Nine
Stana
One Month Later
Walking through the apartment wearing nothing but Jerick’s button up from last night has become a norm for me. I don’t know if it’s strange that whatever this is has become this comfortable or that I am even thinking of him as my boyfriend. The boyfriend part might be a stretch since we don’t really go on dates.
I mean, sure we go out to dinner and lunch every once in a while, but we mainly stay in. His crazy work hours don’t leave for much time together unless it’s in bed, not that I’m complaining. Grabbing a coffee cup, I start the coffee and wait for it to brew. The smell is divine, and I have to thank Jerick for that.
Last week he brought over this Keurig thing and a bunch of different types of coffees. I swear I was in heaven when he made me the first cup. It was amazing and so much faster than my old coffee pot.
Just as I grab another cup down from my partially bare cabinets, hands come to rest on my hips. His nose runs along my neck, and his breath tickles my skin. “Ye look sexy as feck in me shirt.” His hands slide lower, and they disappear under the fabric of his shirt.
The minute his hands are on my skin, all thoughts of coffee and breakfast are out the door, and my mind goes straight to sex. He’s made me into some sex-crazed woman, and I don’t know how I feel about that yet. His hands grip my ass, and he pulls me into his body. I can feel his erection through his dress pants as he presses it against me.
“Jaysus,” he mutters as he kisses a trail down my neck. His mouth comes to the top of my breasts, and he starts to unbutton the shirt to get to my skin. His mouth trails along my skin and I feel my nipples pebble from the cold air. He takes his time kissing every inch of me, not worrying about a thing.
“Feck, I need to be inside ye,” he groans, grabbing my ass and lifting me up onto the counter.
“We just had sex twenty minutes ago.” I sigh as he kisses his way back up my neck.
“Don’t care. I need ye now,” he murmurs against my skin. I giggle, and he kisses my jaw. “Yer like a bad habit, I can’t stop coming back fer more.”
He starts to undo the zipper on his slacks and lets them slide down his legs. I can already feel myself getting wet just at the sight of him. Everything about him calls to me, and I can’t say no. I don’t want to say no. I’ve fallen into his web of mystery and false hopes, and I can’t bring myself out of it if I tried. I belong to him in a way that scares me. I can’t even say the words for the fear that he may not feel the same way I do.
He doesn’t waste any time pushing the head of his cock into me. The feel of him stretching me brings a tingle of satisfaction through my entire body. Every nerve ending is on fire, and as he pushes into me completely, I feel whole. I feel like this is right where I’m supposed to be.
His mouth comes down on mine, and he kisses me deeply. Each slam of his hips brings me higher than before. I can’t get enough of the feel of him inside me. The delicious way he pulls me in and holds me tight as he pounds into me roughly. I close my eyes, letting him take the lead. Every thrust of his hips is planned and hits the right spots. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I come closer to the edge.
Nothing feels better than being right on the edge, waiting to let go. My body tenses and I kiss his neck. He rolls his hips as he presses back inside me and I can’t hold back any longer. We move in perfect sync as he slides in and out of me at a quicker pace. My eyes close and I swear I can see stars as I come.
“Oh god,” I moan. I’m sure my neighbors have heard us having sex more times than they want. The things he does to my body makes it hard to stifle down any sounds.
“Feck, Banphrionsa,” he groans against my skin, pressing himself into me deeper. He rests his forehead against my chest as he tries to catch his breath. “I can’t get enough of ye.”
Running my nails down the back of his head, I don’t move. I just stay right where I am, coffee forgotten.
Nothing is better than having him hold me like this. Like I’m the only person that matters in his world.
I know that this isn’t the truth, but I like to believe it for a few minutes before he has to run out like he does every other morning.
“Are you staying for a while this morning?” I feel needy asking him, but I want to spend more than just a few hours with him for once.
“Aye, unless I get called away.” He kisses my cheek before slowly pulling out of me. I grin back at him, and he runs his hands down my chest. “I rather get lost in ye all day though.”
“Well, you can if you stay in bed with me all day.” He grins back at me, and I pull him back to me. “You want coffee?” I ask.
“Aye,” he says kissing my lips once before pulling his slacks back up and zipping them again. I slide off the counter and grab the second cup to put it under the coffee maker. I put a new pod in the machine and hit the brew button. Clutching my coffee cup, I take a sip, and it’s now cold. Sighing, I put it in the microwave.
As I start to button the shirt, Jerick stops me. “No, I don’t allow shirts in bed.” He winks at me and takes his coffee cup towards my room without a backward glance.
As soon as the microwave beeps, I grab my cup and make my way back to the bedroom. When I walk in, I see Jerick leaning his back against the headboard with his cup to his lips. He’s on his phone like normal, but it doesn’t bother me anymore. Having some of his attention is better than none.
Making my way towards him, I drop the sleeve to his shirt, and that gets his eyes on me. Switching my coffee cup to my other hand, I lose the remaining sleeve, letting the shirt fall to the ground. His eyes follow my every movement as I make my way to the bed. I set my coffee cup down on the side table before climbing under the covers. I slide over close to him and run my hand down his chest.
His hooded eyes give away everything he’s thinking at the moment, but I have other plans.
“So I was thinking,” I say, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Oh yeah, what about?” He asks, his accent making it difficult to understand the words. The more he’s turned on, the harder it is to follow him.
“I thought that you should take me out tonight.” He doesn’t answer; he just nods his head as his eyes continue to scan over my body. “Eyes up here, babe,” I say pointing to my eyes, grinning still. He finally looks up at me, and I scoot closer to him. “It’s Saturday, and I want to do something fun.”
He reaches over and runs his hand along my jaw and back into my hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. “Ye want me to show ye off.”
I just watch him. I don’t know if I want to be shown off, I want to have a night of fun. It’s something that I haven’t done in years. I think Rhett and I may have gone out a hand full of times, but it was mainly for work things for him. We never did anything fun where we could let our hair down and have a good time just being us.
“Aye, I can take ye out. But I can’t promise that I won’t kill anyone who looks at ye. Yer mine and I don’t share.”
A chill runs down my spine at his words. There is talk around the office every time he comes to pick me up for lunch, but I ignore it for the most part. He hasn’t done anything to make me think that he is anything other than the amazing man he’s been since I’ve met him.
“We can go out?” I ask somewhat giddy. I want to get dressed up and everything.
“Aye, love. We can do what ye want. I know a few places that ye might like.” His eyes scan over my body again, but I don’t give him the chance to make his move. I launch myself at him, and he sets his cup down just in time. His arms wrap around me, and he brings his mouth down to mine.
Before he can deepen the kiss, his phone starts to go off. I sigh and pull back enough to look into his eyes. He seems regretful, but it doesn’t stop him from checking to see who the message is from. I watch as his face changes when he reads the message on his phone. “I need to make a call, love. I’ll be right back.” Really its code for I need to leave. It’s not the first time this has happened.
I nod my head in understanding and move over to my side of the bed, letting him get up. He pushes a few buttons before putting the phone to his ear and walking out of the room. Lying back on the pillows, I look up at the ceiling and listen to the sound of his accent through the paper thin walls. His words are muffled, so I don’t know what he’s saying, but his accent gets thicker, almost like he’s talking in a different language or something.
Grabbing my coffee cup, I take a few sips of the lukewarm coffee and close my eyes. It could take him a while on the phone. Most of the time, he disappears when he needs to make phone calls, but other times he sits in my living room talking in hushed whispers while I stay in here and stare at the blank walls.
I wonder where he lives… I know that’s probably a random thought, but the more I think about it, the more I realize we only spend time here. I’ve never been to his place before. Maybe he doesn’t like his home? Or he could have some terrible roommates or something… That could be who he fights with all the time. I should probably ask him about that.
“Jest fecking find him.” His words are clear as day, and I freeze. I don’t know what he means by that and to be honest; it scares the shit out of me. Is he talking about the guy who attacked me? I haven’t thought about him in weeks. What if he has hurt someone else?
Before my mind can run a million miles in the wrong direction, Jerick comes back into the room. He looks angry, so I don’t say a word. I just watch him move across the small room towards me. He gets on the bed and leans back against the headboard, looking down at the phone in his hands.
“Everything okay?” I ask. I don’t want to push, but I’m concerned.
“Aye, love. Everything will be fine,” he murmurs, looking over at me. I put my hand on his thigh and give it a little squeeze.
“Who are you looking for?” I don’t ask if it’s the guy that attacked me because partly I’m afraid of the answer. If he’s looking for that man, then there is more to the story. Either he’s hurt someone else, or he’s coming after me again. I don’t want either of those things to happen.
He sighs at my question and runs his hand over his face. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, and his stubble is slowly turning into a beard. “It’s that lad that come stateside from Belfast. He’s not a good guy, and I rather have tabs on him in case he decides to strike.” My eyes widen at his words. In case he strikes? What the hell is he talking about?
“What do you mean strike? Are you in trouble?” I’m on the verge of a freakout, and I don’t know what to do.
“He wants revenge on me fer something that happened a long time ago. No need fer ye to worry about it. I won’t let anything happen to ye.”
He reaches for me and pulls me into his body. I rest my cheek against his chest and wrap my arm around his waist.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Aye. Everything will be handled. Ye won’t even notice it.”