by Alexa Riley
“You don’t know anything,” I say and then feel the tears sting my eyes.
“Shh,” he murmurs as he leans down and kisses my lips softly.
His strength and the weight of him do something to my insides. It’s like one of those weighted blankets. My body feels at peace as he keeps kissing me so sweetly. Can this possibly be the same man from the restaurant, or the one who walked in and demanded I open my robe for him? The feel of his full lips against mine is completely different than anything he’s done before.
“You’re worked up, bombshell. Let me take care of it.” When I feel the slick heat of his tongue against mine, I open my mouth and let him have me like no other man has. He kisses me like I’m his and in this moment I am.
My eyes stay closed as he kisses my neck and then between my breasts. I feel him everywhere as sensations fire from every inch of my body. His wet lips cover one nipple and I cry out when he sucks the tight peak into his mouth.
“Remember what I said about keeping quiet. I need you to be a church mouse while I take care of you so I don’t have to explain this to your brother right this second.”
For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to explain it to him at some point or if this will be our little secret. But then he pushes my breasts together and sucks on each nipple in quick succession. Back and forth he loves each one equally as the lower half of my body screams for attention.
“Jensen,” I whisper, and he hums in satisfaction.
“Keep saying my name like that and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.” He releases my tender nipples as he kisses my soft belly and wide hips. “Goddamn, I’m going to have to fight to not get you pregnant.”
My eyes pop open and I start to sit up, but he slides down to my pussy and the tip of his tongue teases my slit. I nearly come off the bed but then fall back onto it and raise my hips towards his mouth. That’s where I’m hurting the most and where I’m desperate for his mouth to be.
“Please, please, please,” I beg softly.
He teases me again with the barest of licks between my lips and I want to growl. I grip the sheets tight when what I want to do is grip his head and shove him down on my pussy. I’ve never been so bold, but something about him makes me absolutely brazen.
“And you beg pretty, too? Fuck me, I’m going to have a ring on you before the night is over.”
I clench my teeth and give up. I’ve had enough. I let go of the sheet and run my fingers through his hair before I hold him still and grind my pussy against his mouth. I’m mortified and relieved at the same time and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
He grips my thighs tight to pull them open. When his tongue circles my clit, I loosen my grip on him and relax against the bed. I can feel his cocky smile against me as he licks me, but I don’t care anymore. He feels so good that I think I’d let him say whatever he wanted to right now.
He grunts as he pushes two fingers inside of me and my body tightens. I’m so full, but it’s not half as thick as the monster between his legs. He moves his fingers, and just like in the restaurant he touches some magical place that has me gasping for air and right on the edge of climax. I feel it when he adds another finger and I can’t catch my breath. It’s too much but exactly what I need all at the same time. My shoulders come up off the bed as he works me from the inside out and his tongue tortures my clit.
I reach over and grab a throw pillow and stuff it against my face. I have only half a second before my orgasm hits me and I’m screaming into it. My whole body lights up like the Fourth of July and heat sears my veins. It’s the hardest, most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had in my life and it keeps on going.
Wave after wave of heat rolls over me and Jensen knows exactly how soft and firm his tongue should be to wring out every ounce of pleasure from my body.
When I hit the mattress I’m completely spent and I can’t even form words to tell him thank you. I should thank him, right? Or maybe he’s expecting the same in return. But there’s no way I can give it as good as he gave, and right now I’m not sure I can move.
I lie there trying to figure out if I’ve been hit by a truck or my fairy godmother as my whole body tingles with absolute satisfaction.
“Holy shit,” I say as he kisses his way up my body until he’s on top of me.
The weight of his cock rests on my stomach and I can feel the damp head dragging a trail of cum on my belly. His lips are wet as he leans down and kisses me, and I can taste myself on him.
“Feel better?” he asks me, and I’m only able to nod while I smile like a lunatic. “Good. Now roll on your side so I can be the big spoon.”
“What?” I laugh as he moves me the way he wants me and comes up behind my body.
“You fit right here.” He emphasizes our position by kissing me on my shoulder and wrapping his arms and legs around me.
“Didn’t you want to…um?” I don’t know how to finish that sentence. Get off? Have sex?
“I did what I came in here to do.” His voice is deep and I can feel just how hard he is against my ass, but he doesn’t say anything else.
“I’m sorry I got so teary when you said—”
“Don’t do that,” he says, and I stop talking. “Don’t apologize for no reason. I was pushing your buttons. I’m not always the best at knowing when to keep my mouth shut.”
“You put it to good use tonight,” I whisper and smother a giggle.
“Keep talking like that and I’ll do it again.” He brushes his lips across my shoulder back and forth and a comfortable silence falls between us.
I close my eyes as the feel of his heat against me makes me feel so safe and protected.
“I know I come across as an asshole, but I know you’re innocent.” He presses his forehead to my shoulder and I’m so sleepy now that I don’t respond. “I’ll be gentle.”
I nod a little as the heavy need to drift off washes over me.
“But I won’t wait much longer.”
Chapter Six
Sage
I stand in front of the mirror debating the dress I’d picked out to wear today. It’s deep red dress and hugs a little tighter than I would like it to, but I don't have a lot of options at this point. My mind flashes to the waitress last night who tried and failed to get Jensen’s attention. My brother is constantly getting hit on and I always found it funny, but with Jensen, not so much.
He focused all his attention on me and looked annoyed when we were interrupted. Jensen must have liked what he saw because he’d been on me from the moment he laid eyes on me. I’d never put much mental energy into what a man thought of me before and now it’s all I can think about. The extra weight I put on doesn’t even bother me, but my closest isn't loving it. I have no plans on changing my habits at the moment, so I need to go shopping.
Turning from the mirror, I decide to stick with the dress. My mom would love to come with me because she always thought I wore my clothes too loose to begin with. I smile thinking about how smug she’s going to be when she sees me in this. I wonder what Jensen will think of the dress? I glance over to my empty bed and think about waking up alone. He was already gone when I opened my eyes over two hours ago. I should be preparing for Thanksgiving dinner, but I’m torn between wanting to see Jensen again and dreading it.
I lay in bed for over an hour before forcing myself to get up and shower. I replayed everything that happened between us, and what bothers me the most is that he was gone when I woke up. If it wasn't for the sheets with his scent all over them, I would’ve thought it was a dream. I let him do all those things to me without a fight and he slipped from my bed without even a kiss goodbye.
Why did that hurt so damn much? Maybe it’s a normal thing to do. I shouldn't be shocked or even hurt. He was blunt with what he wanted and it was clear who he was. There were no promises made either. I need to calm down. The pregnancy talk and his words about a ring on my finger were dirty words he used to get me worked up. He somehow knew that would turn m
e on and he was right. He went right into a fantasy I didn’t know I had and it pushed me over the edge.
Jensen is a man who knows what to say and do to get into a woman’s panties, and I groan thinking how easily he’d gotten into mine. I never thought I’d be one of those girls who lost it over a man, but here I am feeling like a fool.
“Maybe my parents were right,” I say to myself, knowing I’d never tell them that. Maybe I am too naïve for my own good and I need protecting. Jensen has heartbreak written all over him, and I chose wrong before when I befriended Jimmy.
I go into the bathroom and give myself one last look before putting on some lip gloss. It’s safe to say Jensen isn't a stalker, but he does happen to be my brother’s best friend. They travel all the time and I’d end up being crazy clingy while Jensen was away and I don’t want that.
If he’s anything like my brother, he becomes obsessive about a project. Then suddenly he’s jumping to the next thing before the dust can settle. He doesn’t look back and I should take a page out of his book. It’s better to think of last night as only that. It was a taste of what it’s like to be with someone and possibly what a relationship would consist of in the future. I just need to remember to slow down with the next guy.
If I was a one-night stand or a weekend fling, I guess it would be disappointing to have that with a virgin. Maybe that’s why he didn’t push for more last night. Sleeping with your best friend’s sister is bad enough, but taking her virginity might be too far for even for someone as aggressive and dominant as Jensen.
I put my makeup away and steel myself. I know after last night if Jensen wants to kiss me, a little lip gloss isn't going to stop him. My own brother sat across the table from us and Jensen didn’t have a problem slipping his hand under my skirt. Maybe the thrill of it was what turned him on and I’d be a liar if I said I didn't get off on it, too. But I don't want his hands on me if that’s all he’s after.
I open my bedroom door and poke my head out. When I don’t see anyone I make my escape down the hallway and pause for a moment when I hear someone in the kitchen. When I see it’s my brother I sigh and I don’t know if it’s from relief or annoyance.
“Hey,” I say as I walk into the kitchen, trying to play it cool. When I checked myself out in the mirror earlier I looked the same as yesterday, but I felt different.
“Hey,” he says as he takes a drink of his coffee. He doesn’t look like he got much sleep. He’s not his normal peppy morning self. When he’s here he’s always in a good mood.
“You look tired. With how fast you passed out last night I thought you’d be rested today.” I grab my own coffee cup and pour myself a mug.
“I didn't mean to fall asleep.” he yawns, sounding annoyed with himself.
I don’t respond even though I want to tell him he needs to make sure he gets rest. He works too much, but I know it will fall on deaf ears. I, unlike the rest of this family, know when to let people figure things out on their own.
“We should probably get a move on it soon.” I glance towards the hallway. “Is Jensen up yet?” I hedge, and my brother nods.
“He’s always up,” he says, stifling another yawn. “He took off an hour ago.”
My heart drops and my hand holding the creamer halfway tipped to my mug stops and I stare at my brother as he looks at his watch.
“I’m sure he’ll be back any minute. He was edgy this morning, so he went for a run. That’s what he usually does when he’s in one of his moods.” He rolls his eyes and then drinks his coffee.
“Moods?” I try and act casual as I hold out the pot to fill my brother’s cup up.
I was going to rush out of here and go to my parents’ but now I decide to stay and use the time to learn something about the man who’s dominating my life in more than one way. He’s gone from taking over my fantasies just from a picture to taking over everything with his presence.
“Who knows? He’s one of the smartest men I’ve ever met. I’m sure it’s hard to get that shit to shut off. Most men would find a woman and…” He trails off as if I didn't know what he was going to say. Most men would fuck to clear their heads. I might be a virgin, but I’m not completely innocent.
“I’m not twelve, Brian, I get it.”
He shrugs as I lean my hip against the counter and drink my coffee. The thought of Jensen fucking another woman sends a spark of jealousy shooting through me.
“Speaking of you not being twelve, why don't you put on one of those jacket things over your dress.” He motions at me. I stare at him like he’s lost his mind. “The little jackets you have hanging in the closet.”
“A cardigan?”
“Yeah, that’s it,” he says and nods. “You should put one on.”
“No,” I say simply, turning away from him.
“No?” I hear him repeat from behind me.
“I know you’re not used to the word no, but let it sit for a second. You’ll figure it out.”
I do have some cleavage showing, but that’s mostly because of the weight I’ve put on. I’m extra curvy all over, but it’s nothing I thought to cover up.
“You’d be surprised,” he mumbles from behind me. I peek over my shoulder at him. Could it be a woman that’s got him acting strange?
“I look fine,” I say, trying to ignore him.
“Actually, your scar is showing and—” I realize he’s looking at me with sad eyes and I know what he isn’t saying. The sight of it would make my parents think back on everything. I’m the one always trying to make everyone forget because I want my life to be normal and for them to not treat me as though I’m made of glass. He’s right, though, because I never let it show. I completely forgot to put something on that covers it up. The dress cuts lower in the back than my others, and when I bought it, I made sure to get a jacket that matched, knowing I’d need it.
I put my coffee down on the counter and go get my cardigan out of the closet. Would Jensen treat me differently if he found out about the scar?
I pull it off the hanger and put it on to hide the scar from the world. It marks me, but somehow it marks everyone else deeper. Out of everything that happened that day, that’s what I hate most because I’m always treated with kid gloves. Jensen didn’t treat me that way and maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to him.
“This all the stuff you need?” my brother asks, breaking my train of thought on Jensen as he motions to the pile of stuff I’m taking to my parents’ house.
“Yes.” I glance around, making sure I’m not forgetting anything. It’s the first Thanksgiving that I’m not living at home and it feels so different.
“Something came up, so Jensen is going to try and meet us there,” Brian tells me as he checks his phone then hands me a bag. He grabs the rest of the baked goods I made and nods. “Let’s roll.”
“Is everything okay?” I ask as my heart starts to race.
What if he woke up and realized what he’d done and got out of here as fast as he could? Maybe he’s out blowing off the steam he hadn’t been willing to do with me last night.
“I’m sure it’s fine. He’ll probably show later.”
“Probably,” I mutter in disappointment.
“The man does what he wants. I’m shocked I got him to stay here one night.” He shrugs as I follow him out the door.
When we’re in the car we make our way to Mom and Dad’s in silence. Neither one of us wants to talk as our minds are elsewhere.
I fight the urge to cry because I’m more hurt than I should be, and I know I’m being silly. The car is barely to a stop and my parents are coming out of the front door to greet us.
“Oh, I love that dress on you!” my mom says as she pulls me into a hug before my dad does the same. Being here makes me feel a little better. I’m going to enjoy Thanksgiving with my family. If Jensen has somewhere better to be then I know where we stand.
“Come in! We don’t have much left to do.” Mom pulls me inside and I hear my dad say Jensen's name to my brother bu
t can’t make out what was said after that.
“It’s strange not having you here on Thanksgiving morning. I think for Christmas you should stay the night before,” my mom says as she pours the gravy into a serving dish and we do the finishing touches on dinner.
“Sure,” I agree absently. My mood is still sour. I told myself I wouldn’t let this bother me, but still it lingers.
“You okay, sugar? You seem out of sorts,” my mom says, using the nickname she gave me when I was a little girl.
“Yeah.” I look up at her and see a face that’s so similar to mine. “I was thinking maybe I should start dating.”
“Dating?” I jump at the deep voice from behind me.
When I turn around, I see Jensen standing there with my dad and brother and all of them are staring me down. Jensen looks as handsome as ever and I wonder where he went. It’s Thanksgiving, so there aren’t many options. He said he was single, but don’t people have hookups or whatever?
Shockingly my mom takes my side on the issue. “I know this one guy now that you mention it.” I turn to look at her in surprise, and she rolls her eyes. “It’s time, and besides, someone needs to give me grandbabies and we all know it’s not going to be your brother.” She shoots a look past me to Brian. “Close your mouths, you all look ridiculous.”
I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing as I hear mumbled words from behind me.
“Out of my kitchen and take these trays with you,” she says to them in a tone that makes them move. She hands Jensen one and smiles at him. “Good to see you again, honey. I’m happy you joined us.” She leans up and gives him a kiss on his cheek before pushing him out of the room as she did the others.
“It’s so sad he has no family,” she whispers to me when he’s gone. She hands me a pot and I nod in agreement. I might be angry with him at the moment, but it is sad. “He hides his loneliness well with that stoic expression. Men.” She shakes her head. “Smile, sugar, let's show him he’s welcome here. He’s a good man, and I hope he comes back. He should have a family, and we can give him that.”