39. Alexis
TWO DAYS.
That motherfucker makes me wait two entire days before he starts his ”plan.”
He did text me multiple times, but it”s not the same.
And a “patience is a virtue” text isn”t really something that would inspire more patience. The exact opposite, really.
So, when I get home from my shift two days later and see a package in front of my door with a note, I shriek in joy and do a happy dance. I honestly don”t care what he has planned; I just need him to come home.
I haul the gift inside and shut my door, ripping off the note like I’m She-Hulk or something.
Alexis,
The night we met, all I could think was, ”who is this crazy beautiful woman wearing a unicorn onesie and chasing her maniac cat? I like her.” I never thought we would build the relationship we did or that I would find myself missing Slinky almost as much as I”ve missed you.
I hope you like what”s in the box. I have one too, so we can match during movie marathons.
I love you so much; it hurts sometimes.
Jason
P.S. Please tell Slinky I have a monthly order of her treats set up; she deserves a lifetime supply for being the reason we met.
I don”t even know what”s in the box, but I”m already sobbing. I know I”ll love it. When I finally get it out, I cry even harder. He had onesies made with Slinky”s face printed all over it. It”s dorky and obnoxious, but it”s perfect.
Underneath the onesie is a thick envelope. I pull it out, a little startled by how heavy it is. When I pull out the contents, it’s another spiral-bound book, with a note taped to the front.
Alexis, light of my life,
You were right that night. I did give in to my insecurities and fears. I didn”t stand up for myself, and it nearly cost me the only thing that truly mattered. You.
I”ve spent every day since building myself back into the man I want to be so that when I look at you, I”ll know I”m worthy. I told Steven I”m not taking on a new project for the foreseeable future. He”s not happy, but I think he understands I”m not kidding around. I even told my parents. Everything. I thought they”d try to talk me out of it or be disappointed. But you were right. They love me and thought I loved acting as much as they did. They”re probably waiting by the phone right now, hoping to get the call that you”ve taken me back. They love you already. How could they not?
In this envelope is what I”ve been working on. I wrote a script. A movie script, and I”m going to try to get it made. It was hard at first. I was so depressed after you ended things; I wasn”t sure I could write at all. But once I started, I suddenly couldn”t stop. I”m forcing Steven to help me shop it with some production companies. Who knows, maybe this is the start of something new?
I want you to read it first, then come see me, even if it’s at three in the morning again. I hope you like it.
I love you so much.
Jason
P.S. I love you; I love you; I love you.
I haven”t even started reading, and I”m already crying. I almost want to skip reading and go straight to him. But I know he desperately needs me to do this his way, so I quickly put on the onesie (because, how could I not, I’m about to basically read a movie), settle on the couch, and begin reading.
He wrote our story. It”s a little different; the main male character is a rockstar, the female lead is a veterinarian, and Slinky is weirdly a ferret? But the bones of our story are there. And fuck, it”s funny. And sweet. And a little sexy. And by the end, I”m crying so hard I can barely see the script. The second I read the words ”the end”, I”m running out of my apartment. I glance at my smartwatch and laugh; it”s nearly three A.M.
When I reach his door, I don”t bother knocking; I just know he left it unlocked for me. And then there he is, sitting on his couch, also wearing the Slinky onesie like the complete dork he is, head in his hands, knee jiggling.
Then he hears me. His head pops up. His eyes are so full of hope and love that I can’t help my smile.
”Before we do anything, I need to say something.” He looks green, clearly nervous about what I have to say. He nods, swallowing visibly.
”You, Jason Adams, were never unworthy. You have always been and will always be the love of my life, and I am so sorry that I let my fear make me think otherwise. I love my gifts, but I don”t need them. I only need you. Understood?” He nods again; I can see moisture in his eyes. He needed me to say that, even if he didn”t realize it.
”Now, get your ass over here, Hollywood. I need to kiss my man.” A huge grin splits across his face as he comes bolting across the room and sweeps me into his arms. Our mouths crash together, quickly sealing while our hands scrabble to unzip the suddenly inconvenient onesies and touch. How could I ever believe I could live without him?
Finally, our onesies are off, and we both gasp as our naked bodies meet. It never ceases to amaze me how connected we feel, even after weeks of being apart.
”I”m going to make love to you and then fuck you until you can”t see straight. Does that work for you, Doc?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” I moan as his lips find his favorite spot on my neck. The feeling of him sucking hard and most definitely giving me a hickey sends a thrill down my spine. I need him now.
“Jason?”
“Hmmm?”
“Bed. Now.”
“Yes, doctor.” We both laugh as he throws me over his shoulder and takes off down the hall. He pretends to yelp when I take a bite out of his juicy ass. He loves it when I do that.
Instead of tossing me on the bed and going all Dom on me, he sets me down gently. Spreading me across the bed. He doesn’t join me immediately, just steps back and takes me in.
“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful person in the world. Did I tell you yet how much I love you?”
I shake my head, trying to look upset. ”No. I think you need to tell me again and again. Preferably, followed by a few orgasms?” He chuckles and finally joins me. Leaning down to give me a sweet kiss on my lips.
He then continues down my body, taking his time kissing and nipping at every sensitive spot. He spends several minutes on each breast, teasing my nipples with his teeth before taking me into his mouth and sucking. By the time he moves on, I’m nearly incoherent, the pulse between my legs throbbing so hard, I’m surprised I haven’t come yet.
Then finally, finally, his head is between my thighs. He takes a moment, clearly soaking it all in, before his mouth lands on my clit and his fingers seek out my G-spot. I”m so wet already that his fingers don”t even have to work to get in. My back arches off the bed as he gently sucks.
”Yes, yes, yes! Don”t stop, Jason; I”m almost there!” My fingers are diving through his hair, twisting the strands with my fingers. I can feel him smile against me.
He’s slow at first, then starts to pick up the pace until I’m thrashing on the bed, begging him to let me come. But instead of doing what he knows will get me off, he stops.
“What are you doing?”
He kisses his way back up my body until our faces are level. “When I make you come for the first time in months, it’s going to be on my cock.”
His lips crash into mine again, and I can taste my own arousal. My hips roll against his, trying to find the right angle for him to finally get inside me. With my legs wrapped around his waist, after what feels like forever, he finally lines up and slams home.
We both have to stop kissing in order to moan in pleasure. Fuck, does it feel somehow better than before? He fills me up so good, and I know I feel tight and hot for him. It doesn”t escape my notice that we didn”t use a condom, and as if he reads my thoughts, he says.
”No more condoms, no more separation. I”m ready to spend my life with you and make babies. So, when you”re ready, we”ll take out your IUD and get to work.”
“Me too Jason, me too. All I could think about when I thought you were dead is how I’d lost the chance to have a life with you, have kids. That nearly broke me. I don’t want to waste another minute of our life together.” My heart is so full, it might burst.
Soon he has me panting again, not thinking about babies or the future. Just this moment right now. With him inside me, making each other feel good.
He reaches down and starts rubbing my clit just right. And I”m off, orgasm rolling through so violently that I scream his name. A moment later, he”s falling with me, and I feel him pump inside me. His forehead connects with mine, and I can see all the love I”ll ever need reflected back at me.
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”