Sean

“He’s out,” Jess said later that night, collapsing on the couch after she had tucked a filthy and exhausted Jake into bed.

“He had a busy day,” I responded.

“That he did,” she replied.

I looked at her, studying her before I finally asked my question. “So?” I asked.

“So what?” she responded, looking over at me.

For a moment, I forgot what I had intended to ask her. I was blown away by the sight of her. Her dark skin had a bit of a glow and her face was relaxed. I continued to study her, trying, for what felt like the millionth time, to understand what I felt for her. Coming no closer.

She smiled, the curve of her full lips reminding me of how nice they were to kiss.

“Sean?” she asked in a soft voice that was even more sultry because she wasn’t trying.

I let my gaze linger and then asked my question. “So how did it go?”

I knew that I sounded nervous, but in truth I was nervous. It meant a lot to me that Jake get to know my family, and I thought everything had gone okay, but getting Jess’s opinion would mean a lot.

“It was fantastic,” she said without hesitation.

I knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t bullshit me about this, or anything really, and I smiled brightly at her words.

“You think so?”

“Well, there was a pool, so that’s like a thousand brownie points right off the bat. But he had fun. He felt comfortable there,” she said.

“And you?” I asked.

The question had slipped out before I had a chance to give it thought, and from the surprised look on Jess’s face she hadn’t been expecting it.

I hadn’t either, but now that I had asked it, I knew the answer was important.

She held my gaze for a moment, but then she looked down, studying her fingers seriously.

She looked up at me again, and the urge to kiss her was almost overwhelming. I ignored it though and instead focused on her, watching as she considered.

“It was…intense.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You may be used to them, but your brothers are a lot,” she said.

“You don’t know the half of it,” I responded.

“Exactly,” she said. Then she smiled. “But it was good. Surprising.”

I looked at her, knowing that there was something more to that.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Is that what it’s like?” she said, her voice wavering.

“What?” I said.

“Having a family,” she whispered.

I looked at her, the significance of that question, of what it meant to her and what it said about her weighing on me. I had spent almost all of my energy and focus on Jake, which was where it should’ve been. But Jess was a source of endless fascination to me, and hearing her ask that question only made me want to know her more.

“You didn’t have a family, right?” I asked as I sat next to her.

She looked at me, surprised, but then shook her head. “It shouldn’t surprise me that you know that. I pretty much told you. To hear someone else say it out loud though… It’s weird.

“Yeah,” I said.

I didn’t say anything else and instead waited for her to answer. This felt monumental, almost like the key to helping me understand Jess and the way she felt about Jake and Misty. It would also give me an insight into her that I desperately craved.

“No,” she said. “I didn’t have a family.”

“So it was just you and Misty?” I asked.

“Yeah. That’s why I’m so tight with her, you know?”

“I guess I understand,” I said. I knew loyalty was key, so I couldn’t begrudge her connection to Misty, but I also hated that Jess seemed not to see how much Misty weighed her down.

She looked at me again, still surprised. She must have seen something in my expression because her own changed. I was quiet and she was too, but then, after a moment, I spoke.

“You asked if that was what it’s like,” I said.

She nodded.

“Not always.”

She looked at me but didn’t ask any more questions, which was a testament to her. It was also a testament to her that I’d even broached the subject. To say it wasn’t my favorite would be an understatement. I hated it, but hearing her vulnerability, seeing Jake today, and knowing that Jess had never had a chance to experience something like that made me open up.

“My brothers are the best. And we always had each other. But it took a lot of work and a lot of years to get to that point,” I said.

“Your parents?” she asked, her voice understanding.

“My parents…” I trailed off, considering what to say.

I hated to think about them and didn’t think about them unless I absolutely had to. And now, it seemed that I had to.

“They are a fucking mess,” I said.

That was the understatement of the century. And when I looked at Jess, who was patient but seemingly confused, I paused a moment and then tried to explain.

“My father. He’s hellspawn. And a gigantic douche bag,” I said.

Jess gave a ghost of a smile, but stayed quiet. She didn’t get it, but I couldn’t make her, not without telling her more about Aengus, and that wasn’t an option. I’d barely been an afterthought to him, but my brothers, my mother… He’d made their lives a nightmare.

“And your mother?” she whispered.

I grimaced, my face twisting. “She was an angel. But she was weak,” I said, my voice deepening over that word as my mind remembered. “She got hooked up with an asshole and then decided she couldn’t hack it.”

“Is she…?” Jess said.

“Dead?” I asked, looking at her.

She nodded.

“No. She’s not dead. But she wanted to be and did everything she could to get that way. She was still lucky, though,” I said.

“How?” Jess asked, frowning.

“She didn’t die, but she’s out of her mind. Stuck in the past where everything was roses. So I guess she got her wish,” I said.

I hated the bitterness in my voice and tried to cover it with a snort that I didn’t feel. “You probably think I’m a dick,” I said.

“I don’t think you’re a dick, Sean,” Jess said.

When she spoke, I realized that she was much closer to me now than she had been before.

“You don’t?” I asked, looking at her, confused.

Even my brothers didn’t understand the way I felt about my mother, but Jess seemed to.

“I get it. It hurts. Your parents… They’re supposed to love you, to want you. It hurts when they don’t. I never even got a chance to know mine, but I know they didn’t care about me, that they didn’t want me. I’ve had my whole life to get used to that, never had a chance to get used to anything else. I can’t imagine what it must be like to have a mother who loves you try to leave you. So no, you don’t sound like a dick,” she said.

I looked at her, too stunned to speak. No one had ever been able to so easily express what I had felt, not even me. But Jess… She got it. She completely understood. Her words, the look in her eye told me she did.

Moving on instinct, I leaned over and kissed her. The drive to kiss Jess, touch her, make love to her was always there, but this time, there was more. The emotion, the connection, the complete comfort I felt with her was something I’d never found with anyone else.

Like always, she kissed me back, her touch open, accepting, just like the woman herself. Rather than deepening the kiss, I broke away and stood. Jess followed and together we retreated to her bedroom. The space was familiar to me now. Though I’d insisted she spare no expense, she’d chosen modest furnishings and hadn’t yet really made the space her own.

I’d wondered about that, worried that maybe Jess didn’t want to get too comfortable here because she didn’t plan on staying.

My heart clenched at the thought, but I pushed it aside. Jess was here now, and I would do everything in my power to make sure she stayed. The only light in the room was a streetlight from outside, but it was enough for me to see her curvy silhouette. I reached out to touch her, letting my hands trace the full curves and dips of her body.

As many times as I’d had Jess, I knew I still hadn’t scratched the surface and that the deep connection we had would only grow. Each time I touched her was a revelation, something I was again reminded of when I pushed the thin spaghetti strap off her shoulder.

She’d worn a cute little sundress today, each glimpse of her full breast, the way the dress nipped at her waist and showed off her beautiful legs tempting me. But now that I had her, I moved slowly, working the other strap down her shoulder and then down her waist. I stepped closer to her and kissed the full ridges of her breast.

With one hand I teased her tight nipple and then I traced my lips over her breasts and then down to capture her puckered nipple between my teeth. I gave her a gentle nip and then sucked, teasing her nipple through her bra. Jess’s response only increased my urgency. She moaned low in her throat, the sound strained but still controlled, and it was my mission to make her lose that control, make her feel some of the wild need that she seemed to so effortlessly stir in me.

I teased her nipple for a moment longer and then pushed my hands under her dress and pulled down her panties. I cupped her ass, the full, heavy mounds filling my palms. As I touched her, she touched me, her hands against my body pushing me even further. It was a push I couldn’t ignore.

In one swift motion, I spun Jess and pulled her sundress up. She braced herself on her forearms and looked back at me, the needy look in her face driving my desire even higher. As quickly as I could, I found the condom I carried in my pocket and quickly sheathed myself, not even taking time to fully remove my pants.

I stepped behind her, kneading her cheeks as I moved my hips backward and forward. My cock was nestled between her slick pussy lips, and I thought I would go insane from the feeling of her warmth and wetness, even more desperate to feel that warmth and wetness closing around me.

“No more teasing, Sean,” Jess said on an urgent whisper.

“I like teasing,” I said, trying for lightness, though my voice was tight with need.

“Sean!” Jess said sharply.

I chuckled. “If you insist,” I said.

I stilled just long enough to find her opening and then entered her in one swift thrust.

I’d never grow tired of this, the pure rush of joy that coursed through me when I was inside her. I had my hands anchored on her hips, studying the curves of her back, the dress that was still bunched around her waist, the weight of her ass against me as her pussy clenched around me.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, and when I thrust, we both sighed, the relief of that moment giving way to more urgency. I tightened my hold on her and thrust wildly, spurred on by Jess’s low moans and the way she clenched the bedcovers tight in her fingers.

She was on the edge. I could see it in the rigidness of her back, feel it in her pulsing sex. I was too, but I wouldn’t give in to that feeling until I had pushed Jess over. So I thrust harder, squeezed my fingers tighter around her full hips. I loosened my hold and reached between her thighs to tease her clit, knowing I couldn’t hold out much longer.

I almost cried out in triumph when she stiffened and then screamed her climax into the mattress. And when she reached back and squeezed my hand, I had no other choice than to follow her.