Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
JESSIE
S
So, I got your text, but Dad showed up at my dorm building. Then he took me for coffee and grilled me about you. I’m grabbing my overnight stuff, and I’ll be over.
I’m halfway through prepping the salsa for the ground beef tacos I’m making for Mia when her text comes through. I wipe my hands on a towel and quickly unlock my phone.
Graham is here?
Me
Shit. Does he know?
S
No. But surprisingly, Tara covered for me after I told him I’d been studying early at the library. She knows I’m seeing someone, but not who. I’m getting in the taxi now. See you soon.
Have you had dinner?
No. When I did make it to the library, I worked through the day and forgot to eat. Starving!
I made tacos.
OMG! Ground beef?
Of course.
The man of my dreams.
When I hear a key slide into the lock twenty minutes later, I shut the burner off and head over to the front door.
“Does it ever stop raining or snowing in Seattle?” Mia steps inside, pulling down her hood and kicking off her boots at the door.
“You get used to it,” I say, taking her bag from her shoulder and setting it down on the floor.
“My fingers are freezing, and all I did was walk from the taxi to the lobby,” Mia says on a shaky breath, fumbling with the buttons on her red coat.
I step forward and take her hands in mine, warming them through.
She looks up at me, the golden fleck in her left eye shining underneath my apartment lighting.
“You’re freezing, Sweetheart.”
“It’s cold outside, and the taxi driver was too cheap to use the heater.”
I unzip my black training hoodie, and her eyes fall to my bare chest.
“Bring it in. I run hot.”
Mia steps forward, snuggling into me, and I wrap my hoodie around her.
“My mom used to call these under-jacket hugs.”
“She did?”
“Yeah.” I rest my chin on top of her head. “She said they were the best type of hugs—warm and cozy. She had this one jacket that was so big that she could zip us both up in it.”
Pressing her lips against my chest, she places a gentle kiss over my heart. “The day my mom died, the last thing I did was hug her. I’d been a brat all morning and wanted to wear my school skirt short, like the other girls in class. She wouldn’t let me.”
She takes a deep breath and exhales, the warmth of her breath picking up my heart rate. “We fought from the moment I woke to the second I left the house. But before I walked out the door, I got this urge to make it right, you know? To hug her. So, I did … and that was the last time I saw her.”
Reaching down, I bring my hands under her ass and lift her up so we’re nose to nose.
“Jessie,” she protests, “you’re still in pain.”
With one arm supporting her, I wrap her left leg around my waist. “And I told you what my best pain relief is. I’m fine, Mia.”
Gently, she wraps her other leg around me and then kisses the end of my nose. “I’ll never stop worrying about you.”
“I know, but I’m telling you, I’m good.” I look around at the kitchen. “I had this special night planned for us, starting with tacos, followed by a movie and ending with you in my bed.”
Her green eyes turn darker as she looks down the hallway toward my bedroom. “I have this feeling that tacos are just like grilled cheese—best served cold.”
“Funny you should say that because I’ve heard the same.”
She giggles as I walk us through to my bedroom and kick the door closed with my foot.
“I wanted to do this so badly yesterday,” I say, laying her down on my bed, and I watch the way her dark hair fans out against the crisp white bedding.
“You changed it,” she says, running a palm over the cotton duvet.
I shrug off my open hoodie, leaving me in only low-riding black jeans. “I didn’t want there to be crumbs when you got back into my bed tonight. My goal is to keep you in here for as long as possible.”
Crawling over her, I pull at the hem of her deep red sweater. She sits up fully, and I pull her top overhead, revealing a lacy, similarly colored bra. It’s stunning against her fair complexion.
I pause, taking in the sight of her beneath me. “You look like pure perfection.”
She brings one of her hands to my cheek, pulling me down for a kiss. “My thong matches. I wanted it to be the last thing you removed before you took my virginity.”
My callous palm meets her soft, flushed cheek. “You want this tonight, Mia?”
“Yes,” she whispers into the silence of my darkened room.
My trembling lips meet hers, and I kiss her deeply. The second I close my eyes, images of nineteen-year-old Mia lying on her bed flash through my mind, along with the pain etched across her face when I let her dad lead me out of the house and away from us.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, reaching behind her and popping the clasp on her bra.
Her full breasts spill free, and I lean down, taking her right nipple into my mouth.
She throws her head back and moans at the sensation, the sound shooting straight to my dick. “Yes, I never stopped taking it.”
My mouth moves from her nipple to the crook of her neck, kissing my way up to her left ear. Blood pulses through my body, gathering in my rock-hard cock. Though it’s not the pounding of my heart rate, nor is it the rush of adrenaline I feel right now, that overwhelms me. It’s the sight of Mia as she looks up at me with so much trust that has my emotions spinning out of control.
“I know I hurt you when I left that day. I know you thought I walked away from us. You had every right to be pissed at me, and I’m so fucking sorry,” I whisper into the shell of her ear. “There’s never been anyone else, Mia. Not since the day I met you, not after I got traded to Seattle. You’re the last girl I laid down beneath me, and if I’m lucky enough, you’re the only woman I’ll ever get to call mine.”
MIA
My eyes sting in the best possible way when Jessie hovers over me, whispering into my ear.
“You haven’t been with anyone since …” I trail off, still trying to process everything he just admitted.
So many times, I was convinced he’d moved on. I spent weeks, maybe even months, avoiding news outlets and places where there was a risk of seeing him pictured with other women on nights out. I have no doubt there were some posted, but to know he never went further with anyone, to know he waited for me … if I ever had any doubts about sleeping with him, they’d be out the window right about now.
Slowly, he shakes his head, his dark blond hair falling over his eyes. “No. My head told me to try and move on. That I’d fucked everything up with you and you were better off without me. But my heart never did, Sweetheart.” He brushes his lips over mine. “When you love someone the way I love you, they’re impossible to forget. I never wanted to forget the way it felt to be yours.”
I open my mouth to speak, to check that he just told me he loved me, even though I know my ears heard him right. But he presses a finger to my swollen lips.
“Here’s another thing about me. I might be about to take it slow with you tonight. I want to savor the way you wrap around me. I want to draw out every orgasm I give you—and there will be multiple, Mia. But you need to know I have a dirty fucking mouth, and it’s desperate to tell you all the things my hands, tongue, and dick are dying to do to this stunning body of yours. You’ll never wonder what another man feels like because you’ll know there is no one else in this universe who can fuck you like I can.”
Straddling my body, he sits back on his heels and brings his hands to the waistband of my black leggings, peeling them down until I’m left in only my thong.
His gaze drops to my lace-covered pussy, and an appreciative rumble emanates from his chest. “When I push inside you for the first time, do you want to still be wearing this hot-as-fuck scrap of lace?” He drops down onto one arm and pins me with a feral stare, running his hand over the soaked material. “I know you’re gonna be so damn tight, but with the way you’re weeping for me, I’ll slide right inside you easily.”
My core clenches at his dirty words. “Push them to the side. I want you in me right now.”
Jessie comes to stand over me, and I scoot back into the center of the bed. In one move, he pushes his jeans and boxers down, and they pool at his bare ankles as he steps out of them.
He reaches over and grabs a pillow from the top of the bed, handing it to me. “Put this under your head, Sweetheart. I want you as comfortable as possible tonight.”
My pulse throbs in my ears as I follow his commands.
As he kneels on the bed, his thick thighs on either side of my body, I watch the way he works himself above me, the tip already shining with his needy release. I know what that tastes like, and instantly, I want him in my mouth again. But tonight, I want him inside me way more. Somehow, he looks even bigger than he did last night.
“Are you sure you’re going to fit, Jessie?” I ask on a shaky inhale.
He crawls over me, nudging my legs apart with his knees. “I’m not gonna lie to you, Mia. You’re gonna be so damn full of me, especially when I finally come inside you. But there’s no way my dick isn’t sliding into that pretty, wet pussy of yours, and when I sit all the way inside, I’ll hit spots you never knew existed. You think the orgasm I gave you last night was good? You’ll be chanting my name all night.”
With two fingers to his mouth, he sucks on them slowly and then runs them across my bottom lip. “Open for me.”
I swirl my tongue around them, and I watch the way his throat bobs on a deep swallow.
“Good girl.”
When he pulls them out, they’re already wet from us both, but as he spits onto them, my pussy clenches. I’m so fucking turned on.
“You’re ready to take every inch of me. But I want more than just my cum inside you. Spread your legs further, Sweetheart.”
With his hand at my apex, he shifts my drenched thong to one side and rests a finger at my entrance. I feel my breath hitch in my throat with anticipation.
Jessie’s attention moves from my pussy to my eyes. “Breathe out, baby.”
On my exhale, a single finger enters me slowly, and a cheeky smile tips up the corner of his lips as he watches my jaw fall open.
“You’re already so good at this, sucking me right in.”
He continues to slide inside me carefully. At one point, I feel a tiny pinch as I take him further, but the pain is everything I’m ready to hand over to him.
When he pulls his finger out, I watch as his eyes hood at the sound of me taking him, and he pushes back in, another finger joining.
“Two this time, Mia. I’m so fucking proud of you for taking my hand so well.”
He pumps in and out of me gently, and the sound of my pussy fills his bedroom.
“When I lick you from my fingers, I want them to be soaking. Now come for me.”
When he drives deeper than he’s gone before, scissoring his hand inside, white-hot pleasure rockets toward me. My hips shoot up off the bed, and he cups his hand over my pussy, his thumb working my clit. It’s enough for the simmering heat to spark, and it sends me up in flames as every nerve fizzes in my body, burning in the best possible way.
“Jessie!” I croak, my voice failing me. “I-I’m coming … s-so hard.”
Just like he promised, he draws out my orgasm until I’m a writhing mess beneath him. He pulls out his fingers and smiles at me.
“You’ve always followed the rules like a good girl, Mia.” He brings his fingers to his mouth, stained pink from where no one has been before, and sucks each in turn, his eyes fluttering shut at the taste of me. “Who knew Daddy’s little princess could taste so damn sweet?”
I let out a needy whimper as he brings those same fingers back to my pussy, swiping them through me once.
“Are you still coming for me?” he says as he wraps his now soaking hand around his impossibly hard length, working himself up with my release.
I nod, looking up at him. “I think so.”
When he notches himself at my entrance, he drops down into the missionary position, his forearms bracketing me in as his lips hover millimeters above mine. Pushing back some hair from my slick forehead, he kisses me softly above my left brow.
“I promise I’ll go gentle with you. Breathe with me when it stings.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pinning him in place, and I feel the way his cock pushes just inside. The sensation is everything.
“I want it to hurt,” I say, bringing my hand around the nape of his neck. “I want to be able to feel you when I wake up tomorrow.”
When he pushes his hips forward, our jaws simultaneously fall open at the incredible feeling we’ve only fantasized about until now.
“There will never be a time when you don’t clench your thighs and feel me, Mia.”
He must be halfway in when I feel the first stab of pain, and I wince. Jessie kisses me through it, retracting his hips before pushing in again.
It hurts. I can’t lie and say it doesn’t, but it’s the best kind of pain, as it flirts with insane pleasure.
“I want you all the way in me,” I beg, pressing my heels into the top of his ass. “Touch that spot you keep talking about.”
Jessie pushes further inside, and within a second, he’s so deep that I can barely breathe.
“Are you ready for me to move, Sweetheart?” he asks on a choked breath.
I nod quickly. “Yes.”
He moves in and out of me in smooth, languid strokes. Brushing his lips over mine with every inward thrust.
“Are you okay?” he whispers into my mouth.
“Keep going,” I plead. “Make me come again, Jessie.”
Finding the place he promised he would, he thrusts into me harder than before. It must kick up his pleasure as he moans into my mouth. “Mine. Always have, always will be. You’re mine, Mia.”
“Show me. Come inside me.”
“This tight pussy is going to pull every last drop from me, Sweetheart. Do you want it now?”
“Yes,” I chant, my body burning, another explosion ready to blow me apart at the seams. “I want to come with you.”
Our joint cries fill the room as he fucks me straight through my second orgasm and immediately into a third.
“I’m coming again.”
“Me too.”
I half expected Jessie to bury his face in the crook of my neck when he comes, but he doesn’t. I feel the way his dick throbs, and all the while, he moves his lips over mine, kissing me as he comes inside my pussy.
I have no idea how long we stay like that—joined together and kissing until my lips and chin are sensitive from his scruff. His messy blond hair is over his eyes, some of it stuck to his damp forehead.
Pulling back a couple of inches, he tucks a piece of my hair behind my left ear, his smile way lighter than I’ve ever seen before. “I’m so happy.”
Earlier tonight, he told me he loved me, that he always had. But somehow, these three words have my heart about ready to burst.
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted. For you to be happy.”
This time, his head does fall to the crook of my neck, and he exhales a long breath into my hair. “Your dad can deport me to the other side of the world, but it’ll never keep me away. I exist only for you.”