He brings his fingers to his mouth, cleaning me off him. “Sweet like honey.” He leans over me to open his bedside table and pulls out a box of condoms. “I drove all the way to Walmart for these so no one would see me.” He opens the box, ripping it as the condoms fall on the bed. His hand snatches one, but I sit up, my hand going on his.
“When was the …” I look at him. “Last time?”
“The day before Julia left,” he answers, and I take the condom from his hand.
“I always used condoms with Eric,” I tell him, “and after he died, I got tested. I’m clean.” His hands come to my face. “I want all of you.”
“Are you sure?” His voice drops to a whisper as I nod. My hands on his hips pull down his pants and his Calvin’s. I look down at him, and I blink, my throat going dry. He’s the most perfect man in the whole world, and I have him.
“Make love to me,” I ask him and lie back down. His hands go to the side of my lace thong as I lift my hips. He slides it down my legs, kissing my knee. He takes off his pants while I watch him. My body’s getting ready for him, calling for him. He crawls over me, covering me, kissing me, then returns to his knees. I watch him when he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the cock head through my folds. He places his cock at my entrance as we both watch him enter me, my body taking him. He pushes all the way inside me, and our moans come out at the same time. “Oh, my god,” I say as my hands grip the sheets beside me. He pushes into me over and over, and my legs pull back each time so he can go deeper and deeper. He thrusts his hips, holding my knees back; his thrusts get deeper and deeper, get faster and faster, and then harder and harder.
“You’re squeezing the fuck out of me,” he hisses, my eyes still watching us as I get wetter and wetter on my way to the finish line. One hand leaves my knee as he puts his thumb into his mouth to wet it and then opens my pussy to find my clit. The wetness from his finger with the wetness of my pussy makes him slide left to right with ease. “You like that, don’t you?” he asks, my head nodding while my eyes close slowly. “Your pussy gets tighter every time I talk to you,” he says, his thumb now going in circles. “Look at me,” he asks. My eyes open as I watch him, the light sheen of sweat covering his body. “Look at your pussy taking me.” He looks down at himself. “Swallowing me all in.” I watch as I take him, as my body takes all of him. As I push through the finish line, my stomach goes tight, my hips thrusting faster and faster as I grind my clit on his hand. “Come on, Hailey, come on my cock.” His dirty mouth pushes me over the edge. My toes curl, and my hands press his ass into me, begging him not to move. He lets me take what I need from him, lets me thrust my hips up as I come over and over and over on his cock. I come so hard I don’t hear him say anything, but I don’t need to because he grabs my hips to stop me from moving and plants himself all the way in as he comes in me, filling me even more. He falls to the side of me, taking me with him. Our chests both heaving as we try to catch our breath. “I’ve …” I look over at him as he starts talking. “No words,” he says, closing his eyes. “I think I saw stars.” He smiles.
“Good,” I tell him. “Because I definitely saw stars with birds floating around.” I giggle, and he rolls on his back.
My eyes travel up and down his body, his perfect body, perfect pecs, six-pack to die for, and a cock. “Hailey.” I snap out of my trance. “You just licked your lips while eyeing me.”
“Did I?” I ask, shrugging. “I was just thinking.”
“Yeah, did that thought include a shower?” he asks, climbing out of bed and holding out his hand.
“Does that shower include me getting on my knees?” I kiss his cheek as I walk in front of him, and he swats my ass. “Oh”—I look over my shoulder, his cock now up again—“definitely time to get on my knees.” I wink at him as I dash to the shower where he follows me. I definitely get on my knees, but then so does he. When we finally get back to bed, our fingers are all shriveled up and our hair is wet, but we don’t give in to sleep just yet. He takes me again, and this time, I do the riding. I end up falling on him as soon as I come, my eyes getting heavy as he rubs my back. I don’t know how long I rest because I wake with him sliding into me from behind again. We finish and fall asleep, but throughout the whole night, we reach for each other, never wanting to stop. I don’t know how many orgasms I’ve had when I finally drift off as a light comes into the room from outside.
I’m having the best dream ever. Jensen is all over me. I feel my nipples being pinched and rolled, my hips moving. I feel his mouth on my pussy. My hands thread into his hair, my eyes slowly opening, and I see it’s not a dream. Jensen has his face in my pussy as he eats me. His fingers roll my nipples as his tongue flicks my clit. My hands go on top of his as I mimic his hands. I start to pant, grinding my pussy on his face. I’m about to come when he crawls over me and kisses me, my tongue tasting myself on him. “Morning,” he says as he rolls me over, raising my hips and sliding inside me. My chest off the bed, I hold the edge of the mattress while he pounds into me, slowly at first, until I push back on him. He feels my need, and when I throw my head back, he grabs a fist full. One hand holds my hips so tight, I’m going to have his fingerprints, but I couldn’t be happier. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says as his balls slap my pussy every time he pounds into me. “Play with your clit,” he hisses as his hips push me even farther on the bed.
It doesn’t take me long before I’m jumping over the edge where he follows me.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He kisses my neck when I lie on the bed, tucking my arm under me. “How many times did we have sex last night?”
“Seven,” I say, getting up to grab the covers. “Maybe eight,” I say, tucking myself in as he scoots over to spoon me from behind. “Hmm,” I moan, feeling his chest against me.
“You didn’t count the shower,” he says.
“Sleep.” I yawn. “I’ll make pancakes if you let me sleep for two hours straight.” I don’t wait for him to answer. His soft snore fills the room, so I turn over and bury my face in his neck and follow him into dream land.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jensen
I roll over in bed, and my hand lands on the empty place beside me. My body feels like I just ran a marathon, but I can’t remember a time I’ve been happier in my life. I smile when I hear singing coming from the kitchen. Seeing it’s only nine a.m., I climb out of bed and grab a pair of shorts. I walk to the kitchen, seeing Hailey in my plaid button-down shirt as she stands by the stove singing and shaking her ass. My cock wakes up to play. I walk into the kitchen, and wrapping my arms around her waist, I bury my face in her neck as I smell her. “Morning, baby.” I kiss her as she melts into me.
“Good morning, handsome,” she says, flipping the pancake and placing it on the plate. “You need to tell that bad boy I need food before he gets another round.” She wiggles her ass, making my bad boy want her even more. She turns in my arms, getting up on her tippy toes to kiss my lips. My hand grabs her ass, and I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my hips.
“Oh, my god.” I hear my mother’s voice, and my lips pull away from Hailey. I turn to see my mother with her hand against her mouth, her face in shock, and her other hand on Mila’s shoulder.
Hailey untangles her legs from my waist, mumbling, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
“Hailey, did you have a sleepover?” Mila walks away from my mother and climbs on a stool. “And you made pancakes. Nana, can we eat here?”
“Um,” my mother says, still looking at us.
Hailey looks like she wishes the floor would eat her up, standing half behind me now. “Did you put chocolate chips in the pancakes?” Mila asks, not even picking up on what is going on.
I turn to Hailey and grab her face, making her look at me. “It’s fine.” She just shakes her head no, but then nods yes.
“Can I have two please?” Hailey asks, looking around us at the stack of pancakes on the counter.
“Yes. You can,” I tell
her, then turn to my mother. “Sit down.” She just nods.
“I didn’t know,” Mom says softly. “I had no idea.” I get the plate out and pile pancakes on it for Mila. “I’m so sorry.” She looks at Hailey.
“Everything is good,” I say, putting the plate down in front of Mila. “Hailey, get your coffee.” I motion with my head.
“Did you sleep in Poppa’s bed?” Mila asks, picking up a piece of pancake with her fork. “Did he make funny noises with his nose?” She mimics me snoring.
“No,” Hailey says from beside me as she hides her legs behind the counter.
“So what are you doing here?” I ask my mother, putting a cup of coffee in front of her.
“Mila forgot her rain boots, and we wanted to go hiking a bit.” My mother looks at me and then at Hailey. “I should have called.”
“Well, that won’t happen again,” I say under my breath as I drink coffee. We don’t say anything while Mila finishes her pancakes. “Go wash your hands and grab your boots by the door,” I tell her, watching her walk to the bathroom. “Now, Mother.”
She puts her head in her hands. “I’m so, so sorry, Hailey. I swear I had no idea.”
“Okay so now that it’s out there,” I say, looking at my mother and then putting my hand around Hailey’s neck and bringing her close to me. “We don’t have to keep it a secret.”
“Jensen,” she whispers, “what about Norma, and …” I don’t let her continue; I just kiss her lips and smile.
“I don’t care,” I say. “I don’t give a shit if they plaster it in the papers. I don’t care if they take a billboard out on the highway. I don’t fucking care,” I tell her, and my mother smiles as she watches us.
Hailey’s arms go around my waist. “Okay.” She leans up, kissing me. “I really, really like your son,” she tells my mother, opening her eyes. “Like a lot.”
“I can see that,” my mother says. “I can also see how happy he is.” She smiles at us and then frowns. “I owe your grandmother a hundred dollars.”
“What for?” Hailey asks from beside me.
“She called this.” My mother points at us. “She called it the minute you stormed into the house and saw Hailey there.”
“He hated me.” Hailey laughs, looking up at me, her eyes crinkling from the smile.
“I didn’t hate you.” I hold her closer to me. “I hated the situation.”
She shakes her head. “I hated him.” I glare at her. “You were such an asshole.”
“I wasn’t that much of an asshole.” I roll my eyes. She pushes me away from her.
“You kicked me out of the house, you basically said ‘no wonder my husband left me’.” She uses air quotes. “And then I carried your kid in my bare feet, got ten stitches, and you kicked me out of the room.” She puts her hands on her hips, and the shirt, even though it reaches her mid thigh, raises a bit.
I shake my head, rubbing my forehead with my hand. “You’re right. I was an asshole.” I look at her to see that through all this she isn’t sad about it or mad about it; she’s joking about it. I walk to her, my hands going to her neck. Her hands wrap around my wrists. “Forgive me,” I whisper to her; she just smiles and shrugs her shoulders at me.
“Maybe,” she says, getting on her tippy toes to kiss me. “You can think of ways to make it up to me.”
“Oh really, I can think of a couple,” I start saying when my mother yells for Mila, who comes back into the room with her pink rain boots in her hand.
“Give your poppa a kiss,” my mother tells Mila as she gets off the chair. “See you two tomorrow.” She waves at us, grabbing Mila’s hand and walking out.
“Oh, my god,” Hailey finally says. “I thought I was going to die.”
“Why?’ I ask her, smiling. Grabbing some pancakes, I pop them in the microwave to heat them up.
“Your mother knows we’ve had sex.” She points at herself and then me.
I raise my eyebrows, slamming the microwave door after it beeps. “She was bound to find out.”
“Really?” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“Really.” I pull out a stool, sitting down.
“How so?” Her head tilts to the side, and I’m not sure if this is a test or not.
“Well, since we are now officially dating”—I chew—“it’s not going to be a secret.”
“You mean just because we’ve had sex we are officially dating?” Her glare tells me that I should tread lightly.
“No, we were dating long before then.” I drink some coffee. “But you kissing me in public yesterday made sure that we are ‘officially dating.’” I use air quotes.
“I didn’t kiss you; you kissed me.” She points at me.
“Don’t give a shit who kissed who. It’s out there, and I’m not hiding this.” I finish eating, bringing my plate to the sink to rinse it off. “I wanted to sit down with Mila and tell her, but considering she found out you slept over, it’s too late for that one.”
“We aren’t hiding this,” she whispers, shock on her face as she takes in my words.
“Nope,” I tell her, turning to lean against the sink and look at her. “Why do you want to hide it?”
She looks down in thought, and then looks up. “No,” she says softly, then loudly again. “No, fuck no.” I walk to her. “I’m happy.” My fingers start unbuttoning my shirt that she is wearing, and her eyes watch my fingers. I push the shirt open a bit, cupping her breast in my hand. She’s fucking perfect; she was perfect before I slept with her, and she is even more perfect now. I roll her nipple between my fingers, causing her eyes to glaze over.
“Before you start something you can’t finish, Walker, you’d better go bolt that front door.” She removes the shirt from her shoulders, and seeing her standing in my kitchen naked, I can admire her in the light now. She has whisker burns on both breasts. My finger touches them lightly, and she shivers.
“I like this.” I trace the little spot. “My mark on you. I’ve never had the urge to claim someone, for everyone to know that person was mine, but with you, with you”—I shake my head, not sure I can even explain—“I want that. I want everyone to know when you walk down the street that you are Walker’s girl.”
“Well, unless I walk down Main Street naked, they are going to have to be okay with you kissing and holding my hand in public.” She laughs, turning around and walking to my bedroom. “But in the meantime, how about you mark me from behind?” Turning to walk into my room with me following her, by the time we are done, four hours later, we are both out of breath, her ass is pink from my handprint, and my teeth have marked her shoulder. “We need a break.”
She looks over. “Where are your t-shirts?”
I point at the closet. “In the closet in the second drawer.” My hand on my chest as I try to get my breathing back to normal. That is the best sex I’ve had in my life. I’ve had two partners my whole life, Julia and now Hailey, who hands down is the best sex I will ever have. Fuck, she ruined me. “Why?”
“Because I need to sleep, and me naked is too much for you to handle, so I’m going to cover myself.” She goes to the closet and comes out wearing one of my t-shirts with my name across it.
I rise to my elbows. “If you think having a shirt on is going to stop me from wanting you”—I laugh—“you are sadly mistaken, especially when you’re wearing my shirt.”
“Fine, I’ll go home,” she counters, and my laugh turns into a scowl.
“I’ll drag you back here,” I tell her, “kicking and screaming. I don’t give a shit. Now get in bed so we can nap.” I pull the covers off so she can climb in.
She puts her knee on the bed. “Pinky promise you will let me sleep?” Her pinky comes out, and I wrap my pinky around hers.
“Fine.” She gets into bed and lies on her stomach. I settle behind her, my legs entwining with hers. “I crossed my fingers.” I laugh, my hand roaming up her shirt to hold her breast. “I will still let you sleep.”
She wiggles h
er ass, getting comfortable, and we actually sleep until way after the sun has gone down. Later that night, with her in just my t-shirt, we sit at the island eating frozen pizza with not a care in the world. We spend the night together again, and this time, I wake up to her sucking my cock and taking what she wants. She climbs on me, and as she sinks down, we both groan. By the time we actually get up, we are late.
“What time is lunch again?” She gets on her hands and knees, looking for her other shoe somewhere in the room.
“My grandmother said to be there at noon.” I button up my shirt, coming out of the closet and seeing her jean covered ass. “Fuck.” Her head turns my way.
“No. No sex. Found it.” She grabs the shoe sitting on the bed and slides it on. “We are on a break from sex.”
My eyebrows pinch together. “Who is? I didn’t agree to this break.” Her head leans back when I stop next to her for a kiss.
“I have to go home and change.” She pushes me away, getting up. “Let’s go.” She walks out of the room to the front door. We get to her house in seconds. Jumping out of the car, she dashes into the house, and I follow her in just as the laughing starts.
“I’m surprised she can walk.” Crystal laughs as she stands by the sink in a flowered long-sleeved sundress. “Morning, Romeo.” I shake my head, going to fridge and grabbing a water bottle.
“So did you score?” Crystal folds her lips together, looking down the hall to Hailey’s bedroom. “If you hurt her, I will fuck you up,” she whispers, coming closer to me. “I’m a nurse, so I not only know exactly where to stab you so you bleed out fast, but also where it would hurt the most.” I don’t say anything because she continues, “That fucktard is lucky he died because if he was alive”—she shakes her head—“he would wish he was dead.”
“I’m not going to hurt her,” I tell her.
“I know you’re not because you love her.” She tells me, and I stand there, my mouth suddenly dry, my neck starting to burn. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her.” She turns to walk away from me. “I’m leaving,” she yells. “See you there.” The door slams behind her, leaving me looking around.
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