37 – The Caveman Gives An Epic Orgasm
Casey
Sound in the kitchen stirs me awake, the heavy arm thrown over me, pulling me back in has a sigh of contentment leaving my lips. I roll over and let Jessie’s arms hold me firmly.
“You’re holding me like I might escape,” I say quietly to him, not hiding the gigantic smile spreading across my face.
“You might.” His voice rough with sleep, eyes still closed with his face held in his usual sleepy frown, and still, even without seeing, he knows where to find my lips and leans down to steal them in a kiss.
“Why would I ever leave when you kiss me like that?” I tease as his hands find my ass in a gentle slap.
“I thought it was my big muscles and winning personality that kept you around?” His eyes start to open and the light in them is unmistakable. I hum lightly as he pulls me in tighter. “Yeah, that helps, too,” I respond, scrunching my nose and quickly kissing him again before untangling myself from said strong muscles.
“Why on earth are you leaving this perfectly comfortable bed right now?” He groans, his eyes traveling my body, still naked from last night’s escapades. With a smug tilt of his lips, he sits up and rests his head on his hand, watching as I pull on his shirt.
“And why are you putting clothes on that incredible body? I much prefer you naked.” I leap onto the bed and smack his chest.
“You’re naughty.” I giggle as he takes the opportunity to wrap me up and flip me over, pinned under him.
“So naughty. What’s my punishment?” He winks and bites my neck gently before licking away the sting and trailing my skin with kisses. I struggle to fight the moan and remind myself I was getting out of bed.
“It’s about to be a sex ban if you don’t let me go make a coffee.” I giggle and manage to shove him off me. He grunts disapprovingly, but smacks my ass as he rolls over and pulls on a pair of his boxers.
Shaking my head and still laughing at the caveman lingering in my bedroom, I head into the kitchen and find Rosie attempting another bowl of cereal. The source of my wake-up call now discovered.
“Morning. Bet you slept well,” she says over her shoulder, her attention leaving the milk, which is a bad decision.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, practically skipping into the kitchen, feeling light, happy, and altogether like myself again. “Also, watch what you’re doing. We don’t need another spilt milk situation.”
She rolls her eyes and focuses back on the milk carton she now has unscrewed and I reach into the fridge to find the fruit and batter mix for pancakes, flicking on the coffee machine to heat a pot.
“Please, I think the concierge heard you and Jessie last night,” she accuses, disgust lining her tone, and I nearly drop all the fruit as I place them on the counter and spin to look at Rosie.
“What!?” I whisper-shout.
“ Fuck, harder, oh, Jessie, you’re so BIG!” Rosie starts making sex noises, and I have to loudly slap a hand over her mouth and shoosh her.
“Oh my god! For a start, I never said that last bit,” I scold, my cheeks feeling very hot even in the dead of winter.
“May as well have,” she says under her breath.
“Oh, god, how embarrassing.” I cover my face.
“The only thing embarrassing about it is that it sounds like you’re having better sex than me. And that is not okay.” She shakes her head, her tight curls bouncing around her shoulders, and it makes me giggle.
“Well, don’t say anything when he comes out here because I’d like to keep having great sex, and he won’t do that here if he thinks you can hear him.”
“I’m sure the caveman loves everyone knowing he can deliver epic orgasms with his huge cock.”
“He does.” Jessie’s amused response has me choking on air and my cheeks turning a shade of red that’d give Rosie’s favorite lipstick a run for its money.
“Oh my god.” I cover my face with my hands, and Rosie just starts giggling under her breath.
“Good job, Jenkins. You might be alright after all,” she says in his direction. I can hear his amused laugh but refuse to look up from my hands. I feel his entire body surround me, like I always do when he is near me. His scent, his warmth, the desire and lust that radiates from him send shivers over my whole body.
“I more so love everyone knowing that you’re mine,” he whispers in my ear.
“Ugh, see? Caveman.” Rosie rolls her eyes and takes her cereal to the counter, where she sits on a bar stool.
“Coffee?” he asks, after thoroughly satisfying himself with my mortification. I nod and go to make the pancakes.
“None for me, Ace. I have to head to the café.” He kisses my cheek and pulls out two mugs.
“Oh, you’re not staying for breakfast?” I hate how pathetically sad it makes me to miss him, and he hasn’t even left yet. It just reminds me of the quote he had used when he couldn’t find the words; I began to feel physical pain every time you left the room. A little kernel of warmth replaces the sad, knowing that he feels this as deeply as I do. That it isn’t one sided. He won’t abandon me or resent me. We’re in this together. On the same page and finally my future is something I can’t wait for.
“I’ll grab something on the way, or I’ll eat at the café. Need to get the stock sorted before we close over Christmas, and the online store goes live today.”
“Oh, that is so exciting!” I jump up and down. I hug him from behind from where he stands at the coffee machine, and he finishes pouring the two cups. He turns, a light smile on his lips, and places a cup in my hands. His eyes trail hungrily down my body, and I feel it tingle all over my skin. I have to sip my coffee to hide the blush on my cheeks.
“Mmm. I like you in my shirt,” he says deeply, reaching out to fist the shirt, pulling me into him and leaning forward for a kiss. He manages a swift slap to my ass before he heads back to my bedroom.
Sighs.
I watch him, and when his back disappears behind the closed door of my bedroom, I have to bite my lip to suppress the squeal that wants to leave. The overwhelming excitement, the way my heart sings with joy, it really does feel unbelievable that this is my life. That Jessie is mine.
“Good lord. You two are worse than Noah and Addison.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I giggle at her and round the corner to sit next to her at the counter.
“So romantic, so swoony, so yuck and all in love.” She rolls her shoulders. “Don’t you get sick of each other? Like all the cuddling and the cliché declarations, being in each other’s space all the time?” she questions, and when I look at her properly, her face is pulled into disgust. She might be serious?
“Of course not.” I chuckle at her. “I think of it like everyone’s soul speaks a unique language, and Jessie learnt how to speak to mine with his. I’ve never been known by someone like how he knows me. It feels—”
“Yeah, that will do.” Rosie holds her hand up. “I have enough romances on my plate at the moment, and you’re ruining my running story dialogue.” I tilt my head in confusion and she waves a hand around as she clarifies. “You know? Like, if I’m stuck in a hard part of a story that has some developmental holes, and I’m trying to help the writer, I carry it in my head. I work through it, talk through the dialogue, try to come up with the fix, try to picture it organically.”
“Why don’t you write books, Rosie? you sound like you’d be very good at it.” I shake my head in amazement at her.
“Absolutely not. I like to pick at people’s work, not create my own. That’s too much.” I just roll my eyes and finish my coffee as Rosie dives back into her cereal.
“Oh, while I’m thinking of it, that manuscript you gave me, I have excellent news. The editor picked it! They want to make an offer to the writer, talk about some developmental things and all that. You need to give me a name and some contact info!” Her smile grows, and I feel the blood rush from my face.
“Oh, uhh, I’ll come back to you on that. Just forget it for now.” I wave her off, praying to god she drops it, because I really needed to find a way to tell Jessie about my moment of stupidity without ruining our little bubble of perfection.
“You’re kidding?” She pulls back, her eyes searching mine. “Wait, did you write it?”
“What?! No way. How could I write a book?”
“But it would make sense. All the secrecy, the love, the hurt, the pain, and the pining for something bigger, deeper.” She pretend-coughs to clear her throat and puts on her best actress voice as she recites a line, “‘ Feeling vacant internally only to realize the person you held space for wasn’t what you had been waiting for at all. But another heart was out there, whispering your name. A heart you couldn’t find nor claim—’”
“Shh! Those aren’t my words, Rosie,” I assure her.
“Those are my words.”
My head snaps in Jessie’s direction, and Rosie chokes on the spoonful of cereal she is shoving into her mouth. You could hear a pin drop in the deathly silence that takes over our apartment.
My feet find the floor, but it feels like I’m walking on clouds. I can’t feel my face, can’t hear anything other than the sound of the blood rushing in my ears. Jessie’s face–shock and pain.
“Jessie,” I urge, heading toward him, but he doesn’t reach for me. He just stands there, letting me grab his arms, trying to force him to look at me, touch me, hold me. Something.
He looks at Rosie, and I have no idea what look she gives him, but he looks down at me.
“You found my manuscript?” he says, a world of hurt behind those words.
I nod and a tear escapes. He doesn’t stop it or wipe it, like he normally would. He watches it trail my cheek and his brows furrow deeper.
“You gave my manuscript to Rosie?” he asks and, God if his voice isn’t ripping my heart out of my chest.
“Jessie, I’m so sorry. Please, just let me explain. I’m so incredibly sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen—”
“What else did you think would happen?” His voice deepens, rising slightly with the anger that vibrates around him.
“I just found it.” I can’t stop the sob that leaves my lips. “I read it, Jess, it’s so incr—”
“Don’t do that right now.” He pulls back from my arms and steps back, his face curling in anger. “Don’t call me Jess. Don’t use that name, you know what that does. That isn’t fair.” His chest rises and falls as fast as my heart beats out of my chest.
“Jessie, please, ” I beg, now properly sobbing. I can see him watch as each tear leaves my eyes. It feels like I’m suffocating. Like someone is sitting on my chest and I need… oh, god. I need Jessie to help me breathe. I reach for him again, but he steps back, his eyes vacantly looking at me. “I have to get to the shop,” he says quietly. “I’ll see you.” Without a goodbye, a kiss, even the twist of my thumb ring to ease my mind, he leaves through the front door and I can’t stop my knees as they buckle, and I hit the ground.