Chloe
The banging of the door has me whirling around. Joe begins stalking toward me with a hungry look in his eyes. My nipples harden, and I immediately get wet. I begin to back up, but he tells me to stop, and something in his tone has me freezing.
He reaches me and grabs several strands of my hair, letting them sift through his fingers. “You’re such a good girl.” A warm feeling spreads low in my belly as he drags his fingers down my neck to my collarbone. His finger dips down into my cleavage and then up the other side.
Joe’s barely touching me, and I’m already so turned on. My body quakes as he slowly walks around me until his front is against my back. His hands are on my shoulders. I shiver as I feel his lips touch my ear. “Do you trust me?” Joe’s words are barely a whisper.
I open my mouth to speak, but only a whimper escapes as he bites my earlobe.
“Answer me, baby. Do you trust me?” His tongue touches my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to give him better access.
“Yes, I trust you.” It comes out as a moan.
“Good girl,” he says against my neck. “Now I want you to go into my room, strip out of all of your clothes, and lie down on the middle of my bed.”
I whimper as he steps back, missing the heat of his body. Turning to look at him, I swear my vagina quivers at the look in his eyes. I’ve never seen him look at me like this before.
“Go, Chloe.” His tone tells me to do it.
I step inside his bedroom and strip out of my clothes until I’m completely naked. I crawl onto his bed and lie down in the middle as my heart beats a rapid staccato in my chest.
It feels like I’m waiting forever before I hear footsteps coming down the hall. My breathing speeds up until it comes out in rapid pants when he appears in the doorway.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” He moves until he’s standing at the end of the bed. His eyes travel a lazy path from my toes all the way to my face. I watch him as he slowly takes his shirt off, licking my lips as I scan every inch of his lean, muscled chest.
My eyes follow his fingers as he slowly unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down with his boxer briefs. His hard cock bobs when it’s freed from its confines. Once his clothes are completely off, he squats down and grabs something from the floor. As he crawls on the bed, spreading my legs, I see he’s got handcuffs in his hand.
“Oh God,” I whisper. My breasts get incredibly heavy.
He sets them down on the mattress next to me and grabs my wrists, pulling my arms above my head. “Grab onto the bars.” I do as he asks and feel the coolness of the steel as he clicks them first around one wrist and then the other. I pull on them, and they rattle around the spindles of his headboard.
“I’ve got the key right on the nightstand and can get you out of them really quick, okay?”
Can he tell my heart is racing? Is that why he said that? I nod my head, but he grabs me by the chin. “I need to hear that you’re okay.”
“I…I’m okay. I promise.”
Joe brings his face down to mine, placing his lips on mine. I immediately open, my tongue seeking his. Our kiss is slow and lazy and oh so good, but he holds his body away from mine. Lifting my legs, I move to wrap them around his hips, but he lifts his body away from mine. I nip at his lip, and he pulls back. “Do I need to spank you?”
I shake my head because if he does I could possibly come right now. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and he’s not even touching me. He resumes our kiss, and then his lips start the path down my neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin while again holding himself away from me.
Joe moves south, kissing his way down my chest until he reaches one nipple and sucking it into his mouth. I moan, arching my back and pushing more into his mouth. He licks, sucks, and nips at it until I’m writhing beneath him.
He switches to the other, giving it the same treatment and causing my pussy to clench around the imaginary cock. A moan slips past my lips, and I wish he’d fuck me already. I’m mindless with lust, and I try to reach for him, forgetting for a second that my hands are cuffed. My hips thrust up, trying to come in contact with some part of his body.
Again his lips travel down my body, kissing and licking every inch of my skin. I whimper and cry as my clit throbs with the insane need to come. He reaches the apex of my thighs, and I want to whimper in relief, but the bastard doesn’t go where I need him most. Instead, his tongue teases around my nether lips, and I jerk against the cuffs.
Joe lifts me up enough to slap my ass cheek, hard. “Hey! What was that for?”
“Quit jerking on the cuffs.” His voice is low and commanding.
Lifting my head, I glare at him. “Are you trying to give me the female equivalent of blue balls?”
He chuckles, making me kick at him, but he grabs my legs and spreads them further apart and then slowly drags his tongue through my folds. My hips surge off the bed, and my back arches as I moan. Joe growls against my pussy and begins to attack it with vigor. His tongue flicks my clit over and over, and I moan as he pushes first one finger and then two inside of me.
I’m so wet that every time he finger fucks me, my body makes a wet squelching sound, but I can’t even be embarrassed right now because I’m on the verge of coming and coming hard. He starts rubbing my G-spot, and pressure begins to build. I feel his lips wrap around my clit, and he begins to suck.
In no time at all, I’m coming and coming hard. White spots cloud my vision as I cry out. I can feel him growl against me as he continues to lick and suck at me, prolonging my orgasm.
“No…more…” I pant, trying to wiggle myself away from his mouth.
He finally pulls away and begins kissing his way back up my body as I pant. My skin is coated in a fine sheen of sweat. Finally, Joe kisses my mouth, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue.
Pulling away, he reaches into his nightstand and grabs a whole sleeve of condoms, ripping one off with his teeth. I watch with rapt attention as he quickly tears it open and slides it down his very hard dick. He reaches up and grabs my hands. “Hold on to the spindles and flip onto your stomach.” It takes some maneuvering before I’m on my belly. He sticks a pillow under my head and arms. “Don’t let go, baby—this is going to be rough, hard, and fast.”
He pulls my hips up and thrusts inside of me. I cry out as he groans and buries himself deep inside me. Slowly, he eases out of me, and then he begins to move. He wasn’t lying when he said it was going to be rough, hard, and fast because he begins to pound into me at a punishing pace.
His grip on my hips is sure to leave bruises, but I welcome the bite of pain. I feel myself hurtle toward coming again. My cries turn more urgent. I feel like I’m speaking in tongues, and I wish I could touch myself. “I need to come,” I cry urgently.
Joe’s front meets my back, and one hand reaches around and begins strumming my clit. “I’m going to come. Come with me, baby.” He squeezes my clit between his fingers and thrusts deep, planting himself as he begins to come, me following behind him. My cries and his groans fill the room, and I feel his teeth clamp down on my neck. The sensation has me shaking and shuddering until my vision goes hazy.
I collapse on the mattress and am barely coherent when I feel him slip from my body and then move around. Next thing I know, I’m in his arms. “You okay?”
“Mmm…hmmm…I think you broke my brain,” is all I can get out, and I feel his chest vibrate as he laughs.
“Are your wrists okay?” I feel him pick them up, inspecting them.
“They’re fine.” I burrow against his chest, tucking my face in his neck. His slightly sweaty, woodsy scent wraps around me as I feel myself fall asleep.
***
Today has already been a great day. First I woke up this morning to Joe kissing my neck and fingering my pussy. We made love, slowly, sweetly, and I came with a soft cry. I fell back asleep after we were finished and woke up to Joe bringing me toast and coffee in bed.
After we ate our toast and drank our coffee, we lay in bed talking. Twice I wanted to ask him what we were doing and what kind of future he saw, but I chickened out. What if he thought I was pushing him toward a more serious relationship than what he wanted? Maybe at his friend’s party and with a little liquid courage, I’ll get the nerve to bring it up.
We worked out in the complex’s gym for a while and then went back to his apartment, where we decided to shower separately because his mom was coming to pick me up in an hour, and had he showered with me, I would’ve been late.
Journey picks me up with the plan to meet Abby, Haddie, and Natalie at the mall. On the way there, Journey reaches across and grabs my hand.
“How are you doing?” I know by her tone what she means.
“I’m okay, as long as I don’t think about it or her.” Her hand spasms around mine, and I immediately feel bad.
“I’m sorry, Chloe. I shouldn’t’ve asked. You don’t need to answer me.”
I squeeze her hand. “No, it’s okay. Some days are harder than others, but it’s easier when I’m with Joe.”
“My son really cares about you, I can tell. He reminds me so much of his father. They have that intensity about them.” It warms me to hear her say that.
“He’s been great. Even when I tried pushing him away after I lost the baby, I said terrible things to him, implying that me losing her was what he wanted. I knew it was wrong as soon as it left my mouth, but I wanted him to hurt the way I was.”
“Honey, I think that’s totally normal after suffering the type of loss you did. He forgave you, so there’s no point beating yourself up about it. Just move on and look toward the future.”
Journey is right, and I’ve been trying to heal and plan for the future. It’s getting easier and easier to move past it every day, but I know the pain will always live deep inside me. I’m confident that I’ll be strong enough to live with it, though. “Thank you.”
We pull into the parking lot of the mall and find Haddie, Abby, and Natalie waiting inside the door for us. Natalie breaks away from her mom and runs at Journey. “Gigi!” She talks her ear off about school, and Journey’s attention is focused solely on her granddaughter.
Ugh…the sadness is trying to creep in, but luckily Haddie and Abby come toward me, and it immediately goes away.
Joe’s sisters wind their arms through mine as we begin making our way through the mall. They all certainly make me feel like part of the family, and when we go to stores, they give me honest feedback as I try clothes on. For the party, I buy a pair of gray jeggings and a black flowy tank top with a blue cami to wear underneath.
Abby doesn’t have very many nice things to say about some of Joe’s friends when I tell them who we are going out with. I then tell them about meeting Chris in Atlanta and that he stared at my chest almost the whole time he talked to me.
After we finish shopping, we make our way across the parking lot to the gourmet burger joint we chose for lunch.
“Chloe, sit by me,” Natalie says as we get seated at our table.
Pulling my chair out, I sit down next to Abby’s oldest. “Where are your brothers today?”
She smiles up at me with her gorgeous hazel eyes. “They’re home with Daddy because they’re naughty and they’re boys. This is girl time.”
I smile down at her as she begins to color and then look at Abby across the table with a raised brow. “They’re not totally naughty—they’re just three and two and are partners in crime,” she says, “but that’s what I get for having them close together.”
Our waitress interrupts us when she comes to take our drink order, and as soon as she walks away, Natalie looks up at me. “Are you going to marry Uncle Joe? Can I be your flower girl? I hope you have girls…I don’t want any more boys.” She goes back to coloring, and I feel my face heat up as Journey and her two daughters smile widely at me.
I look anywhere but at them and am thankful that our waitress comes and takes our orders. When she walks away, I want to follow her, but I don’t. Instead, I turn to Abby. “I hear you sing, too.”
“I do but not too much these days except when I’m putting the kids to sleep, but I’ve always loved it.”
“Mommy sings all the time. Gigi says Mommy sings like an angel,” Natalie says from next to me. I wrap my arm around her little shoulders and give them a squeeze.
“I bet she does.” Abby gives me a smile, and then I look at Joe’s baby sister, Haddie. Over the years, she’s really grown into a beautiful woman. She’s taller than her sister and mom. She’s willowy with long curly strawberry blonde hair and eyes the same color as Joe. She’s also got a tiny gap between her front teeth just like her mom. She’s stunning and doesn’t wear a stitch of makeup. According to Joe, she’s getting ready to begin nursing school.
“Haddie, do you have an area of nursing that interests you?”
She’s sitting across from me. “Not really, but I think I want to do hospice. You know, helping someone at the end of their life. I know it’ll be sad because I know they’ll pass, but just helping them die comfortably and with dignity is important.”
“That’s amazing, and it’s great that you know what part of nursing interests you. Your cousin Carrington is a nurse too, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, she’s a nurse in the emergency room. She actually works with Ben’s mom, who’s a nurse practitioner,” Haddie says before picking up her iced tea and taking a huge drink.
The rest of lunch is good. We talk about their families and mine. They ask about my band and my brother.
“What was Joe like as a kid?” I look at Journey, and Abby starts laughing. “Oh God, do I want to even know?”
“He was a good boy, but he was mischievous. I used to get calls all the time because of him getting caught kissing girls. He shamelessly flirted with all the females, including faculty. I swear I spent more time at school for him alone compared to the other kids.” Abby and Haddie both agree with their mom.
“Why can I totally picture him being like that?” I shake my head.
“He’s definitely kept us on our toes, that’s for sure.”
When the waitress brings the check, I try to hand her my credit card to pay for everyone, but Journey gives me a look that has me putting it away. Haddie takes Natalie to the bathroom, and we all make our way toward the entrance. “Abby, your belly is just so cute. When are you due?”
“March second.” She rests her hand on her baby bump, and all I feel is envious. Our kids would’ve been close in age—Violet’s, too. Fate is a cruel bitch sometimes. “Every baby I seem to show earlier and earlier.”
I watch Journey put her hand on her daughter’s belly. “I was the same way. You look beautiful, baby girl.” It’s times like these that I wish I had a mother. Don’t get me wrong, I love my dads—I would die for them, and I would kill for them, but watching Abby and Journey share this moment makes me uncomfortably sad.
Without them seeing me, I slip out the door and stand outside, letting the warmth of the sun heat my skin.
“Chloe!” I turn to find Natalie running toward me. I wrap my arms around her as the rest of the women step outside.
A short while later, we pull into the parking lot of Joe’s complex. I turn to Journey. “Thank you for a wonderful time today and a wonderful lunch.”
“You’re so welcome. I had a wonderful time getting to know you today.” She reaches across and grabs me in a big hug. I don’t know what comes over me, but tears leak from my eyes as I hug her back.
We finally pull away, and she reaches out, wiping my tears away. “No tears or Joe’s never going to let me spend any more time with you.”
I nod and give her a watery smile. “Thank you again for a wonderful time.”
“You’re welcome, sweet girl. Now go, because I’m sure any second Joe’s going to come out here and want to know what kept you.” I grab my bags and climb out, waving goodbye as she drives away.
I make my way up to Joe’s door and knock. He gave me a key, but I don’t feel comfortable using it. I’m wondering if he’s even home when the door opens and he’s pulling me inside. My bags quickly fall to the floor and are forgotten as he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his hips.
His tongue enters my mouth, and I can taste the mintiness of his freshly brushed teeth. He pulls back and smiles up at me. “Both of my sisters texted me that they love you, and I’m sure my mom will do the same at some point. Did you have a good time?”
“I had a great time. They were all so sweet to me. So kissing all the girls when you were little, huh?”
He gives me that cocky smirk that I love. “What can I say? I’ve always loved the ladies.”
I can only shake my head. Unfortunately, he sets me down. That’s when I notice that he’s freshly showered and wearing just a pair of black boxer briefs. “It’s really not fair that you look this good in just your underwear.” I walk toward his bedroom after picking up my bags.
As I lay the bags on his bed, I feel him come up behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest. “Whatcha got in the bags?” He rests his chin on my shoulder.
“I got an outfit to wear tonight.”
“I got a couple of steaks, a couple of potatoes, and some asparagus for dinner. I thought I’d make us dinner before we head out.”
“Mmmm…that sounds great. Do you want any help?”
“Nope, you relax because it’s going to be a long night. I know I didn’t let you sleep too much last night.” Just the mention of not too much sleep has me yawning.
He presses his lips to my neck. “Lie down, baby. I’ll wake you in an hour.”
I crawl onto his bed, and he covers me with the softest throw blanket I’ve ever felt. He bends down and kisses my forehead. I watch him walk out of the bedroom and close my eyes, immediately falling asleep.