Chapter 16
16
Jaylen
This is too forward. It’s something I would have done in my youth, but not in the past couple of years. I almost let him stop me, but I can’t. He needs to know that I want to be with him. This is something that should have happened long ago. In all honesty, he probably should have been my first instead of the asshole I let take my virginity sophomore year.
I slide my hands down his chest until I reach the bottom of his undershirt and yank it over his head. He helps by lifting his arms. His breathing is heavy, and I know he wants this as badly as I do. He’s just too much of a gentleman to say it aloud.
My fingers fumble with the button on his jeans, but when I finally get them loose, I slide them down until he kicks off his boots and steps out of them. He’s in nothing but his boxers, and soon he won’t be in those. Before I can pull them down, he places his hands over my hands. “My turn.”
He hooks his fingers into the sides of my skirt and slowly drags it down my legs. The scratchy tulle adding to the friction of his fingers. I should have thought through the bodysuit when I decided on this costume. But he takes it in stride. He softly grabs the edge of the sleeves, and pulls down until my arms are free and I help him push it the rest of the way down. Kicking the bodysuit to the side, we stand there, staring at each other. Eyes wide, focusing on the reality of what’s about to happen. No matter what, tonight changes everything.
He pulls me to him and places soft kisses along my jawline. The scruff on his chin is rough and exhilarating at the same time. Turning me around until my back is to the bed, he lowers me gently onto the mattress. His lips move to my neck and his fingers slide their way down my chest, over my stomach, and lower until his hand covers my already soaked panties. “Oh my God,” he whispers against my skin.
Pushing my panties to the side, he slips one finger inside me. Nobody I have ever dated thought of doing foreplay. It went from kissing straight to sex. That could be why I’ve never felt satisfied with anyone.
I slide my hand into his boxers, my thumb rubbing the tip of his cock before sliding down. He rocks into my hand, and I didn’t think anything could excite me the way his soft moans are right this very minute. He lifts up until his mouth meets mine. His tongue dancing with my own. The kiss deepens with the rhythm of our hands until I can’t take it anymore.
“I need you.” My voice a loud whisper in the quiet room.
“Give me two seconds.” He pulls away, and I miss the contact already. He grabs for his pants, pulls out his wallet, and finds a condom tucked away. I don’t even want to think he’s had that there before tonight. He pushes his boxers down and slides the condom onto his cock. I’ve never actually watched anyone do that. Most of my encounters have been in a dark room because I didn’t want the guy of the time to see all of me.
But with Patrick, all the self-consciousness falls away. If anyone can see past all my imperfections, it’s him. He comes back to the bed, pulling my panties down and throwing them somewhere in the room.
“Are you sure?” His voice is gruff. He’s giving me another chance to stop this. To change the trajectory of the night, but it’s too late. I’m all in.
Nodding, I spread my legs wider, making room for him. He leans over me. One hand beside my head and the other lining himself up to me. He’s probably thought about this night more than I ever have. But I know I can’t go another day without feeling what it’s like to be with this man.
I brush my hands along his sides and he flinches. I forgot how ticklish he is. Holding back a smile, I move my hands to his ass and pull him toward me. He rocks into me until we get into rhythm with each other.
This is how it’s always supposed to have been. Me and him. It took me fifteen years to realize that, and now I don’t know how I’ll be able to let him leave. To go back to my day-to-day life while he’s in Texas, so very far away from me.
It’s not long before both of us are panting. Whispering each other’s names into the night. He rocks faster until my world explodes and all I can see is him. He follows along soon after.
He moves to take care of the condom and I run to the restroom. Tonight, has been everything I hoped it would be. I can only hope we can figure the rest out.
A loud whisper wakes me up. Patrick is on the phone pacing in front of the bed. When he realizes I’m awake, he tells whoever is on the phone to hold on. He covers the speakers, and comes to sit by me. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“It’s fine,” I point toward his phone, “I’ll get ready while you finish up your call.”
He gives me a quick peck on top of my head and waits until I’m in the restroom to speak again. He doesn’t sound happy, and I can’t help but feel like our time has come to an end.
I pull the gems out of my hair and turn on the shower. Luckily, the hotel comes with toiletries because I don’t want to go back out there and get my own. Making quick work of bathing and washing my hair, I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel.
When I open the door, he’s no longer on the phone, but he’s changed and throws his clothes into a bag. “Is everything okay?”
He glances up at me and does his best to hide his frustration. “I hate to do this, but I need to take you home and haul ass to Texas. One of our food vendors is being an asshole and refuses to deal with anyone but me.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Not really.”
“Okay.” I get dressed in the leggings and oversized shirt Kelly packed for me. After running a brush through my hair, I put my stuff in my bag and text Kelly letting her know we’re checking out. She doesn’t respond. I didn’t expect her to. She’s most likely sleeping off a hangover.
“You ready?”
Nodding I grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder.
It’s not long before he’s dropping me off at my house. He walks me to my door and leans in to give me a kiss. I back away and see the pain flicker across his face. “I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“It’s fine. I guess I’ll see you at the next reunion.” It’s a shitty remark, but I have to protect my heart. He doesn’t come home, and I can’t leave right now.
“Jay, don’t do this. We can make long distance work until we figure things out.”
“Okay.” It’s all I can say right now. Who’s to say he won’t forget all about me for another fifteen years. It’s partially my fault, I know that. But knowing he’s leaving again feels like a knife to the heart. “Call me when you get home.”
“I will.” He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of my head. Somehow knowing what I need at this very moment. My heart squeezes as I watch him get into his truck and back out of my driveway.