Now I can really take my time with her, do with her what I want. I want to give her everything she needs—even the things she doesn’t know she needs.

“Rub my come over your tits so I can fuck them,” I tell Jessa.

Kissing her seconds after blowing my load is all I need to get going again, and I could fuck her ten more times tonight if her body can handle it.

She gladly scoops up the dripping come from her sides and slathers it around her perky tits. She twists her hard nipples in her fingers and fuck if I don’t want to cover them with my mouth.

“Push them together,” I tell her, and she squeezes her tits together. I lean forward and slide my dick between them, my come making it easy to fuck. “More, baby. Squeeze them more.” Her tits cover my dick, totally buried in them, and I pump her hard, my balls on her chest, the head of my dick slamming into her throat. She likes it, though. Her moans and cries tell me so.

“Look at you,” I say as I pump her. “You love getting fucked, don’t you?”

“Only by you,” she says. I want to shove my cock back in her mouth to keep her from saying things like that—things that’ll break my goddamn heart if I let it.

“Oh, you’re going to get fucked,” I tell her. I slide my dick out from her tits, and she takes her come-soaked hand licks herself, palm to fingertip. I’m mesmerized. She swirls her fingers through her glistening chest and sucks it all off like it’s the most savory dish in the world.

Damn, she can be so nasty, she’s almost a match for my deviance. She’s gotten a little bolder since we were together years ago.

Jessa keeps licking me off her, her eyes on mine as she enjoys her little treat. She spreads her legs wide, her knees falling to the side and showing me that tight pink pussy that I love so much.

“Rub our juices together,” I tell her, and of course she does because she knows to obey. Her fingers dance in the come on her chest before she slips two into herself up to her knuckles. She so primed to be fucked that the walls of her cunt are practically throbbing—I swear I can see it.

“Cole, I need your dick inside me,” she says. “I need to be fucked by you. It’s been too long, baby.”

“Twenty-four hours is too long to wait for me?”

“Way too long.”

She’s right. It’s been far too long since I fucked this woman. She needs to be fucked twice a day, every day.

“Get on your knees and show me that ass,” I tell her. “Face that mirror.” She gets on her knees and faces the mirror that’s across from the bed by the little desk. I dig my fingers into her hips and hold her in place. She pushes her ass back at me but I’m still deciding what she’s going to get next. When I see the hunger in her eyes reflecting in the mirror, I know what she wants. She wants more of what she didn’t get last night.

“Down on your chest,” I say, and she immediately does as told. Chest down, ass up. Just how I love it.

I get behind her and lick her long and slow, from the hood of her cunt all the way to tight little bud of her ass. She moans and I lick her up again, twirling my tongue around her hole, pressing in a little more. She’s so wet that her juices spread easily over the length of her, making the intrusion of my sharp tongue even easier. I know all her little nerve endings are screaming out at the sensation—my dick is bobbing like a fucking buoy in a storm. I dig my fingers into her hips and shove my tongue up in her ass, fucking her with it. She cries out, shoving herself back into me even more and slap her upper thigh just to remind her who’s in charge.

When I’ve decided she’s had enough I kiss her back, licking up her spine.

“You’re not watching,” I warn. I pull her back up on her hands and she turns her eyes back on me in the mirror. I pull her hips back to my straining cock that’s more than ready for another round. She’s panting with euphoria, her moans so sexy and needy. I take my dick, placing the head of it at her soaking pussy. Jessa is crying for me, begging for it.

“Please, give it to me, Cole,” she says. “I can’t wait anymore. Fuck I need you. Shove that cock inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Cole.”

I give her a little more, push myself in slowly as I watch her face contort. When she looks down from the mirror, I take hold of her hair and pull her head back into position. “Look at that,” I tell her. “Look how needy you are.”

“Yes,” she pants.

I shove my cock up inside her cunt. She screams out. I slowly pull back and then slam back into her. I fuck her slow but hard.

“You love getting this cock inside you,” I tell her.

“I fucking love your fat cock inside me,” she says. “Fuck me harder, Cole. I need more.”

“Look at that face as you get fucked,” I tell her, slamming into her again. I can feel the walls of pussy clinging to my dick, closing on my hard shaft as I plunge into her again and again. Her back is sweating and I run my fingers through it. “You’re so sexy when you get fucked, Jessa.”

She’s pushing back into me at the same rhythm I’m pummeling into her. She’s picking up the speed and I let her. I’m on my knees, my hands holding tight to her hips as I pull her back into me. I’m slamming her, bucking my hips, my balls slapping her thighs as my lower stomach smacks that ass. My body begins to tense and I can feel myself about to explode inside her.

“Cole, I’m going to come,” this gorgeous little vixen says. We’re perfectly in sync.

“I’m going to blow,” I tell her.

“Come in me, please, Cole.” She begs and she means it.

All at once, a great wave takes over my body and I blow my load inside her cunt, pumping still deeper into her, getting every last drop up in her. We watch each other come in the mirror, both our faces contorting and flushed and hungry. She slams her hips back into me as I hold her tight. My dick throbs and spasms until we both fall still.

We collapse on the bed, both sweating and spent. I reach out and pull her into me, her body nuzzled into mine. I push her hair back off her neck and kiss her until she giggles and shrugs me off her shoulder.

She takes my hand in hers and says quietly, “I missed you.”

It crashes my heart because I’ve missed her too, so much. But I can’t bring myself to say it back. Instead I kiss her again, and hold her a little closer.

“You know,” she says. “I’m surprised that fancy you would stay in a hotel room this small.”

“Jessa, darling,” I say in a teasing voice. “You don’t actually think this is the entire room, do you?”

“There’s more?”

“With me, there’s always more,” I say. “This is just the bedroom. Since it’s an old hotel, when they restored it they combined the other rooms into one mega suite. Come on.”

I guide her through the rest of the suite—a large living room with restored furniture from the time the building was erected a hundred years ago, and a modern bathroom as large as the bedroom.

“Whoa, look at the tub!” Jessa exclaims. She runs over to the claw-foot tub that sits in the gigantic shower area and hops in. “This I could get used to.”

If only she knew how much I wanted her to have all this and more.

“Plenty of room for two in here,” she says.

We fill the tub to the brim with bubbles and hot water, and her back rests against my chest as we relax after the extraordinary evening.

She plays with my hands, holding hers up to my palm to compare sizes.

“Remember that time,” she says, “you tried to teach me to drive a stick shift and I almost killed that car?”

I laugh. I remember everything with Jessa, and that night was more than just driving lessons. “I remember. The car did die, and we had to wait for my buddy to come out and pick us up.”

“Just because we ran out of gas,” she says.

“I never told you,” I say, “but you did kill the car.”

She turns slightly. “No! Really? You told me the gas gauge was broken and that’s what happened!”

“Honey, cars don’t make that screeching noise when they run out of gas.”

“But I thought…” she begins. “Well, crap. Now I feel really bad.”

“It was an old fixer-upper that my father kept swearing he was going to work on, but believe me, it’d still be sitting there if you hadn’t killed it. Do you remember anything else about that night?”

She smiles and plays with my fingers. “Of course.”

“You attacked me.”

“What! That is not what happened!”

I chuckle. “Yes, you did. Right there in the front seat. You crawled over to me and completely abused me.”

Jessa flips around in the tub and faces me, her hands on either side of me. Her perfect breasts float in the water, and the way she’s staring me down, the memory of that night, and her general nakedness is getting me going yet again. I can’t stop with this girl.

“You liked it,” she says.

“No,” I say. “I fucking loved it.”

I pull her face to mine and kiss her deeply. She lays her body over mine, her tits on my chest and my lengthening dick on her stomach. She makes this little kitten moan and reaches for me, wraps her hand around my dick and I’m full length, dying for her. I sit it and she wraps her legs around me. I lift her up a little and slip my dick up inside her. She’s wet, and not from the water. I groan and pull her close, as close as our bodies can be.

She wraps her arms tight around my shoulders, mine around her waist, and we hold each other, our heads on each other’s shoulders, as I pull her into me again and again. It’s slow but deep, and water splashes over the sides but we don’t care. Right before I come pull her back and look into her eyes. When come together it feels like we’re saying so much with our eyes, like we’re looking into each other’s souls. Jessa kisses me afterward, a deep needy kiss that makes me want to start all over again.

We finally clean ourselves up properly and managed to get dressed again. Jessa gulps down that lemonade I had sent up.

“I’m starving,” she says.

“Room service?”

“Definitely,” she says.

Her phone rings, and I spot the screen that says it’s her sister Avery.

“Ignore it,” I say. Avery hates me, it’s no secret. She’s probably calling to make sure Jessa isn’t doing exactly what she’s been doing for the last several hours.

But Jessa’s brow furrows and she says, “No, I better answer it. Just in case.”

“In case what?” I ask, not expecting an answer. Nothing good can come from a call from her sister. I relax back on the bed.

“Hey, Av,” Jessa says, answering. “Everything ok—what? Is she…?”

I look to Jessa and see immediately that something is very wrong. Her hand is on her forehead and the panic on her face—and in her voice—is clear. I sit up on the edge of the bed.

“Oh my God, I’m on my way. Yes! Five minutes!”

I’ve already got my boots back on when she ends the call.

“Jessa, tell me,” I say, going to her. She looks wildly around the room.

“I gotta go, I have to get to the hospital.” She starts panting as she grabs her purse and her shoes. She drops her phone to the floor, her hands are shaking so bad.

“Steady, slow down,” I say. “Did something happen to Avery? Tell me.”

“It’s Lu-Lu-Lucy,” she stutters. “Allergic to peanuts. She accidentally ate one and now…now…”

I rub her back. “It’s okay, Jessa. Try to breathe. Avery’s daughter will be okay. I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“No,” she says. She looks up with me, tears streaming down her face. “She’s my baby.”

My hand stops rubbing her back. That kid today at the fair is Jessa’s? I’m totally floored. She has a kid. Jesus, why the fuck didn’t she tell me?

Of course, there’s no time to ask. I grab my keys and we’re out the door, flying toward the hospital. I have to keep reminding Jessa to take deep breaths because she’s hyperventilating the whole drive. She tries, but she keeps muttering, “I should have been there. I should have been there…”

I keep my hand on her thigh, trying to reassure her.

She dashes through the emergency room doors and I head to park the truck. When I get inside I find her pacing down a hall, wringing her hands. I race to her and collect her in my arms.

“They’re with her now,” she cries, and I hold her close to my chest. “They won’t tell me anything…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Everything is going to be fine,” I tell her, stroking her hair.

She clings to me as if she’s drowning and I’m the only one who can save her. Knowing that whatever is happening with her daughter, with Lucy, is out of my control makes me clinch my fists.

“Where are the doctors? Where’s your sister?” I ask Jessa.

“Back there,” she says with a wave of her hand.

“Then that’s where we should be,” I say. She shouldn’t be kept out here like this. I put my arm around her and guide her toward where Lucy is, already daring anyone to try to stop us.

Avery comes around the corner, her face red and wet from tears. Jessa drops her arms from me and runs to her sister.

“What happened?” Jessa says as they hug. “Is she okay? I need to see her!”

“I’m so sorry, Jess,” Avery said. “It’s my fault. I wasn’t watching her, and she got into my bag where I had an old peanut butter cup. She ate it and when I turned back the wrapper was on the floor in front of her and she was complaining about her throat feeling tight. But she’s okay, Jess. Lucy is okay.”

Jessa’s knees buckle with relief but she stays standing. She immediately heads back where Avery came from to find her daughter.

Avery turns to follow Jessa. When she sees me not moving she says, “You better come back too.” Without question, I go.

Lucy is in a bed and Jessa is covering her head and face with kisses, and Lucy lets her, but soon grows fussy.

“Momma, stop!” she says.

“Are you Lucy’s mom?” the doctor asks.

“Yes,” Jessa says. “I’m her momma.”

“Lucy is totally fine,” the doctor tells her. “Her aunt was able to think fast and get her here quickly. Lucy had some Benadryl and a shot from the Epi Pen. And she was a very good patient.”

“I only cried a little,” Lucy says.

“For a three-year-old she’s a very big girl,” the doctor says, smiling at Lucy. “She was very brave. Weren’t you, Lucy?”

Three years old, I hear him say in my mind, like an echo.

Three…

“Yes!” Lucy smiles. “I was very brave.”

My mind is still whispering that fucking number.

THREE.

It comes over me like a slow roll. I look at Lucy and see the way her cheeks dimple when she smiles. And the shape of her eyes. The fact that she’s three years old.

As I stare at her, I feel Avery’s eyes on me. Watching me closely. That’s when I know for sure. And I can’t fucking believe it.

I go to Jessa and Lucy. It literally pains me to look at them but particularly at Lucy. I know what Jessa hasn’t been telling me, and it’s cracking my heart into pieces.

“Feeling better?” I ask Lucy.

“Yes, sir,” she says, and I laugh a little, knowing Jessa has taught her such good manners.

“Cole…” Jessa begins.

I touch her cheek softly, feeling as confused as I’ve ever felt but knowing one thing for sure—I need to get out of here, and fast.

I turn and leave, walking out the door without a single look back—not even when I hear Jessa call my name, not even with the pull inside me to run back to her.

I keep walking.