“I'm sure William won't dare anger the Hulk from now on,” I point out. “Especially after your performance today.”
“Bet you didn't think I had it in me,” Jeremy smirks.
I help him into the passenger side of my car. “To be honest, I thought Will was going to kill you. But you were a worthy champion of my honor.”
I start up the car and back out of the parking lot.
“You're worth fighting for,” Jeremy says. “Besides, you should've seen the other guy.”
We both laugh out loud.
Once we arrive back at Jeremy's place, I fish out the first aid kit and change his dressings. He has a nasty cut on his cheek and his ribs are bruised but he seems in good spirits.
As I tape up the bandage around his cheek, he reaches forward and brushes the back of his hand across my cheek. “It was totally worth it.” His eyes are glistening in the dim light.
I shiver a little and pull away. We're so close our noses are almost touching. For the first time, I notice how long his golden eyelashes are. “We should get some rest. I'll take the couch.”
“Okay,” Jeremy shrugs. “Good night Rach.”
I pout. “You're not even going to pretend to offer up your bed? Do you know how awful and lumpy that couch is?”
He scratches his neck. “I just got beaten up for you. I think I deserve to sleep on a comfortable mattress tonight, don't you? You're more than welcome to join me. It's a king-sized mattress.” He shoots me a wink.
I stick out my tongue at him. “As if, Jer. In your dreams.”
The thought of sleeping next to Jeremy makes my skin tingle. To feel his warm, hard body so close to mine...
“Well then, sleep well on my lumpy couch,” Jeremy says. “Doesn't matter to me.” He gives me one last look before disappearing into his bedroom.
It's midnight and I have to go to work tomorrow. For real this time. I also badly need sleep. My whole body screams for rest. I snuggle onto the couch and pull a thin tartan blanket across my lap.
But of course I can't sleep. Not after all the things that happened today. I toss and turn for what feels like an eon. My mind is a runaway horse and I can't stop it.
Jeremy saved my life. God knows what would've happened if he'd shown up a few minutes later.
I shudder.
I might've died. Or at least be hospitalized again.
I look over at Jeremy's bedroom. The door is cracked open, casting a wedge of light on the carpet.
He's still up.
I shrug off the blanket and pad towards the light. Jeremy is sitting up, reading.
I knock on the door. “I can't sleep. You too?”
He shakes his head. “Long day today.”
Tell me about it.
“Can I come in?” I ask.
“Sure.” Jeremy gestures for me to come forward and pats the space on the mattress beside him.
I nod at the book. “What are you reading?”
“Just a little something on World War One fighter planes. Nothing important,” he says, putting down the book. “Why are you still up? You should be sleeping. You have work tomorrow.”
I bite my lip. “I dunno, I could be asking you the same thing.” I pause, then add, “I'm thinking of taking another sick day tomorrow. Gather my thoughts a little bit. Today was a bit...traumatic.”
“More than 'a bit', I'd say. And a day off is not a bad idea,” he says. “It's been a rough day. For both of us.”
Jeremy looks at me and I stare back into his warm eyes. Without another word, I rest my head against his shoulder. He doesn't mind the gesture so I bring my hands up to his naked chest and press my palms over his heart. I can feel his powerful heart thumping slow and steady.
He shifts a little, startled by my intimate gesture.
“You saved my life today,” I say, focusing on my fingers instead of him. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, you definitely owe me big time,” Jeremy grins. “And I fully intend to collect.”
“How can I repay you?” I continue, bringing my fingers up to his soft lips and touching his cupid's bow. My eyelids are so heavy I can barely keep them open.
“I have a few ideas in mind.” Jeremy draws my index and middle fingers into his mouth and sucks on them slowly. Then he bites down on my nails and licks the pads of my fingers until they're wet.
After his mouth leaves my fingers, he brings his lips close to my ear and whispers, “That is, if you're not too tired.”
His voice is husky and raw, laced with unmasked sexual desire.
“Oh? Like what?” I ask, arching my eyebrow.
“Guess,” he says, stroking my cheek with the crook of his finger.
I angle my head away for a moment. “Do you think this is a bad idea?”
“I won't do anything unless you feel absolutely comfortable with it.”
Jeremy's voice, his words...they're so gentle and reassuring. Completely different from the way Will speaks to me. I trust Jeremy in this moment more than I've ever trusted my own husband.
“I want to,” I murmur. “I've wanted to for a long time now. I just-”
“-What do you want, Rach?”
“I want you, Jeremy,” I blurt out. “I don't want there to be any miscommunications between us anymore. I want one thing right now and that's you, Jeremy. All of you. I want it all.”
Jeremy leans in and takes my mouth into his, sucking on my lips before parting them with his tongue. His every movement is languorous and sensual and I find myself growing impatient. Despite the fact that I want him to move faster, I appreciate the care he takes with every part of my body. His slow seduction just turns me on even more.
Jeremy leaves my lips in feverish need as he moves to bestow feather light kisses on the tip of my nose...my eyelids and finally on my forehead.
“I've wanted this for God knows how long,” he murmurs. “I can't believe it's finally happening.”
My lips tremble. “I don't know how we never ended up together...how so many mixed signals and missed chances got in our way...but I'm so glad we're here, together now.”
Jeremy growls. He snakes a hand around the back of my head and rolls me on to the bed beside him. He kisses me again and my heart soars. I feel him tugging on my hair, weaving his palms through my blond locks.
I roll over and straddle him, pressing my chest against his. I can't breathe; my heart is slamming against my ribs so goddamn fast I feel like I'm going to faint.
Jeremy lets out another guttural moan as he tentatively cups each of my breasts and kneads them. He flicks my nipples through my shirt and tortures me by rolling them back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. Finally, unable to bear any more teasing, I pull my heavy globes out from my tank top and press them up against his lips. He licks my areola first before sucking in each nipple and grating them between his teeth. His ministrations send sharp pulses of pleasure through my body, warming me all the way down to my throbbing sex. My hips begin to instinctively grind against his quickly hardening package.
I've dreamed about touching his manhood for years now...fantasizing about its size, girth...and taste. Now that only a thin sheet of fabric separates my hands from the object of my desire...I'm struck with sudden panic. What if he's too big for me to handle? It feels so large riding between my legs that I feel my confidence waver.
Sensing my wariness, Jeremy takes my hands and brings them down to his hard member. “Stroke me, Rach. I'm so hard for you. Feel it.”
I follow his instructions and peel back his underwear to find a gorgeous cock spring out at me.
Hello there.
It's the perfect size and clean-shaven too. About eight inches long and wide at its base. A thick vein runs down its centre, tapering at the tip. I wrap my hands around his thick girth and begin tugging the shaft slowly. I watch with delight as Jeremy's breathing becomes shallow. His abdominal muscles tighten, emphasizing his six pack even more. I briefly wonder if he's in any pain. After all, he did get beat up for me.
“Does it...hurt? We don't have to-”
“-I want to,” Jeremy interrupts. “You're so beautiful and distracting I don't know what pain is anymore.”
Jeremy's studied concentration churns the warmth in my belly into an inferno. His throaty moans and labored breathing only adds fuel to the fire.
I slide lower down and pull back the blankets until my mouth is inches away from boxers.
“Lift your ass,” I moan, hooking my fingers around the waistband of his underwear.
Jeremy grunts a little as he lifts himself up. I pull the fabric down past his thighs...knees...ankles...until his legs are free. I toss the boxers on the ground.
My face is inches away from his glistening cockhead. His masculine scent fills me and makes my head swim.
Without warning, I start lapping him all the way from his balls up to his frenulum. Jeremy's cock is so hard it's purple and already oozing steady drops of precum.
I admire the thick purple veins snaking around his shaft.
They're pulsing with need.
Calling out to my mouth.
Tickling his sac with my fingers, I lick off his precum.
“Yum,” I purr, licking my lips. “You taste gooood.” I make a few more swirls around his sensitive head before taking the length of him into my mouth.
Jeremy gasps.
I begin bobbing up and down...up and down...Tasting his essence and swallowing. He's hot and hard against the roof of my mouth and I take extra care not to hurt him with my teeth.
Jeremy tugs on the roots of my hair. “God, Rachel.” He bites his lips. “Mercy. If you keep doing that I'm going to come.”
His juices are sweet and salty and he's everything I've ever wanted.
I can't seem to get enough. He's my drug. My fantasy come true. My weakness.
Just when I sense his entire body tensing up, about to climax, I pull back and watch him quake with unrelieved tension.
Jeremy swears.
I sit back up and tug my flimsy tank top over my head. Ever so slowly.
Jeremy reaches around and helps me unhook my bra. Then I wiggle out of my pyjama pants and throw everything on to the floor.
Jeremy's pupils dilate as his eyes rake over my naked form. “God you're beautiful. More gorgeous than anything I've dreamt of in my wildest imagination.”
“You're just saying that.”
Jeremy shakes his head. “Seriously Rach.” He molds his palms over my generous C-cups and brings me closer to his mouth. His tongue flicks over my nipple and I shudder. “You taste so good baby. Like heaven.”
I bring my lingerie-clad pussy towards Jeremy's gleaming member and rub it against his pole until my slick juices soak through the fabric of my panties. Jeremy can't handle the teasing a second longer and tears off my g-string before settling me on top of his lap.
His eyes are swimming with intense heat as he growls, “You sure you want to do this?”
“More than anything,” I reply.
Jeremy reaches into his side table and takes out a foil packet. “You look drop-dead sexy right now, you know that?” He tears the packet and takes out a condom, expertly rolling it down his shaft. Then he pushes the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. “I want you to ride me baby.”
I'm so sopping wet there's no friction at all.
Inch by glorious inch, Jeremy slides inside me and it feels like his dick is finally coming home. It belongs inside me. Everything about our union feels blissfully perfect. Like we were meant to be together all along.
This isn't the rough sex I'm used to with Will.
This is what making love feels like.
This is what sex should always feel like.
Once his full length is inside me, Jeremy takes it out only to plunge it down to the hilt again. He hits my G-spot with perfect precision and a gush of my juices leak out on to the bed.
“You're so fucking wet Rachel,” Jeremy cries, squeezing my ass cheeks together. “Holy shit. You're dripping down my thighs.”
“Only because you're so damn hot,” I moan. I bounce on top of him, steadying myself against his shoulders so I won't fall off. I ride him for several minutes, my mind completely empty of all thoughts. I see stars on the insides of my eyelids. Then I'm blinded by pleasure. Drunk off my natural high. “Oh my God Jeremy this feels so fucking good,” I cry.
“Fuck, Rachel. You feel so amazing,” Jeremy pants. “Your pussy is so fucking perfect. So tight.”
He grips my pelvis and pumps me harder.
And harder.
All I can hear is the wet slapping of skin against skin...Our lusty breaths mingling; our moans a perfectly orchestrated duet.
I can feel myself nearing the brink...the point of no return...
“God Jeremy I'm going to come!” I groan.
“Let's come together,” he says, thrusting with unrivalled ferocity.
I ride him for a few more seconds before I feel an explosive orgasm thunder through me. Heat fans through every nerve ending, every cell in my body.
I haven't felt anything like it in a long time. My whole body quivers as waves of ecstasy crush me like a tsunami. Every muscle in my lower body spasms.
A little while later, Jeremy withdraws himself and carefully peels off the condom. He ties it off and tosses it in the trash can.
His face is sheepish and noticeably relaxed. “That was incredible.”
I lean over and kiss him on the lips. “I know.”
After we clean up in the shower, we cuddle in his bed and fall asleep soon after. I slumber like a baby for the first time in six months.
Eight
“You look happy,” my co-worker Elise says, “You haven't stopped smiling all morning. I'm guessing you weren't bedridden with the flu these past few days.”
“Is it that obvious?”
Elise nods. “So what did you do? Weekend getaway? Spa vacation?”
“It's hard to explain,” I say. “Impossible really. Let's just say I took care of some personal business.”
Elise hands me a form. “Well I'm glad because it really looked liked you needed a picker-upper these past few weeks.”
“Thanks Elise.”
“Just happy to see you back at work.”
Several of my other co-workers also compliment me, saying I look like I'm 'glowing' and 'incredibly rejuvenated'. I do find I've got an extra bounce in my step.
Thanks to Jeremy's wicked bedroom manoeuvres last night.
But while I might look physically refreshed, mentally I am still hitting some roadblocks. Three, in particular, have been bothering me all day.
A) What do I do with Jeremy now? Are we still friends or something more? Is it wise to get involved with someone so soon after separating from your husband? I mean the news of my separation hasn't even been made public yet. Did I make a mistake because I was feeling vulnerable? Or did my actions really reflect what I've wanted all along?
B) When is Michael going to conduct that drug test? I need to strike while the iron's hot and take William down as soon as possible. Crush him, if possible.
C) What will Charlotte think when I tell her about Jeremy? Should I even tell her?
The answer to B) comes around lunchtime. Michael calls to tell me that he's just conducted the test. “I should get the results back within forty-eight hours. Fingers crossed,” he says. I thank him about a million times. At least that's a bit of good news.
After work, I decide to swing by Charlotte's place. She did say it was an open invitation.
Charlotte lives in a cramped studio apartment on the other side of town. It's an older building, built in the 1930s. The rent's affordable and she seems to like her landlady a lot so I guess that's good. She's been there for over four years now.
“Charlie, it's me. Can I come up?” I say into the intercom.
“Hey Rach, I wasn't expecting you. But sure, come on up.”
The buzzer sounds moments later and I pull open the glass door.
Charlotte lives on the thi
rd floor so I don't bother with the elevator. I take the stairs two at a time. In minutes I'm outside her door.
“Hey, come in Rach, I was just making dinner. Hope you're hungry.”
“Starving,” I reply. I unbutton my blazer and toss it on the couch along with my purse. “Smells good in here.”
I study the apartment. It's spotless; not a hair out of place. This is unusual for my baby sister. And cooking? Charlotte lives for takeout.
“What's going on here?” I ask. “Am I interrupting something? I am, aren't I? Do you have a boy hiding in the bathroom?” I grin at Charlotte but she doesn't grin back.
Charlotte clears her throat. “Well, my boyfriend's coming over in half an hour. For dinner.”
“You have a boyfriend?” I squeal. “Since when?”
“Five months ago. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to jinx anything.” Charlotte brings some tomato sauce to her mouth to taste it. Frowning, she adds a bit of sugar and stirs.
“Who's the lucky guy?”
“It's-I don't know if I should say,” Charlotte says. “Maybe it'd be best if we waited until he got here.”
“Is he a celebrity or something?” I gasp. “Or a rockstar? No wait. Am I going to approve of this?”
Charlotte shrugs. “Just don't judge me, okay?”
“You're worrying me, Charlie.”
“Relax, Rach. It's nothing terrible.”
As if on cue, there's a knock on the door. We both look in the same direction.
“That'll be him,” Charlotte says, springing for the door.
She's worried about what I might say, I can tell. Is it that bad? I'm more curious than anything. Who is the mystery man who has stolen my sister's heart?
The answer comes soon enough.
Aaron Tanner.
I'd recognize that devilish face anywhere.
Michael's son.
The first boy I ever kissed.
Dating my sister?
Holy crap, I didn't expect that.
“Oh, uh, hi Rachel. I wasn't expecting you.” Aaron shoots me an awkward smile.
“Me neither,” I say, trying to not act too surprised.
“Come in Aaron, dinner's ready,” Charlotte says, taking Aaron's hand.
The two of us follow Charlotte to the table, both at a loss for words. How could Charlotte keep this from me? Aaron was my first crush in high school. The first boy I “practiced” kissing with. Then he turned into an older brother figure in our lives after our parents died. Especially since his parents loved us like their own children. But now this? What will the Tanners say when they find out?
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