Chapter 28

Christopher

Work was brutal. I kept calling the hospital to check up on Marcus, but there was only so much they could tell me since I wasn’t family. Which pissed me off, because deep down I knew I was. I kept slamming my phone down and burying myself in paperwork. Relentless, I pounded out brutal choreography until my muscles throbbed with a silent plea to stop. I felt out of control and helpless to the circumstance. It felt like my entire world was crashing down around me, and on top of it all I’d pissed off Jessi again.

The one person I wanted to make happy.

After work and plodding through dinner I didn’t want, I went straight to Jessi’s. I needed to know how she was doing. I needed to know how her father was. It was eating me alive that I’d upset her and that I’d been so insensitive jumping to conclusions as to why she had stood me up. Pulling up to her apartment complex, I ran up the steps and knocked on the door, hoping she was there.

But instead of the door opening, all I heard were footsteps in the threshold.

“Jessi?” I asked. “Is that you?”

“What do you want?” she asked.

“I want to apologize for the way I acted this afternoon. You were right.”

I held my breath, hoping and praying she would unlock the door. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, shuffling side to side on my feet. All she had to do was open the door. I wouldn’t even come in if she didn’t want me to. All I wanted was to look her in the eyes while I apologized. To make sure she was okay.

As if the heavens above opened for me, I heard the lock on the door flip.

“Come on in,” Jessi said. “Caleb’s already asleep.”

She walked into the living room and I could tell how defeated she was. I walked in and shut the door behind me, worry pooling in my chest.

“How’s your father?” I asked.

“He’s stable,” Jessi said.

“That’s good. That’s really good news,” I said.

“I’ve been home for a couple hours. Had to relieve the nanny because she wasn’t planning on staying so long today.”

“What surgery did he need?” I asked.

“Double-bypass. It went well, but he’s exhausted. He’ll need a complete diet change, which won’t go over well in that house. My mother’s in for the ride of her life and doesn’t even know it yet.”

I stood in the doorway, watching Jessi stare blankly at the wall. Even in her fragile state, she looked incredible. That was the thing about her. I’d seen her in all sorts of ways, and not once had she ever been anything but breathtaking to me.

I had no idea how she did it.

“Can I sit down?” I asked.

“I don’t care,” Jessi said.

I sat down beside her and things were tense. She was on the far end of the couch and I was on the other. I didn’t want to crowd her, but my want to reach out for her was overwhelming. The desire was heavy between us, even with the emotions filling the room. That had always been a constant between us. The mutual desire we had for one another. It was something that became so overwhelming at times it made being around her hard. Stifling. Like immersing my body in a steam sauna that was a little too hot to handle.

“Chris, I don’t know if I can keep seeing you like this,” Jessi said.

Her statement ripped me from my thoughts.

“There’s so much going on and—Justin isn’t happy, my father isn’t doing well and—”

“You’re only saying that because you don’t know what else to do,” I said.

“I can’t keep seeing you,” she said.

“You feel like you have to do something, so you’re pushing me away.”

“Because it’s the right thing to do.”

“No, it’s not,” I said, as I scooted closer to her. “And you know it. I know you do.”

“Stop moving closer to me, Chris. It’s not helping.”

“Because you feel it too, Jessi. You feel that connection between us. That connection that’s always been there.”

I reached out for her hand as tears welled in her eyes.

“Please stop this,” she said, breathlessly.

“No,” I said. “I won’t. I’ve lived my whole life underneath the threat and dictation of others. And while intellectually you think this is the right thing to do, I know you don’t feel that way. Not in your heart.”

“What’s the difference?” she asked as she turned to me. “What’s the point?”

“The point is you deserve to be happy, and the difference is that one is right and the other is wrong.”

“And who are you to dictate which one’s which?”

“Answer one question.”

“What?” she asked.

“Why are you crying then?”

I watched her swallow thickly as a tear rushed down her cheek. I let go of her hand and reached my thumb up to catch it, watching it spill into the cracks of my skin. She leaned into my touch, no longer holding back what I knew she desperately wanted. I cupped her cheek and guided her face to mine, allowing my lips to hover over hers.

“Don’t push me away, Jessi. Because I won’t be so easily moved this time.”

I pressed my lips to hers and she opened herself to me. Our tongues collided like licks of fire as my arms wrapped around her body. I pulled her into my lap as our teeth clattered together, my hands squeezing her thighs. I bunched up her skirt to her hips as her hands flew to my hair, her pussy radiating a heat I’d come to associate with her.

Kissing down her cheek, I caught her other tears before grazing my teeth along her neck. My hands rushed underneath her skirt, massaging her as she moaned into my ear. Her hands rubbed my shoulders, her nails racing down the fabric of my shirt. I shivered at her touch. At the way her nails curled into my skin as my hands cupped her ass cheeks.

I rolled her body into mine as my cock pressed thickly against her body. I worked my pants over my hips and allowed my dick to spring free, dripping with a want to be nestled inside of her. I moved her wet panties off to the side and teased her entrance, slicking my cock with her wetness as she bit playfully into my neck.

“Fuck, Jessi,” I said with a whisper. “So warm.”

She rolled her hips into me and captured my cock with her pussy lips. Inch by inch I slid into her, her body shaking as she adjusted to me. That never got old. I never got used to it. The way her pussy would mold back to its virginal state every single time. It was like taking her for the first time. How tight she was and how much she dripped onto my skin. The way her arousal coated my balls and the way her thighs trembled against me. It reminded me of the night I took her virginity. The night she moaned my name in my ear and told me I was the only man for her.

The night I bristled at the touch of a woman and shivered at her breath along the shell of my ear.

I gripped tightly onto her luscious ass and pulled her against me. I thrusted into her, parting her walls and feeling them throb around me. She ripped my shirt over my head before her hands came back down and I could feel her taking me in. Memorizing the way my muscles laid over my body. Her fingertips traced the divots and peaks as her lips peppered my skin in kisses. I cloaked her back with my arms, pulling her body deeply into mine so I could take her all in again.

The scent of her hair. The smell of her arousal. The heat of the moment.

Her hands curled into the couch cushion behind me and she slammed down onto my hips. Fuck, she always knew how to ride my cock. Just how I like it. Just like I taught her. I throbbed against her walls as her clit raked against my skin. I could feel her legs jolting with every thrust I delivered to her body. Her tits jumped in my face as my hands ran up her back, taking in the softness of her pliable skin and the way she molded to my body.

“Chris. Yes. I’m so close. Don’t stop… Please. Don’t—right there. Yes.. Right there…Right there.”

“Come on, sweet girl. Cum for me. Cum around that cock like you always do so well.”

She whimpered into my skin as her body started to grow taut. My head was spinning as stars began to burst in my vision. My balls tucked up into my body so tight I thought they’d empty out into my stomach. My toes curled into the floor as my lips found hers, sucking on her lower lip as she groaned out into the room.

Then, her body started to shake.

Shake and contract and collapse into mine.

“Christopher. Yes. Oh my gosh. Oh. Yes. Yeah.”

Her pussy sucked my cock all the way into her body. I exploded inside of her, pouring myself against her walls. Pump after pump of hot cum shot from my dick, painting her walls until our combined juices were shooting from between her legs. My entire body locked up as my legs tensed and contracted. My grip around her tightened, pulling her so tightly she was struggling to breath. Her nails curled into my body and her lips found my shoulder. Nipping and kissing and sucking as the two of us shook against the other.

It was hard for me to catch my breath once my body unlocked.

We stayed there, my cock relaxing against her walls. She made no move to get up and I didn’t force her to move. I massaged her back as she kept sighing into me, releasing the tension from her day as her emotions flooded her again. I felt her shoulders beginning to shake as a wetness dripped onto my skin.

I pulled my cock from between her legs as my hands began to rub her back.

“It’s going to be okay, Jessi. Your father’s going to be all right.”

Her sobs were audible. Like nails on a chalkboard against my eardrums. Hearing her so distraught and full of pain made my heart rip into shreds. I wanted to take all of this away from her. I wanted to shoulder the pain she was experiencing onto my own body so she wouldn’t have to deal with it. I kissed her cheeks and her neck. I massaged her back and her thighs. I pulled her as close to me as she would let me get her and offered my neck for her to cry into.

Anything I could do to be there for her.

Anything I could do to get her to calm down.