Chapter Thirty-eight Jennifer
Chapter Thirty-eight
Jennifer
I look at myself in the mirror, admiring my outfit. Oh my god, I love this.
Victoria came in my room earlier, shoving a package into my hands. The second she saw the necklace around my neck, she flipped out, practically throwing her hands around my body and hugging me.
She treated me like Daniel asked me to marry him. It makes me wonder how he’d feel when he sees this necklace… I smile as I tuck it into my shirt, making sure he won’t see it immediately.
I zip up my jacket, the leather snug against my body. I love the way it hugs my curves, and it’s gonna be a necessary shield against the night air.
My boots click softly against the marble floors as I step outside my room, my heart thrumming in my chest with excitement.
When I reach his door, I don’t bother knocking. I just push it open and step inside. Daniel barely has time to look up before I close the distance between us.
God, I miss him so badly. We barely had time to talk the last few days… I mean, sure, we cuddled together at night. He also fucked me in multiple positions every single night, but that’s, well… All we did.
I let him take out his frustration and anger out on me, and then we go to sleep. I know he needs it. He needs me. Just as much as I need him.
He needs to take his frustration out in a healthy way, and seriously, I always enjoy it just as much as he does.
My sex life hasn’t been this active in years, however… I usually wake up alone in the morning, with him already gone. And fuck, it bothers me.
Every single time I’d ask someone if they knew where he was, the answer was always the same.
He’s out with Hayden.
Lately, Daniel feels like a ghost—here one moment, gone the next.
I mean, I can’t blame him. He doesn’t tell me much anymore, but I know what’s going on. I know.
“Are you ready?”, he whispers against my lips. I grin. “Definitely am”, I respond, my lips crashing onto his.
For a second, he tenses, but quickly his hands find their way onto my waist, pulling me closer, deepening our kiss.
Heat coils in my stomach as his fingers dig into the leather of my jacket, and surely, I almost forget why I came here in the first place.
I don’t know if I still want to go out with him, or if I want to throw him onto his bed and ride him.
When we pull apart, a giggle is the only thing I let out. Daniel grins back. “What is it?” He asks me.
“I just got an idea, that’s all.”
His eyes instantly light up. “Yeah? What idea, hm?”
“I’ll show you later”, I peck his lips once more. “We should get going, don’t you think?” I ask, my voice lightly breathless.
His eyes darken as they flicker over my face, then down to the fitted leather hugging my curves. “Fuck, yeah,” he responds, his grip lingering on my body for just a second longer. “Let’s go.”
He softly put my hand into his, both of us making our way towards the garage.
We both know exactly where we’re headed.
My eyes wander everywhere, taking in the nightlife of downtown Chicago as Daniel and I cruise around the city. He told me we’d go to a quiet place, but I’m not sure yet which one.
It excites me. Not knowing where we’re going. Being with him alone makes all this worth it.
A smile is on my lips when he makes a turn, the direction we’re going towards suddenly gets more obvious each second.
“We’re going to Loyola Beach?”, I ask, amazed. In the six years I’ve been living here, I’ve never been there. I’ve always been way too busy.
It breaks my heart a little bit when I remember all those times Mary asked me to take her there. Soon, I will, my baby.
But going there with Daniel now? Oh my god…
I can practically feel my body vibrating with excitement.
Both Mary and I looked at some of the pictures, and although the beach is so near, we never went. I never had enough time.
It's another terrible reminder that the life we live now is so much better than our life before. I sigh inside, not showing Daniel how I truly feel about our trip.
I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m excited to finally go there—but I’m also hurt. I’ve been a terrible mother.
“That’s right, pretty”, he responds, his smile almost audible. It makes me giggle a bit.
He’s so different
when we’re alone. He’s so soft, so… Calm.
In front of others, he’s always ready to kill. But with me? He lets his guard down completely.
I love it when he does that.
We both know the last week has been rough on him. Hell, on all of us. A few nights before, he mentioned that ever since I’ve arrived here, shit has been going down.
Of course, he didn’t go into detail. But he didn’t need to. I know all the shit that happened. The meetings and the things I saw made it obvious. I wouldn’t wish all of that upon anyone.
Just a few minutes after, we stop at a parking lot. I immediately get off, take my helmet off and look towards the beach. I can’t believe I’m finally here.
“Do you come here often?”, I ask Daniel. He turns off his Harley and gets off too. To my surprise, he shakes his head after he takes off his own helmet.
“Not really. I mean, I came here before. With Vicky and Enzo, but… It’s not a thing I do every month. Usually, we come here in summer only. When we have some free time, you know.”
I nod understandingly. It makes sense. It seems a bit cold because of the wind, especially now that the sun is almost gone. But I don’t mind.
All I care about is being here. With him.
“Shall we go?”, he asks me and takes my hand into his. A smile stays on my lips as I nod.
I notice his own smile as we both leave the parking lot, walking towards the sandy beach.
The comforting sound of the waves helps me relax instantly. My eyes are focused on the water, amazed by how the water reflects the light of the moon.
The sounds of the huge city we’ve been spending our time in is slightly quieter but still audible. This part of the beach is secluded, and dark. It’s perfect for Daniel and me.
All we want is peace and quiet. No interruptions, no other people. Just us, the cold wind, the sounds of the waves mixing with the city.
It’s perfect for us.
When I look at Daniel for a moment, I catch him staring at me. I smile, squeezing his hand a little tighter. “You’re staring, Daniel.”
Suddenly, he stops walking, yanking my body towards him. I gasp at the sudden move, staring up into his brown eyes. What was—
He grabs my face, kissing me roughly. His lips are moving against mine. When I moan softly, he uses it to his own advantage, slipping his tongue into my mouth.
I melt into his arms, forgetting about the cold of the windy weather. My body feels hot enough whenever he touches me to completely forget about everything else that’s going on.
I grab his hair, refusing to let go of him. I’m guessing he feels the same, as he suddenly grabs my ass, squeezing it gently.
A gasp escapes my mouth. “Daniel—”
“You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”
My cheeks heat up. Fuck. “Right here? Right now?”, I ask, not believing him, but wanting to tease him.
He grins, his hand sliding down beneath my legs. “Fuck, yes. Right now. Right here. I wanna spread your pretty pussy and fuck you while we enjoy the beach.”
Fuck, he makes my cheeks heat up with his words. I look around, realizing there’s nobody nearby. But still, we’re in public. We can’t do this. Right?
“I…” I try to search for the right words, but I can’t seem to find them.
“Are you down?”, he whispers into my ear. I bite my lip, nodding gently.
I know we shouldn’t. I know someone could see; we could get caught within seconds. But I need this. I need him.
Both of us are in desperate need of feeling a thrill which isn’t gonna kill us. A thrill which makes us feel alive, yet is harmless.
After all the shit that has been going on, doing something like this is something we need.
“That’s my good girl”, he whispers, kissing me again. “Get down on your knees.”
I listen to him, getting down on my knees, ignoring the sand which gets my jeans dirty. It doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is him.
Before he tells me what to do next, I take the initiative and undress him, taking his cock into my hands and rubbing it.
He groans quietly, looking around to make sure nobody’s coming. I can feel the heat puddling between my legs, eager for us to finally feel connected again.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s been quite a few days since I realized that we’re not only sexual. I think we both know that by now.
But regardless, he turns me on like no one ever did before. Not just because he’s hot—although, he is.
But also because he makes me feel safe.
No one has ever made me feel as safe as he does.
I got a subtle reminder of how much he’s into protecting me when I slid his pants down earlier. Even now, when we’re at a beach, he carries a gun with him.
“Fuck”, he groans when I gag on his cock, “Good girl. Just like that.”
His praise makes me take him even deeper. Although I hate gagging which I can’t control, I love the way he enjoys it. If he enjoys it, then I can handle not being able to breathe properly for a few minutes.
I keep sucking him off until he stops me, his hand in my hair guiding me away.
“Let me fuck that pretty little cunt, alright?”, he whispers. I nod eagerly.
I’ve never had sex in public. Hell, I never had any type of risky or kinky sex. But Daniel makes all my fantasies come true.
It’s another subtle reminder that maybe, coming into his life was simply meant to be. Maybe it was serendipity.
He cups my face, his thumb tracing over my swollen lips as he pulls me up to my feet. His dark eyes are wild, pupils blown with lust, but there's something else beneath the surface—something that makes my stomach flutter.
Something which we both can’t deny, yet we’re too afraid to address it. It reminds me of the necklace I’m wearing beneath my shirt, hiding from him.
I’m worried about what he’s gonna think. I know that Lilia had a good reason to give me this necklace.