Up, I don’t think there’s been a full minute where he hasn’t found a way to hold a part of my body.
It’s like he knows that physical touch is my love language. And I’m starting to think it might be his too.
Tommy was right when he said that we were essentially the same person. Only now, I can find fewer reasons to refute his claim. I don’t want to refute it anymore.
Taking me by the hand, he leads me out of the elevator and into his apartment, scanning the door lock with his key fob.
The last time I was here, I hightailed it out of there after having another meltdown over sleeping with him.
That night didn’t end well, but it feels like so much has shifted between us since.
The man standing in front of me, removing my beanie and taking my coat, is not the same person he was back then.
Scratch that thought. He was always this person. It’s just now he’s allowing me to see all of him.
Privilege over being the person he’s opening up to runs through my veins, inflating my heart as he pulls me into his warm body.
Tommy is the only guy I know who is just as hot without an inch of effort to his appearance as he is in a tux.
I’ve always been painfully attracted to his physique and looks.
And now that I can see the person beneath the tattoos and muscles?
Let’s just say that he’d better not hurt me.
Uncertainty overtakes my thoughts as he looks down at me.
Only the lamp in the corner of his living space illuminates his face.
I can tell he’s trying to work out what’s going on in my head.
Good luck to him since I can’t figure out my own emotions.
They feel scrambled. All I know is that I want to be here tonight, in his company.
“I know I said I’d make you food, and I promise I will. But right now, I really want you, Jenna.”
He drags his hand down my side, gripping my hip in his palm and pressing me further into his body. I could feel how hard he was back at the rink, and now he’s like steel.
“I want to do so many things to this tight body. Take it apart in ways you never thought possible. Unravel you so you’re hanging on my next move …
” He licks into my mouth on a possessive growl.
“I’m falling for you, Jenna. I’ve never loved a girl, but I know I could love you.
You’re my Hellion and my angel. My torturer and my sanctuary.
You pull the impossible from me—love. An admission of who I am. Peace.”
My eyes glaze over. In all the time I was dating Lee, he never told me that he was falling for me. No man has ever uttered such honesty.
As I gaze up at him, he strokes his tattooed fingers lightly down the column of my throat.
“I want to sleep with you so badly, but I can’t. Not tonight.”
A crease forms between his brows. “Why not?”
I’m twenty-seven, and I shouldn’t get so embarrassed over being on my period.
“I’m … it’s that time of the month and …” I trail off, dropping my eyes down my body.
Tommy just grins down at me, running his fingers through the length of my hair. “I’m not great with girl code, but I think you’re trying to tell me that you’re on your period.”
I pin my bottom lip between my teeth. “Why do I feel like I just got my first cycle and I need to ask for a ride so I can buy tampons from the store?”
Tommy kisses the bridge of my nose. “And why are you the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on? I don’t care if you’re bleeding.” He pauses for a second. “Unless you do?”
“I don’t care,” I whisper. “But pretty much every guy I’ve ever been with did.”
Something akin to a grumble vibrates in his chest before he crosses both arms over it and removes his hoodie and shirt in one motion, leaving him in only his jeans.
“I never want you to even think, let alone talk about, another man. The only cock you’ll ever ride is mine.”
He pulls at the hem of my sweater, and I lift my arms overhead.
“Goddamn, Jenna.” Tossing my clothes across his apartment, he drops his eyes down my half-dressed body, biting on his fist as he does. “Get in my bed and fucking stay there until I tell you that you can leave.”
I’m over his shoulder before he’s even finished his sentence.
When he kicks his bedroom door closed with a thud and tosses me onto his mattress, we’re drenched in darkness. All I can hear is the zipper on his pants as he undoes it and his belt buckle rattling when he pushes his pants to the floor.
I’m throbbing with need, scrambling to find the button on my own jeans when he stops me.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
All I can picture is how he’ll take me slowly, just like he did the last time we spent the night together.
I thought that was what I wanted this time around. But as a lustful fire burns in his eyes, I know Tommy wants to unleash.
He pulls down my jeans and period panties, not caring about the streaks of blood they leave on the inside of my thighs. If anything, the sight only fuels his desire.
I do as he asked and get on all fours on his bed.
“I might ruin your white bedsheets,” I tell him, feeling just as turned on as he looks. “And I apologize for that in advance.”
Now totally naked, Tommy hovers on his knees directly behind me, the mattress dipping with his weight. The city lights create the softest glow, and I see the way his hard cock shines with desperation.
“I don’t need your apologies, Hellion,” he growls at me. “I need your cunt. Drop your face to the mattress and stick this fine ass in the air for me.”
He smacks my ass hard, and I jerk forward, collapsing my face into the sheets.
“Do you remember our safe word?”
I nod once.
“Good.”
With one more crack of his palm against my ass, he plunges his tongue into my pussy, licking me ferociously.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he croons, moving to my asshole.
I knew it wouldn’t take him long to tease my ass, anal is his favorite kind of sex.
“Can you be on your period all the time?”
I twist my head around to look at him. “Not with the cramps that accompany it.”
In response, Tommy runs his warm palm along my lower back, still eating me out so good. “Want me to take it slow?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I want you to take me harder than you ever have. Coming hard actually helps me with the pain.”
Tommy’s lips are tinged with red when he pulls back, licking them clean. He’s all cocky and sexy and … holy shit … pushing inside me with the hardest dick I’ve ever felt.
“Your pussy is so pretty like this, Jenna. And knowing that I’m the only man who has fucked you like this, the only man you’ve ever let see you in this way?” He shakes his head and passes his fingers over my clit, bringing them to his mouth to taste. “I’m equal parts feral and honored.”
With his other hand, he moves my knees wider, spreading me out for him so I’m just how he wants me.
The cramps in my lower back give way to a needy pulsation as I grip his cock tightly.
Tommy pulls out and slams back into me, drawing moans from us both.
“Harder,” I demand.
He wraps my long hair around his fist, guiding my head back toward him. The next thrust has me seeing stars as I stare up at the ceiling. I’m impaled on his cock and ruining his bedsheets, and I’ve never been so fucking horny.
“Does that feel good, Jenna?” He groans out his question, snapping his hips back into me once more.
I just moan into the room—the only response I’m capable of giving him right now.
“Fuck it. I need to see you.” Still inside me, Tommy reaches across to his bedside lamp. “Shit, baby,” he announces, his voice filled with humor. “I’m covered in you.”
Fueled by embarrassment, I pull off him and go to climb off the bed, but Tommy grabs my left ankle, dragging me back beneath him.
“Where are you going?”
My face must be as red as his dick. I chance a glance at his lower half; he keeps himself well-trimmed, and that only makes the mess I’ve made more obvious.
Not saying another word, Tommy lifts my leg into the crook of his elbow, spreading me wider for him. Now on top, he sinks back inside my pussy, his eyes never leaving mine as he does.
“Paint me, Hellion. Come all over me.”
I tighten to the point of pain. It feels like I’m crushing his cock, and Tommy only grinds deeper inside in response.
“Tell me something,” he says between deep thrusts that push me to the very brink of ecstasy.
“I get to take you out and buy you cocoa at the rink. Then you let me take you back to my place, where we do things together that we’ve never done with anyone else before.
At what point can I call you mine?” His deep gaze burns into me.
“I need you to write me a list of all the things you need me to do, so you’ll give me a chance as your boyfriend. ”
I wrap my legs around his ass, pushing him deeper inside me.
“I’ve told you … just keep doing what you’re doing. Keep being this version of the man I know you are. Keep letting kindness and compassion win, and I promise you will find your happy place in life. Maybe even with me by your side.”
I’m so desperate to tell him that we can make us official right this second. But I hold back again. I know Collins, Kendra, and Darcy would be screaming at me to just go for it.
Tommy reaches between us, eyes glittering with hope and possession. He brings his covered fingers to his mouth, sucking me from them, one by one. “Is that a promise?”
Just like he wanted me to, I unravel all over his cock, melting into the mattress while he fucks me hard.
“I’ll wait for you,” he declares. “For as long as you need, I’ll wait.”