Chapter 7

Jessi

“I want you on top of me. Now.

His voice was hot in my ear as his hands grabbed my hips. I straddled his legs as he pulled me into his lap, his cock positioned at my entrance. The mind blowing orgasm he had just dealt with his tongue had my head spinning. So much so that I had to rest my forehead against his. I could smell myself on his skin. That alluring mixture of his saltiness and mine. It was a scent I’d tried to conjure in my dreams for months. This heated, heady sensation he could always give me was something I’d tried to replicate to show myself I didn’t need him.

But there was nothing like his body against mine.

He guided my hips down to his, sinking his dick into my pussy. I captured his lips, licking my essence off his skin. Our tongues battled for dominance as he swirled my hips around, guiding my every movement, getting what he wanted.

What he needed.

What he thought was his.

I planted my knees firmly into the couch as I bounced on his cock. His hands cupped my ass, rolling me deeper into him. My clit was poking out from beyond its hood, seeking friction against his tightly-wound curls. My hands ran through his hair, our lips colliding and teeth clattering as the windows behind the couch began to steam with our lust.

“Fuck, Jessi. You're just like I remembered.”

I’d missed his cock inside of me. I’d missed the way he could fill me up. He sank deeper than anything I’d ever bought and tried on myself. He brushed against spots that shook my legs and stuttered my words. The pleasure he brought choked the life out of my body as I fell onto him, my arms holding me close as he pounded up into my pussy.

“That’s it. Let me have you. Just like I want. Such a sweet girl. Oh—fuck.”

I moaned into the crook of his neck, pressing kisses along his protruding veins. His hands dug into my ass, moving my body at lightning speed. My toes were curling and my teeth were biting into his neck. He was growling at me, the animal inside bursting forth as the lines between pain and pleasure began to blur.

I could feel his fingernails marking me as his hips began to stutter.

“Chris. Yes. So close. So good. Holy—fuck!”

My entire body contracted, crumbling into him as his arms cloaked my back. He held me close like he used to. Like when my body would collapse on top of his and he would cushion my fall. I felt his cock throbbing against my walls, painting my body with his cum. My walls sucked him deeper, trapping him in the tightness of my pussy as my lips peppered his skin. I kissed up his cheek and encompassed his lips, moaning my delight into his warmth.

And still, he held me tightly.

“Stay with me tonight, Jessi. Let’s wake up to the sun together.”

“I can’t,” I said breathlessly, as our foreheads connected once again.

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t be seen riding into work with you, for one thing.”

“You have your car here. We’ll drive separately,” he said.

“I can’t stay.”

“I’m not asking for forever, Jes. I’m only asking for a night.”

There was something about that phrase that surged a want within my body to slap him.

Peeling myself from his lap, I felt him drip down my leg. I stumbled over to the kitchen, my legs wobbling as I grabbed a paper towel to clean myself up with. I could hear him buckling his pants as his eyes looked over at me, and I tried to avoid his stare.

I didn’t want to admit how angry that statement had made me.

“Here,” Chris said. “You’ll need these.”

He tossed my panties up onto the counter before he sighed and turned his back. If he kept asking me to stay with him, I was going to run out of excuses as to why I had to get home. It would get harder to hide Caleb and I’d start toeing a line I wasn’t ready to divulge yet. I needed a way to diffuse the tension so he wouldn’t shove me away.

My plan was nowhere near fully-fledged yet.

“Does Justin know you’re back in town?” I asked.

“Of course he does. He’s my best friend. He’s the first person I told when I got here.”

I bit down on the inside of my cheek as I slipped my panties back on. Every fucking word that came out of his face made me angry. The first one he told? He didn’t think for a second that he needed to call me? The only way I knew he was back in town was because he popped up as the choreographer on my job. Had that not happened, would he have ever tried to find me? Would he have tried to reach out, even if we hadn’t been working together?

Or was I simply a product of convenience? Something to keep discarded unless he couldn’t avoid me?

It only reassured me that what I was doing was the right thing. Not only had he reached out to my brother the moment he got into town, but no one had mentioned anything to me. Not that my brother had a reason to. But still.

Fuck, it was all too damn much.

“Look, Jes. I didn’t mean that the way—”

“Save it. It’s only going to start another fight and after all that I don’t have the energy for it,” I said.

His eyes connected with mine and I could have sworn he was pleading with me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said.

Then grabbing my purse, I headed for my car.

Looking back was the last thing I wanted to do. I heard him walk out onto the porch, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of me looking back at him. This plan was supposed to bring me closure, not force me to look at the past. It was supposed to help me move forward from the anger I harbored towards Chris, not make me even angrier. I backed out of his driveway without looking at him, then drove towards my own home.

I couldn’t wait to hold Caleb in my arms again.

Heading straight home, I relieved the nanny of her duties, though she was shocked I was back so early. I rushed her out the door before she had a chance to ask me questions, then I went and sat on the couch with Caleb. He was bright-eyed and happy as could be. A full stomach, a clean diaper, and his favorite blanket wrapped around his body. I bounced him on my leg and we got down onto the floor to play with his favorite toys. We crashed cars around and built a tower he enjoyed knocking over. I even picked out his favorite book and we sat on the couch and read.

This was the life I wanted.

Myself, my son, and my career.

Chris was nowhere near that picture.