62. Chapter 62 Margot
Chapter sixty-two
This has to be the best dream I’ve ever had, and I almost don’t want to wake up, only…
I really need to wake up to make sure Jack didn’t leave in the middle of the night.
I want to believe him, that he’ll stay and that he’s mine forever, but if I could just open my eyes and see him for myself, I could relax and go back to sleep.
There’s a heavy weight on my stomach, though, and I need to move so I can get up to pee, but I can’t move.
Fuck, I’m going to pee myself in my dream.
“There’s my girl. Let go for me, Princess.”
I wake up just in time to see deep blue eyes staring at me from between my legs before I feel myself letting go into a slow, rolling orgasm that’s clearly been building for a while. Oh my God, I’m peeing all over Jack.
He lets out a long, low groan before going back in to lap up everything I’ve just given to him. “Fuck me, baby. You squirting for me first thing in the morning is a revelation. Give it all to me.”
And I do. He doesn’t stop licking and nipping at me, working me back up quickly and scooting up my body just in time to feel me come again, this time around his cock.
It doesn’t take him any time at all, three lazy thrusts max, before he joins me, filling me up and sweetly kissing me as he moans my name.
New favorite alarm clock.
“I’ll wake you up like that every day for the rest of our lives if you want, Margot. I pinky promise.” He laughs, rolling us onto our sides but keeping our connection for as long as possible.
I have to watch what I say out loud around this man. Can’t go telling him all my secrets.
I lie on my side, facing him, using his bicep as a warm pillow. Tracing his eyebrow, then his cheekbone, then his strong jaw and full lips…is this man ever going to stop getting hotter?
“I hope not, at least until I’m in my fifties for sure…but then hopefully I’ll be a full-on DILF so, let’s go with no. I’m never going to stop.”
“I cannot keep doing that. You should have to learn to read my mind to earn access to my innermost thoughts.” I smile, rubbing my nose up and down the length of his.
We lie like this for a while, just enjoying the pale morning light and each other’s warmth. Finally, I have to voice my fear that didn’t come true, just to get it out of my head.
“I’m so glad you stayed,” I whisper, unable to keep my voice from wobbling as I feel relief at being so comfortable and safe in his arms.
Sadness colors his expression for a moment before determination takes its place.
Pulling his hand up to echo the patterns I traced across his features, he gently cradles my jaw.
“I’ll never forgive myself for giving you a reason to doubt me,” he says, so low I can barely hear him.
“But I will try every day to make you as happy as I possibly can, Princess, and I’ll live for the day that you don’t wonder if I’m going to disappear again. ”
We rest in the quiet of the morning for a while, but when my bladder protests too loudly to ignore, we finally get up and get our day started.
By the time I complete my morning routine, I can smell pancakes from the kitchen.
I walk in to see a broad, muscular back flexing as he cooks, listening to music on his phone, flipping pancakes, slicing fruit, and pouring me what I can tell is going to be an excellent cup of coffee.
It strikes me briefly that this is almost too perfect, but then I remember that this man does know me, inside and out.
Instead of living in the past, feeling resentment and fear, new Margot is going to simply enjoy being loved by an Adonis of a man who spoils her. Life is good.
“I could really get used to this,” I say as I sneak up behind Jack and wrap my arm around his trim waist. I can’t resist trailing my fingers lightly across his happy trail and the V of muscle that frames it, causing him to groan a curse and spill coffee on the counter.
“Don’t tease me like that, baby girl, or we’re never going to eat anything around here.”
“Oh I’m not sure about that,” I tease, eyeing him up. “I think I could take a juicy bite out of…what is this?”
His smile falls as he stops to see what I’m looking at, then chokes out a laugh, clearing his throat and giving me a sly grin. “Well, uh, that is a tattoo, Margot.”
“You don’t have any tattoos! You never have.”
I climb onto the kitchen step stool to get a better look at the tattoo of a bite mark on the top of his shoulder.
I must’ve missed it last night in the dark and this morning in the pale light of the sunrise, but…
I move as if to bite the same spot and find my mouth a perfect fit.
It’s definitely a bite mark of my teeth. Only…
“When did you get this?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Two years, four months, and five days ago,” he whispers.
“I had to keep a piece of you. It’s the only tattoo I have.
But if you like it, I can cover myself in them.
Just say the word. They could all be your bite marks, if you want.
Avant-garde, or you can sign ‘Property of Margot’ across my chest. Maybe we can add some of your scratch lines to the mix… mmmph.”
He’s cut off as I kiss him, then I burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of this man. I kind of can’t believe he got a tattoo of my teeth after our one night together, but then again, I’m standing in the apartment he bought because it might smell like me. So I guess it tracks.
Allowing myself to be led to the kitchen island, I hop up and wrap my legs around Jack’s waist as he feeds me breakfast, taking one bite himself for every two of my own.
As lovely as this is, discussions need to be had, and I can’t wait until we eat at a snail’s pace to ask him.
I decide that being direct is the best way to rip this bandage off.
“So, Jack,” I begin, and he gives me his full attention, quirking an eyebrow at me.
“I have questions, and I would appreciate your candor. I think it’s better that we get everything out in the open, and these are serious considerations if we’re beginning a relationship.
Neither of us will do the other any favors by hiding anything.
I’m going to just start with the hardest question, and go from there, okay? ”
He’s paler than before, but he solemnly nods his head yes and reaches for his glass of water.
“Okay. When the fuck did you get your dick pierced?” I ask, and he chokes on his gulp of water. I fall back onto the island, cackling as he coughs and tries to get his breath.
“ That’s the most important, most serious, most terrifying question you had to ask me? You had me scared as hell, Margot. Jesus. I thought you were asking something real!”
“It is real! You have a transformer for a penis, Jack. What the hell! You have to tell me everything. This story has got to be crazy,” I plead, giving him puppy dog eyes.
He rolls his eyes to the ceiling before pinching his nose. “Well, Margot, you see…a couple of years ago…Ledger and I…”
“Ew! Fuck! No. You’re not telling me my brother has a Christmas tree, too?”
“He has way more than…”
“Stop! Forget about it! I do not need to know the origin story of my new favorite toy. I don’t need to associate Ledger with your dick in any way.” I dramatically gag to prove my point, earning me a tickling attack.
“I tried to tell you not to bark up that tree, woman! You just didn’t want to listen,” he teases, still tickling me and making me laugh so hard my cheeks hurt.
“I yield! I yield!” I yell, finally making him stop. Biting my bottom lip between my teeth, I blurt out the question I have to know the answer to even though I know I’m going to hate it.
“Was it for a woman?” I whisper, averting my eyes so I don’t have to see the look in his eyes as he remembers whoever convinced him to do this.
A gentle finger under my chin turns my head back to center as Jack looks at me contemplatively.
“I think, deep down, everything I’ve done in the past two years has been for a woman.
But, Princess, if anything, it’s only ever been for you.
It was a drunken night with Ledger, and I won't tell you the full stupid story, but I did always wonder if you would like it.”
Knowing that this isn’t some bitch named Candace’s personal recommendation for dick jewelry makes me feel a little better, and I can’t help but tease. “Well, I do like it. I would even say I might love it. Have you ever had any complaints?”
He scratches his nose and turns back to put the dishes in the sink. “Nobody else has ever…experienced it, so I can’t really say.”
I freeze, waiting for the punchline to what has to be a joke because this hot-ass man standing in front of me cannot possibly be telling me he’s been celibate since I left for France. There’s no fucking way.
“Jack—” I begin, but he turns around to lean back against the sink and looks at me, blowing out a heavy breath before interrupting me.
“I won’t lie to you and say there wasn’t anybody else.
Just after, I tried, and it just didn’t go well.
She wasn’t you, and I thought I needed more distance…
then time just kept passing. I was busy with the club, and before I knew it, you were back in my life like a whirlwind…
” His voice trails off, and I wince, thinking about all the times I threw my European adventures in his face when I came back into town, like a complete bitch.
“I’m sorry that I said all the things I did when I came back. I didn’t know…”
“No. Don’t even think about feeling guilty for a bit of that.
You did exactly what I told you to do when I pushed you away, and I deserved to hear it.
” He wipes away a tear that’s escaped and fallen down my cheek.
“All that matters… Look at me, Margot. The only thing in the world that matters now is that we’re together, okay?
You and me. I’m going to make you so happy, Princess. Just let me, okay?”
I sniffle and nod, accepting a sweet kiss from him that I try to deepen, but he pulls back. “I’m going to shower and then we’re going to the little bookstore you saw on our walk the other day, okay? We’re going to have a great day, baby.”
He kisses my temple and heads for the bathroom, while I stay perched on the island, fighting the feeling of general shittiness that I can’t shake.
He was here pining for me, and I was being spitroasted in Italy…
no, Margot. He had a lifetime of sexual experiences before you, and you deserved to have your fun and get to know your own sexuality. He pushed me away in the first place.
And, most importantly, that’s all in the past. He has all of me now, and that’s what matters most. Shaking off my guilt and resolving not to let it fester, I go to get ready for our day when I think of one last piece of me that still belongs to someone else.
Grabbing my overnight bag from the bedroom, I dig to the bottom to find the phone with only one contact, not really understanding why I’ve still been carrying it around. It’s bittersweet, but only for a moment, because I hear Jack singing in the shower and smile.
“Hi. Thank you for everything, but I can’t see you anymore.
I don’t even know what to say, because thank you doesn’t seem like enough.
I’ve met someone who’s very special to me, and we’re serious.
I’ll miss you, and I hope that’s not wrong of me to say.
You’ve helped me unlock a part of myself that I didn’t know existed.
I hope you’re lucky enough to find someone who makes you half as happy as my new guy makes me. All the best.”
Phew. Okay, that’s just a little awkward. I mean, really, Margot? All the best? Whatever, it’s over. I feel mostly excitement about Jack, relief I cut ties with my masked man, and the tiniest twinge of sadness.
I hear Jack’s phone vibrate somewhere in his nightstand, and I smile, thinking of how Ledger has been spam texting him lately with his latest acquisitions for LJ.
They’ve been hyping each other up like crazy, and a vision of a little blue-eyed boy flashes across my mind.
Sneaking into the bathroom, I decide the bookstore and the rest of the world can wait a little while. I have everything I need right here.