You & Me: The Complete Series (3 Book Boxset)

by Lisa Shelby

  We left the school and went grocery shopping. The only hiccup we had there was Emily fighting me in the line at the checkout over me paying for the cartful. I really don’t know how many times I have to tell her that I take care of what’s mine, but I remind her again. I think she only relents out of embarrassment and not wanting to cause more of a scene than we already have. The checker was clearly entertained by our little argument.

  After the store we head home and put groceries away. I take Frank and Frances on a walk and Emily has a small lunch waiting. While Emily does some studying. Ireland drags me to her room where we have a princess party. I’m sitting on the floor with a tea cup in front of me and a tiara on my head while I pretend to eat finger sandwiches and drink tea. I mean that’s what any civilized princess would do. The truth is, if it keeps Ireland content so that Emily can study, then I will do what it takes.

  After the princess party has wrapped, Ireland sets herself up with a movie in her room. It is amazing how tech savvy she is. She didn’t need any help at all. She is so much like her momma…strong and independent. While Emily grades some placement tests, and Ireland watches a movie, I start to prep for dinner.

  After our dinner of chicken stir-fry, Emily takes Ireland off to the bath and I clean up the kitchen and listen to ESPN in the background. As I’m cleaning it hits me that I’m in Mick’s house. Fucking Mick. He’s going to kill me when he finds out I am in love with his sister. You know what, Fuck Mick…I knew Emily before I knew him.

  Just as I am about to sit down on the couch to watch the latest scores for the day, Ireland comes out in her adorable footy pajamas and drags me to her room. Emily is pulling back the covers and waiting for her to hop in.

  “Can you both read me a story?”

  Emily looks at me to silently ask if I mind and I give her a little nod.

  “Two short ones, how’s that?”

  Already knowing what she wants Ireland gives us her instructions. “Okay, but Jonafon has to read Five Little Monkeys Jumping On the Bed and you read Goodnight Moon, mommy.”

  Even I know we’re getting off lucky because those are both really short. Even though reading to her isn’t a chore I wouldn’t mind a little alone time with her momma.

  Two books, kisses for Ireland, her stufties and one drink of water, and Emily and I head out of Ireland’s room. Before I even realize what’s happening my back is against the wall and this time it’s Emily that’s attacking me. She doesn’t start off gentle either. It feels like she has been waiting all day for this make-out session against Mick’s empty wall. It’s like the moment was finally hers to take and she is fucking taking it. I am certainly not going to stop her.

  Her hands are in my hair and she gives a little tug which causes me to growl. She whimpers into my mouth as she pushes herself closer to me. My hands are all over her, I can’t seem to settle on one spot. I just keep roaming all over her back, through her hair and grabbing that amazing ass of hers.

  She pulls her lips from mine and kisses her way down my neck, then back up to my ear lobe where she takes a tiny nibble then whispers into my ear.

  “Thank you…for everything.”

  I start to speak, but she presses a finger to my lips. I silence myself immediately.

  “Please don’t sleep on the couch tonight. I can’t remember the last time I slept as good as I did in your arms last night.”

  “I slept good too.” She lets me reply back this time. “Only I do remember the last time I slept that well, and it was with you a million years ago. You sure you want me to sleep in your room with you?”

  “Please?”

  “Whatever you need, baby.”

  Once I’ve given her the answer she was looking for she asks me to wait just one minute and runs into the bathroom. She leaves the door open behind her but is back before I can figure out what she’s doing.

  She joins me in the hall and takes me by the hand and leads me to her room. I feel like I’m in a dream; a dream that I don’t want to wake from even if by sleep she means just sleep. That is fine by me because this is the first time she has made the first move and truly said what she wants. If just sleeping curled up in each other’s arms is what she needs, then that is what I will give her. Would I love more, of course, but just sleeping next to her last night on top of the covers was heaven, and I’ll take more of that piece of heaven any day.

  Once we’re in her room she shuts the door behind us but her eyes never leave mine, and she is still holding my hand. She takes a few steps backwards and then drops my hand. Without any hesitation she reaches for the hem her shirt and brings her shirt over her head and drops it to the floor. She is standing before me in her pink lace bra and jeans. As if that couldn’t be any sexier she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a condom and drops it on her bedside table to make her intentions clear.

  Is this really happening?

  Is this my Gracie? Being this bold and taking what she wants?

  As if answering my internal question, she unbuttons her jeans and then bends over pushing them to the floor and stepping out of them, revealing her matching pink, lace panties. The amazing view in front of me leaves me speechless. I am awe-struck by her beauty. I’m still finding it hard to believe that my dreams—that have haunted my sleep at night for years—seem to finally be coming true.

  “Jonathan?” I hear her ask me, confused, and then I see her cross her arms in front of her stomach and a look of insecurity crosses her gorgeous face.

  I snap out of my awe-inspired gawking and give her a small shake of my head, there will be no hiding from me tonight, or ever, if I have my way. I take her hands in mine and interlock our fingers together and look at every inch of perfection she is offering to me.

  “You are so beautiful, baby. You have nothing to hide from me.”

  I let go of our hands and fill mine with her beautiful face. As I speak the words, “I’m gonna kiss you now, Gracie,” she is already nodding her head. She knew what I was going to say and she wants me to kiss her as badly as I need to kiss her.

  We stand in each other’s arms and I kiss her with all the tenderness that I hope to convey to her. I want her to know what this means to me. What she means to me, and I don’t want to rush this in any way. I pull her further into my embrace and slide my hands up the soft skin of her back. God, I’ve missed the feel of her skin and I need to touch her everywhere. As my hands roam, one tangles in her soft waves to pull her even deeper into our kiss. My other hand trails back down her back and to her perfect ass.

  She pulls back a moment later and for a split second I worry she’s changing her mind. She quickly reassures me by pulling my t-shirt over my head and then it’s her turn to take her time gazing at me. Her fingers leave a trail of heat behind them as she slowly drags them down my neck and to the tattoo over my heart. She takes a moment and traces over my tattoo and then brings those beautiful oceans of blue up to my eyes. I can feel her understanding and what it means to me. She then leans forward and kisses the center of my chest. Her fingers start their way down my stomach to my pants that are now almost uncomfortable from trying to contain the raging hard on I have for her.

  Her gaze has been following her fingers and as her fingers pass the button of my jeans, her hand gently rubs me through them, she brings her eyes back up to mine and gets a sly little smile on her face that says she’s happy she can still do this to me. If only she knew I have been in a state of a partial hard on every minute that I’m alone with her. She is the sexiest fucking woman I have ever known, whether she’s standing before me as she is now or she is fully dressed. She just does it for me like nobody else, and I can’t wait to really show her how she makes me feel.

  After her little tease she moves back to the waistband of my jeans and starts unbuttoning them for me. She’s moving in slow-motion though, and I can’t help but help her out after she has the button and zipper undone. I pull the jeans down as fast as I can and step out of them. I take my socks off in a split second an
d all that is left are my black boxer briefs.

  She does her own assessment of me, just like I did of her, but she doesn’t speak. She steps closer to me, stands on her tip toes, gently brushes her lips to mine, and I feel her fingers reach into the front of my boxers. Fuck, if the soft touch of her hand feels this good with just a couple of slow strokes, I may not last long once I’m actually inside her. While her hand continues its gentle assault, I reach behind her back and unhook her bra. She lets go of me so that her bra straps fall down each arm and her bra falls to the ground. She uses her foot to kick it across the floor and then she climbs on to the middle of the bed and lies down with her hair fanned out on the pillows beneath her. She looks like an angel. My angel.

  I move to the foot of the bed and crawl to her. I spread her legs so that I can settle in between them. I hover over her and lose myself in her mesmerizing, blue eyes. There are no words spoken and I don’t think any are needed—because this moment for me is perfect just as it is. I lean forward, bring my lips to hers, and as I kiss her I hear the slightest little moan escape her lips—I think this is my absolute favorite sound—and I feel her move her hips underneath me. My girl is impatient. This is going to be fun…because I don’t plan on rushing a thing.

  I remove my lips from hers and kiss a trail down her neck to her chest. One of her perfectly hard nipples is just begging for me to take it. Without any further hesitation, I take her nipple in my mouth and twirl my tongue around it and give it a little nibble. After I’ve given the first the attention it deserves, I give her other hardened nipple the same well-earned attention.

  My tongue slowly moves down her stomach and I make sure to go around her belly button. I can feel her tense a little as I reach her lower stomach and I simply hum, “Perfect,” against her skin as I continue. I know she’s worried about the tiny, barely there, marks that are now on her perfect body. But they are the result of carrying Ireland, they are hers, and they gave her that beautiful girl across the hall. To me they are beautiful.

  I’ve now reached her lace panties and I kiss my way down the center of them and find she is just as drenched with desire as I am hard. I look up at her as she squirms under my mouth and see her with her head tipped back and her back arched with pleasure. I hook the sides of the fabric with my fingers, and even though I really just want to rip them off her body, I gently pull them down her legs and add them to the rest of our clothes that litter her bedroom floor.

  I look at her flushed and spread out before me and I don’t know how to fully express to her how perfect she is to me. I crawl back over her, bring my lips to her ear and whisper, “You are exquisite. More beautiful than how I remembered you in my dreams all of these years. I can’t wait to taste you, and then I cannot wait to make love to you. God, I’ve missed you, Gracie.” I take a gentle bite of earlobe and can tell her breathing has picked up after hearing my lust-filled words.

  As I work my way back down her body, I cup one of her perfect breasts—that fills my hand as though it was made just for me— and I work the other with my mouth. I keep working my way back down to where I left her when I removed her panties. Once there I settle in, push gently on her thighs to spread her legs and she puts her feet flat on the bed next to my head. Finally, I take my first taste and I nearly come right then and there. I tease her with my tongue, and as I drag it down her center she grabs my hair and tries to pull my face closer. I drag my tongue back up to her swollen nub, and slide a finger inside and hear her gasp. I look up and see pure lust and want on her face as I increase the pace of my finger and my tongue. A moment later, I give her what I know she wants as I slip another finger into her warmth, and I can instantly feel her tighten around me. She’s already close.

  I pull my mouth from her so I can watch her come apart. I keep my fingers working at their slow pace, and when I look up I find her watching me with rapt attention while her hands fist the sheets below her. She finds my eyes and I keep her gaze locked on mine as I return my mouth to her. I don’t increase the speed of my fingers, but keep it slow and steady. With my eyes on hers, it’s all she needs. Within just a few seconds she’s pulsing around my fingers and eventually she breaks our gaze to throw her head back and moan as quietly as she can. To feel her come apart for me is still the best feeling I have ever had. I help her ride her orgasm through to the end and remove my soaked hand. I give her a moment to catch her breath while I stand and remove my boxers…my boxers that are no longer able to contain me as I push out of the top of my waistband.

  It doesn’t take her but a second to notice that I’m now just as naked as her. She quickly sits up on her knees as she beckons me with her forefinger and a naughty little smile. I meet here in the middle of the bed on my knees as well. We join in a kiss, but all too soon she breaks it, pushes me down on to the pillows, and gives me the same sweet torture that I just gave her.

  She starts at my neck and follows the same path her soft fingers left earlier, but this time she follows it all the way down and takes me deep into her mouth. She pulls me back out and then licks a circle around the top of my head. With her hand at the base of my thickness, she starts to take me to the place I just took her. Using all the strength I can muster…I stop her. I cannot let this happen. I need to be inside her. I will not come in her mouth our first time together again. No way in hell!

  I gently push her off of me and it’s clear she knows that I don’t want to finish that way. With a small, yet sexy smile on her face she reaches for the foil packet on the bedside table. I quickly snatch it from her hand and tear the packet open with my teeth. I can’t slide it on fast enough. The moment it’s on, I’m back on top of her but holding most of my weight on my forearms. I put my forehead to hers and ask one last time, just to be sure. “Are you sure?”

  “More than sure.”

  With her answer still on her lips, I crash my mouth into hers as I slowly and gently push my way into her warm perfection. She is so fucking tight. I know I have to take my time to let her body adjust to me so after slowly working my way in and out a couple of times, she gives me the signal I’m waiting for. Her legs wrap around my back and she uses her feet to push on my ass; her way of telling me she wants more. Just like that we start moving in sync like no time has passed at all. We’re both silent, and never take our eyes off of each other. I can feel her start to tighten and pulse around me, and I know she’s about to come again. We continue to watch each other as we both fall apart in each other’s arms.

  Chapter 30

  Emily

  Waking up in his arms is like waking up in dream. I would love nothing more than to wake up to his warmth every day for the rest of my life. If only life were that simple…

  As I lay in the arms of the only man I have ever loved, I think back to the night before and how gentle and loving he was. He didn’t rush anything and he made sure that he satisfied me before even thinking about himself. It was amazing to feel how in sync we still were and just how natural and right being with him still felt. Looking into his eyes as he made love to me made all the anxiety of the last couple of days melt away. He and I together seem to be a magic elixir.

  I’m brought out of my memories of the previous night when I feel a kiss to the top of my head and a “Good morning, baby,” whispered into my hair. God, how I love the way his voice sounds first thing in the morning. It’s too bad my alarm is about to go off and I don’t have more time on my hands. If he keeps talking I may never make it to work.

  Leave it to me to ruin the moment though when I say, “Morning. Hey…um…we need to be sure we’re up before Ireland. We don’t want to confuse her.”

  “What do you mean, confuse her?”

  “Well, I don’t want her to think this is the new normal or to try to explain to her what grown-up boy/girl sleep overs are just yet. I also don’t want to have to ask her to keep a secret from her Uncle.”

  As if he only heard the first part of my explanation he says, “Do you not want this to become your new normal?”r />
  I can tell he’s upset, and I try to reassure him when I say, “Jonathan, this is Mick’s house and our sleep overs won’t be happening once he gets back.”

  I can see his face cloud over, and any joy left over from the night before vanishes.

  “Hey, don’t think about what happens after this week. Let’s enjoy the time we do have before Mick gets back.”

  “Sure…yea…okay…whatever,” he says in frustration as he throws back the covers and starts to jolt out of the bed.

  I grab his hand before he’s completely out of the bed and say, “Jonathan, don’t be mad that I don’t want to confuse her. I haven’t had to navigate these waters before, and I don’t really know how to handle it.”

  “What do you mean?” he asks still standing, naked in all his glory.

  “I just haven’t really dated much…well…at all.”

  “You mean since us?” He says as he moves his finger between the two of us.

  I am so embarrassed. He must think I’m such a loser, but I have to be honest with him if I want this to work, and I do. I just don’t know how to do it, so I just let it all out.

  “Yep. I know how pathetic that sounds, but I was a twenty-one-year-old who was pregnant with a baby by a man who pretended he didn’t know her, and I had just left you. I was a mess after San Clemente. I could barely function, to tell you the truth. The next thing I know I’m a pregnant college senior, and then Ireland was here. I’ve been a working, single parent all this time and there wasn’t time or anybody worthy enough to bring around my baby girl. So…no. I haven’t been with anybody since you. Lame, I know.” Embarrassed, I cover my face with his now abandoned pillow.

  I feel my butt leave the mattress as I am bounced into the air. He’s jumped back into bed, thrown the pillow covering my face to the floor and is on top of me. His dimples are out in full force as he says, “You have just made me the happiest man alive. All this time I have imagined you with other people, or in a relationship with someone else, and it has always made me sick to even think about. To know that nobody else has had what I had last night doesn’t make you a loser. But it does make me happier than you will ever know.” His lips have now found mine and just as I forget that I need to get up so Ireland doesn’t catch us, my alarm goes off and he pulls his lips from mine. With a shit-eating grin still on his face, he rolls off of me and jumps up from the bed with an extra little spring in his step.