by Dawn Edwards
All week I had been thinking of her, and it was abundantly clear now that I was no longer simply falling for this girl, but I had already fallen and was currently without a parachute.
Chapter 28
JESSA
MY TRIP TO MADRID was exactly what I needed to distract me from the whole situation with Matt and to try and put my feelings for Drew into perspective. Zoe and I were able to take a few days on to our trip for a quick getaway to Ibiza. I can’t say my parents were at all happy about it, and I promised we’d stay at the hotel and at the hotel’s beach—they weren’t that naive to not know that Ibiza was a party island. The hotel we were at had a fabulous nightclub that we took in the two nights we were there.
I was surprised that Zoe had been on her best behavior and didn't so much as lead a guy on, let alone hook up with any. And it wasn’t for their lack of trying. They were definitely trying, and they were definitely hotter than hot.
Even my mind was somewhere else. I confided in Zoe my feelings for Drew during our first evening; she had seen me sullen and withdrawn the entire week we’d spent in Madrid. She knew me well enough to know it wasn’t over Matt, and unsurprising, she hadn’t asked me once about him or even brought up his name to me, for which I was thankful.
I told her about the instant attraction I felt for Drew, the few times we had made out, and that while we hadn't really done much, he’d already brought me to orgasm once more than any other guy had. I had been embarrassed at first, talking about it, but she was so happy that I was finally opening up to her about my sex life. I think I’d always been somewhat embarrassed about Matt and that was the reason I never spoke about it. Not that there was much to tell, but with Drew, I had no issues going into details. My face was red all night; I could have blamed it on the summer heat of Ibiza, or the two bottles of wine we had already drunk, but really it was my embarrassment over talking openly about getting it on.
While I appreciated looking at the eye candy that was on full display in Ibiza, I really just wanted to get home to see Drew. I really did miss him. It wasn’t fair that I didn’t say goodbye to him, but I was so mad at my parents and felt so much anxiety that I had to get out of there before I said anything I might regret or slip about what Breton was trying to uncover about Matt and his family.
I had purposely kept him at a distance all week, trying to really figure out my feelings and think about what was coming next. I knew that things were changing, and I wasn’t sure how ready for it all I was.
But now that all I wanted was to see Drew, the universe was tossing roadblocks in my way, or should I say, thunderstorms delaying my flights. I had really been looking forward to seeing Drew tonight, but now it was late, and it wasn’t fair to have my father drive to Boston to get me and an Uber would have been a waste.
After calling my father from the tarmac, he suggested I stay with Zoe tonight, as he and Mom were flying to LA tomorrow, and I’d just have to drive them back into the city tomorrow anyway.
I wasn’t really keen to do it, but it made sense, and I could get some work done at the office for him—there were always leads to follow-up on post-trade shows.
As Zoe and I took an Uber home, I chatted with Drew. He always could lift my mood. I didn’t want to wait until the end of the week, so I jumped on the opportunity to spend time with him and suggested we make a day of it.
It was summer, mid-week, in a town where no one would know us. Drew was fun and we were carefree all day long, not being shy about our affection towards each other as we got coffee and snacks before picking up the haul, and then grabbing a nice lunch together and walking around afterwards. He had rented a truck for the day to drive up, afraid his van wouldn't make it, not wanting to damage any of our vehicles, and knowing that ours may not have been big enough to take a load of bricks he picked up.
I had an exam tomorrow morning and was trying my best to study in the car. I had used my time flying and in hotel rooms last week to review, and I had a good grasp on the materials, all I needed to do was go over my notes so the concepts were fresh in my mind. Not that I was really able to concentrate on my notes with Drew next to me.
After, we were back in Boston at my parents’ townhouse, he parked the truck in the garage off the back alley and joined me in the house where we ordered some burrito bowls and nachos.
We both showered—separately—and he borrowed some of Breton's clothes as he didn’t have the foresight this morning to pack an overnight bag. It was cute he hadn’t thought he’d end up here with me tonight.
We put on a movie in the living room, and he pulled me close to him. We only made it past the opening credits before we were making out like a couple of teenagers.
‘Jessa,’ he pulled away, looking around. I wasn’t sure who he thought he was going to see, we were completely alone. ‘We probably shouldn't.’
‘Drew, you can’t keep teasing me. You’re giving me the female equivalent of blue balls here. The mind fuck is just too much for me.’
He had spent the entire day touching me, kissing me, holding my hand. In other words, it was foreplay to the foreplay I was hoping would continue this evening. It was like we were a regular couple. I didn’t mind, it wasn’t like anyone we knew was likely to see us. Besides, we both had on hats and sunglasses. For him to pull away now, after flirting with me all day, just didn’t make any sense to me.
‘Mind fuck, me? That’s rich, coming from you.’ He laughed bitterly at me.
‘I’m not the one who can’t make up his mind…’ I was mocking him, and he knew I had a point.
‘You know it’s not like that.’
‘No? Then tell me how it is.’
He held up my left hand. ‘Case in point. Oh, and you want another? Your father is my boss, and I don't like sneaking around behind his back with his most prized possession.’
‘I’m not a possession,’ I protested, pushing him further away from me, sitting back up on the sofa.
‘You are, and you better get used to the idea, because someday, I’m going to make you mine, and you won't only be a prized possession, you will be the most cherished woman that ever lived.’
‘See, you can’t do that, you can’t push me away, and then say those things.’
‘I’m not pushing you away,’ he whispered, pulling me close to him again. ‘I just can’t be with you while you are still undecided about him.’
And there it was, his ultimatum of sorts. I was wondering if he would even go there. He hadn’t mentioned Matt in weeks.
I shook my head. ‘Drew, I’ve been decided about him long before I even met you.’ I saw the look of pain in his eyes, and I reached up to touch his face, kissing his lips. ‘Meeting you only cemented the fact that he’s not the one for me. My decision hasn’t changed, I’m not with him, haven't been for a very long time.’
‘But…’ I felt him fingering my ring.
‘Don’t let this fool you,’ I told him, showing him the ring. ‘It’s there to fool everyone else. It’s my insurance policy for the time being.’
Confusion crossed his face. ‘Jessa, you need to stop with the riddles, or I swear I’m walking out of here right now.’
I exhaled a deep breath. ‘He has a video of me,’ I confessed in a low voice.
‘What?’ he exclaimed, nearly yelling. ‘Like…’
‘Yes,’ I nodded, embarrassed. I covered my face with my hands.
‘Why would you let…’
‘I didn’t fucking let him,’ I snapped back at him, and I saw understanding cross his face.
‘That bastard,’ he sighed. ‘So that’s why you are still putting up with his shit.’
I nodded. ‘Breton is trying to hack into a computer to get all the copies,’ I told him. It was a white lie, all the copies had been secured and deleted, but I needed a cover. It wasn’t like I could actually tell him the full truth. Breton and I agreed a few weeks ago that if push came to shove, I could tell some people about the video if the questions became too much. And I could
n’t have Drew walk out on me right now—I needed him.
‘So, you are really done?’ he asked, sounding hopeful.
I nodded. ‘As I said, I’ve been done for months now. Being with you doesn’t even feel like cheating. But I just need him to think the wedding is still a go until Breton gets what he needs. I can’t call it off or he’s going to make those videos public.’
‘There’s more than one?’ His voice was laced with venom.
‘Apparently, I’ve only been shown one,’ I told him. ‘He says there’s three, so basically half the times we had sex he had a camera on me.’
Drew’s eyes went wide. ‘You’ve only had sex six times?’ He couldn’t help but laugh.
I shuddered. ‘Please don’t remind me, and it’s been five.’
He laughed again. ‘What kind of fucking pussy is that guy? I’d have you five times in one night…’
‘Is that so?’ I asked with a raised eyebrow.
‘In time, yes,’ he promised me.
‘Not tonight?’ I asked, embarrassed by the words coming out of my mouth.
He shook his head. ‘Do you have condoms?’ he asked. I sighed, disappointed, and shook my head. ‘That’s what I figured.’
‘And I’ve been shit with taking my pill,’ I added
He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my face to look to his. He placed a soft kiss on my lips. ‘Besides, I want our first time to be something magical, but that doesn't mean we can’t make tonight special.’
He pulled away marginally. ‘Do you want to stay down here?’
I turned off the TV and grabbed my phone off the coffee table; it was later than I thought.
‘We should get some sleep tonight, you have an exam in the morning.’
He said it suggestively, but I also heard undertones of practicality. He stood and held his hand out for me to take. I led him up to my room on the second floor of the house. I had never had a guy up here before, let alone, had one spend the night.
I knew my parents wouldn’t be happy, but at this moment, I really couldn’t care less about that. They were in LA and were not due back until Thursday afternoon. Breton was on the Cape and no one knew we were here. I was going to take full advantage of having a house all to myself for once. Total privacy.
I walked into my dark room; only the light from the street lights lit my path to where I turned on my bedside lamp then closed my curtains. As I walked around the bed, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into him. He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up my body and over my head, leaving me standing there in my bra and undies. He quickly pulled off his shirt, taking me in the entire time. I wrapped my arms around my stomach awkwardly. As he took off his shirt, I appreciated his chiseled chest and his defined abs, and sexy-as-hell biceps. I really felt inadequate at the moment.
He kissed me again, pulling me into him, skin to skin, his calloused hands, roaming all over my bare back. ‘You’re so soft,’ he moaned into my mouth.
I ground myself into his crotch. ‘You’re so hard.’
‘Fuck, Jessa, I’m always hard when you’re around.’ He lowered his hands to my behind. ‘This ass is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever seen.’ He squeezed it. ‘And it’s juicer than I had imagined,’ he sighed, kissing me again, starting to walk me back towards the bed.
I didn’t want to stop touching him, but I felt so self-conscious, I tried to cover my stomach with my hands, but he pulled my hands away. ‘No, I need to see and feel you,’ he said, hardly breaking our kiss, and slowly guiding me backward until my legs hit the bed.
He pulled down the pair of sweat pants he had on, that were a bit too small for him. ‘We don’t have to do anything,’ he assured me, stepping out of the pants before kissing my lips once. ‘I know you’re…’
I stopped what he was going to say and kissed him back. As his arms wrapped around me, his mouth found mine, our tongues massaging each other.
He pushed me back until I was on the bed, moving into the middle.
‘Do you like lace?’ he asked me, taking in the lace panties I was wearing, running a finger over them. I was sure he could feel my wetness through them already.
‘Yeah,’ I whimpered.
‘Me too, it’s so sexy.’ Good to know, I thought. ‘But as much as I like seeing you in these—’ he hooked a finger on them and started to peel them off me ‘—they are in my way.’ He leaned me back to lay on the bed, and I lifted my ass so he could take them off completely.
‘Open your legs for me, Jessa,’ he said, kneeling on the floor at the side of the bed between my legs.
I raised myself up on my elbows, looking down between my legs. ‘Why...what?’
He placed his hands on my knees and guided them farther open. I placed my hands over my bare sex. ‘If those hands are there to play with yourself, you can keep them there. If you are trying to hide yourself, move them,’ he said, his voice full of authority, looking straight into my eyes.
I smirked, running a finger through my folds, finding my clit. ‘Do you need directions?’
He laughed. I loved the look of enjoyment on his face, watching me play with myself. I couldn’t believe I was doing this in front of him, I’d never done anything remotely close to this in front of anyone before. ‘No, I know what I’m doing, but I am rather enjoying watching you.’
He kissed my leg, starting at my ankle, making his way up. ‘If there’s something you like, let me know. This is all about your pleasure.’
‘What about you?’
He leaned down and ran his tongue along the insides of the folds I had spread. ‘This is heaven to me.’ He let a pleasing sound escape, licking me again, causing me to fall back onto the mattress. The feeling was amazing; he was right, he did know what he was doing. I was just buzzed enough from the wine we drank with dinner to let him continue. He put me at ease and pushed everything else from my mind.
The feeling was indescribable. I’d asked Matt once, but he told me he didn’t do that, that the thought of it made him gag.
But it was clear that Drew thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing, by the sounds he was making, it was as if he were worshiping my clit. He slid a finger into me. ‘Ahhh,’ I exhaled.
‘Yeah, that’s it, cupcake, I want you to come for me,’ he said as he massaged my insides with his finger before he went back to worshiping my clit with his tongue.
I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling it, feeling myself build to my peak, knowing I was close. ‘Drew…’ I cried his name, spurring him on as he slipped another finger into me, picking up his speed with both his tongue and his fingers.
‘Ahhh!’ I screamed as I came, panting and jerking. He slowed down but didn’t stop, letting me ride out my climax to the fullest effect. It wasn’t until I was fully sated that he stopped, climbing up onto the bed next to me, rolling on his side, kissing me.
It was the first time anyone had gone down on me. I didn't know what to expect, but it was the most powerful orgasm of my life. Just when I thought the one he gave me in the kitchen pantry a few weeks ago couldn’t be topped, he went and blew it out of the park. I’d self-served in the past, but it never came close to what he could do for me.
‘Taste yourself,’ he commanded as he slid his tongue into my mouth. Until that point, I would have thought it nasty, but it was erotic, and I lapped it up. ‘I may have a new addiction,’ he whispered into my mouth.
‘Mmm,’ I moaned back, ‘I like the sound of that, but I’d like to taste you.’
‘All in due time,’ he said kissing me. ‘But you need to sleep for your exam tomorrow.’
Chapter 29
JESSA
MATT SENT ME A few text messages when I was in Madrid, that I planned to leave unanswered for as long as possible. When he started calling me, I shot him back a text to get him off my back.
JESSA: I’m out of the country on business. When I’ve cooled down and am ready to talk to you, I will let you know.
After that, he calmed down fo
r a few days, but then a week after I returned, I was sitting at my desk when my phone rang. The caller ID read, Outside Caller, which was pretty typical for most of my calls.
‘Good morning, Cahill Global, this is Jessa,’ I answered with my typical phrase in my business voice, that Zoe loved to tease me about.
‘Hi,’ it was Matt. ‘You’re back then?’ He breathed out like he was nervous.
‘You can’t call me at work,’ I hissed into the phone.
‘You’re not answering my text messages.’ That's because I’m too busy getting it on with a real man who knows how to please me and give me mind-blowing orgasms. Why would I waste my time with a little boy who can’t deliver? ‘And I think we both know I can call you at work.’
‘I told you when I was ready I would,’ I replied flatly. I knew at some point soon I’d have to cave and talk to him, maybe even see him. ‘What is it? I’m in the middle of something.’ I sounded short, but it was true, I had a ton of work to get through.
‘Oh, what are you up to?’ he asked, trying to sound light.
‘You called me at work, what the hell do you think I’m doing, getting a pedicure?’
There was silence on the phone, he wasn’t used to me snapping back at him or talking to him in such tones. But my gloves were off, I was ready for a fight.
‘Can we meet?’ he finally asked.
‘I’m busy,’ was all I responded. I didn’t want to see him, even though I had to.
‘When will you not be?’ he asked me.
‘Friday,’ I told him, knowing he had to work and hoping he wouldn’t be able to make it.
‘Great, I’ll be there. What time?’ Shit.
‘Meet me at noon at the pier beach, I don’t think it’s a good idea to meet at the house.’ I didn’t need anyone seeing us together, especially Drew. He would lose his shit, and my mother would just bombard me with questions.