Chapter 7 Rebecca
REBECCA
Why can’t I just tell him?
I keep working up the courage, then the moment I see Steven, all that hyping up goes out the damn window.
When I’m around him, I lose all self-control.
Hence why I’m lying on top of him, kissing him when I should be giving him peace of mind or telling him that I feel the same way about him. I love him …
But I know that the size of my lie is going to turn his life into shambles.
My body is heating up, my skin craving his touch.
I can’t fight it any longer.
I need him.
Although I’m focusing on his wandering hands, I can still hear the weather report playing in the background.
I’m still slightly worried about not making it in time to beat the storm.
Even with things heading in a different direction than I anticipated, I should have plenty of time before the snow starts to blanket the city.
I have to make it home to Damian.
“God, I’ve missed you,” Steven says in a breathy tone.
My kisses grow deeper and faster as my hips grind across his groin.
I can feel just how bad he’s missed me as his erection presses against my already soaked panties.
My body craves him.
How did I go without him all this time?
“I need you,” I gasp desperately as my hands reach down and fumble with the button on his slacks.
I’ve waited long enough … I’ve tried to shove all these familiar feelings far down inside of me, but within seconds of my kissing him, they all unleash.
He reaches down and begins to help my fumbling fingers, and before I know it, his pants are down below his knees, along with his briefs.
My breath is shallow and rapid as I lightly trace my fingertip along the length of his cock.
Oh, how I’ve missed the noise he makes the moment I touch him.
As if he genuinely longs for me. Just touching him could send me over the edge.
I sit up from kissing him, and I kick off my boots.
When I hear them thud to the floor, he wastes no time pulling at my leggings.
They nearly rip while he simultaneously flips me to my back.
As my pants and underwear are torn off my legs, he tosses them as if I’ll never need them in his presence again.
My sweater is next to go, which is fine by me.
His eyes drink in my now naked body like he’s been dehydrated for days.
Something flashes in his eyes, something hungry for me.
The look he gives me causes goosebumps to erupt across my naked skin.
His knees drop back down on the couch, strategically between my legs, as one of his nudges mine to create enough room.
As he lowers on top of me slowly, I gasp, and it makes a shaky sound in my throat.
I’ve fantasized about the moment I’d reconnect with him for years, but I never expected it to actually happen.
Now, here I am, my body practically begging to be touched.
His fingertips trace up my inner thigh, and they begin to shake uncontrollably, anticipating his next move.
The moan that comes from my lips is louder than expected as his finger slips into my already dripping pussy.
It’s been a very long time since anyone’s touched me like this …
It’s been since the last time he did.
He doesn’t know this information, though, and I don’t plan on telling him.
My toes curl the moment his finger does, rubbing against my sweet spot softly.
His free hand grips my leg that’s closest to the edge of the couch, and he pushes it off so my foot is now touching the ground.
His jaw clenches, and he bites his bottom lip. “That’s what I want,” he grunts, his tone grainy as his head dips down and his tongue immediately finds my sensitive clit.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp sweetly as my eyes close, wanting to savor every second.
My hand grips the back of his hair, pressing him harder against me as my legs lift and now rest on his shoulders.
My hips begin to thrust involuntarily against his mouth.
I know I’m close, and judging by his moan, he must know as well.
It never took him long to get me off in the past, and it’s evident that he hasn’t lost his magical touch.
My whimpers grow more rapid, as do my hip thrusts, and I cry out in the empty air.
“Steven!” I scream as I begin to orgasm against his tongue.
He laps every last bit up and wipes his mouth as he sits up and grins.
As I stare up at him and try to catch my breath, his grin falters, and that look flashes in his eyes once more.
The one that craves every single inch of my body, the look that screams his need to devour me.
I can’t stand the empty feeling I now have, aching for him to fill me up.
I reach forward and lightly grip his erection, sliding my hand up and down his length.
His eyes close as a groan slips from his throat.
Suddenly, his hands grip both my wrists and hold them above my head.
The tip of his penis presses against my opening, and I’m anticipating how good it’s going to feel once he enters me.
All these years later, and I still turn into putty when I’m around him.
He has full control over my emotions …
My mouth falls open as we both gasp when only the tip pushes into me.
It’s like a teaser of what’s to come, and I’m growing more and more impatient.
My body practically trembles for him.
“Please,” I beg. I need you …” My eyes close momentarily as my brows drop. But they shoot back open, and I gasp loudly as he pushes his entire length into me, bottoming out.
“Fuck!” I cry as he thrusts into me again and again, each time faster than the last.
He releases my hands and rests on his knees as his fingers dig into the skin of my hips.
He uses this leverage to pull me into each of his thrusts, using me as his own personal sex toy.
I have no complaints.
The most pleasurable part about this entire experience is watching how much Steven is enjoying me, how much he’s missed me.
Seeing the pleasure on his heated face and the way his hands frantically touch me as if he can’t get enough, it drives me.
His breathing is faltering and more rapid as his speed picks up.
I can see he’s close, but he’s holding back.
Probably feeling the same way I am; we don’t want this moment to end.
We’ve been away from each other far too long.
“I can’t stop,” he groans. “You feel so good …”
His voice trails off toward the end, and my legs now wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of me.
Now, it’s his turn to feel as good as I felt earlier when I let go of everything. I want to feel how much he’s missed me.
“Fuck,” he moans deeply between his clenched jaw. “Becca.”
The moment he whispers my name, I feel him unload, soon filling me up.
His head drops exhaustingly against my shoulder as we both try to regulate our breaths.
I knew that I missed everything we used to have back in the day, but I had no idea it had gotten this bad.
After a few silent moments, Steven pushes himself off of me and sits pantless on the couch beside me.
“Well, that was something,” he chimes up.
A giggle escapes me as I sit up and nod, agreeing with him.
I knew this could be a possibility when coming over tonight, but I assumed I’d be stronger than I was.
Fuck … Why does he make me so weak?
Clarity comes back to me once I look around at the scattered clothing and shoes.
This is bad.
Bad in the sense that if we continue doing this, I have no choice but to tell him about Damian.
This means that I will also have to tell him about his parents.
It’s a double whammy.
Although I’m not worried about protecting them.
It’s their fault everything happened the way it did.
If they hadn’t threatened me, I would’ve stayed.
Damian would know who his father is.
Who am I kidding?
Yes, they played a part in my leaving, but it was my decision.
The blame is on my shoulders.
I pull my sweater back over my head and find my boots thrown across the living room.
Steven smiles as he watches me fetch my clothing like a scavenger hunt.
“What’s so funny?” I ask as I step into my shoes.
“Nothing. I’m just happy that you came over tonight. I just wish you didn’t have to go.”
Sighing, I sit next to him again. “I know. But the storm.” He nods, telling me he understands. If only he truly did.
Leaning in again, I kiss him tenderly, not wanting to pull away and stand up.
As I pass through the living room, I catch a glimpse of the window, and my stomach drops the moment I see the city with snow already lying on the main roads.
“Shit,” I say quietly as I rush outside and stand on his porch, barely seeing my car through the blizzard that’s coming down fast.
How am I supposed to get home to my son if I can’t even see my car a few feet in front of me?
Panic sets in, and my heart starts to pound against my chest.
My parents are home with Damian, but this means I’m going to have to stay here … with Steven.
All night.
Steven walks out, standing beside me on his front porch as we both watch the clumps of snow plopping down, putting layer after layer of white snow down to earth.
“You aren’t going anywhere in this mess,” he comments, looking out and up over the tin roof of the porch.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” I snap back at him. “I guess you got your wish of not wanting me to leave.”
Steven chuckles, but I find it hard to find humor in any of this when my son is at home and I can’t be there with him.
“I guess I have no choice. I’ll text my parents, letting them know I’m safe but can’t come home.”
As I continue, I turn and walk back into the warm house.
Steven goes into his room, finding me clothing to sleep in while I lie to my mother, telling her that I am staying in the city at some motel since I can’t get home.
He returns shortly, holding a large T-shirt and a pair of his pajama pants.
Slipping them on, I giggle at how long they are as they hang over my feet.
It’s better than nothing, and it feels good to be wearing his clothing.
He stares at me as I walk over to the couch and take the empty seat next to him on the soft cushion.
As he slides his arm over me, my head instinctively nuzzles into his neck.
This is something I loved doing back in the day when we would sneak off and spend time together, either in one of our cars or under the stars at the park after dark.
He’s always felt like home to me, and now to feel that again is nostalgic … wonderful.
I’ve missed him so much, and I’m tired of lying to myself.
“Can I ask you something?” His voice is soft, almost as if he is treading lightly.
I already know that he wants answers.
And he deserves to know, but until I’m ready to tell him the real truth, he’s going to have to settle for lies.
“Sure.” I wait silently, my stomach whirling, anticipating what he wants to know.
“You left me high and dry five years ago with no explanation. Why?”
A sigh escapes my slightly parted lips, and I lift my head off his shoulder.
“I was scared, Steven. I was terrified that my dad would find out. I was scared of what that backlash would do to him, and us … everything. I fell for you, and it scared the hell out of me.”
None of what I tell him is a lie; it’s just not the main reason I left.
I was fully prepared for the backlash if it meant I could be happy with him.
But his parents … I know what they are capable of.
And while their threats didn’t seem too drastic, I feared for what they would actually do if I retaliated.
They are the wealthiest family in Grand Rapids.
They can make things happen with the snap of a finger.
But if I’m being honest, I still feel the same way about him I did all those years ago.
I am still very much in love with him.
Steven stays silent as the news continues to play in the background, giving updates about the storm.
Then he sits forward, his arms resting on his knees. “If you want, you can have the bed and I’ll take the couch.”
His response makes me laugh. “I appreciate you trying to be a gentleman, but after what we just did, I would honestly be offended if you didn’t sleep in the bed with me.”
He shakes his head and smiles. “That’s fair.”
I might as well enjoy my time with him, since I’m stuck here until morning, or until the roads are plowed.
If only it could always be this way.
Me living with him, Damian learning that Steven—who is an amazing man—is his father.
We would all be so happy.
It could be this way if I were honest with him about the entire situation.
Only time will tell, now.