Chapter Twenty-Four
Lily
? “Touchin’ Me” - Chandler Leighton ?
I sit in Celeste’s room, staring at all her boxes. “Girl, you sure about this?” I ask. She turns to me, putting her hands on her hips, and tips her head to the side. This is my third time asking her today, but I can’t help but worry.
“Lily, I am only moving in.” She laughs and shakes her head, continuing to put her art supplies into boxes.
“Yeah, but you do know, once you move in, then comes a baby and then comes a wedding,” I say. I know it’s usually the other way around, but we live in the twenty-first century. We all know pregnancy ends up coming first.
“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes.”
I can feel the pressure behind my eyes, my ears becoming muffled as I watch her continue to pack.
My best friend is moving in with her psycho boyfriend and I will be left here alone.
I haven’t told her about the plan with Mateo, scared that she will make me back out of it, or worse, that she won’t leave my side.
This could be the last time I ever see her, and she doesn’t even know it.
“Lil, I swear. Don’t you cry.”
She holds her arms out, enticing me to give her a hug, which makes me burst into tears.
My best friend, Celeste Jones, is giving me a free hug.
The woman who hates physical touch and always pats my head when I engage her in any type of intimacy, is offering me a hug.
I run to her, wrapping my arms around her tiny body, and cry into her shoulder.
“You know Lily, we have an extra room. You can come stay with us and drop this nasty house.”
I turn to see Rowan standing at the door. Fucker. He knows what’s going on and knows I can’t leave since I probably only have one more month of freedom before I become Mrs. Davenport.
Celeste releases me from a hug, letting me wipe the tears from my face.
“Ew, gross. I do not want to hear you guys have sex every night.” I put my hands on my hips, pointing to Rowan.
“I swear, if you do not take care of her, I am going to break into your house and strangle you in your sleep with a shoelace.”
Rowan doesn’t respond to my threat. He walks away from the door and kisses Celeste on her forehead before picking up another box.
“I can continue paying my half of the rent so you don’t have to find a new roommate.”
“Oh god no. You’re a grown-up now. Go live your life.
” I give her a smile, leaning down to tape up another box.
I won’t be living here much longer anyway.
Or living at all, for that matter. I wish I could tell her.
“I have to grow up at some point. Or I’ll just find someone else to tell me when to eat and sleep.
Oh!” I pause, taping the box. “Maybe I will find me a professional chef to be a roommate.”
She holds her hands in the air again. Two hugs in one day? Someone please call an ambulance, I might have a heart attack. I jump off the floor and embrace my best friend.
“These are all of them, yeah?”
My body tenses at the sexy, sultry voice that’s just entered the room. Celeste pulls back from the hug and I put my hands in my short pockets, looking down at my feet to make sure I don’t melt into the ground.
“Yes, those are it. Thank you,” Celeste says.
I hear footsteps leave the room and when I look up, I see the back of Jace.
His hair is wildly blonde, like the sun leaned down to kiss him on top of his head as a baby, gifting him with the color.
The last time I saw him, he was decked out in a county sheriff’s uniform while he fucked my brains out and almost blew my brains out, in the middle of the ocean.
When he finished, he told me I couldn't call him or see him but that he would contact me when he has more information.
All I want to do is rush to him and wrap my body around him, never letting go.
Again, blaming all this on being dick- matized.
I grab my arm when Celeste pinches me. “Ouch!”
“Did you guys fuck when I was in Italy?”
“What?! No!”
She shakes her head, grabbing her purse, and walks out her bedroom door.
I follow her out, standing on our stairs, and watch as she gets into the moving truck with Rowan.
I see Jace’s car parked right behind the truck.
I wave to Celeste, watching the truck pull into the street.
My head snaps when I see Jace hasn’t left.
I pull out my phone from my back pocket when I feel it vibrate.
Unknown: Open bedroom window.
My bedroom window is nailed shut, how am I supposed to do that? I shut the front door behind me, walking to my room to see a new window installed with double locks.
What the hell? When does he do these things?
I open the window to see Jace come around the corner, walking up with my neighbor's garbage bin. He jumps on top of it and through my window like a cat.
“I have missed you so much.” He grabs my face with both of his hands, kissing me like he has been deprived for years.
I follow his lead, rubbing my fingers through his locks and wrapping my legs around his body. He backs us into my bed and climbs on top of me.
“I thought you said I had to be a good little girl for Mateo,” I squeal while rashly grabbing his shirt to pull it over his head so I can feel his cold skin on my fingertips.
“You can be a good little girl for him. But I need you to be a bad girl for me.” He pulls my shirt up, biting my nipple and pulling it through his teeth.
He reaches with one hand, unzipping my shorts, and shoves his fingers to my clit.
“Fuck, look at you.” He brings his fingers between us before sucking the juices off and rubs the remaining across my lips.
His open smile shows off his sharp teeth and his pink swollen lips.
He moves his body to the end of me, taking my shorts with him and rips my panties in half again. “I promise I’m keeping count. I’ll buy you new ones.” His warm breath reaches my slit and licks every inch of me.
My back arches to the sky as his tongue darts out, flicking my clit. I grab at his hair, pulling to try and keep my body from releasing.
“I can’t go that long again,” he says as he bites at the sensitive spot inside my thigh. “I’m addicted, álainn.” He returns to fucking me with his tongue, and every time I feel like I am about to come, he stops. “I might fuck up the whole plan just because I can’t stay away.”
My lower stomach tightens at the sound of him, the smell of him.
Everything about him. My toes curl when I hear his belt and zipper coming undone.
I watch as he wraps his belt together into two loops, grabs my hands, and shoves them through, tightening it.
The leather cuts at my skin as he moves my arms above my head and secures me to my bedframe.
“I’m losing my fucking mind. I need to see you night and day.
From when I wake up in the morning to when I kiss you before bed.
I want to see you walk around naked after I fuck you in every position possible.
” His mouth kisses every spot of my body that has never been kissed.
“I want to taste you every hour.” Kiss. “Every minute.” Kiss. “Every goddamn second.” Kiss.
He says he is losing his mind, but my mind is being sent to another universe. Never has any man confessed the words Jace is producing right now. My body melts under his skin. It responds to his touch, it craves him.
“I want you all to myself,” are the last words he says before both my moans and his grunts fill the air as he shoves his cock into me.
His hand cups the top of my head to stop me from banging against my headboard as he drives into me.
There is no oxygen left in my lungs as every last one of my breaths is taken away.
We lie in my bed, breathing hard, dazed, sweaty, and worn out.
All my pillows and blankets are scattered on the floor.
Jace’s body takes up more than half my bed, spreading out his limbs as I lie on top of him.
I can feel his dick still hard against my stomach while I wrap myself around him like a pretzel.
"If you had a redo button on your life, would you press it?" I say, breaking the silence.
"No." His fingers run through my tangled hair, softly brushing them out.
"Why not?"
"I would have never met you."
“You barely know me, Jace,” I laugh, outlining his tattoos with my fingers. “What if I was some type of psycho killer?”
“I would happily die by your hand if that meant I didn’t have to live without you.”
I lift my body from his, placing my hand on my heart. “Jace Cook, are you professing your love to me?”
“Did me fucking you to oblivion not say enough?” He rolls over me, trapping me underneath him as his cock finds my entrance as if they were two magnets. “You’re the only person I want to fuck in this lifetime and the next.”
“So poetic,” I moan, while he grabs my ass, squeezing as he pushes into me for the second time today. How this man has this much stamina truly inspires me. Every part of my body is so sensitive it’s painful, yet my mind welcomes it like no other.
It doesn’t take long for my eyes to blur as a rainbow light show fills my vision.
My body rocks to connect with his speed, feeling him pulse inside me.
He holds his weight on his elbows while he catches his breath before kissing me on the forehead and jumping off the bed.
My eyes follow his cute plump butt as he walks toward my bathroom.
He comes back a second later, standing at the edge of my bed with a washcloth in hand. “I think your new name is apple strudel.”
“What, why?” I ask, my eyes following his finger as it points straight at my center. “Gross, no!”
He breaks out into a laugh, climbing back on the bed. “You don’t like that one, yeah? How ‘bout Twinkie? Jelly donut?”
“Stop!” I push his body off me as he continues laughing.
“You’re ruining so many desserts, and that washcloth is not going to cut it.
” I swing my legs over my bed, heading toward my bathroom to turn the shower on.
I can feel cum dripping down my thighs and some of it is already drying against my skin.
I step into the shower, the hot water burning against my skin and around my wrist where I was tied to the bed.
“I got you another phone.”
I almost slip in the shower from turning around too fast. Jace catches me by my waist to keep me still.
I don’t know how he moves so swiftly and quietly.
He grabs my body soap from my hands, squirting it into the washcloth and rubbing it against my body.
I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands as they explore.
“What for?” I ask.
“The phone will be for me and you to communicate only. No one else.” He places the washcloth outside my shower, grabs my shampoo bottle, and threads his fingers through my hair. “I already could have fucked up by texting you, also with me being here. But I just couldn't—”
“Live without me. I know.” I place my hand on his cheek, feeling his stubble against my palm. A part of me is being sarcastic, but it almost feels like I’m not lying. Jace is truly obsessed with me and has been for years, and maybe… just maybe, I have been growing feelings for him too.
He slaps my ass and pushes me further back under the water. “I also shouldn’t be telling you this because Rowan thinks you’re going to fuck it up... but we think the proposal is coming sooner than later. We found shit on the boat the other night. Plane tickets, money...”
My breath hitches, the warm water turning cold against my skin.
Jace told me that night that all those girls I met were being targeted as well.
He told me they were all safe now, but most of the men were booked and released.
The raid was just a ploy for information.
Jace and Rowan jumped on a Coast Guard boat to come find me.
Jace was there to rescue me while Rowan went snooping around.
“I promise. I will find you,” he says, grabbing my body and pressing it against his.