Chapter 28 Jett
Chapter Twenty-Eight
JETT
I couldn’t deny her.
Not that I truly wanted to.
Her words spoke to me, burying themselves deep in my heart and soul. Patience was the only woman for me, and I’d been waiting for this moment for so long. But I didn’t want to hurt her after what she’d just gone through; she was still healing.
As was I.
Not physically for me, of course, but mentally. For a moment, I wondered if I was doing the wrong thing and tried to talk her out of it, but Patience was right—no surprise there.
We never knew if we would have tomorrow.
She slowly dismantled the walls I had put up before coming home—those I had erected to protect her from myself—with every gentle touch, sweet kiss, and her belief in me.
The last wall crumbled when she asked me to make love to her.
All the blood rushed to my heart, making it beat erratically, before it headed south to my dick. I was rock-hard in seconds—something she figured out real quickly.
For the last week, the close proximity while sleeping in her bed to assure her she was safe—where we both wanted to be anyway—had been heaven and hell.
Holding her in my arms felt more right than anything else in my life.
However, even with us both clothed, her beautiful body pressed against mine wreaked havoc on my control because I wanted her with an intensity that was all-consuming.
I captured her lips, and she surrendered to me instantly. I swept my tongue inside when she opened her mouth, tasting like sugar and spice—Patience was sweet-sin. If I had to ask for forgiveness later for what I was about to do, so be it.
She’d always been my biggest temptation, the one I tried to deny myself—but not anymore.
Pulling my mouth from hers, I took in her succulent, bee-stung lips, the dreamy look on her face, her erratic breathing, and satisfaction coursed through me.
“I know we are never promised tomorrow, but for however long we are on this earth, I will follow you anywhere.” Leaning in, I brought my mouth to her ear. “You’re mine, Roo.”
Her free hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and her lips brushed my ear, mimicking my move. When her soft breath whispered in my ear, a shot of lust went straight to my cock. “And you’re mine.”
Snaking my hand across her hip, I cupped her perfect ass and pulled her against my aching body. God, I needed her like I needed my next breath.
“Always have been,” I told her.
My lips skimmed her delicate neck, and I pressed a kiss to her throat before I managed to smoothly roll us so she was on her back, and I was hovering over her.
Braced on one arm, I ran the fingers of my other hand back and forth just under the edge of her cotton pajama bottoms. “You have entirely too many clothes on.”
She raised a brow. “I could say the same thing about you.” My wife licked her top lip. “Maybe you should do something about all these clothes.”
Our easy banter had returned. I hated that it had been missing when I first came home. But we were back to where we had been since the beginning.
Okay, that’s not true.
We were even better.
Patience was my best friend, but now she was my wife, and damned if she wasn’t going to be my lover real soon.
“Your wish is my command.”
When she giggled at my comment, her core pressed into mine, and I let out a groan. If I made it to the end without embarrassing myself again, I deserved a fucking medal.
With that thought, my body stiffened, and my mind began to spin in the wrong direction. Sadness washed over me, and if I was honest, there was a bit of anger, along with the guilt again too.
“Hey, where did you go?” Patience asked as she brought her hand to my cheek.
Mentally, I shook off the thoughts in my head before I took an unwanted trip down memory lane about the medal I already had but didn’t deserve. The one I hadn’t talked about, just hidden away. There was only one person I’d mentioned it to besides my therapist.
Not wanting to think about that, I focused on the beauty in front of me—the woman that was my whole world—and I flashed her a tender smile. “Nowhere, sweetheart.”
I wasn’t going to let the past mess up my future.
And that future was staring at me with big, compassionate brown eyes so full of love that I had to choke down the emotions running through me. We had other pressing things to take care of at that moment.
Raising up on my knees, I slowly brought my hands to her sides and slid her purple tank top over her smooth, flat stomach.
The few splattered stretch marks from giving birth to Griffin only added to the appeal.
As her top moved past her lush, bare breasts, all the air left my lungs.
Somehow, I managed to get the fabric over her head before discarding it to the floor.
Patience lay back on the bed, a timid smile on her flawless face.
“You’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart.”
Her more-than-a-handful, heavenly breasts with pretty-as-a-petal, pink nipples—which matched her cheeks at that moment—hardened under my stare and had my mouth watering for a taste.
Though, before I could pay homage to the sight before me, in barely more than a whisper, my wife said, “I want to see you too.”
Clothes first, sampling the goods next.
Once again, unable to resist giving her what she wanted, I slid to the bottom of the bed and stood.
With her gaze glued to me, I yanked my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the growing pile of clothing scattered on the floor.
My athletic shorts went next, and with them, my boxers tagged along—my cock sprang free.
Patience’s soft, chocolate-brown eyes widened, then caught fire; the tiny specs of gold in them lit up as she licked her top lip again. She was killing me with that move, even though I knew she hadn’t been doing it to be seductive—it was fucking working.
Fuck, her reaction to seeing me naked for the first time almost had me shooting off my load on the spot. That couldn’t happen again, but I was hanging on by a damn thread—eager to unite with my wife for the first time. But there was something else I had in mind first.
“Please,” she pleaded. “I want you, now.”
As hard as it was not to cave at her request, I shook my head and started crawling back up her body. “We’re taking this slow, sweetheart.”
She let out a frustrated huff, pulling a grin from my lips. “Trust me, it will be worth it.”
Before she could say any more, I hooked my fingers on the sides of her pants and began pulling her pajama bottoms, along with her panties, down her amazing legs in slow motion, like I was unwrapping the most delicate Christmas gift.
Fuck me. She was the best damn present I’d ever received.
My wife was exquisite.
Along with fabulously naked.
With a flick of my wrist, the last of the clothing hit the floor. It was then, with a wink and a smirk, that my mission began.
The mix of innocence and red-hot lust that sparked in her eyes as I moved between her thighs, shouldering them apart, had my control close to slipping.
But it was the first swipe of my tongue on her sex, the buck of her hips, and her small hands flying to grip my hair as she pulled, that had pre-come beading on the head of my cock.
“Jett,” my girl cried out as her hands moved from my scalp, her nails now scorching down my back—the marks would be ones I’d wear proudly.
I ran my tongue along the length of her and played with the bundle of nerves; her movements became untamed, like a wild horse needing to be set free.
She tasted sweet and tangy, like lazy Sunday mornings and wild Friday nights, but most of all, my girl tasted like forever. Her unhinged movements and moans of ecstasy fueled me on, a fire igniting with every swipe, lick, and exploration of my tongue.
Patience’s hands flew back to my head, holding me against her as her hips thrust upward and her thighs clenched the sides of my head. All I could think in that moment, as I took her straight over the edge, was, If I suffocate, it would be a damn fine way to go.
I stayed with her until her movements slowed and her screams—thank God Griffin slept like the dead because I didn’t know my girl was going to be so vocal—diminished. Her body went lax, and her hands fell to the mattress.
Moving, I hovered over her once again. For a second, I worried that maybe she wasn’t okay. She was so quiet. “Baby, did I hurt you?”
Her heavily lidded eyes opened fully, and her gaze met mine, but it took her a minute to answer, causing worry to set in. “That was…” She sighed. “I can’t even find the words. I’m okay; I just never thought anything could feel that good.”
A slow smile spread across my face, and before I knew it, I was grinning like a fool. “I can make you feel even better if you’re still up for it?”
“I am. But…”
My brows furrowed with a small frown. Was she really okay? Were there second thoughts about us being together running through her mind?
Patience pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
What isn’t she telling me?
“I want to taste you too,” she whispered. “That was a first for me, and I want to be the first for you too.” She sighed. “I shouldn’t assume it would be your first.”
My heart jackhammered, and I was as hard as a steel rod. “Baby, as fucking amazing as that sounds, I wouldn’t last one second if those pretty lips latched onto my cock. And for the record, everything with you will be a first for me.”
Her pleased grin was so big that the power of it lit me up inside and made me want to do anything to keep her happy. Moving one hand down between our bodies, I toyed with her drenched sex before dipping a finger inside her warmth.
A moan of pleasure slipped from her lungs, and I added a second digit, slowly working her into a frenzy. She wasn’t the only one on the brink, though.
“God, I need to be inside you,” I growled.
She was nodding her head in agreement. “I-I want that too,” she panted.
Pulling my fingers free, I dropped to my knees and grabbed the box beside us, ripping the top open with urgency. After snagging a foil package from inside, I tore it open and rolled the condom over my aching dick.
Dropping back down over her, I wrapped my hand around my girth and nudged my cock against her entrance. “Tell me if I hurt you at all.” That was the last thing I wanted to do.
“M’kay,” she said lazily, but her actions were anything but lazy as she wrapped one of her legs around the back of my upper thigh and pressed down while pushing her hips forward, causing the tip of my erection to slip into her.
The sexy, victorious smile she flashed me was something else. Giving her a look of my own, I pressed slowly into her tight, hot channel, closing my eyes as the sensation of being inside my wife washed over me, around me, and consumed me.
“Holy shit! You feel so damn good.”
Her walls wrapped around me like a glove, squeezed me like a vise, and sucked me deep into her body. Trying to move slowly to let her adjust to me was torture, but I managed until I was so far gone, I didn’t know where she began, and I ended.
Dropping my head, I latched my mouth onto one of her taut nipples as I worked myself gently in and out of her. The sounds she made, along with our bodies lightly slapping together, had my balls drawing up tight, and I willed myself to hang on until I coaxed another orgasm from her sinful body.
Our chemistry was off the charts; we were completely in sync as we moved together with pure precision, and I glided in and out of her body. Our breathing quickened, and I knew neither of us would last long as my orgasm began to build.
But there was always the next round.