Take Care

by Ash Johnson

  I look down to see Ada swallowing everything I just shot into her mouth. She stands up and smiles at me, then turns around and rips her white shirt over her head, throwing it at my face. I lightly laugh and start walking toward her, taking my gray tank top off and throwing on the floor with her shirt.

  Ada climbs onto my bed and lies down on her back in the middle of it. She arches off the bed and begins to unbutton her shorts, but I climb above her and beat her to it. I grab her fingers from the button and put her index finger into my mouth, sucking on it and lightly biting on the pad before she pulls it out of my mouth and moans.

  I get the button undone on her shorts and slowly pull them and her white thong down, throwing them in a heap on the floor. I look up into her eyes as I undo the clasp between her breasts at the front of her white bra and pull the straps off of her arms, licking my lips in anticipation to tasting her everywhere.

  “Get ready Ada cause I’m going to make you scream,” I smile wickedly before I start kissing her collarbone and quickly making my way down her body.

  “God Jay, I hope so,” she sighs and runs her fingers through my hair while I suck each of her nipples for a few seconds.

  I kiss a path from the valley between her breasts all the way down her stomach. I make my way in between Ada’s legs and she surprises me by hooking her legs over my shoulders as I place a few wet kisses to the insides of both of her thighs, then nip once at the sunflower tattoo on her hip. As soon as I lick her in the spot she wants it most, she moans quietly and her hands slightly tighten their grip in my hair.

  I rotate between sucking on her clit and thrusting my tongue into her, enjoying her sweet little body writhing below me. I insert one finger and she groans. When I insert a second finger and slowly pump in and out of her, she gasps.

  “Jesus Jay, that feels amazing,” she says in a higher pitch than she normally uses.

  “Good, cause it’s going to get so much better,” I add, pulling her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue a few times while increasing the speed of my fingers. Ada starts to moan loudly, letting out a garbled set of curse words and then her body stiffens and she screams my name. I keep sucking on her until she’s come down from her orgasm and then I climb up her small body to thoroughly kiss her.

  It’s only going to get better from here.

  Chapter 17

  Ada

  Holy shit. It just seems to get better and better with Jay. I don’t know what in the hell possessed me to ask him to take me to his room and fuck me, I must have sounded like a slut or something since we haven’t even been dating long, but now I’m so fucking glad I did that I totally forgot about the awkwardness I felt earlier. Jay is kissing me dizzy, but I want more of him and I want to do it differently, but I’m not sure what he’ll think of it.

  “Jay, can I ask you something?” I hesitantly say.

  “Sure baby, you can ask me anything,” Jay sits up on his elbows, his waist resting between my legs. He smiles and pushes my hair back to stare into my eyes. He’s so tall, or I’m so short, that he can look me in the eye when his hips are between my thighs.

  “Well,” I bite my bottom lip and start to chicken out; wondering if this is a bad idea. “You know what, never mind.”

  “No Ada, tell me what you were going to say. I’m not going to judge you, just tell me,” he says looking at me earnestly as he rubs his thumb along my cheek. I get lost in the dark chocolate of his eyes for a second before I remember that we are having a now awkward conversation.

  “Well um, if I turn around and get on my knees, will you do me from behind?” I cringe and look past Jay to the ceiling. Rob always hated to do it like that, saying it just felt dirty, but I loved it. I’m afraid Jay is going to think that I’m dirty too, so I close my eyes tight and try to keep my face from burning red.

  “Hey, open your eyes and look at me Ada,” Jay says, putting his finger under my chin. When I open my eyes and look at him, his brown eyes are shining and he’s wearing a sexy smile. He leans down to kiss me a few times before he answers me, making me more nervous for his response.

  “If that’s how you want it Ada, then you don’t have to ask me. Just tell me. I’ll take you any way you want me to, just as long as it’s you I get to be inside,” he whispers, smiling at me. I sit up slightly so that I can kiss him because I love the way he makes me feel.

  I don’t feel stupid asking him questions and he acts as if he adores me. I kiss him hard, mingling my tongue with his and I moan at the feel of his erection against my stomach. Jay finally breaks the kiss as his hands travel across my body, stopping at my breasts and giving them a firm squeeze.

  “So Ada, you want me to take you from the back?” Jay asks, his panty dropping smile making it impossible for me to answer him, so I just nod. I’ve noticed that Jay takes the words out of my mouth most of the time.

  “Well then, turn over baby and grab on to the headboard, cause I’m gonna rock your world and you’ll need to hold on,” he says, pulling my hips and twisting my body.

  I groan and then flip over, pushing myself up on all fours. Jay kisses a path down my back and then over to my left side, where he playfully bites my hip, sending a shockwave of sensation to my sex and making me gasp.

  “God Ada, you are so damn hot baby. I love the sexy little things that come out of your mouth and I love how you can turn me on with one look,” Jay mutters, running his hand up and down my spine.

  “You ready for me baby?” he asks, running his fingers through my folds and moaning when he sees how wet I am for him.

  “Take me now Jay,” I say, getting more turned on by the second. Without hesitation, Jay plunges into me and we both let out a low moan.

  “Jesus Ada, you are so tight and you feel so fucking good,” Jay whispers, putting his hands on my hips and pulling out slowly before just barely increasing his speed.

  “Holy shit, you are so big. I love having you inside of me, but you need to fuck me harder and faster,” I mutter, putting one hand on his headboard while the other is on the mattress and I turn my head to look back into his hooded eyes. With a growl Jay starts pounding into me relentlessly and it feels fantastic.

  “Fuck me!” I grit out and then bite down on my lower lip. I let out a small gasp when Jay’s hand makes a stinging contact with my right ass cheek. I’ve never been spanked, but oddly it felt great and I want more.

  “Oh God, spank me again!” I can’t stop screaming out my requests because I feel so full.

  “You are so fucking sexy Ada,” Jay grunts out, bringing his hand back down on my right ass cheek two more times. I can feel my body tightening and I’m panting loudly, anticipating a big explosion.

  “I’m close Jay, fuck me harder.” He puts one hand back on my hip and brings the other up to grab onto my shoulder for a better hold and pounds into me continuously. Within seconds, I’m screaming his name and my vision blurs.

  Jay thrusts into me once more and then comes, pounding into me in two quick thrusts to finish. I collapse onto the bed and Jay pulls out and lies down next to me as we both try to catch our breaths. After a few seconds, Jay looks at me with a furrowed brow.

  “We forgot to-“ he gets cut off by a loud knock at the door.

  “Hey, burgers are getting cold you horn balls,” Blake shouts from the other side of the door.

  “Thanks man, we’ll be out in just a bit,” Jay yells at him.

  “By the way, your bedroom window is open and we heard everything,” Blake jokes, his laugh fading as he walks down the stairs and into the backyard. It isn’t until Blake says it that we hear muffled voices and laughter from the backyard below Jay’s window. Jay and I look at each other and then break out into laughter ourselves.

  We snuggle for a few minutes before we decide that we should get dressed and go back outside to join our friends. I can feel my face flush as we walk through the basement door to the yard.

  “Oh God Jay, spank me!” Elle mimics to our friend Brittany, who works at th
e gynecology office in the hospital, sitting next to her. I give Elle my best death glare and flip her off. Everyone starts to laugh at us but Jay puts his arm around me and holds me close, lessening the sting of the ribbing our friends are giving us.

  After about ten minutes of our friends teasing us, topics go back to normal and we all enjoy our summer barbeque with a good group of people.

  It’s after midnight when all of our friends start to leave Jay and Blake’s house. We have made plans to do it again next weekend because we have enjoyed each other and gotten along so well.

  Before Elle and I walk out the door to leave, I pull out my cell phone to see if I’ve missed any calls when another text message from the unknown number shows up on the screen. I take a deep breath before I open it.

  Unknown-You are a little whore who will let anyone fuck you and you need to be punished

  I hear someone inhale sharply behind me and turn to see Jay looking over my shoulder at my cell phone. I must have phased out trying to think of who could be sending me these texts.

  “What the hell is this Ada? Is someone threatening you?” he points to my cell phone as he asks with an angry edge to his voice.

  I take a deep breath to keep the tears at bay and just nod because I really like Jay and I don’t want to lie to him. Plus, I’m tired of denying to others, and myself, that there isn’t a threat.

  “Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Jay mutters, grabbing my phone from my hand.

  “It only started a couple of weeks ago when I first met you. I went and talked to a cop friend of mine last week to report it, but he told me that it would take at least six to eight weeks to trace that number so there isn’t much I can do,” I mutter and shrug, looking down to my hands clasped together in front of me to try and hide the worry I know is showing in my eyes. Jay’s arms snake around me and he pulls me to him, squeezing me tightly.

  “Don’t worry Ada, I’ll keep you safe baby. Can you think of anyone who would be threatening you like this?” he says with anger hidden behind his question.

  “Not really. The only person I can think of would be Rob, my ex-husband. He didn’t want to get divorced and I had to get a court order for him to sign the divorce papers,” I shrug and bury my head into Jay’s chest, trying to keep myself calm.

  “How long were you guys married?” he says barely above a whisper but his question laced with anxiety.

  “It was just a little over two years. We were planning on starting a family and having a house built, but he got shot in a mugging and came into the E.R. while I was working. He had a woman with him who said she was his fiancée and they’d been engaged for five months. He was cheating on me while I was at work or he was telling me that he had to work a late night at the office when he really went out with her,” I explain without any animosity in my voice. I’ve been over the whole incident for quite a while now.

  “Do you think he would do this to you?” Jay asks, holding my cell phone up. I hesitate but shake my head, because I’m not sure if he’s capable of this or not. Rob was never violent toward me, so to think that he’s the one threatening me is very hard to believe.

  “Why don’t you and Elle stay here with us until the police figure out who this could be,” Jay bends down to look into my eyes, and I see a slight wince in his face; possibly pressure from his still broken nose or bruised ribs. I shake my head at him.

  “No, we’ll be fine. Elle has a security system set all around her house,” I clarify, thinking that will appease Jay, but it doesn’t.

  “Then would it be okay if I come and stay with you at your house? This makes me really upset Ada and I don’t want anyone to hurt you,” he says, pushing my hair away from my face and putting his hand on the back of my head, softly pulling me closer to him. I let out a huff of air and see that this conversation is going to end in him sleeping in my bed anyway, so I nod against his chest.

  “Yeah, if it makes you feel better then you can stay at Elle’s house with us,” I whisper, lighting up inside when I see Jay’s adorable grin.

  Chapter 18

  Jay

  As much as it pisses me off to think of someone threatening Ada, I have to be level headed and protect her. I refuse to let anything happen to her. After I run upstairs and pack a duffel bag of clothes for tomorrow and some toiletries, I tell Blake that I’ll be spending the night at Ada’s and after hearing what a lucky son of a bitch I am for a few minutes, we walk out of my front door. I gape at her little white Fiat parked in my driveway and then laugh.

  “There is no fucking way I’m going to fit in that clown car,” I say incredulously.

  “Hey,” Ada scoffs, lightly smacking my arm. “This isn’t a clown car, maybe you’re just a giant.”

  “I’m not a giant, and maybe I should take my own car over to your house,” I point to my green Jeep with my thumb and look down at Ada’s bright smile. Elle rolls her eyes and starts walking to Ada’s car hopping in the back seat, but Ada grabs my hand and pulls me down for a small kiss.

  “You’ll be just fine in my car, it’s a convertible. We’ll just put the top down for the three block drive home,” she laughs. After Ada puts the top down so that I can fit in her little car and we make the literally three block drive to Elle’s house, the three of us get out and make our way inside. Elle tells us both good night and goes to her room, while Ada and I walk down the long hallway into her room.

  As soon as we are in her room, I look around to see that it’s pretty bare. The walls are a pale green with the solitary window in the center of the back wall surrounded with pale pink sheer curtains. There is a queen sized bed in the middle of the room with a white comforter on her bed and pink sheets underneath and a white nightstand sitting to the left of the bed with an iPod docking station sitting on top.

  The wall opposite of the bed has a light pink dresser angled in the back corner with a few pictures in frames sitting on top of it, so I walk over to look at them- Ada and Elle when they were teenagers, Ada and a group of girls in medical scrubs, and one of a teenage girl with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes wearing a huge grin and holding a gray kitten next to her cheek.

  “Who’s this?” I ask Ada, pointing to the picture.

  “Oh, uh, that was my older sister, Ivy,” Ada smiles, but there’s a sad tone to her answer.

  “Was?” I hesitantly say.

  “Yeah, she died almost thirteen years ago when she was sixteen. That picture was taken about a week before she died,” Ada gives me a sorrowful smile while she takes her sandals off and throws them into her closet. I walk up to her and wrap my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug.

  “I’m sorry you lost your sister. Can I ask how she died?” I slightly cringe, wondering if I’ve just asked a question she doesn’t want to answer, but she leans back from my chest and takes a deep breath before she answers me.

  “Well, I grew up in a really small town outside of Omaha, Nebraska. One day, Ivy invited me to go out to the boons with her. We met her boyfriend Alex and his twin brother Andrew out at this abandoned field outside of town to shoot the handguns that Alex and Andrew had just gotten for their birthday. They were just shooting at random objects that were lying around.

  “While the boys were shooting, one of the bullets hit a metal sign that was leaning against a rock and it ricocheted back, hitting Ivy in the chest and piercing her lung. We were so far out of the city that it took us half an hour to get her to the hospital. She died in the bed of Alex’s truck twenty minutes away from town while I held her head in my lap. Ivy is why I became a nurse. I couldn’t save her, but maybe I could help to save other people,” she shrugs and sniffs, her eyes glossed over.

  Shit. That must be why she seemed so reluctant to go paintballing last weekend and so upset when that gunshot victim didn’t make it at work yesterday. Guns are probably something she tries to avoid.

  I kiss the top of her head a few times, trying to think of something to say that will lighten the mood. Before I speak, I pull her chin
up so she’s looking straight into my eyes and can see the sincerity in them.

  “I think you’re an amazing nurse. I’m sure your sister would be so proud of you,” I bend down and kiss her lips softly.

  “Thank you. That’s the first time anyone has told me that,” she whispers against my mouth. I pull back to look into her eyes and see if she’s telling me the truth. She is and it kind of pisses me off.

  “Are you kidding me? You’re parents never told you that? Or even your ex-husband?” I sneer, hating the idea of some asshole mistreating Ada the way he did.

  Ada shakes her head and then lets out a puff of air before answering me.

  “Well, Rob wanted me to quit working so that I could stay home and be a housewife. We fought all the time about me wanting to work, but I didn’t go through nursing school and all of the training so that I could sit at home and do nothing.

  “As for my mom, she couldn’t care less about what I did. She always thought that what happened to Ivy was my fault. Ivy was the golden child. Everyone loved her. When she died, my stepdad Jack couldn’t handle it; he was more like a father to us than my real one and Ivy dying tore Jack apart, so he left us. My mom thinks that everything terrible that has happened in her life from Ivy’s death on is somehow my fault because I let her die in the back of that truck.”

  I’m sure my eyes are the size of saucers. I’m rendered speechless. Finally I shake my head, realizing that I need to say something. No one could be that cold.

  “She couldn’t think that, really. What kind of mom would actually blame their other child for an accident like that?” I ask her, not really thinking that her mom blames her, but then Ada’s hand shoots into the air like she’s answering a question in school.

  “My mom does. She’s flat out told me over and over that it was my fault. ‘Adelaide, if you weren’t such a fuck up Ivy might be here now! You didn’t try hard enough to save her.’” Ada sneers, her eyes narrowing and then focusing on the ground.

  It takes everything I have not to gasp audibly at what she just said, so instead I flex my hands open and shut behind Ada’s back. What kind of asshole would blame their child for an accident like that?