His Rebound Love

by Melissa Bender

  We stripped off our clothes in a rush as we kissed hard, our teeth bumping. He lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom, his lips against my neck as I grazed my nails over his back, causing him to groan and shudder. My back hit hard against the wall, and his lips slid to my neck, sucking as I flexed my hips against him, moaning, needing.

  We were both in our underwear when he stopped and took a step back, mouth agape, lips wet from the kiss. “Fuck… Sienna, you brought those?”

  “You like it?” My chest was rising and falling with each deep, excited breath. I did a little turn, my courage running on adrenaline from flirting all through dinner. His fingers had brushed beneath my dress whenever I least expected it. It had been torture not to drag him to the nearest bathroom and screw. My panties were wetter than ever. My body needed him before I pounce and attack.

  I heard a groan as he looked down at the rear of me.

  “What more could I ask for in life?” His eyes burned a gaze of desire right through me. His boxers were strained, looking ready to split as his cock bulged beneath them. “I’ve got all I need right here.”

  “Lingerie?” I questioned. That was all he needed? I began to get confused, not letting his words and their meaning properly sink in.

  He stood in front of me like a man possessed, ready to take me.

  “No.” He stepped closer, his fingers slipping through my waves of red curls. “The lingerie is hot, but it’s not what I want in life.”

  Oh? The butterflies in my belly were back again, as I wondered what he meant. Jax slowly tore his eyes from the revealing panties and bra covering my pale body, and I found him fixated on me.

  I felt nervous… anxious. Was he not pleased? I was worried, thinking I had let him down in some way. “What do you want?”

  “It’s not about what I want. It’s what I already have being all I need,” he said, staring at me. His words comforted me, easing the despair and going straight to my heart. “A beautiful woman, wearing the lingerie.”

  I well and truly was madly and crazily in love with him.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  The tension was thick as I tried my best to ignore my mother’s questioning. Truthfully, I wasn’t ashamed of her or hiding her. I just didn’t want to put Sienna under the scrutiny of her questioning especially if both my parents, as well as my sister and her husband, were also joining for dinner.

  “Mum, I’m working,” I told her, my eyes focused on the Mac screen in front of me as I kept typing.

  “Jackson, I won’t take no for an answer.” Once she opened her purse and pulled out a notepad and a pen, I knew we would be here for a while. “Does Sienna eat seafood?”

  “No.” She had never even tried it, yet she decided to dislike anything fishlike. I sighed and leaned back in my leather chair, looking up and taking my glasses off and tossing them on the wooden desk softly. “She might be working on Thursday. Isn’t the point of planning a meet-the-girlfriend dinner is to have the woman I’m dating there?”

  “Look.” She narrowed her eyes, leaning in towards me and keeping her voice down from my prying colleague’s ears. “I had no clue you were even dating until Margaret mentioned you kissing a woman at dinner, a dinner that her mother attended also.” I knew that was what really bothered her.

  “It isn’t like that, Mum.” I tried to calm her.

  “How is it then? I’ve met her before. Why wouldn’t you want your family to know about the two of you?” There was a sense of worry in her tone. “I found out through someone else. It was embarrassing for me to not have a clue about my son’s love life.”

  Unfortunately, my mother was right. I had selfishly tried my best to keep her for myself until a woman my mother attended church with mentioned seeing us at Stillwater together, and shit hit the fan. Not literally, but you can imagine an overbearing, smothering mother, who liked to be in on every detail of her son’s life, finding out and storming to my work this morning, demanding to know if it was true.

  “Sienna’s mother lives out of town. You can’t be mad at me for going to dinner.” I gave her a pointed look, keeping my own voice calm. “She’s the only family Sienna has.”

  “No father?” Here we go. So nosy. “What about siblings?”

  “No, and don’t you dare ask her about him.” Even I knew better than to talk about a man she loathed with a passion. She rarely spoke of him. I didn’t even think she knew his name. I would wait for her to open up and talk to me about it instead of prying. “Our relationship’s new. We’ve barely been dating long enough.”

  She sighed and picking her notepad back up, crossing one leg over the other. “Do you think she would enjoy chicken? Chicken is always nice, or maybe—”

  I couldn’t sit here and listen to this any longer. Her voice was beginning to give me a migraine. I had work to do and meetings to attend to. “Thursday.” I interrupted. “We’ll both be there, and no chicken. She likes red meat. Do a steak or something. Steak and salad, or a roast.” I didn’t care.

  “Don’t cancel on me, Jackson.” Jasmine had always made me call up and cancel. I knew she wanted to meet Sienna, but I worried she would scare her off.

  I stood, walking around the side of my desk to her. I helped her stand, picking up her bag and car keys. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Now please leave.”

  ***

  Home, I thought.

  I groaned, smelling something in the hallway as I walked towards my apartment. The smell wasn’t coming from inside mine although someday, I wouldn’t mind that. We had decided not to share keys just yet. This was still new, and we both needed our privacy. Eventually, I would like her to come home from work and either come straight to mine or find me in her bed, with the dogs waiting for her.

  I took a quick shower, unloaded the dishwasher, and put away my laundry. I opened the fridge, then the freezer, and smiled as I found a pink post-it note in Sienna’s handwriting stuck to a frozen pizza box. Get your cute ass over here now!

  I couldn’t argue with the woman. Colt and I headed over, and she opened the door, wearing a pair of tight blue denim jogger jeans and a light grey knit top that showed her mint green bra strap. I pulled her in for an instant kiss. My mouth missed her, craving the taste, the feel of her soft lips. Her sweet tongue was candy flavoured as I felt her against my own.

  “I got your note,” I murmured, sliding my hand easily around her waist, cupping her bottom. She had a great ass.

  The scent of vanilla wafted under my nose as she rested her head into my chest. I got a face full of hair. “I missed you today.” Something was wrong.

  My first thought was that I had somehow fucked up and upset her. My hands moved up back to her shoulders as I rested my hands firmly on her shoulders, pulling her back. “Are you okay?”

  “Just a bad day at work. Sometimes, they get to me. Today was just one of those days.” Oh, no. It was bound to get worse when I mentioned dinner with my family. “Plus, I smelt god awful. You’re lucky you didn’t get to see me after this shift.”

  Cupping her face, I went in and kissed her. I was not sure what I could do, but I wanted to just hold her in my arms and let her know she was safe here, with me.

  We stood there, in front of the closed door, and I just held her until she pulled away first. I swiped the pad of my thumb beneath her eye and brushed away the smudged mascara. “When did you put the note in my freezer?”

  She made her way back into the kitchen with a smile, reaching for the red oven mitt as she turned the oven off with her other hand. “Last night. I knew you would come home tonight. I thought maybe you’d be hungry?”

  “Well, you thought correct. I’m starving. What are we having?”

  “Are you ready for it?” She looked up, almost childlike with that excitement radiating from her. It was contagious. Her smile instantly turned my aggravating day at work much better. All that, just from a fucking smile. “Sit down, and close your eyes. It’s a surprise.”

  I eyed her suspiciously. “Sienna, I
swear to god if you fling a G-string in my face, I’ll get you back much worse.” I laughed but sat down at the table and closed my eyes anyway. Nervousness filled every inch of me as I could hear her coming closer. I wanted to see her; instead, I could only smell around as I waited.

  A shiver ran down my spine as I felt her sultry voice against my ear. “Since you have a love of sexting me eggplant emoji’s on an almost hourly basis when we’re apart, I thought I’d take to opportunity to make you something special for dinner tonight…”

  My eyes shot open, throwing my head back as I roared with laughter. She wasn’t kidding. “You’re serious?” I asked, not believing she had cooked eggplant for dinner.

  “Well, it’s an ingredient, but I was in the grocery store and they were on sale. I must have looked crazy as I laughed holding one. I thought of you instantly.” She dropped herself on my lap and brushed a hand through my hair. “You look tired. How was work?”

  “Interesting...”

  “Sounds intriguing. What happened?” I loved that she wanted to know, that she cared about my day.

  “My mum came in like a raging bull, all pissed because she found out we’re dating and had dinner with your mother.” I leant forwards, kissing her on the nose. My hand went to her thigh, and the other went around her back, keeping her still. “She’d like us to join them for a dinner on Thursday night. Only if you’re not working, that is.”

  “Sure. I like your mum, and I would like to meet the rest of your family too.”

  I was not expecting that. “Wait, really?” I had been dreading bringing this up all day, assuming she would say not a chance in hell.

  “Of course.” She smiled, nodding. “It’s only fair. I mean, you met my mum by accident. Your family lives here. It makes sense that she’d be upset. But it’s not like we were sneaking around. We just weren’t ready to share each other just yet. I know I didn’t want you to meet my mum for another month or so. I liked it being just us.”

  Immediately, I knew that I loved her. She was different and completely amazing. There was no sigh, fake smile, or distaste towards seeing my family. She really, genuinely wanted to go and have dinner with them and liked my mother, of all things. This girl was a keeper, and I would damn well make sure I would keep her.

  “Bedroom?” I suggested, really wanting to be inside her right now.

  “Nope, honeymoon’s over now that we’re doing the whole parents thing. Eat up.” She jumped up from my lap, taking a seat in the chair to the left of me. “I cooked this especially for you, and I really don’t want to reheat chicken.” She had a thing with chicken. Even if it’s cooked, she’ll search for a pink colour, even convincing herself that parts are pink when they’re not.

  “Honeymoon’s over?” I pretended to grumble, picking up the fork. “So, what now? Dinner and maybe sex in a week or so?”

  “Oh no, dinner and then a blowjob.” She winked, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to say. “I was teasing. I mean, look at you. Like I’m going to resist jumping that…”

  My cock was reacting, needing her more than ever. “I’m hard.”

  “I’m wet.”

  Christ. That wasn’t helping the swelling in my groin. “You’re killing me.”

  “It’s a good thing I know mouth to mouth.”

  I just laughed. She was something else, that’s for sure. “All right, darling. We’ll eat dinner first. I see you’ve taken the time to cook. What is it?” I poked my fork in it, my eyes shifting through the different ingredients in the bowl.

  She stood up, grabbing her phone and scrolling down to read. “Ok, I found it. It’s called almond chicken, chickpea, and eggplant curry.” She picked up two glasses of water. “We might need these. It’s pretty hot.”

  “Like you.” I winked.

  She smiled, shaking her head. “Flirt.”

  “Always.”

  There was no mistake, my girlfriend could cook. She had made everything herself, even crumbing the chicken breast. We finished dinner and had small talk about our day. She told me about a woman who died on the way to the hospital after falling and hitting her head in the shower. She had three kids and a husband, and with one slip, she just died. It put her job more in perspective for me. She dealt with death daily. Of course, it was going to weigh down on her and affect her emotionally at times.

  ***

  “Are you worrying about, you know?” she asked once I finished washing her hair in the shower, and I knew instantly what she was referring to. We had both been avoiding that conversation.

  “Nah.” I lied and turned the water off, wrapping a towel around my waist as we stepped out from the shower. “Yeah, a little. You?”

  She nodded, bending and wrapping her head in a towel to dry. “I’m scared. I just know I’m not ready for a baby right now. It’s too soon.”

  I had to agree. It was too soon. “So, since you blew me at the table after you cooked an incredible dinner, do I get to eat you out and fuck you to sleep?”

  Her green eyes twinkled as she dropped the towel from around her body to the floor, revealing her naked, smooth body to me. “Mm, maybe.”

  “Maybe?” Oh, there was no maybe about it. I was having her. “Run, little girl. I’m coming to get you.”

  She took off with a little squeal, laughing hysterically as she had not even made it all the way into the bedroom before I engulfed her in my arms around her waist. My own laugh filled the room, slowly dying down as I laid her onto the bed, hovering above her and pinning her arms to the bedspread. I could stare at her naked body for hours. “You’re beautiful, you know that.”

  “You tell me that often.” She smiled back, her full breasts exposed as I gazed lower, not letting her hide like she usually would.

  I liked that no one had ever gotten to see her naked, that she was for me, and me only. She was a prize and made me feel as if I am winning the jackpot daily. She was my most prized possession that I would always treasure with care.

  “Will you let me inside you, bare?” I asked, my voice full of nerves as my cock slid between, up and down her folds. “I won’t come inside you. I just want to feel you again, without a condom.”

  She looked nervous and shy. “I… Will you pull out?”

  “Yes.” I wouldn’t fuck her close to my orgasm. Once she comes, I would pull out as I knew once she grips me, I am a goner.

  She nodded, giving me the approval I needed, as I drew my hips back. I sunk my cock slowly into her pussy. She starting moaning, bucking her hips. I was being deliberately slow as I pushed into her. I dipped just the tip at first, watching every reaction. Her hips grinded into me, trying to fuck me from beneath. “Fuck me… Stop teasing.”

  “I’ll fuck you,” she finally said it. Fuck me…

  I plunged my cock deep into her as she moaned the words, pounding with every stroke, gyrating back out of her. Every stroke caused a louder moan, a new sound. Kneeling up, I grabbed her by the hips and soon began fucking her just to hear the sweet grunts that came from her throat. Harder. Faster. Deeper. It wasn’t enough. I was thrusting so fast, her words cut off my throaty moans. Her hands were by her sides, one entangled in her hair. I watched her face, studying her reactions, hypnotised by her. Her eyes rolled, squinted, and opened again. She sunk her teeth into her lower lip as she gasped for air, her cheeks flushed as a trail of sweat ran between the valley of her bouncing breasts.

  “Christ, so wet.” I groaned. She was soaked more than usual. I fucked her faster.

  “Faster.” Her fingers grabbed the bedsheets as I rubbed her clit with my finger, wanting her to get off. “Jackson…” Her moans drowned out anything else.

  I could feel the familiar tingle starting in my balls. My cock started to twitch. Leaning forwards, I had to pull out. “I’m going to come.”

  “No... I’m… Oh, yes…” Her legs locked around my hips tighter. She dug her feet into my ass, grinding up as her orgasm rippled through her. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Gripping my arms, she clung to m
e as she cried out, arching her body into mine, holding me like a vice.

  Fuck. My cock throbbed inside her contracting pussy, and my own grunts matched hers as I fucked her harder. The slapping of my balls on her pussy added to the immediate pleasure. I erupted deep inside her, filling her with semen.

  The situation shook us both back to reality.

  Her eyes shot open. “You… you came in me.” Her voice was barely auditable as she caught her breath.

  “You made it impossible to pull out.” I just looked at her. Did we really just do this, again?

  “I was having an orgasm.” She stared back. “I can’t believe it.”

  We were definitely not smart about this. One thing was for sure: she comes a lot faster when my bare cock is inside her and gets really vocal when being fucked hard and fast—a definite turn on for me.

  “I’m sorry.” She sat up, resting back on her elbows. “You tried stopping.”

  Exhaling as I stared at her, I leant forwards, kissing her softly. Kneeling back on my knees, I slowly withdrew from her. Glancing down, I noticed why she felt so wet. “Well, at least you got your period.” I run a hand through my hair, my cock, my balls, and her pussy, all smeared in blood. “I guess that’s a relief.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  “Probably explains why I was so wet, too.”

  My eyes focused ahead. I tried my best to ignore her. All I wanted to do was pull over and shut her up with a kiss. “Sienna, can we please drop this?” I didn’t want to listen to her bruise my ego anymore, let alone discuss this in the car on the way to my parents for dinner.

  “You mentioned how wet I got the other night. It made sense that it was just blood and not me.”

  God, I love her. “Fine. It was blood and not me driving you wild. Message received. Clearly, I’m a shitlover.” I smirked, teasing her with an exasperated sigh as I slowed to a stop, waiting for the light to change back to green.