His Rebound Love

by Melissa Bender

  “I would have swapped everything in this place just to make you happy. How’s Lydia anyway? Coming to visit us soon?” Her mother and I got along extremely well.

  “She wants to visit when I’m settled in.” Her eyes widened as she seemed to recall my comments from the bedroom. “I can’t believe you said that to my mother! She is seriously expecting grandbabies soon.” She smiled, half rolling those gorgeous eyes of hers as she sat down on the floor beside the dogs, stretching her legs out.

  I grinned, joining her and rubbing my hand over Colt’s soft coat of fur. “You know you want my babies. Just admit it.” She had already told me that she wanted them. Four, to be exact.

  She laughed, then without warning, she lunged and was soon pouncing on me. I fell back, and her thighs landed on either side of my hips as I reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them. “Jackson…” She groaned, “I’m going to have three of your babies.”

  “Only three?” I cocked both brows up. “All girls… with red hair just like their mama.”

  I knew she did not like the colour of her hair. All the high school teasing and constant questions about the carpets matching the drapes really got to her. I honestly could not give a shit. It was not even an issue. To be honest, I had a thing for redheads. And one, in particular, caught my eyes.

  I found her utterly sexy, sitting here with a little nose wrinkle as her face scrunched. “I take it back. No babies.”

  I laughed, swiftly grabbing her by the hips and rolling us so she was beneath me. I pinned her with my hips pushed against hers. “How about I eat you out until you change your mind? Or just fuck you until you’re pregnant…”

  “You could be at it for a while.” She purred, bucking her hips up. The sparkle in her eyes told me yes.

  A husky growl erupted as I dove in. Instead, I began to tickle her. “Oh, baby. I’m going to enjoy this as much as you.”

  Jumping up quickly, I grabbed her hands, helping her up, then led her down to our bedroom. “We should really unpack.” She sighed, too fake to be serious. “Plus, now that we’re living together, sex isn’t on my mind anymore. I can get it whenever I want.”

  Turning and facing her, I did not bother to hide the bulge growing in my sweats. “You’ve got me all horny, naughty girl.”

  My fingers danced all over her body, holding her tight as my tongue dove in, kissing her… making its way down her full breasts, teasing her nipples as my hand slid lower over her belly. Her hands wandered in return, running through my hair as she began a slow grind against me. I pulled back, only quick enough to undress her, revealing her black panties and bra. Nothing lacey, just simple cotton, but fuck, was it sexy.

  My hands slid up and down her thighs as she straddled my lap on the bed. I groaned as I felt her wet spot against my cock. Pushing her down slowly, my hand made its way up her inner thigh as I kissed her tenderly, my hot breath against her ear.

  I began to glide my tongue down…

  … lower

  … lower

  … gently licking her in long, tender strokes.

  Her thighs locked so hard around my neck, I had to push her legs back and take more control. Her body was slick with sweat as my tongue ran back and forth faster… faster against her pulsing clit as she came.

  I kept true to my word. I tongue fucked that pussy so hard, she could barely speak anything other than yes.

  “Fuck me!!” Her scream was frantic as she pulled my hair, signalling me to get that dick in her now.

  One thing I have learnt about her was when she came after oral, she loved a deep, hard fuck. She wanted to be pounded over and over until her body was completely satisfied. Her favourite position was me on top. She loved to spread her glorious thighs and let me take her however I wanted it. I enjoyed watching every facial expression that she made as I fucked her over and over.

  I slammed in hard, pushing a thigh back as I drove in deep, hitting and filling her to the hilt. “Oh, god…” My balls ached with need. I ran a hand through her hair and cupped the side of her face with the other as I put my full weight against her and kissed her roughly.

  “Jackson… Yes…” Her moans were loud. She arched her back as she slid up and down my cock, her one foot off the bed, on the ground. Her tits were on my face, bouncing as she fucked me her way. I held her hips, capturing a nipple in my mouth and sucking hard.

  I took her against the wall, face first, gripping those hips as I watched my cock disappearing inside her. The view of her round ass was edging me closer. My cock wanted to cum. I wanted to cum. She, however, was not ready for me to cum. I did not want to stop.

  Pulling her back as I sat on the edge of the bed, I watched her reverse cowgirl me. I gave her ass a hard slap, pulling a handful of her hair back and kissing her as she turned to me, riding… grinding. My other hand was against her clit, rubbing fast to bring her to the edge. She came, riding out her orgasm.

  She stood up, turned, and then dropped to her knees. “Fuck...”

  “Ready to go again?” I smirked, kissing the bare nape of her neck.

  She moaned into the pillow. “You can. I’ll just lay here and be still.”

  “Oh, where’s the fun in that?” I grinned, chuckling as I lay back down. “Get up and make me a sandwich?”

  One of her eyes opened. “How about you make me a sandwich? Or better yet, go and unpack my things while I sleep?”

  “Bit tired, baby?” I knew she was. I was too.

  “I’d love a bath,” she muttered, pouting a little.

  “Mmm.” I agreed, suddenly wishing there was a tub here. “We could go to a hotel, get a spa suite.” Just for a bath… Ridiculous, I know. I would do that for her, though.

  “Sounds incredible.” Her eyelids fluttered close. She was starting to fall sleep.

  “You’re incredible.” And with that, I sat up and gave her pert ass another spank. Her jiggling ass only provoked me to do so again until she swatted my hands away with another sleepy groan.

  Leaving her to sleep as I pulled the covers back up her naked body, I pulled on some boxers and went out to the kitchen for a glass of cold water. The hours had seemed to pass us by. Making my way back, I stood by the door and watched her sleeping peacefully. I could have watched her for hours, wasting time just adoring her.

  Unfortunately, I could not do that as there were dogs that needed to be walked and a dinner that had to be picked up. The dogs and I ended up walking for an hour, picking up some Chinese and a bunch of red roses on the way from the usual woman selling outside the café.

  I came home and found her wearing one of my shirts. Her long legs were teasing me as she stirred a cup of coffee and reached over, dunking a teddy bear biscuit in. I watched the bear become too soggy, breaking off and falling back into the mug. I laughed quietly when she pouted.

  “I could get used to coming home like this every day.”

  “Watching me oversoak the bear?” She reached back for the spoon to gather the remaining stuff back out.

  I set down the flowers in front of her as I placed a kiss against her soft cheek. “I meant you.”

  “Get used to it, baby. It’s going to happen a lot.” She smiled back. Her eyes grazed over to the flowers, and her smile grew. “They’re stunning.” Swapping the mug for the bunch, she inhaled their scent. “So pretty.”

  ***

  I was elbow deep in bed linen when I heard my mother’s voice carrying through the apartment. I froze next when I heard Lauren’s. Oh, no. This could not be good. I was not in the mood to listen to anything my sister said unless it was an apology. Sienna knew what had happened also. I learnt my lesson there: tell the Mrs everything… or get in shit for it later when they find out.

  Leaving the hot pink bedding to later, I joined the three of them. That was when I noticed my Dad was also there. I would not have noticed as my mother was so damn chatty about everything. They had no idea we were currently shacking up.

  “Ahh, I see someone’s been shopping. Ooh, I l
ove these!” Lauren gasped, picking the Royal Doulton teacup and saucer up. “I don’t picture my brother as a tea drinker, though.”

  “It’s mine.” Sienna replied, kindly. “It was my great grandmother’s.”

  “Oh.” Her smile faded, purposely avoiding eye contact with me. “Jack, I didn’t think you’d have company tonight. It’s been so long since we caught up.”

  “Wasn’t he at your place yesterday?” Sienna pointed out. “I’ll put the kettle on. Who’d like a drink?”

  Lauren all but eyeballed her as Sienna walked off to the kitchen, talking with my father about her work adventures. He liked her and probably liked to hear the gory details of seeping blood shot wounds or that one time when her hand was deep in, holding a woman’s intestines after being stabbed by her husband’s secret girlfriend. I think since he found out that Sienna had been the one who helped him during his heart attack, he had a soft spot for her big time.

  “So what? She’s leaving her things in here now?” Lauren muttered beneath her breath.

  I frowned, ignoring her, when I noticed a flash of silver in my mother’s hand. “What is that?” My arms crossed over my chest. “Wait a minute. How did you get in here?” Sienna and I were both busy unpacking her things. “Do you have your own key to my place?” I should have expected it, but I was shocked by the idea.

  “Oh, I… I may have a key.” She smiled, looking anywhere but me. “Don’t be mad. I’ve only used it a couple of times.”

  A couple of times? Christ. “When?” I didn’t know about this. I held my hand out towards her. “You’re not having a key. Hand it over now.”

  “Why can’t I? You might need me to come and clean one day or cook your dinner if you’re running late.” Her smile was brushing me off as she gestured to the table with takeaway bags filled with Thai. “Like tonight. We wanted to surprise you with dinner.”

  I had already eaten Sienna’s pussy. I was not hungry for much else. “Key. Now,” I said again, firmly.

  Reluctantly, Mum placed the key in my hands, and I smiled, thanking her. “I just want to help.”

  I sighed, feeling bad because she had not helped much since Sienna came around, but that was not my fault. “I know, Ma. I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think it would make Sienna comfortable knowing you could stop by at any given moment.” I knew she would never go for that.

  “Why would it make any difference to her?” Lauren was growing on my nerves. I did not know what her problem was.

  “Because she moved in with me today.”

  My sister had always been one to make a song and dance about everything. She liked being the center of attention, and with her impending pregnancy, I didn’t think she wanted me stealing her thunder in anyway. It was priceless, the look on her face as I revealed that. She was speechless. Fucking speechless.

  My mum was totally the opposite. She was beaming from ear to ear. She knew this was serious. “Oh, well. That changes everything. I’m sorry. Oh, this is just fantastic.

  “It’s not too soon?” Lauren finally asked. “You’ve been dating what? Three months?”

  Sienna was giggling as she and my father came walking back out.

  “Nope. Four. It makes sense. I mean, we live opposite each other. We spend nights together. You know, what’s the point in waiting for the inevitable? We’re meant to be.”

  She made complete sense. To me, anyway. We were meant to be.

  “Oh, I’m so happy for you both! Let us help you unpack. Lauren, grab a box and help out.” My sister just looked at her, her expression asking if she were serious. “Oh, come on. Help your brother and Sienna out. He did the same when you and Paul moved.”

  I had joked about Sienna’s mother showing up. Fun fact: never joke about that kind of thing unless you’re willing to risk it happening.

  Lydia showed up an hour after my folks. And now, both our mothers were in deep conversation on the couch, planning our babies and Nigella Lawson recipes.

  Our family was in the room, and everyone was getting along, minus my sister who was scowling over putting away a few towels. Even the dogs were happy. I realised that I was honestly happy, and it was all because of one woman. My parents and her mother laughed as we retold the story of how we met. I really needed to watch this 101 Dalmatians story.

  Sienna was curled up beside me on the sofa, her legs tucked up, and I could see she was beginning to doze off. I would have let her, but I wanted her awake for a while longer.

  “Don’t fall asleep on me,” I whispered against her ear.

  Her eyes opened, wrapping her arm over my torso tighter. “You wore me out.”

  Letting out a fake yawn, I stretched up and moved away from her, gathering up the empty coffee mugs and cake plates. I wanted to take my sleepy sex kitten to bed and make slow love to her, but first, there was something I wanted to do more than anything.

  “Babe, can you come help for a second?”

  “Uh-oh, soon he’ll be expecting you to do everything, Sienna. Jackson, don’t you dare make that girl clean up.” My mother scolded as Sienna made her way over to me lazily.

  I laughed, rolling my eyes and drawing a cross over my heart. “I wouldn’t dream of it… especially when I’ve still got you around to help out.” I teased, noticing my dad watching. I think he knew what I was about to do because he gave a nod of approval.

  Sienna was in front of me, dragging both hands through her hair as she cocked her head to the side. “What is it? I was comfortable on the couch.”

  I took her hands in mine. “You’ve still got one box to open,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected it to be. My nerves started to pick up as I reached into the drawer and pulled out the deep blue velvet box.

  She hadn’t noticed, too busy glancing around the room. “Where?”

  Walking towards her, I began to bend down on one knee, lifting the lid to reveal the three point seventy-eight carat pear-shaped rose gold engagement ring. She took a sharp intake of breath as a soft sob escaped her throat, shaking her head in disbelief. My knee hit the ground when I took her left hand in mine. “Sienna… nothing lasts forever. That’s why you live in the moment. My moments are all with you. Marry me?”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  SIENNA

  I was barely aware of everyone around us. My legs trembled, and my hands shook. This was sudden. One moment I was sitting on the sofa, dozing slowly with my head resting against the warmth from Jack’s shoulder, the next moment, he was bending and kneeling before me, asking me to marry him.

  He was asking me to be his wife and spend my life with him.

  I never really thought too much about what I’d feel if he finally pops the question. Would I panic, cry, or even fall to my knees also? I did not picture where he would ask me. I probably would have assumed something romantic, expensive even, and he would be wearing a suit. He was sexy in a suit. Those were all years to come, I thought. It did not occur that we could be engaged within under a year, especially these past few days where he and I had fought. I had cried so hard that night when I walked in on them together.

  The pain, anguish, and heartache were worse than I had ever imagined.

  How could the man I love with my every being hurt me this way? In such a way that I couldn’t bear to look at him?

  Seeing them together, I understood why they were a couple in the first place. They looked perfect together. He, the handsome man, and she, the beautiful bombshell. I felt below average around her. My curves were no match for her long, thin legs. I envied her. I was jealous. Later that night, the jealousy began to wash away as fear came creeping in… the fear of losing him.

  I had been so wrapped up in my lack of self-confidence, that I had not realised it. He wanted me.

  Right now, he was choosing me.

  There was no comparison with her. I was it. I was the girl he was down on one knee for.

  Somehow, magically, this incredible man wanted me. He wanted me… loved me, and that is what I will forever be
thankful for—that this incredible man was mine.

  I loved him, more than all the stars. I loved him wholly.

  My heart was racing not from fear or anxiety, but happiness. I was having an out-of-body experience, gazing into his blue eyes and feeling myself drowning in them. This man could do that to me. I seemed to have stopped thinking. Nothing else mattered but right now and us.

  He was choosing me, and I was choosing him.

  “Yes.”

  A soft whisper came from my closing throat. I agreed to spend the rest of my life with him. More than anything, I wanted to be his wife, to have and to hold forever. Nothing would ever change that.

  He was sliding the ring, or should I say massive diamond, on my left-hand ring finger and then stood. I was being pulled against his body as my arms instinctively wrapped around his back, pulling him against me. Our mouths crashed together, smiling as he kissed me with fierce passion. Our tongues glided against one another, tasting a hint of raspberry from the torte that we finished not so long ago. I just smiled, slowly opening my eyes only to find him gazing right back.

  That was when I came back to earth.

  My mum was crying. His mum was crying. Lauren was looking like we had just transformed into aliens, and Jackson's dad was just smiling as he walked over, pulling Jackson into a fatherly embrace. “Congratulations, Son!”

  “Thanks, Dad.” Jack beamed back, his eyes never leaving mine.

  Our mothers were next, and instead of taking turns, they came crashing into us both. They were squealing with delight, more than happy. It was the best feeling ever, and the only feeling to maybe top this would be once we were standing together, saying our vows.

  No, it would be when we were in the hospital holding our child.

  My hand was lifted without permission and thrust near the sparkling eyes of his mother and mine. “It’s beautiful!”