Chapter 34 Jesse
thirty-four
Jesse
Itold her I loved her.
It wasn’t planned, but the truth is so absurdly bright inside my chest I couldn’t keep it to myself. I’m glad that we don’t talk about it, and even more when she goes off with Derrick to tend to the horses. I need time to sort through my own feelings.
Not that I regret what I said to her. Not even a little bit. It’s the truth, and I’m glad it’s out there, but I wish I had said it in a more romantic setting. The breakfast table under Major’s glare is not exactly the right place.
My heart takes a leap, and I absently rub my chest as I shovel the shit in the barn. It’s not a luxurious chore, but the physical labor helps me think.
Once I’m done with the barn, I find more jobs to keep me moving until I’m starving, and I return to the house to shower and grab something to eat.
I make quick work of both, and then I move to the porch with my guitar and sit right at the steps leading to the house.
A quiet place to enjoy the time for myself before everyone arrives.
Her song is the first thing that comes to mind. I don’t have the lyrics yet, but the melody plays inside my head day or night. I take a deep breath and start playing, slowly, enjoying the moment.
“That’s pretty.”
I smile even before lifting my head. She looks like an angel with her halo of curly hair illuminated by the sun behind her. Her smile is kind, her perfume just a hint of sweetness under the musk of sweat.
“Come here,” I say. She sits beside me, but that doesn’t feel like enough. So I pat my knee.
“You have a guitar already on your lap.” She smirks.
“So just rest your head on my knee. I need you closer.”
She doesn’t deny me, and I chuckle when she mouths, “Cute,” before moving to the ground and putting her head over my knee.
“Are you comfortable?”
She sighs. “Surprisingly so.”
Satisfied, I return to the guitar, playing the notes that make me think of her, and all the hope I hold to my chest that one day I’ll wake to her fevered skin on mine, and I’ll know she’s in heat and it all was triggered by me. By us.
“What’s this song? It’s hauntingly beautiful.”
“Why, Miss Veda, thank you. This one is all me.”
She sits up right away, her eyes wild, and I chuckle at her reaction. “You wrote this?”
“I don’t have anything written, no. But the tune keeps coming to me. It’s a whole song now.”
“It’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
Her voice is so tender, so true, it twists me in knots.
I already love the woman, yet she keeps taking away pieces of my heart, little by little, changing me from the inside out.
I put the guitar away and extend a hand to her.
Feeling the knot inside my heart lessen when she takes it, I tug her until she’s straddling my lap.
Brown eyes to brown eyes, feeling more love than I thought was possible, I kiss her. Slowly and full of purpose, letting the kiss be the lyrics to my song.
“That song is yours, you know?”
Her mouth red from my kisses and eyes dizzy, she takes a minute to understand what I mean. “Mine?”
“It started playing in my head when you arrived. Just a few notes at first. I didn’t think much of it, but now I can see it all. It’s all you.”
“Jesse,” she whispers between my lips. “I—”
“I know I said big things this morning, and I know I might have scared you, but I’m a man of truth. All the things inside me tell me you’re mine.”
Her small hands curl over the fabric of my shirt. “I feel it too. I don’t understand. We keep waiting for scent-matching, like what is happening right now isn’t real? What is even supposed to happen if it’s not this?”
Her frustrated words resonate with my feelings. Everyone is so certain she doesn’t belong to us, but who would she even belong to?
“They say a lot of things about scent-matching. Nowadays, you can even get a match with a blood test, but there are legends about this. Before the modern day, before celebrations, and before Omegas being so rare, they used to say that she knew. That the Alphas might scent an Omega starting heat, but she’s the one who knows who her mates are even before their souls intertwine. ”
Her face falls, and I think I said something wrong, but she doesn’t walk away from me.
“Maybe that’s why. I don’t have a soul since they took Mirasol. How can mine intertwine with yours?”
I grip my woman with all my might, knowing well I’m never letting her go. Mating celebration be damned, I don’t care about anything but this. Us.
“So we bring your soul back, and then it all falls into place.”
She kisses me again, needy and passionate, and while I have her pretty legs around me, I stand, taking her inside.
My big hands are full of her magnificent ass, yet she spills to the side, more than I can handle.
I kick the door open and move through the house without ever leaving her lips.
I know this place well enough that we arrive in my bedroom without any accidents.
I put her carefully on her feet and shrug my shirt off, kicking off her perfume. My chest puffs in pride that she likes what she sees. I’m not vain, but I want to be enough for her. I want to be perfect for her just as she is for me.
“Can you take everything off this time?” she asks, her pretty hands edging by the band of my jeans.
My chuckle is full of need, and I don’t even have the energy to answer before I drop my pants and step away from them.
The sugary scent is on the tip of my tongue.
I always loved baked goods, but I’m going to be a menace at the bakery after her.
I tug her to me, my arms empty without her, and she comes willingly.
We kiss slowly this time, no rush, and I remove her clothes until nothing is between us.
She drops to the bed, curly hair over my white sheets, full breasts, small waist, yet soft tummy.
Thick thighs and more curls between her legs.
Fuck me, I could look at her all day. I’m as hard as a rock, just admiring this woman.
My fingers carve into her hips, and an animalistic sound is ripped out of my throat.
Veda bites her bottom lip. I can tell she’s uncomfortable with all the looking I’m doing right now, but she’s trying to be brave. She said just this morning that no one is allowed to make her feel ashamed, and I can tell she’s fighting the shame ingrained in her.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Every bit of you.”
“You think?”
I scoff. “I know.”
My hands explore every bit of her skin, from the curve of her shoulder to the dip of her waist. I use my middle and forefinger to open her pussy, mouth watering as I look at the pretty pink, and she squirms for the first time.
“What’s the matter? I want to look at you.”
“Do you even need to look there?” Her eyes are wide in clear frustration.
“This is where I want to be the most. Between your legs is my paradise. That can’t be news for you.”
She laughs when I send her a goofy smile, but it ends with a moan when I settle with her thighs over my shoulders and my tongue right between her folds.
She tastes so good that I groan in pleasure, my cock stiff and searching for friction against the sheets.
I murmur things while between her legs, curses and prayers, but they don’t make much sense even to me.
Veda moans loudly. Her hand comes searching for me and pulls my hair, showing me where to pay attention. I want to learn every part of her, and I take direction like no one else. Her hips surge from the bed, giving herself to me, using my tongue to her pleasure.
“Fuck, Veda. I’m going to do this every day for the rest of our lives.”
In a daze, her lips part, and she looks at me. “Yeah?”
There’s so much hope in that small word, I feel emotion in the back of my eyes.
She wants us, and we want her. Even Major.
He can lie to himself, but he can’t lie to me.
I told myself I was going to steal her before.
They were silly thoughts and feel even sillier now, because I don’t think I can steal something that already belongs to me.
“I promise.”
My vow takes root inside my chest, and I know I’m going to do whatever I need to keep it.
I dive back into her pussy, licking, teasing, and loving her more than my heart thought it was possible.
I can’t imagine how good it will feel when I can finally bury myself deep into her until she squeezes my knot.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
I use my fingers to open her for me again, leaving the path free so I can devour her.
I take myself with the other hand, stroking hard as I lap her pussy.
She cries out, my name on her lips, and she comes for me, flooding the room with her scent and my mouth with her taste.
I rise on my knees, ever so grateful for the beautiful image in front of me.
Veda breathes hard, chest moving fast, nipples pebbling, and legs parted. Her one hand is curled into a fist, clutching the sheets, and the other is resting over her belly. I stroke my cock fast, the promise I made on my lips as I come all over her.