by J. M. Walker
I wanted to spend my life with her. I wanted to give her everything she deserved and more. She loved traveling. I wanted to take her around the world. See new places. Grow together. Learn about other cultures. I wanted to make her my wife and have a dozen more kids. With her. It had only ever been her.
“Jaron?” My name fell from her lips like a petal from a flower. It caressed my skin, kissing every inch of me. As much as I wanted to take this further, I was stuck. In my head. In my own body. My hand stopped moving on my cock, my grip loosening on her hip.
Piper turned around and knelt in front of me. Instead of asking me what was wrong like most people would, she covered my hand and pushed it down the base of me. A hot tingle shivered down my spine. She placed a soft peck on my mouth, our hands stroking and caressing the part of me that had only been hers for the past couple of years.
She trailed hot kisses down my neck, over my collarbone. Her tongue licked along my nipple before she delved lower. Rolling onto her back, her mouth soon found my balls. Sucking and licking until a hard groan finally fell from my lips.
Bending over, I rested my hands on either side of her hips and watched as she slipped my cock into her hot mouth.
My dick lengthened even more, bumping the back of her throat as she swallowed every inch of me. She hummed around me, caressing her hands up my abs and lower, constantly touching me.
Her knees fell apart, revealing the very part of her that I had become addicted to. The scent of her desire for me wafted into my nose. Her pretty little clit peeked out from the soaked folds of her pussy.
Much to my surprise, her hand fell to her center, stroking and dipping into her tight heat.
A growl left me, my hips bucking forward.
She gagged, opened her mouth wider, and took me even deeper.
When she lifted her hand that was currently between her legs it seemed to snap me out of my trance. I grabbed her hand and stuck her fingers between my lips, sucking the juices from her body off them.
Shoving my hips forward and back, I began fucking her throat. Giving and taking everything I wanted from her, I used her mouth to make me feel better. Tonight had been a shit show with Ashton, and Piper was the only one who could pull me out of my head. I knew that now.
Looking beneath me one last time, I saw the outline of my dick in her slender throat as I thrust hard and fast.
She took everything I had to give her. She let me use her to my liking and only when I was good and satisfied, did I return the favor.
Ripping my cock free from her mouth, I gave her a chance to breathe.
Piper panted, wiping the drool that had slipped out the sides of her mouth.
“Turn over,” I demanded, my voice rougher than I imagined it would be.
She did as she was told, revealing her beautiful naked ass to my hungry eyes.
Wrapping my hand in her hair, I held her head in place. “Take a deep breath.”
She inhaled, opening her mouth wide at same time I slammed my dick between her swollen lips. She jumped, gagging around my cock but moaning just the same.
“Fuck,” I whispered, holding her head in place as I throat fucked the hell out of her. Gearing my hand back, I landed a hard swat on her ass.
She yelped, arching on the bed.
So I did it again. And again.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
She moaned, the sound vibrating down the length of my cock and hitting me right in the balls.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
With each hard blow of my hand, her ass lifted into the swings of my palm.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
Her ass reddened, covered by my handprints. That only made me fuck her face harder and slap her ass more.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
Piper cupped my ass, taking me even deeper.
That’s my girl.
That single action made my balls draw up into my body. I took a deep breath and then another. I didn’t want to come. Not yet. Not until I was deep inside of her.
Holding the back of her head, I pushed my hips forward.
She opened her mouth wider, taking me as deeply as her throat would allow.
A hot shiver raced down my spine. “Fuck, baby.” Pulling free from her mouth, I gave her ass another swat. “Turn over and spin around.”
She did as she was told, staring at me with that lust in her eyes I had come to crave.
Crawling between her knees, I kissed her forehead and swiped my thumb over her swollen mouth.
Piper wrapped her hands around my cock, gave it a couple of pumps, and lined it up to her center. “Please,” she whispered.
I crushed my mouth to hers at the same time I slid into her body.
She sighed, wrapping her legs around my waist and lifting her hips to meet me thrust for every thrust.
“You looked beautiful with my cock between your lips,” I murmured against her mouth.
A breathless laugh escaped her.
Releasing her mouth, I pushed into her as far as I could go. Cupping her jaw, I turned her head and kissed the spot beneath her ear. “I love you, Piper,” I whispered. “I hope you know that.”
“I do,” she panted.
Pumping slow and deep, I pushed my face into the crook of her neck. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
“Jaron, I…” Her voice shook, her thighs trembling around me. My name left her lips again on a scream.
“Say it,” I demanded, keeping my thrusts at an even pace.
“I-I love you,” she cried out. “God, I love you too.”
As soon as those words left her lips, my release poured into her.
***
(Piper)
After we came down from our passionate high, we were lying in bed, content and secure, just comfortable in each other’s arms.
“I’m scared,” Jaron blurted, breaking the silence.
“What?” My eyes were wide as I stared up at him. Never in my whole life would I think Jaron would admit to being scared of something.
“I’m here.” I cupped his cheek.
His eyes fluttered closed.
“I’m always here,” I murmured.
“I don’t want you to stop loving me when you find out what I did.” He looked at me then, peering down into me. With both of us naked, the vulnerability slid between us.
“That would never happen, Jaron.” Placing my hand on his chest above his heart, I kissed his cheek. “Look, I know we don’t have a lot to go on as far as our history together. I also know it takes time for us to trust how we feel about each other...but Jaron, my soul recognizes yours. You. Are. The. One.”
He fisted my hair, crushing his mouth to mine and pushing me onto my back. His cock grew, hardening between us. It rested against my lower belly, reminding me of the reaction I caused in him. The need for more. The will to please.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pulled him even closer.
A low growl escaped him. In a rough move, his hand tightened in my hair as his tongue devoured every inch of my mouth.
Lifting my hips, I hinted for more, needing him back inside me. I wanted him slow and gentle and then rough and fast. I wanted everything that made up him. The man I was in love with. The man I was going to marry.
Jaron slid his other hand down my side before hooking my leg around his waist. He slowly slid back inside me, forcing a sigh from somewhere deep inside when we were connected once again.
Piper
A knowing smile passed between us as I got dressed. Jaron watched me in the reflection of the mirror.
He would smirk.
My cheeks would become hot.
His smirk would grow.
And I would laugh.
When I pulled the gray sweatpants up over my hips, fingers wrapped around my wrist. I jumped, my eyes shooting to Jaron. I didn’t even realize he had left the bed.
His jaw ticked, a dark shadow passing over his face but before I could question it, it was gone. Releasing me, he went to the dresser a
nd grabbed my white tank top. He slipped it on over my head, smoothing it down my middle before pulling me into his arms. His body shook with a shuddered sigh.
“Jaron?” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, unsure as to what was going on but wanting to help him with whatever it was. No matter the cost or what I had to do. I would help him.
Before Jaron came home, I probably would have cried over the fact that he still hadn’t told me what was going on with him. But then, on the other hand, I had to be patient. He did tell me that he was in love with me. He told me often how he loved me, so I couldn’t fault him for not revealing all. It was too soon. He needed time. We had so many lost moments together that we had to take what we could.
“Jaron? Hey.” I brushed my mouth over his. “You good?”
“You smell like me.” He nipped the side of my neck. “So yeah, I’m good.”
A breathless laugh left me.
He winked, kissed my neck one last time, and released me. “I’m going to hop in the shower.”
“Okay.” I went to the door when a throat clearing stopped me. “What’s wrong?”
Jaron was looking at my ass. “Nothing but your ass looks hot as fuck in those pants.”
A laugh burst through me. “Now you guys know why us girls like when you wear them. We can see everything.” I waggled my eyebrows.
His eyes popped to mine. “Good thing I have a pair to put on after my shower.”
I giggled, shaking my head. “Enjoy your shower.”
“You can join me,” he called out, heading into the bathroom.
“I have to check on our daughter.” Heading to Brynlee’s bedroom with a smile on my face, I went to her crib. She was sound asleep, resting on her little belly with her thumb in her mouth. Her dark head of hair matched both Jaron’s and mine. Her small nose along with her full lips, mirrored my own. Her skin was darker and that was all Jaron. His lineage was European, and those genes were definitely dominant in Brynlee.
I knew in the beginning people questioned whether I was in fact pregnant with Jaron’s baby. I wasn’t stupid. I heard the whispers. I heard my mom talking with her friends. She didn’t mean any harm by it, I knew that as well, but everyone was aware of the fact that I’d had a fling with Aiden and Ashton. Aiden kept it to himself, while Ashton bragged. Even though the fling was short lived, and we always used protection, it didn’t mean anything. Science was science. Condoms and birth control weren’t foolproof. I was just thankful that Brynn was all Jaron. As soon as she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, I knew.
“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” my mom coached. “Just one more push.”
I screamed, putting everything into that single push. Suddenly, the pressure released from somewhere deep inside of me. I fell back against the bed, my body coated in sweat.
Loud cries sounded around the room, forcing a sob from my lips.
“Want to meet your daughter?” Mom placed the small bundle in my arms, tears flowing down her cheeks.
When I glanced at my daughter through unshed tears, I knew before she opened her eyes that she was Jaron’s. And when she looked up at me, everything felt…right.
The scent of spice wafted into my nose.
My body heated.
Jaron came up behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“I still can’t believe we made her,” I told him, gripping the edge of her crib.
“She’s the best part of us,” he said, his voice low. He curled his fingers around the edge of the crib on either side of mine, caging me in. He moved his hands closer to mine, his thumbs reaching out to brush along the sides of mine.
“She is,” I whispered. “She’s the only parts that matter.”
“I caved and was going to call you and get you to come visit me,” he confessed, still brushing his thumbs along the sides of my hands.
“Really?” I looked up at him then.
“Yeah, but somehow it got out. Someone was listening because I told Sammy and that evening, I got jumped.”
“Jaron.” I gasped. I wanted to ask if he was okay, but he was standing in front of me, so of course he was okay. But I wondered if it still hadn’t left a lingering effect.
“I don’t know who they were.” He pushed away from me and began pacing. “I thought maybe they were with a rival club or someone we had issues with, but no one would tell me anything. I had never seen them before. And I had a hard time seeing them anyway when they had me on the ground and…” He cleared his throat, a dark shadow passing over his face. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Were you hurt badly?” I slipped my fingers between his.
“I was put in the infirmary for three days.” He ran his other hand through his hair. “My dad found out and almost lost his shit and ended up in jail right beside me. But of course, my mom doesn’t know.”
“I’m just glad that you’re okay.” I brought his hand up to my mouth.
“I know we’ve had our issues, but I promise that I’m here. I’m always here. She doesn’t deserve my anger. Even though it has nothing to do with her.” He nodded toward Brynlee. “I’m sure she can feel it. And you definitely don’t deserve it either, Piper.” He led me out of the room and turned off the light.
When we were standing in the hall, he pulled me into his arms. “I love you.”
My heart stuttered. “I love you.” I returned the embrace. “I…I have something for you.” My stomach tumbled, knowing that what I was about to give him was not going to be easy for either of us.
Jaron cupped my face. “You’ve already given me so much. And you put up with my shit.”
I laughed lightly, kissing him softly on the mouth. “Go sit.” I released his hand and went to our bedroom. Once I reached the closet, I opened the door and grabbed a small box from the top shelf.
Joining Jaron back out in the living room, my palms became sweaty the closer I got to him. He was sitting on the couch with his long legs stretched out in front of him. Those damn gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, even while he was sitting. He was hot before, but those pants made him look even hotter. As much as I wanted him, this was not the time because I knew that both of us needed what I was about to show him.
“Another box of stuff?” he asked, nodding toward the small shoe box in my hands.
“This is different.” I sat beside him. “This stuff has nothing to do with the pregnancy. It’s little things that reminded me of you.” I opened the lid, took out a small envelope and handed him the box.
“What’s that?” When he reached for the envelope, I snatched it back.
“I’ll show you in a moment.” I reached into the box, pulling out a coaster. “This is from the bar.”
“The night I fucked you in that bathroom?” he asked, cupping my knee.
“Yeah. I stole it when no one was looking. I forgot I had it until I looked through my purse a few weeks later.” I snuggled into his side, watching him root through the little things I had saved over the last few years.
“Geeze, babe. This stuff…it’s not just from when we started sleeping together.” He pulled out the shard of glass I had cut myself with when we were kids. “Is it?”
“No. I even kept a napkin from the café in Paris.” I rummaged through the items in the box until I found what I was looking for and picked it out of the box.
“Piper.” Jaron took the napkin, wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and kissed the side of my head. “Thank you.”
“It’s no big deal. I’m sure most would think it lame, but I needed these items. It’s like something told me that we wouldn’t have it easy.”
Jaron leaned his forehead against the side of my head, placing the napkin back in the box. “It’s perfect.”
Taking a deep breath, I gave him a small smile and handed him the envelope. “Before you read this…” I chewed my bottom lip.
“Hey.” He pinched my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Whatever it is, thank you.”
“It wasn’t ea
sy to write. It was before I found out I was pregnant. I was upset. You know how they say to write out your feelings and then burn the letter or delete the email and so on? Well, I wrote it, but I didn’t burn it. I’m not sure why.”
Jaron pulled the letter from the envelope.
“It’s only a couple pages but it’s double-sided. Sorry.” My cheeks burned. “Apparently, I was a writer in my previous life.” I laughed lightly, trying to make a joke.
Jaron kissed the side of my head. “Read it to me.”
“What?” I shook my head. “No. I can’t. It’s too…it’s too weird.”
He shoved the letter in my hands. “Don’t care. Read it.”
I looked down at the letter now in my hands and back up at him. What if I read it and he ended up hating me? What if I read it and we would never move forward and past this hurdle between us? What if…what if…what if…? So many damn what ifs. But one thing I knew was that if I read it and he didn’t react the way I hoped he would, I would never forgive myself for not burning the damn letter in the first place.
***
(Jaron)
I wasn’t sure what the letter consisted of but by the way that Piper was munching on her bottom lip, it couldn’t have been good.
“Come here.” I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her back against me. “Read it. Please.” I needed to hear her words. I needed to know what she went through when I was taken from her. I needed to know what I missed out on. I wasn’t sure if it was the guilt eating away at me or if I just wanted to suffer, but I wanted to know everything. Every single thing that made up the woman in my arms.
Piper unfolded the stack of papers and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry,” she whispered before clearing her throat again. “Jaron, you were taken away from me,” she said, louder that time as she read her own words. “I never thought that you and I would end up together. I actually thought at one point that you hated me.”
Never. That would never happen.
“It’s been a couple of days since the police took you. Since I felt Brody’s hands on me. Since I thought he was going to…” Her breath hitched.
I tightened my hold on her.