Fourteen
Jarrett
The loud ring of Gin’s phone has me jolting out of bed. Some pop song about glitter in the air filters over the speaker and the word “Glitter” fans across her screen.
“Go away, Sway,” she mumbles into her pillow and rolls over. The motion moves the sheet down to expose her little round tits, and my morning wood is immediately at full attention.
I grab her phone and answer it, knowing after only meeting the man a couple times that he’ll keep calling until she answers. “She’s still asleep, man.” I glance at the clock and see it’s past eight.
A shriek comes down the line so loudly, I have to pull the phone away from my ear.
“Sweet baby Jesus in a manger! Dani! Stella! Gin got her bottle open finally!” He must have pulled the phone from his mouth, because even though I can hear him as clear as day, it’s not quite the same shrill level it was a second ago.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I don’t like him talking about my girl like that.
He ignores my question. “Oh, my word. You keep her as long as you like, you yummy lumbersexual, you. But let Sway ask… do you screw as fast as you drive? Does that beard feel as yummy as it looks?”
Again. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“Oh, never mind. I’ll get the details when she gets to work. Tell her to take her time—the more she has to tell me, the better.” Before he hangs up, he yells in the background, “I’m so making Davey grow a beard.”
“Gross, Pops!”
The line goes dead.
I contemplate showering before I wake Gin, but at the same time, I don’t want to leave her side. I’m not willing to waste a single second I have left in town without her body connected to mine.
She rolls to her stomach and groans. “What did he want? And why is he calling in the middle of the night?” She still hasn’t opened her eyes and must not realize it’s already morning.
I pull the room-darkening curtain back a little and let the sunshine illuminate the vision of Gineva’s back exposed in the morning light with just a sheet covering her smooth golden ass. Her Italian heritage didn’t just affect her spitfire personality; it blessed her with golden skin and thick dark hair that fans across the white sheets. I tug the sheet down to expose her backside and can’t help myself—I bite down very softly on her perfectly round ass cheek.
“Juice!” She bucks her hips up and into my open mouth and laughs. “I’m sleeping, you jerk.” I bite her other cheek lightly and she moans. “I’m not waking up, you sex addict.”
I lick a trail up her smooth spine and stop at her ear. “You just lay there and sleep, baby. Pretend I’m not here.”
I nudge her legs apart and nestle my straining cock between her spread thighs. Christ, she’s warm. The heat pulls my balls tight when my dick makes contact. I blanket her body with mine and pepper her neck with kisses, burying my face in her soft hair and grinding my hips down to get a little friction.
Her hips push back, seeking my shaft. “I can’t sleep like this.”
I take my cock and circle her opening with just the tip, massaging the slickness that has leaked from my body onto her hot center. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Mmmmm.” She rocks her hips into me again. Her eyes never open, but a huge smile spreads across her face.
I take that as my green light. I’m clear to head down the track.
I gently lift her hips and she automatically goes to her knees, presenting me with her ass in the air. I run my thumb past her firm butt cheeks, moving lower until I find her soft warm opening and dip in, getting it wet. I massage her clit while I openly stare at her from this angle. I hate that I have to leave for the track and won’t see her until Saturday when everyone comes to watch me race. It’s only two days from now, but the idea of being apart from her for even a short time makes my need to connect with her over and over the only thing I can think of. The thought of being unable to touch her at any given moment has anxiety filling my veins.
“Juice…” She moans and pushes against my thumb on her clit. “Stop teasing me.”
“This is no tease, baby.”
Her eyes are open now, her face still pressed on its side into the pillow, but the need is obvious in her heavy lids. I wrap my other hand around her so I can work her clit from another angle, then I guide myself slowly into her from behind.
She’s panting when I won’t go in all the way, just enough to take a mental shot of this image. My straining cock is breaching her slick channel, her ass on full display, and the sexy slope of her back leads to the only woman I’ve ever loved. She’s giving herself to me so freely, surrendering to the love that has never faded between us, despite how stupid we both were in the past.
I strum her clit with speed but still don’t move any deeper. I’m too caught up in the visual.
“Juice. Shit. I’m gonna—” She whacks the side of my leg, her small hand stinging my thigh.
“Fuck!” The small bite of pain sends my hips rocking forward, completely impaling her. My hips take on a rhythm of their own as I feel every quaking muscle in her lock down around me, gripping like a vise.
Her screams fill the room, and she swats my leg again. “Harder.”
I release her clit and grip her thighs so tight I know I’ll leave bruises. I ram into her with every ounce of strength I have, and when she locks down around me again, I can’t hold back the orgasm that takes over.
With every thrust I give, a declaration follows in its path. “I. Fucking. Love. You.” I keep pounding, even after I’m wrung dry. “Fucking. Love. You.” Her knees give out and I come down right behind her, not ready to break the connection. “Did you hear me?”
We’ve said it over and over since last night. But the need to drive this fact home before we spend time apart has me manic for her to understand. I suck like a caveman on the back of her neck, so deep and hard that a huge purple bruise comes up almost immediately. I go to her shoulder and do the same, moving like a possessed man marking his property.
“Answer me, Gin,” I growl in her ear. “Did you hear me?” I slip from her body and feel the warmth of our shared release between my thighs, which are still nestled between hers.
She lets out a sigh. “I heard you.”
She rolls over, and I give her enough space until I reblanket her body with mine. She grabs my short beard and pulls me down for the sweetest kiss. It’s not frantic or hurried. It’s soft and warm and filled with promise.
“I love you too.”
My chest tightens when I see the conviction in her hazel eyes, her flushed cheeks, and her swollen lips. “I hate that I have to leave you today.”
She gives me a sad smile. “It’s different this time.” She rubs her thumbs over my creased brows. “We’re different this time.”
She’s right. We are different this time. Because this time, I vow not to let anything come between us.