“Make love to me, Jenson.” My voice is barely a whisper, betraying my vulnerability. He’s got the power to be my salvation or my destruction. He can save me from my self-imposed exile or he can send me running faster and further than before. I pray that it’s the former. I wouldn’t survive the latter.
“As you wish, my love.”
He places a tender kiss to my inner thigh before he exits the bed. I watch, riveted, as Jenson slowly strips off his clothes. The hard lines of his chest and abdomen are revealed inch by glorious inch. I want to put my mouth on him. I want to lick over each dip and bump.
I’m distracted from my visual buffet when the distinct sound of a belt buckle hits the hardwood floor. My eyes lower and watch as he slowly pushes his black boxer briefs down his legs. I lick my lips when his cock springs free—ten thick inches of hard flesh that I want to worship.
I sit up and reach for him, but he grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. He crushes his mouth to mine and kisses me with a fiery passion. When he finally pulls away, my chest is heaving and I’m lightheaded. Guiding my body back down onto the mattress, he settles himself between my spread legs. He hovers over me, the hardness of his muscles grazing the roundness of my stomach as he kisses me wildly.
My body is on fire, but no matter how much I rock my hips, my unyielding stomach prevents me from getting the pressure I crave. I’m at his mercy until he decides to move.
“More,” I pant between drugging kisses. “Please, more. Need…”
He raises up between my legs and guides the tip of his cock to my pussy. I expect him to plunge right in, but he slowly rubs himself along my slit. The blunt head dips into my wetness, then up around my clit. He repeats that move until I’m half-crazed.
“You’re so fucking wet. You want this cock, don’t you?”
“Yes! God, yes. Give it to me.” My body is shaking from the delicious torture he’s inflicting, but I need more. I need to be filled. I can’t stand the emptiness anymore—it physically hurts to be so turned on and not have relief.
Jenson licks his lips as he looks down at me. The look in his eyes makes my breath catch in my throat—he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. My heart aches, I want so badly to profess my love to him. To apologize for everything. I open my mouth to pour my heart out to him, but every thought flies from my mind as the first thick inch of him breaches my opening. I suck in a harsh breath from the pressure.
Another inch has Jenson moaning. I hook my leg around his hip, encouraging him to go deeper, but he doesn’t budge.
“I don’t want to hurt you, love. You’re so swollen and tight.” His voice is strained at the effort to hold back.
“You feel so good inside me, Jenson. Give me what we both need.”
But he won’t be deterred in his mission to go slow. He rocks his hips forward giving me another inch, then retreats. Each slow push sends him deeper and every sensual pull has all my nerve endings lighting up from pleasure. He never picks up speed, never thrusts harder.
When he’s finally buried deep, I anticipate his wild side coming out, but he keeps up the same steady rhythm. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good. Fantastic even. But I want more. I want him to lose himself inside me. I need to feel the same feral need from him that he used to give me.
“Fuck me, Jenson. I won’t break,” I beg.
He buries himself deep and grinds himself against my clit. I gasp and mumble random encouragements as he continues the deep grind. It’s not the fucking I want, though. I want him hard and dirty. I want my Jenson. I must have said this all out loud, because the next thing I know my pussy is empty and I’m flipped over onto all fours.
“You want it hard and dirty?” He growls into my ear, the hard length of his cock pressing wetly against my ass.
His big hands grip my hips and he plunges deep. His cock hits my G-spot perfectly on every thrust. I’m screaming and sobbing from the pleasure. It’s everything I wanted and more. I rock back on his cock, matching his frenzied pace, loving how out of control he’s become.
“Look at that greedy pussy swallowing me up.” He punctuates the statement with a hard thrust, completely bottoming out as he bumps my cervix. “Fucking tight.” He groans as he slowly pulls back. “Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you like this.”
The heat builds in my core until it’s almost unbearable. I’m begging for more—for mercy—for something. He’s relentless. My body has never been so primed, but my orgasm is still beyond my reach. Just when I think I can take no more, his fingers find my clit and with one touch I come, screaming his name.
He fucks me straight through my orgasm and into another. I’m shaking, unable to hold myself up anymore. Before I crash to the mattress, Jenson wraps his strong arm around my chest, lifting me so that my back is against his chest. His cock never loses its punishing rhythm.
“You’re going to come again for me, love.” His voice low and commanding in my ear.
My head lolls back on his shoulder. I’m about to protest, thinking there is no way I could possibly come again, when he pinches my clit and I fly over the edge into oblivion.
“Fuck… oh…”
“That’s right,” Jenson encourages. “I’m going to fill you so full of my cum.”
“Yessss…”
I feel his cock swell and jerk inside me as he finally loses control.
12
Jenson
I’ve got Dylan in my arms again and her head nestled against my chest as she sleeps. I can’t bear to close my eyes because I’m scared she’ll disappear.
As soon as I pulled out and laid her down, she was out. I went to get a warm cloth to clean her up and she was lightly snoring by the time I got back. I gently cleaned her thighs, but when I saw my cum dripping from her pussy the caveman inside me refused to wipe it away.
Now I’m laying here, holding my girl as she rests. I don’t know what will happen when she wakes up. I hope like hell she agrees to come home with me. She seemed genuinely happy to see me after I explained the Emily situation, but that’s no guarantee.
Dylan shifts in her sleep and whimpers. I run my fingers lightly through her hair and she instantly settles back into a peaceful slumber. My mind wanders again to thoughts of the future and how I can convince her to come home when she nudges me. I look down, expecting to see her awake, but she’s still asleep. The nudge happens again and I realize it’s the baby.
I put my hand against her stomach in awe at the feeling. My heart swells in my chest and I feel like it might burst with the amount of joy I’m filled with.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Dylan’s soft voice fills the quiet of the room.
She rolls to her back as I slide down the bed to get closer to her stomach. I lay my hands on either side of her stomach, feeling the precious life within stretch and move. My eyes gloss over with tears. I can’t believe I’m going to be a daddy.
I’ve never felt such a swelling of happiness and pride. Even with things being unsure between Dylan and me, this is perfection. This is everything. I’ve never felt such instantaneous love. I’m already consumed with it. Completely wrapped around his tiny finger. I’ll give him and his mother the world if only she’ll let me.
My eyes meet hers and I’m taken aback by the look of pain reflected in them. I shift so she’s laying fully on the bed and I’m sitting up beside her. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine.” She smiles up at me, but it doesn’t meet her eyes.
“Bullshit. Tell me, Dylan.”
She shifts on the bed, maneuvering until she is sitting at the edge. I reach out to her, but she stands and moves away. My fingertips barely graze her skin. I openly admire her body, taking in the lush curves. She notices me looking and quickly moves to the dresser.
I can’t hold back my smile when she pulls out one of my dress shirts and shrugs it on. It was in my room at my parent’s house. It pleases me to know that she purposefully took something of mine wh
en she left. Even big with my baby, the shirt is still several sizes too big and hangs down to mid-thigh. My cock stirs at the sight, completely insatiable after being away from her for so long. This definitely isn’t the time, so I grab my boxer briefs from the floor and tug them on.
“I’m so sorry, Jenson. I should have never kept this from you.” Her hand gently rubs over her stomach. Her eyes meet mine and the devastation she’s feeling is clear. “I started to call you a million times, but…” she swallows thickly. “I was so scared. I loved you so damn much and seeing that woman naked in our bed, wearing your grandmother’s ring… I couldn’t risk it.”
I cross the room to her and cup her face in my palms and tip her face so she’s looking up at me. I need her to hear me and see the sincerity in what I’m about to say. I can’t let her doubt me for a second longer. It’s imperative that she knows I love her more than life and that this baby is everything I could’ve hoped for. Finding her and seeing her swollen with my child is the greatest gift.
“Dylan, I love you with everything that I am. I’ve spent the last five months kicking my own ass over not telling you about Emily. I thought she was gone for good and I didn’t want to give you any more reason to doubt us. You were so unsure about our relationship; I couldn’t stand the thought of making things any harder for you. And this baby? I am elated.”
“But…”
I have no idea what she’s about to say—I don’t give her a chance—I fit my lips to hers and kiss her. I kiss her deeply, stroking my tongue against hers. I thread my fingers through her hair and hold her locked to me. Her hands find my shoulders and she gives in to the moment just like I knew she would. Her kisses are just as hungry as mine. It’s always been this way with us. She gets stuck in her head, worrying about things she shouldn’t and I bring her back by reminding her how perfectly we fit.
I’m seconds away from taking her right back to that bed and worshiping her body all over again, when her stomach picks that moment to growl loudly.
Dylan pulls away and says sarcastically, “Well, that was sexy.”
“You need to eat, love.” I feel like a complete ass for not taking better care of her, it’s well past any reasonable dinnertime and she’s probably starving.
I take her hand and lead her to her small kitchen, where I lift her up to sit on the counter—something I’ve always done when I cook for her. It almost always ends in my mouth, fingers, cock, or all of them inside her delicious pussy, but that’ll have to wait. She smirks at me, knowingly. Telling me she’s probably thinking about the same thing.
Her refrigerator is almost completely bare, as are her cupboards. I quirk an eyebrow at her, disapproval written all over my face.
“I haven’t had a chance to get to the store. The weather has been bad and I don’t like to drive in the snow and ice. My friend, Nora, is supposed to take me tomorrow.”
Shaking my head, I pull out a carton of eggs and some cheese. It won’t be fancy, but a cheese omelet is better than the Ramen noodles she has in the cupboard. I quickly cook up two omelets and hop up on the counter next to her. She tucks into her food, practically inhaling it. She looks up forlornly once her plate is empty. I chuckle under my breath and slide the rest of my eggs onto her plate.
“Thanks.”
She again devours every bite and I half wonder if she’s going to lick the plate. “Sorry, I skipped lunch today and then well…” She tips her head toward the bedroom.
“You need to take better care of yourself,” I grumble.
Dylan rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Trust me, this is a one-off situation. I eat like a pig most days.”
The smile that spreads across her face when I reach for her belly is enough to knock the air from my lungs. She’s so beautiful.
“Well, when we get home I’ll make sure to stock the kitchen.”
Her smile falls and she looks down at her hands. I mentally kick my own ass for moving too fast and assuming she’d be ready to move back before we’ve even had a chance to talk. I’m trying to think of a way to fix this because I can see the walls she’s putting up and I can’t allow that to happen. I’ve already got a long line of hurdles to jump in order to make things right. The last thing I need is to stick my foot in my mouth by rushing her. I’m saved by her yawn.
“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”
13
Dylan
Jenson carried me to bed despite my protests of being way too heavy. He snorted a laugh and told me not to be ridiculous. I’ll never admit how good that made me feel.
We’re lounging in bed and even though exhaustion weighs heavily on me, I can’t bear the thought of missing any time with him. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow and I’ll regret losing precious time with him if he leaves me.
We’ve been talking about trivial things, but I can tell he’s holding back. I am, too. I’m scared to broach the subject of where we go from here and I’m pretty sure he’s avoiding the same thing. It’s causing anxiety to burn under my skin when I think of all the possible topics he could be afraid to bring up.
He’s got every right to be mad at or even hate me, but he’s shown none of that. Actually, it’s been the opposite. I’ve apologized at least a dozen times and every time he just kisses my worries away. It’s sweet, but I feel like it’s an elephant in the room just waiting to trample everything.
“How did you end up here? Maine is a long way to drive.” His question is an expected one and thankfully not the one I’m dreading.
“I didn’t settle down right away. I stayed in several places, but nothing seemed to fit. I was heading further north, but I got a flat and ended up having to stay at the motel up the interstate.”
Jenson makes a disgruntled sound and I look up at him from my place against his chest. “That motel is dangerous. Not to mention disgusting.”
I laugh, not able to disagree one bit. It was terrifying. The clientele is sketchy at best and downright scary at worst. I not only locked the door, but I shoved the chair under the doorknob and slept with my pepper spray in hand. He’s not wrong about it being disgusting either. The roaches are the size of small dogs and the whole place smells like a mixture of body odor and urine.
“Trust me, that motel is the last place I’d ever choose to stay. It was the only place within fifty miles of where I broke down, though, so I didn’t have much choice. Anyway, the guy from the repair shop who came to fix my tire is from here and when I saw the town it instantly felt like home.” I immediately regret using that word when Jenson flinches as if I’d slapped him.
“It’s just that after being on the road for so long and not having any idea where I was going or what I was looking for, this place just felt good. The people were kind and welcoming, and the town itself is quiet and quaint.”
“It’s okay, love. I get it. You were starting a new life. It’s not unreasonable that you’d look for someplace that would feel like a real home.”
Sadness permeates the air and I hate how much hurt I’ve caused. I wish I’d picked up the phone months ago. So much wasted time.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” I confess. “Thank you for not giving up on me. I love you, Jenson.”
Those three little words fall from my lips so easily it feels right. The fear I’ve held onto is obliterated when I see Jenson’s reaction to my saying it for the first time. He looks like he just won the lottery. A huge smile spreads across his face showing off straight white teeth and the barest hint of a dimple through his scruff.
“I’ll never give up on you, Dylan,” he vows.
We both go quiet, finding peace in each other’s arms. There’s still so much to say and even though I fight it, sleep finally claims me.
* * *
I’m having the best dream of my life—Jenson came for me and confessed his love for me. He begged for my forgiveness which I readily gave him. He was so happy about the baby that he had tears in his eyes. And he made love to me. It’s that part of the dream tha
t has my body heating up and never wanting it to end.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.” Jenson’s voice breaks through my dream and I realize it wasn’t a dream at all. He’s actually here.
I stretch like a lazy cat, noting all the aches from my long day yesterday and the amazing way Jenson worked over my body last night. My pussy gets wet remembering how his thick cock felt deep inside me. Desire spikes through my body and I’m ready to jump him, but Jenson’s got other plans.
“Time to get up. We’re going to the diner for breakfast, then we need to talk about where we go from here.”
My heart pounds in both excitement and anxiety. The smile on his face hints at good things, but anything could happen.
* * *
“What can I getcha, hot stuff?” Pammy asks, flirting with Jenson. I barely suppress a laugh at the look Jenson gives her. Pammy’s about seventy and feisty as can be. She’s one of the reasons I fell in love with this town. He’s sitting there gawking at her, so I step in and order for the both of us.
“We’ll have two specials with one side of gravy. He’ll have a coffee, black, and I would like orange juice, please.”
“You got it, toots.” Pammy shuffles off.
Jenson laughs at her retreating back. “She’s something.”
“Yeah, she’s great.”
“Do you have many friends here?” The question makes my heart ache because I already know I’ll be heading back to California whenever Jenson leaves—no matter if we are together or not. Having him here after being apart for all this time makes me realize how truly alone I’ve been. Even with Nora and Olive, I still haven’t felt like I truly belong.
“Olive, from the library, and Nora.” I chuckle remembering how Nora basically forced her way into my life. “When I first came to town, I made a doctor’s appointment. I was still at that shitty motel, so I put it down as my temporary address. Nora, Dr. Hastings’ receptionist and wife, was appalled. After my appointment, she insisted that I look at their rental house. From there, she took me under her wing.”
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