Chapter Thirteen Truth
Chapter Thirteen
Truth
T
he next few days I bury myself in cleaning—the one thing that lets me pretend I have control over something. I scrub every surface in my room until it looks like a showroom. Everything’s spotless and gleaming— rug fluffed, perfumes and makeup lined up on my vanity in color order.
Satisfying in its own pathetic way, like order can fix what’s broken and magically clear my mind of all my failures.
I move on to the sinks, the cabinets, even the garage and kitchen—because stopping means thinking, and I can’t do that right now. Cleaning gives my hands something real to do when everything else is slipping, muttering to myself.
Don’t overreact.
Don’t explode the next time you see him.
Don’t let the accusing voice in your head scream louder than whatever this is we keep calling love.
Ridiculous pep talk, but it helps.
Usually.
By the time I’m done, the kitchen floor’s so clean you could eat off it—not that anyone here would, but still. My body aches for a hot bath, but at least my head feels lighter.
For days, Jacob and I text like everything’s fine—little jokes, updates, the same half-hearted routine that used to mean comfort but now feels forced.
We talk around the tension, dancing over cracks we both pretend not to see. On the outside, I sound composed and collected.
But on the inside, there’s a storm pressing against my ribs, waiting for one wrong word to tear it open.
Sunday night rolls around and I’ve had it.
Me: Hey… been a minute since we’ve hung out. Want to come over sometime soon?
Jacob: Yeah, I’ve been meaning to see you. When’s good for you?
For half a second my chest relaxes. Hope is an annoying reflex.
Me: I’m free pretty much all week—perks of still being jobless, I guess. So… what works for you?
Jacob: I still have Mondays off…I could swing by your place then?
Me: That works. Late afternoon?
Jacob: Yeah, around 4:30–5. That good?
Me: That’s perfect babe. I’ll see you then.
My eyes dart back to the screen and the stupid little whisper crawls in. Why afternoon? What’s got him so tied up in the morning that he can’t see me—or should I say who?
I crank up “Burning Blue” by Mariah the Scientist loud enough to smother the doubt, sinking into the lyrics, telling myself we’re fine. Like it won’t be frustrating enough that he’s offensively fine. But I’m not about to let his looks get the best of me this time.
I need facts—I need to see his phone.
At least once. I just need one look, one confirmation, one punch of truth to shut my brain up. I’ll play it smooth, keeping him distracted with the assets God clearly didn’t give me to waste, and then—only then, will I find out the truth.
I have too, my sanity depends on it.
? ? ?
He shows up wearing gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips; Hilfiger waistband flashing like he knew exactly where my eyes were going to land.
And he’s right. I look without hesitation—my self-control doesn’t stood a chance. The light from the doorway traces the deep cut of his V, his arm slung casually along the frame, he’s posing on purpose.
But his eyes don’t match the casual act he’s trying to portray.
They pin me in place, stripping away most of my doubts with those big brown eyes.
Warmth slams into me fast, embarrassingly fast, flooding my chest until it’s too hard to hold in.
God, this man is fine. And just like that, the anger, the short texts, the overthinking—all vanish the moment he kisses my forehead, pulling me in like I’m the only home he knows.
Everything about him hits me at once: his Hollister cologne, his big, warm brown eyes that look right through me and make it impossible to think straight, the way he fills a doorway like he owns the air around him.
But the thought claws at the back of my mind. Don’t forget why he’s here, Jainey. Because this warmth can turn cold in a second, and I didn’t invite him here to play house today.
He thinks it’s just another normal Monday, but what he doesn’t know is today I’m not just his girlfriend.
I’m a girl on a mission. And he’s not leaving until I have answers—even if I have to dig up every ounce of courage I have to look him in the eye and ask him up front.
His kiss is still warm on my forehead as I tug him down the hall, my fingers intertwined with his. Normally Mondays are all about us—slow mornings that blur into afternoons of sex and sheets and nothing else.
But not today.
Today, I’m dressed for war.
Green cotton shorts cut so high the bottom of my cheeks stick out, with no underwear. A white ribbed baby tee, my nipples forming into peaks tightening against the fabric as the AC brushes over me.
I don’t want sex. Well not really, not when my head’s so clouded with bad feelings wrestling the good ones. What I want is answers. And if seduction’s the only weapon that’ll get them—then I’ll turn it into something he can’t ignore.
He drops onto my bed, leaning back against the headboard, phone in hand.
The sight of it makes my chest ache, but I don’t let it show.
I don’t ask who he’s texting—even as I stand here, practically naked in front of him.
Instead, I sharpen my silence and let it stretch, stepping closer until his gaze finally lifts to meet mine.
He finally sets the phone down on the dresser, and I know I’ve got his full attention now.
My mouth moves down his chest, and his fingers curl tight in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to trap me in his needy gaze. “Fuck, I missed you, baby.”
Without answering him,, I make my way to his sweatpants, tugging them down along with his underwear, to see his hard cock leaking at the tip, like it has been waiting for me to lick it clean off.
Sucking dick has always been fun for me. To see a guy so tough and strong, weak in the knees just from my mouth alone.
It’s a hell of a sight to see.
His cock bigger than any other guy I’ve been with—but I’ve gotten used to his size. What used to intimidate me only draws me in deeper.
Grabbing his dick with both hands, I sit up on my knees, gently licking his tip, while guiding him down my throat, pulling a low groan from him. I almost choke when he wraps my hair tighter his hand, shoving himself farther down my throat. Drool and spit dripping down the sides of my mouth.
Luckily I figured out how to not gag when he does that—one could say I even enjoy it.
Tears continue to roll down my cheeks. I glance up to see his head tilted back, lips slightly parted and eyelids fluttering.
I follow his pace, bobbing my head up and down vigorously.
Sticking my tongue out, I massage his balls gently, knowing that’ll help him cum even faster.
With the sound of his deep growl and the sweat starting to coat his forehead, I can tell it’s working.
As soon as I pick up my pace, a raw sound rips from him. “Fuck, Jainey… I’m coming.” I stay with him, swallowing every last bit of his release, holding him there until he’s shaking.
I rub the tip along my wet lips, kissing it softly while looking into his eyes. His heavy brown eyes follow every inch of me as I stand, slipping out of my shirt and shorts. His eyes inspect every part of my body. My nipples harden like pebbles beneath the heat of his gaze.
He grabs my arm, pulling me on top of him so my pussy sits right in front of his wet cock. I smile at him, as he yanks me down, slamming his lips onto mine, hard and consuming, tasting his leftovers on my tongue.
I roll my hips against him, the slickness between us making me shiver as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. My grip in his hair is ruthless, almost cruel, but I can’t let go.
I don’t need air—I need him consuming every piece of me.
He pinches my nipple with one hand before popping it into his mouth, drawing a soft cry from my throat. “Yes, baby, right there.”
My needy pussy throbs from the pleasure so much, I swear I think I’m going to explode already.
As if he read my mind, he lifts my hips, flipping me over so that he’s on top, before sliding into me, stretching until he has nothing more to give.
Tilting my head back, I feel everything blur together—numb, full and overwhelmed in the best way.
This is the best high ever. If I could survive on this drug for the rest of my life, I’ll gladly be an addict for him. Even though inviting him over was a decoy, I never said I won’t enjoy the hell out of it.
Especially not knowing if this will be our last time.
He lifts my hips, pulling back almost fully each time before driving into me again, pulling a scream of his name from my throat with every movement. Eventually, my words become just J instead of Jacob.
Tears blur my vision, my face hot and damp, curls sticking to my cheeks. He brushes them away with his thumb, settling his hand back on my hip. I love him so fucking much, I didn’t realize how badly I’ve been craving his touch until now.
Heat gathers low, my release building inch by inch until it’s all I can feel. He lifts me up, before standing at the edge of the bed, glaring at me with his brown eyes full of lust.
Lying on my back, I can’t help but mesmerize over his defined abs and hard 8 inches of cock coated with our juice’s. He’s so sexy, I don’t even know how I’ll feel if I find out he’s fucking around.
This is my man. Just the thought alone makes me just want to run away and never look back. I don’t think I can handle that type of rejection, not from him.
Picking me up, he straddles me on his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck as he lowers us onto my vanity chair, sliding inside me the second we hit the seat—stretching me open all over again in one breath-stealing push.
He throws my legs over his shoulders, hauling my arms up with them, taking the kind of access that leaves me no room to breathe.
With both his hands on my ass, he bounces me up and down so hard and fast, a raw sound ripping out of me, my head nuzzling into his sweaty chest. “Jacob, fuck!”
It hurts so bad but feels so damn good.
“You like that huh? You like my dick deep inside you huh baby?” he says, his voice full and commanding as a deep, guttural noise tears out of him when he drives into me with the next thrust.
“Yes, you feel so good daddy.” My voice trembles on the words, my eyes heavy from the sensation and from how easily he’s bouncing me.
I don’t pull the daddy card often—that’s not usually my thing—but today is anything but normal. Today is about answers. He’s here for one reason and one reason only, and if I have to pull every trick I’ve ever learned, I will.
Whatever it takes to get the answers I need.
He clamps one arm around me, locking me against his chest as he uses his strength to drive me up and down like instinct’s taken over. His other hand goes to the center of my ass, guiding one finger in slowly, as my pussy tightens around his cock.
“Your ass is so tight, fuck. I’m going to fuck this again soon.” He exhales hard as my breaths quicken, feeling myself tense up. He fingers my ass, my pussy swallowing his dick, sliding in deep with zero resistance.
My tongue traces the rim of his ear as I lean in and whisper, “I love you so much. Fuck—you feel so good.”
He pulls me closer, shoving his finger even deeper into my ass, kissing me hard, “I love this pussy,” he drawls, his voice dropping into a harsh groan.
I feel my myself clenching tighter, his finger going in and out fast, our faces drenched in sweat.
My orgasm hits me like a shock to my spine—sharp and impossible to outrun.
Heat floods through me so fast my breath catches, my whole body trembling as it tears through me in uncontrollable waves.
I grip onto him, every nerve lit up, every sound dragging out of me whether I want it or not.
It comes out of me so fast and intense that it lands against his chest, dripping down his thighs and I don’t even feel bad. He knew having me at this angle would have me squirting like a spray bottle rather than my normal oozing orgasms.
Pulling his finger out of my ass, he lifts me up before dropping me down hard and fast, filling me up completely. “You’re so fucking sexy baby.” He growls still inside me, licking the side of my face.
We’re both gasping, trying to pull in air, his arms locked around me while I press my forehead to his chest like I’m afraid he’ll disappear if I let go. I cling to him even tighter, because after everything we just did—I earned it.
We sit for a minute, both of us trying to get our breath back, until my legs finally stop trembling enough for me to pretend I can stand. Before I can even try, he scoops me up and carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, then goes to the closet to grab my towel.
Towel riding low on his hips, he kisses me softly. “I’m gonna start us a shower,” he says low, before heading for the door.
Coming down from the high, my heart beats almost loud enough to drown out my thoughts. This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for.
“Okay, babe. I’ll be right there—just let me convince my legs to work again,” I breathe out a faint laugh.
He grins, smirking like he knows he owns me. “Okay, sexy. Don’t have me waiting too long.”
The instant the door shuts, I grab his phone sitting innocent as hell on the dresser just a few feet away. It’s black screen and blank face looks harmless.
But I know better.
This phone is far from innocent—it’s the vault holding every answer I’ve been too scared to face, the ones that can change everything.