Jagger

4 Months Later

 

 

 

She was mine.

I leaned my back against the wall as I tried to scale back my smile. It was becoming out of control. As Edgar mentioned a few days ago, it was bordering on creepy.

I chuckled as I thought about how Edgar and I first met. Now look at us, friends. Since his wife, Evaleen, started to work for ITA, I had gotten to know them better. Not that I ever went back to the government, but I came to find out that Evaleen had a little network of spies she liked to keep in case she needed information. I became part of her network.

“Can you get me a beer?” Tiffany yelled from the bedroom.

“Of course.” I pushed off the wall and headed into her kitchen.

Evaleen was on maternity leave right now and Tiffany and I had gone over to help with Lucy, or little Lam as the proud parents have nicknamed her, a few times. Even David wanted to help. That boy got his caregiving side from his mother. I wouldn’t be surprised if he grew up to be a nurse or teacher, instead of all his talk about being a ninja.

Evaleen insisted I didn’t have to help her with the baby, but if there was any other woman besides Tiffany I would bend over backward for, it was Evaleen. She helped stop Tenn before he had time to run off after Henrik and Morgana’s first wedding

I texted her, just after I shot Emma, with Will’s phone as Tenn still had mine. I let Evaleen know that Tenn was working for the Jewel. She immediately contacted Katlin and ran over to tell the police sergeant who had been helping Tenn outside on the street. The sergeant distracted Tenn when Katlin and some agents showed up to take him down.

After finding only two beer bottles, I searched around what was left in the kitchen to find some red plastic cups. I poured the beer into two cups and decided they needed something extra.

I made my way back to her bedroom and held out a cup to her. With a smile that still made my heart stumble, she took it. “Thanks. Only a few more boxes and we can start loading the truck.”

She was mine.

Tiffany and David were moving into my apartment and I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. I had found another, much bigger, two-bedroom closer to downtown just before I opened The Ninja Gym. It was quiet and in a great neighborhood. There were only two things missing—Tiffany and David.

Over New Years, I asked her to move in with me and she said yes. I wasn’t sure if she was saying yes to the moving in or the fact that my mouth was between her legs and I was giving her an orgasm. But, she told me later after we left the bathroom and returned to the holiday party that she was saying yes to both.

Due to the terrible Chicago winters, I made them wait until it was closer to spring to move in.

I raised my cup to her. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”

She raised hers too and just before taking a sip, she stopped when she looked into the cup. “It’s green.”

I nodded. “Yeah, because it’s St. Patrick’s Day. They dye the river green.”

I waved toward the window even though we were nowhere near the Chicago River.

Tiffany frowned. “You know Blackburn isn’t my maiden name. It’s Ryan.”

“Okay,” I said and took a sip from the cup.

“Dying things green doesn’t mean it’s Irish.” She folded her arms in front of her chest, plumping up her tits. It caused me to stare. She was wearing a tank top, it would be impossible for me not to stare.

“Uh huh.” I nodded not really listening to what she was saying anymore.

“I’ll drink this beer because it’s beer and I’m thirsty, but know I do it in protest.” She pulled her hair back as she drank from the cup.

I watched her chest rise and fall in between sips.

She was so sexy, even drinking green beer while packing.

Tiffany drained the cup and let out a loud belch, slamming the cup down on the side table. She held up a finger and said, “One point.”

I blamed her son. . Tiffany told me she was grossed out at first by the game but was gassy one night and decided to play. She’s been champion ever since.

“You know how sexy I find you when you release bodily gases,” I said as I blinked at her.

She smirked. “You’re just jealous because you can’t beat me.”

Tiffany picked up the tape dispenser. “David conveniently had to help his friend, Diego, with a class project. So, it’s just you and me moving the boxes when we finish packing up.”

“It might be more purposely, than conveniently.” I put my cup on her dresser and stepped closer as she finished sliding the tape along the seam of a box.

She put down the tape dispenser on the table and turned to me with her hands on her hips.

“Did you tell David to stay away on moving day?”

“Possibly,” I said slowly moving closer to her.

“Possibly?” Tiffany asked.

“Probably.”

I reached over and slid my hands around her waist.

“Probably?” She tilted her chin up and curled the corner of her sexy mouth.

“Definitely,” I said as I watched her eyes darken.

“Definit—” I cut her off as my hand cupped her neck and my mouth brushed over hers.

She tasted like madness and as my fingers slid over her skin, her shudder felt like the sweetest indulgence. I pushed her back onto the bed and dropped to my knees.

“You’re so easy,” I said as my fingers crawled slowly, but intently, until my hands had completely unbutton, unzipped, and pulled off her jeans.

Then I spread her legs.

“I like these.” I hooked my finger through her green lace panties and rubbed the back of my finger over her drenched pussy.

“I wore them the night I met you.” Tiffany’s voice had lowered and her eyes were like pools of chocolate.

“I remember. Now take them off.”

She pulled them down and flicked them away with her foot before spreading her legs again. I pushed one finger inside her, desperate to hear her gasp. She didn’t disappoint. When I hooked my finger and twisted my hand, she added an extra moan.

“I could listen to you forever. You sound better than any song ever sung,” I said.

Reaching into my pocket with my free hand I grabbed the thing I put there just for this moment. I placed it on the ground next to me.

It had to wait a little bit so I could hear more of my love’s song. I lowered my tongue to between her thighs, lapping up Tiffany’s sweet flavor.

Working my fingers over her slippery folds, she sung some more. The melody sweet but guttural. I lifted my eyes and found she was watching. Fuck, I loved it when she watched me devour her.

Her lips soft and puffy and her cheeks flushed, I added another finger for her to ride.

“Oh, Jagger.” Her head fell back as her hips swayed toward me.

My tongue swirled around her clit and I knew she wanted more. Her face desperate as she lifted her head and reached for my head.

Her fingers tugged and pulled at my hair. I closed my eyes at the pain as I focused on her pleasure.

“I’m coming,” she said but I already knew.

Her pussy tightened around my fingers, convulsing in a frenzy. I sucked on her clit and her eyes widened, knowing another longer wave started as the first orgasm waned.

“Fuck,” she said.

I did that to her. I smiled knowing she never used to curse before me. When we first had sex, she was pretty quiet. But now, she talked as dirty as a sailor.

She had been leaning on her elbows but she fell back, her chest rapidly moving up and down. Her hands curled into her hair and I stood over her, watching her lazy smile.

Glancing down on the floor at what I had taken out of my pocket before, I hesitated. Maybe that could wait just a little longer. Reaching over to the bedside table and thankful she hadn’t packed up the condoms yet, I took one out of the drawer.

When I pulled off my jeans and boxer briefs, I quickly rolled on the condom. I pushed up her tank top and was so fucking happy nothing was underneath. I cupped her tit and could feel her muscles still giving slight tremors.

I pushed back her thigh with my other hand and pushed my cock to just outside her opening.

“You want me to fuck you?” I asked but knew the answer.

“Yes.” She pulled her other leg up, rising to me, showing me everything.

“Look how horny you are for me.” I trailed my finger over her drenched folds and back just before I got to her puckered little hole.

I watched her lift her ass toward me, gnawing on her lower lip and whimpering.

“You’re so fucking dirty. I bet you want me to completely fill you. I bet you need it all,” I said trying to hold back from pushing inside her.

Tiffany, over the course of the last few months, was like a flower opening for the first time to the sun in the bedroom. If I had known that the more time you spent with a woman in the bedroom the more open she became to doing things, I would have given up being a spy a long time ago to have a girlfriend.

I finally gave Tiffany what she wanted. I pushed my finger inside her and then my cock. My hips gyrated, and she trembled as I pumped into her. She was more stunning than a cool, breathless night filled with stars winking with wonder. It didn’t take long for her to begin orgasming again. And as she did, I felt my climax creep up and hit me. I collapsed over her, clutching her body.

She was everything I had ever dreamed of in a woman, and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. As I rolled off her and we both lay there sweaty and gasping for breath, I knew it was time.

I got up and went to the bathroom in the hall and washed up. Coming back, I brought a wet cloth and got down on my knees on the floor, opening her legs. I gently wiped her and then threw the rag aside.

“Come on up here,” she said, lifting to her elbows to glance down at me.

“I have something for you.” I lifted the box and placed it on the bed.

Her eyes crinkled with confusion. “What’s this?”

“Something I promised you.”

She shrugged and took the box to open it. At first, she tilted her head and I knew she had no idea what to make of it.

“Put it on,” I said.

“Okay.” Laughter laced her voice.

She removed it from the package and slid it down her finger.

“Doesn’t quite fit. I think it’s made for smaller hands. But what do you think?” She held out her hand.

“It looks beautiful on you,” I said.

Tiffany lifted it to her lips and swirled her tongue around it. “Mmm. It’s cherry. Ring Pops are the best.”

I smiled and couldn’t wait for our life together to begin. She didn’t know this yet, but I planned to replace that ring with a real one in May, on her birthday.

“It’s perfect. Pretty and sweet. Just like you.”

 

THE END

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