Questionable Love (A Love Beyond Labels #2)

by Danielle Rocco

  With licked lips and warm breath, I whisper against his mouth, “You own every single release I’ve ever had. Only you. Your fingers.” I circle my hips into him. “Your tongue.” I circle again. “And your…” I grab his ass and push him into me slowly. “Only you. Every single time I’ve let go, it’s been from your touch.” Cupping my face, he kisses me deep and slow. It’s such an intense kiss and full of want.

  “Baby, I think you just made me come in my pants,” he says, shaking his head. “Oh. My. God. Get a room,” Jules says, making her way into the kitchen. “Your mom needs the butter for the rolls, and you two need to go have sex.”

  “Jules, watch that little mouth,” I say as Jules rolls her eyes.

  “It’s just a word, Shay. Would you rather me say you two need to go make sweet love somewhere?”

  Jace laughs and says, “I only make love to my girl, so yeah, that would sound better.”

  Jules makes a huge sour lemon face. “Seriously, Jace, you have completely ruined all men for me. No one is swoony like you.”

  “Not many people like to swoon a monster,” Beau says, walking into the kitchen with Tristan trailing behind. Jace kisses my nose and pushes off me. “Don’t look at me like that,” Beau says to Jules.

  “Look at you like what?” Jules asks him.

  “Like you actually have feelings that I hurt. We know you have no feelings,” he says, walking out of the kitchen laughing.

  Jules huffs and says, “Your brother drives me crazy. And, not the good kind of crazy—like seriously picture choking him as he speaks crazy.”

  “Relax, Jules,” I tell her, grabbing Jace’s hand and turning to him. “By the way, my mom would like it if you called her mom.”

  With a squeeze of my hand, he lets go and pulls out my chair, earning a smile of approval from my dad at the head of the table. He scoots me in and sits down next to me. Jules sits in her usual seat next to Beau who gives her a side stare.

  “Tristan, you get to say the prayer,” Dad says. Tristan looks up from his phone. “Put your phone away, son.”

  He sets his phone down with a smile and says, “Okay, I’m ready.” We all bow our heads, and Jace reaches for my hand under the table. With entwined fingers, we listen to my baby brother bless our food, or maybe he’s praying for himself. “Thank you for my football ability. Thank you for Charlie letting me cheat off her science test.”

  Jules sucks in a breath. “She better not let you cheat.” Dad looks up, and Jules says, “Sorry.” Charlie is one of Jules’s little sisters.

  Tristan continues, “Thank you for my amazingly good looks.”

  “Okay, that’s good. Just bless the food.” Jace chuckles.

  “Thank you for this food, but more importantly, thank you for Jace getting out of prison so my sister can smile again,” Tristan adds. I look up and across the table, and my baby brother is staring at me. “I’m glad you’re back, bro,” he says, sliding his pretty eyes over to my boy. “She was impossible to deal with.”

  “I’m glad to be back. Thanks for the shout-out, Tristan.”

  The table gets a little bit silent, and a tear rolls down my cheek. Jace’s thumb wipes it away, and my mom says, “Everyone eat before it gets cold.” And, at that moment, as I look around the table, all the people I love the most are surrounding me. Yes, I can finally smile again.

  BEST DESSERT EVER

  I LIE BACK AND breathe in my girl’s scent while she does all her girlie stuff in the bathroom. The sheets smell like her, the pillows smell like her, and when she walks out of the bathroom in pink lace panties and a see-through white tank top, I’m ready to have her scent all over me.

  “How was dinner at the Starks’?” she asks in that sweet voice.

  “Fine, but I’m looking forward to dessert in my bedroom,” I answer, licking my lips while she moves over to me. I prop up on my elbows and watch as her perfect hips walk to the door and flip off the light.

  “Leave it on.”

  “Why?”

  “I want to see you.”

  “You want to see me?”

  “Yeah, I went a long time without seeing your face.” I lift my chin so I can see all of her. “I just want to look at you.”

  She smiles while her long legs and perfect hips give me a little twirl. She faces me again, pulling her tank top over her perfect chest.

  “Do you like what belongs to you, my one and only boy?”

  “I love what belongs to me.” I flex my abs and run my hand down my chest to the waist of my boxers, dipping my hand down just enough so she knows where I’m going with this. “Do you like what belongs to you?” She doesn’t say anything, just walks over to the bed and straddles me, replacing my hand with hers. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you love me.”

  “More than anything in this world.” She slides her hand all the way down and holds on to me gently. “Tell me about Grace,” she says, surprising me.

  “I don’t really want to talk about my mom while your hand is in my boxers.” I chuckle, thrusting up into her hand.

  “What do you want to talk about then?” she says, quietly stroking me, making me breathless. I sit up and pull her closer into me.

  “This, right here, is all I’ve ever wanted or will ever need to be happy.” I breathe in deeply, and all that sunshine fills my lungs. “You pressed up against me, your warm skin touching mine.” She runs her hands through my hair, and it’s the most amazing feeling as she gently pulls it back and kisses my lips. “Your hands in my hair, your breath on my neck.”

  “Jace,” she says, tickling my skin, then pushing into me.

  “That voice saying my name through those amazing lips echoing in our room—”

  “All I want is to make my boy a happy boy.” She giggles.

  “You are,” I tell her as she leans back and looks at me, causing all that soft hair to fall over her shoulders.

  “Do you need me reckless?” she asks, irresistible.

  “No, I want you nice and slow.” I slip my tongue into her mouth. My hands go to her face, and she runs her fingers through the hair at the back of my head. “I’m going to make love to you slowly.” I stand up and lay her back down on her back while I lie next to her. “Do you remember when I first touched you here?” I glide a finger into her wetness. She bites down on her lip and smiles. “I was nervous. I waited so long to touch you.” I quietly put another finger inside her. She pushes my hair out of my face and thrusts up into my hand while closing her eyes, softly moaning my name. “Do you know just this right now could make me lose myself? I don’t even need to be inside you—just your touch, your voice, your smell around me drives me crazy. It always has.” I take my lips from her neck and make my way slowly into the only place I’ve ever wanted to lose myself. Tight space grips me as I move over her body. She holds on to me, pressing her fingers into my back, and I feel the little charms against my skin, making me aware of how our love story began and how far we’ve come. I’m going to marry this girl as soon as she lets me.

  “I love you, Jace,” she whispers against my shoulder as I move the pink lace over and thrust in and out of her slowly. I cradle her face and kiss her lips as she reaches down, gripping my ass with her small hands. Nothing could ever be better than her body moving with mine. “I will never forget the moment you touched my body for the first time. It was perfectly perfect in every way.”

  “Yeah, it was for me, too,” I say as the pressure deep inside me builds fiercely. “You always make every touch feel like the first time,” she murmurs, grasping my back. That’s it. Those words are all it takes. With perfect thrusts from bodies that were made to move together, just like the waves that rolled into shore those nights we made love under the moon and the stars, we come undone in each other’s arms. My girl curls up next to me to fall asleep peacefully.

  “How was your dessert?”

  I smile and pull her as close as I can, and she drapes a long leg over me. “Best dessert ever, baby.” Then she entwines her fingers with min
e over my chest and falls fast asleep.

  I’M JUST BEING GREEDY

  CURLED UP WITH my hands resting on my fluffy pillow, I reach out for my boy’s touch, surprised I’m not wrapped up around him. I open my eyes to an empty space next to me, and panic sets in quickly. Sitting up, I look around the room, and he’s not in here.

  “Jace?” comes out in a rushed tone.

  With quick, loud strides, Jace, shirtless with low athletic shorts, comes striding into the room.

  “What’s wrong? Did you see a spider?”

  “No, I didn’t see a spider,” I say. He licks his lips, then his cute bare feet walk toward me.

  “If I had the means to get to you when we were kids, it would have been really hard for me to wait so long to be inside you.” He sits next to me, brushing his hair against my skin.

  “Whoops, I forgot I’m naked,” I tease as he places his soft, sexy lips to my breasts.

  “I love you naked.” Jace peeks up at me. I hold his hair back, and he smiles.

  “I thought you waited so long to be inside me because you wanted everything perfect.”

  “I did, but I was still a teenage boy with thoughts of you running through my head all day long. It wasn’t easy waiting.”

  “Our first time was perfectly perfect, and I won’t ever forget it,” I say as his eyes shine brightly up into mine.

  “I wouldn’t change it either, pretty girl. You’re right. It was perfectly…” He cups one breast and sucks gently on the other. “Perfect.” I giggle as he pushes me back down onto my pillow. “Why was there panic in your voice earlier?”

  “I missed you.” I shrug my shoulders.

  “I’m not going anywhere, so get rid of that nervous tone,” he assures me. My hair falls around me, and he leans down and breathes it in. “Best smell ever,” he says. “Stay here and don’t move.”

  “Why?”

  “I have something for you.”

  “Okay.”

  A few minutes later, he walks in with a steamy cup of coffee. “Drink up. We’ve got to get on the road.” He hands me the cup, and I take a little sip.

  “Where are we going? It’s early.”

  “I know, but we have a long drive.”

  I take one more sip and try not to make a bad face. Jace needs help with his java skills, but he gets an A for effort.

  “Where are you taking me, Cliff?” I ask. He laughs.

  “I’m taking you to see Grace,” he answers. I set the cup down and jump out of bed.

  “Really? Right now?”

  “Yup. Right now.”

  “I need to pack.” I start to skip into my closet to grab my suitcase. “What do I need to bring?” I start grabbing stuff off my hangers and a couple of pairs of shoes.

  “No suitcase. Just grab a few things you can fit inside my backpack.”

  “Backpack? I can’t fit everything I’ll need in a backpack.”

  “I want you on the back of my bike for this road trip,” he says. I peek my head out from my closet. He’s sitting at the end of the bed.

  “We’re taking the bike all the way to Oregon?” I ask as he nods his head with a grin. “I’ve never been on it that long.”

  “I know, but I’ve been away from you for so long. I’m just being greedy right now, and I want you holding on to me. You can’t do that if we drive your car.”

  EPIC COLLISION

  SHAY WALKS OUT OF her closet and wraps her legs around me. “You want me to straddle you for hours?” I hold her and nod. “You are such a greedy boy.”

  “When it comes to you, I’ll always be greedy.” I cup her perfect ass. She runs her hands up my arms and rubs my shoulders.

  “I better relax you before our long trip,” she says seductively.

  “Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?” She grinds against me, and I’m already hard as a rock. With her naked body wrapped around me, she lowers her hand and frees me from my shorts. I watch her as she slides onto me and sighs sweetly. “I love the way you relax me.” I stand up and hold on to her without losing our connection and fall back onto the bed. She giggles, and I grab her hips, pulling her into me slowly. “You are so beautiful, Shay,” I say quietly as she makes love to me, slowly moving up and down. I reach up and hold her beautiful breasts in my hands as she bites down on her lip, then closes her eyes. I close mine, feeling her warmth all around me. Not wanting to miss a beat, I open them, keeping my eyes on her, as she starts rocking into me hard and fast. Her hands find my lower stomach, and she runs her fingers up my abs to my chest. Damn, my girl is letting go and crashing all on her own. She has me seeing fucking stars. I lose my breath as she sits up, arches her back, and moans.

  “You’re killing me, pretty girl.” I watch her with so much love and determination to please her boy. Tugging her hips into me, I dig my fingers into her soft skin. She’s wet, wild, and so beautiful, owning every bit of my body as she rocks hard and I push deep. “I can’t hold it, baby. I need your lips.” I sit up, and with one quick move, I place her on her back. Shay giggles, and I cover her mouth with mine as we have an epic collision.

  BIKER BOY

  “STILL TOO MUCH STUFF,” Jace tells me, running his hand through his wet hair.

  “How long are we staying?”

  “Well, that all depends, but I know Grace wants to spend a few days with you.”

  “What if we stay longer and I run out of things to wear?” I place the extra pair of Converse I was going to take on the floor. He puts his sweatshirt on and laughs.

  “I’m pretty sure Grace has a washer and dryer.”

  “Okay,” I say, sulky. Jace picks up the rest of my pile and shoves it into his backpack.

  “One of the many things I love about you is how laid-back you’ve always been. I told you it’s a small town, and we probably won’t even leave her house. She just wants to see us, and I want you to meet my dad.”

  “And straddle you for hours.”

  “Yeah, I love when you straddle me,” he says, chuckling after I just gave him a good straddle a few minutes ago. Jace throws his backpack over his shoulder. “Let’s go. I talked to Grace when you were still sleeping, and she’s excited to see us.”

  After turning everything off and setting my coffee mug into the sink, I put on my leather jacket that matches Jace’s and lock the door. He puts my helmet securely on my head, then places the backpack on me and tightens the straps.

  “Is that okay?”

  “Yeah, it’s good.”

  “Are you sure? I don’t want it to be too heavy. I can take my jeans out and just bring the ones I have on.”

  “No, it’s totally fine. It’s light.” He smiles and adjusts the straps a little more and then gets on the bike. Jace waits for me to get on, then right before he puts his helmet on, I grab him gently by the hair and pull his head back to me for a sweet kiss. “I love you, biker boy.” He turns his head to the side for better access to me.

  “I love you, pretty girl. Are you ready to spend some time with the other side?”

  “I’ve been trying to meet the other side since I was twelve,” I say as his motorcycle roars to life.

  DON’T SWEAR

  HOURS LATER WITH love gripping me tight, I pull off the highway so my girl can stretch her legs and probably go to the bathroom again. I cut the engine and look over my shoulder as Shay is trying to take her helmet off.

  “Get off the bike, and I’ll take it off for you.”

  She gets off and immediately does a squat. I smile, and when she comes back up to a standing position, I undo the strap and watch her long waves fall around her shoulders.

  Shay is all sunshine and happiness until a sheriff pulls up at the next pump. She stares at him, grasping onto her charm bracelet. I swing my leg over and get off my bike and grab her hand.

  “I’ve got to go inside and pay for the gas.”

  With eyes glued to the sheriff, she clasps my hand tight as I rub small circles on the top of her soft skin.

  He wa
lks past us with a nod to me, and Shay looks like a deer in the headlights as he goes into the gas station. I pull her into me. “What’s wrong?” Dark blue eyes with the prettiest long eyelashes make their way to me.

  “Nothing’s wrong.”

  I kiss her forehead and say, “Just because a cop is next to me doesn’t mean I’m going to get taken away from you.”

  “I can’t help it. I just don’t know how I would handle it if you went back to prison,” she says.

  “First of all, I could never survive being away from you again. Secondly, I would have to do something in order to be put back in prison, and I would never risk that again.”

  “I know. I just can’t help it.” She holds my face in her hands while she brings her lips to mine. “No silence ever again,” she says while kissing my lips. “I can’t ever be without these full, luscious lips, and the thought of someone taking those away from me again puts me in crisis mode.”

  I bite down on her bottom lip that’s so damn kissable. “Never again will there be any silence between us, and never will someone ever take me away from your lips again. So please, Shay, I hate to hear fear in your voice. Your voice is my happiness, and when it sounds sad or fearful, it pierces my soul.”

  “I’ll try,” she says quietly as I pull back.

  “Go to the bathroom. We have a long stretch of nothing but trees ahead of us.”

  “Okay, I’ve been holding it for a while.”

  “I don’t want you holding anything but me, so go do your thing.”

  She smiles and turns around toward the bathroom. I watch her until she goes inside. This place is in the middle of nowhere, and it looks sketchy as shit.