Chapter 14

Everyone’s fucked up. You just have to figure out what kind of fucked up you’re into.

-Fact of life

Jessie

I arrived home, four hours later, to a dark and quiet house.

The sight of Ellen’s car still parked in my driveway was enough to make my heart start racing as anticipation started to fill me.

I pushed through the door of my house and closed it quietly behind me, being sure to disarm and then reset the alarm before I removed my boots and padded quietly to my room.

My body thrummed as I moved. Knowing Ellen was in my bed—and had been for the last four hours—was enough to make my cock thicken and my body tense with need.

She’d smell like me.

Actually seeing her in my bed, though, was going to have me to doing things to her that I wouldn’t normally do with my son in the house.

But I couldn’t help it.

I needed her.

After watching her cook dinner for me, her ass swaying to music that only she could hear, I’d been hard. But thinking about her, warm and cozy, surrounded in my scent, was enough to make my every brain synapse fire thinking about her.

I pushed the door open and it hit something solid, making my brows furrow.

Then I saw that little wolf-head pop around the edge of the door, and I grinned.

“Come ‘ere,” I bent down onto my haunches.

He came, walking sleepily into my arms.

Grinning, I stood up with him in my arms and walked back down the hallway, this time going to the back door where I unset the alarm, walked outside, and froze my feet off while I waited for the little wolf-pup to piss.

“Hurry up, boy,” I growled, shuffling from foot to foot.

The pup hurried; pissed three times, shit four times in four different locations, and walked back to me.

I scooped him up and walked back inside, this time depositing him on the couch.

He laid down with a contented sigh, leaving my room dog-free.

Thank fuck.

After resetting the alarm, I headed back down the hall, this time a little less quietly.

The minute I was able to push my door all the way open, I froze at the sight of her in my bed.

She was wearing a pair of my shorts, one of my t-shirts, and nothing else.

Her brown hair was fanned out all over the top of my pillows, and she had her face buried in the pillow on my side of the bed.

“Goddammit,” I muttered, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

She didn’t stir as I closed the door—not quietly. She didn’t stir when I pushed my pants down and the belt buckle clanged against the hardwood floor. She didn’t even stir when I stripped my shirt off, then walked to the bed and placed one knee into the bed next to her hips.

Stomach taut in eagerness to feel her skin against mine, I bent forward and ran one long finger along the curve of her cheek.

She stirred, but only long enough to roll over onto her back.

Her arms went up over her head, and she murmured something so softly that I could barely make out the words, and then I couldn’t breathe.

Because the words that fell from her lips weren’t something inconsequential. No, they were everything I’d been wanting to hear over the last fourteen years. Words that I’d kill to hear in the light of day while she was awake and coherent.

Words that set my blood on fire and made me want to yank those boxer briefs of mine off her curvy hips and bury my face between her luscious thighs.

Speaking of thighs…

I ran one rough palm up the outside of one of her thighs, and she instinctively parted them, allowing my hand the freedom to move wherever it pleased.

“I love you, Jessie,” the whispered words, barely audible, had my hand clenching on her thigh.

There were those words again.

I bent down, examined Ellen’s sleeping face for signs that she was awake, and whispered back, “I love you, too. Always have, always will.”

She didn’t stir, and I pushed down the hint of disappointment that I felt.

Those words, once I’d fixed what I’d broken inside of her, would make me a very happy man one day. But until then, I’d be happy with the dream declarations of love that Ellen gave me.

My hand started moving again, this time to the hem of my underwear that she was wearing.

I grinned when I pulled the elastic band of the underwear down and saw her tiny little panties.

“It’s like you knew I’d do this,” I murmured, taking a quick glance at the clock.

Twelve o’ two.

Plenty of time to fuck her, catch four hours of sleep, and get up for work in the morning.

Grinning, I made short work of my own underwear, then started on Ellen’s, not stopping until she was naked from the bottom down.

The shirt would’ve gone, too, but she had a death grip on my pillow, still.

And all I really needed to do was push up her shirt and I’d have access to her pretty breasts—breasts that I could tell were unbound underneath my t-shirt she’d borrowed.

“Jessie?”

I froze with my hand halfway up her shirt.

“What are you doing?” she asked sleepily.

I grinned and straddled her outstretched legs, pinning her lower half to the bed with my big, naked body.

“I’m about to fuck you.”

She shook her head, a small smile on her face.

“Did you turn that light on?” she asked, turning her head so she could see the light in the corner of the room. One I never used because the little dial was hard as fuck to turn.

“No,” I shook my head, not giving it any more thought. “Had to have been you.”

Her mouth opened, but before the words I knew she was going to say slipped out, I pushed her shirt up the rest of the way and dropped my mouth down to her breast.

The moment my mouth touched down on her nipple, she hissed out in surprise.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she panted, her hands going to my face, fingers tangling in my beard. “I’m not quiet.”

I grinned, giving the turgid nipple a little flick of my tongue.

“No,” I agreed. “You’re not.”

“But your son is here,” she started to push my head away.

I let her think she won, but only for long enough for me to switch to the other breast.

And she stopped trying to push me away, and started trying to pull me closer.

“Jessie,” she whimpered. “You know…”

Yes, I knew. I knew her breasts were extra sensitive. I knew that she could orgasm from me sucking on her nipples alone.

I knew, if I continued this, she’d come, and come hard.

So that’s what I did.

I sucked, licked, nipped, tugged and pulled on her nipples. When I wasn’t torturing one with my mouth, I was pulling or rubbing on it with my fingers.

I’d built her up to a fury of writhing, needful woman, and I could tell that she was on edge. It wouldn’t take her more than a flick of my fingers on the tight bud of a clit and she’d come.

I knew it. She knew it. But I wouldn’t give her that escape.

Not yet, anyway.

I had fourteen years of things that I wanted to do to this body, and I didn’t want what we had to end too fast. I wanted, no needed, this.

Needed her.

Needed my cock inside of her, filling her so full that she couldn’t breathe, let alone speak.

“Don’t stop,” she cried out. “Please don’t stop.”

I knee-walked up the length of her body until my cock was poised just above her lips, and my knees planted in the bed at her shoulders.

She opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in, but with her arms pinned to her sides by my thighs, she could do nothing more but suck as much as she could reach by just lifting her head.

“Suck,” I ordered.

She did, just the tip, but it was enough to make my eyes cross.

My balls were dragging deliciously against the space between her breasts, and I was breathing raggedly.

“Enough,” I groaned, pulling away.

She didn’t stop sucking, her eyes defiant, and I started to laugh.

“That how it’s going to be played?” I asked her.

She continued to suck, stopping only long enough to let her tongue flick through the slit at the tip, causing me to curse in two different languages.

That was when I nearly burst.

Lucky for me, when I pulled away, she didn’t keep sucking, otherwise she would’ve taken my release from me without my wanting her to.

“Wench,” I gasped, rolling until I was on my back.

The moment I was beside her she scrambled, her legs straddling my body, in less time than it took for me to get settled.

“I want you,” she declared the moment she settled herself over my hips.

“Take it off,” I ordered, pointing to her shirt.

She licked her lips, but followed directions.

The moment the shirt fluttered to the ground, my eyes took in her body.

I groaned when she started to swivel those hips, grinding herself down on top of me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from guiding her movements.

“Put me inside of you,” I urged.

She did, only after she got me thoroughly coated in her wetness.

She positioned me and then slowly slid all the way down until she’d taken all of me.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, eyes closing in ecstasy.

The feel of her pussy clenching around my cock along with her weight settling on top of me and her nails digging into my pectorals was enough to send me careening rapidly down a path that would only lead to one thing: me coming entirely too soon.

“Fuck, baby, you have to stop for a minute, just be still,” I informed her, grabbing her hips and halting her movements.

She started to laugh.

“You never could let me take control for long, could you?” she teased.

Her hair was wild around her head, and the way she was looking down at me was enough to make my chest ache.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I told her as my cock started to twitch inside of her. “This, the way you look right now, was an image that haunted my dreams.”

She dropped down onto my chest so quickly that I grunted in surprise.

“Oomph,” I said as a quick burst of air exited my lungs.

“You always say such nice things,” she informed me.

Then she kissed me. Softly at first, it quickly turned wild.

Tongues dueling, teeth clashing.

My beard rubbed against the sensitive skin just under her jaw, and I knew tomorrow she would have a beard burn there.

But I didn’t care. Not one single bit.

Her breasts rubbed against my chest, and I could feel her pebbled nipples scraping through the hair there purposefully.

When she pulled back, we were both panting hard.

“You okay now?” she whispered, her hands lifting up to cup both breasts.

I growled at the sight.

“I love that you have something more for me to hold on to now,” I informed her, letting my hands drag down from her ribcage to her hips. The moment they came to a stop at her thighs, I moved my thumbs in on both hands to sweep over the soft lips of her sex.

“Though,” I found myself saying, “when you were seventeen, you shaved.”

She blushed.

“I haven’t had a reason to shave,” she admitted. “When you came around, I’d just heard that men liked it hair-free down there. When you left, I didn’t see a reason to be doing it since I couldn’t find it in me to care what anyone but you thought.”

A surge of possessiveness rolled through me at her words, and my hips jerked up, pushing my hard cock so deep inside of her that she threw her head back and cried out.

That was when the fucking wolf—the one that was supposed to be asleep on the couch—started to howl.

We both froze.

“I told you it was a fuckin’ wolf,” I grumbled, stilling her hips once again.

“Shut up!” she hissed, leaning forward.

The howling stopped just about the time that I heard my son’s door open.

“Come in here, then,” Linc said.

I heard the click of nails walking down the hallway toward my son’s room, and then Linc’s door closed.

“Do you think he heard us?” she whispered too loudly for it to actually be considered a whisper.

“The wolf, or Linc?” I asked for clarification.

“Your son,” she hissed. “I know the wolf…dog…heard us.”

I snorted and rolled us, knowing that if I didn’t take over, we’d be here all night talking about what people did and didn’t hear, and whether or not they knew what we were doing in here.

If I allowed her mind to have much more thinking time, I’d end up with blue balls as she forced me to stay away from her.

Linc was such a cock blocker. He had been one since he was a baby, too.

“No,” I lied. I didn’t know if he heard or not. I didn’t really care, either. “Now, lift your legs up and wrap them around my hips.”

She didn’t, so I took matters into my own hands and hooked both of her legs in the crooks of my elbows, lifted my knees up under me, and started to work my hips. My cock slid deeply into her and then retreated, following my very slow, very controlled movements.

As long as I stayed slow and steady, I wouldn’t be pushed over the edge too soon. I could hold on for however long I needed to.

I could…

Her pussy started rippling around me, and she threw her head back, neck taut, as her orgasm stole over her.

With no other reason to hang on, I picked up the pace of my thrusts and allowed myself to fall over the edge as well. My cock pulsed as my release left me, filling her up with everything I had in me to give.

I grunted as she smothered her cry with her hands.

I collapsed onto her, but luckily I’d dropped her legs before I fell so I only crushed her instead of crushing her and twisting her into a pretzel as well.

“You’re fat,” she wheezed.

I chuckled darkly. “It’s called muscle, honey.”

I rolled over anyway, my dick dragging along the inside of her thigh as I did, causing her to curse.

“I’m leaking all over your bed,” she informed me. “You get to sleep in the wet spot.”

I grunted.

“Looks to me like you’re the one in the wet spot,” I drawled. “Not the other way around.”

She sighed.

I closed my eyes as a smile stole over my lips.

“You’re such a shithead,” she informed me haughtily.

The smile stayed on my lips as she walked to the bathroom.

I’d never been more thankful for moving than I was right then. If this had been my old place, she would have had to walk out the door of the bedroom and down the long, narrow hallway, past my son’s room to get to the only bathroom.

But here, she was able to walk naked into the master bathroom and clean herself up with no one but me the wiser.

What felt like thirty minutes later, she finally came back out, my t-shirt swamping her curvy body, and flipped the light out as she moved toward the bed.

The minute I felt her knees on the bed, she crawled up my legs and planted herself on top of my body.

“Not that I don’t like this,” I told her. “But the bed’s not wet. I checked while you were in the bathroom.”

She hummed in contentment, then wiggled so that she slid off the side of my body, but was still mostly connected with me from head to foot. Her head went to my shoulder, and one arm curled around my gut as she allowed her fingers to run lightly through the hair that ran a straight line down the middle of my belly as it widened at the top of my pubic bone.

“You’re hairier than you used to be,” she murmured into the darkness.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I yawned.

She started to fidget, and then I felt her pull the blankets up over our feet. “It’s an okay thing, I guess,” she hesitated. “I do like the beard thicker, though. It makes you look scary.”

Her leg lifted off of mine, and then I felt the blankets move all the way up to our chests.

“Did you just pull those up with your toes?” I asked.

She snickered. “Yep.”

“Swear to Christ. Out of all the memories, you doing shit with your toes was the one thing that kept repeating in my brain. It would come to me and make me smile at times that I didn’t realize how bad I needed one.”

I felt her mouth stretch into a grin against my shoulder.

“I dated a guy once who made fun of my toes. Calling them long and ugly. I broke up with him, and all I kept thinking, as I walked out, was how you would’ve never made fun of me about them,” she whispered.

My hand that was resting on her ass clenched.

“They’re not ugly,” I told her. “They’re unusual, yes, but not ugly. I think it’s cool as shit that you can do things with your toes that I can barely even do with my hands.”

She sighed.

“I fucking hated him,” she said. “He was a nice guy, but I told him about you. How you left, and he thought it was good riddance.” She took a deep breath, then blew it out. “There wasn’t a single man I’ve dated since you who stood a chance.”

I was quiet for a while, digesting those words.

“I’ve had two sexual partners since you. One, I met about six years ago. We had an agreement. She was a widow, not looking for anything more than I had to give, and we scratched the itch together when either one of us needed it. We did that until she met someone early last year.”

I felt her freeze against me.

“And the other?”

I could tell she hadn’t really wanted to ask the question. Even more, she didn’t want me to answer it.

But she needed to know. She needed to know everything if we were going to move on from this.

“I dated another woman once I moved back here. Her name was Seraphina.” I bit my lip. “Nothing much came out of it but physical release.”

She released a shaky breath.

“That sucks.”

I squeezed her tighter to me, and pressed a kiss onto the top of her head.

“It’s over,” I promised. “I haven’t seen her since you showed up five months ago.”

I felt the tension leave her body, little by little.

“And you?”

She shivered, even under the blankets and I closed my eyes.

I knew the answer even before she said it.

“Sean,” she whispered. “Only once.”

I gritted my teeth.

That burned.

That burned bad.

But I couldn’t complain. I’d been the one to leave. I’d been the one to ensure that what we had wouldn’t last.

So yes, she slept with a club brother. Yes, she had felt something for him.

But now, she was with me.

She was in my bed.

She was tied to me.

I tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter, but I still felt the hot spikes of anger, frustration and jealousy pulsing through me.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine!

Ellen squeaked when my arm tightened slightly on her, and I loosened my hold.

“That kills me inside,” I apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t,” came her muffled reply. “You should see my hands right now. I think I drew blood with my fingernails listening to you talk about that Seraphina person.”

I sighed and closed my eyes.

“I have to get up early tomorrow, and I know damn well that my kid’s not quiet when he gets up, so if you think we’re sleeping in, you’re crazy,” I told her bluntly. “Time for bed. Tomorrow will be time enough for the rest to be discussed.”

“The rest?” she repeated. “The rest of what?”

“The rest of what we have to talk about,” I said. “Like the fact that you and me are a thing. You’re going to be in my bed every night, or I’ll be in yours. You can’t drive that piece of shit car you have anymore, either, unless you let me have a look at it and fix whatever it is that’s making that noise that I hear every time it starts up.”

She started to shake as laughter left her, and I took a deep breath.

When no arguments were forthcoming, I closed my eyes, and allowed sleep to overtake me.

It was the best night’s sleep I’d had in fourteen years.