Chapter 14

Jana

I leaned against the glass door looking out at the vibrant hues of red, yellow, and orange that covered the trees. The water at the edge of the property was still, and the rising sun gave it a calm and serene feel. The morning dew had collected on everything, and though a refreshing cup of coffee on the patio sounded wonderful, I knew the wet, cold air would keep me from staying out there for too long. Jason walked up behind me and held a hot cup of Joe in front of my face. I smiled and grabbed on with both hands, letting the aromas seep up my nose and into my brain.

Between the long day, the comfortable bed, and the relaxation of a vacation, I slept like a baby last night. However, once I was awake, I couldn’t help but replay Jason’s weird behavior the night before. It was like he disappeared from his own thoughts and came back someone different. I knew there was something plaguing his mind, but after asking last night, and getting a random response, I decided to let it go for the evening and focus on being in Martha’s Vineyard. I turned around and stared up at Jason, happy he was still standing close behind me. He was staring off into the distance with that same blank expression.

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting distant since last night,” I said, trying not to sound too needy.

“Nothing,” he said rubbing his hands up and down my arms. “I promise, it’s nothing. I’m just lost in the beauty of this place, I guess. I never really noticed it when I was a kid.”

I smiled as he kissed me on the cheek and walked out of the room. I turned back to the view and thought about his response. Something just wasn’t sitting right with me. What if he got here and realized this was all wrong? What if I am here with a guy who changed his mind? I shook the thoughts from my head realizing I was way overthinking this. I finished my coffee and walked back to the bedroom where Jason was changing. We got ready and hopped in the car he had parked in the garage. It was a vintage BMW that had been his fathers. He told me his dad gave it to him as a college graduation present and he was too worried about keeping it in good condition to park it in the garage in the city.

As soon as we set off toward the town, Jason’s mood lifted, and that flighty, fun loving personality came back. He drove me through the country pointing out all the houses along the way that he used to terrorize with his friends. He laughed playfully as he told the stories and I leaned in, loving every minute of it. I was really getting a chance to piece together the mystery of this man and was for the first time seeing where he came from and what made him who he was.

After a couple of hours of driving around, we pulled into the small but touristy town just twenty minutes from his house. It was absolutely adorable and had a post card perfect feeling of Northern fall living. The stores weren’t constructed like the big skyscrapers in the city or the box shopping malls in the suburbs. There were white wooden rooves, bright blue doors, and not a single neon sign in the entire town. It was probably the most perfect place I had ever seen and made me crave small town life, even though I never had actually experienced it beyond television shows and that random trip as a kid to my Uncle Theo’s house in the Deep South.

We walked in and out of about every shop and with each stop, I was given an entire run down of his childhood debauchery. He sounded like he was quite a handful as a kid, not unlike his adult years. I walked along smiling as we passed others on the street, taking it all in.

“This is where I had my first date,” he said standing outside of a small laundromat.

“You took your date to the laundromat? No wonder you suck at relationships,” I said joking.

“Hey,” he said looking slightly hurt. “It used to be a coffee shop.”

“Awe, I was just kidding,” I said walking up and kissing his pouty lip. “Besides, even if you sucked at it back then, you’ve gotten pretty good at it as an adult.”

“That’s better,” he said smiling. “Well, you’ve seen the whole town. You ready to head back to the house?”

“Sure am,” I said wrapping my arms around his waist. “I was kind of hoping you could show me the bedroom again.”

“Mmm, I think I could manage that,” he said laughing.

He held my hand all the way back to the house, and when we got there, he wasted no time “showing me the bedroom.” As soon as the door was shut behind us, I felt his arms slide around me, and he kissed my neck as his fingers fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. I reached up and helped him undo them, slipping off my shirt and feeling his lips glide across my back. I turned around and jumped up, straddling him as he walked up the stairs and to the first bedroom he came to. I giggled as he tripped slightly before taking us both down on to the bed. He knocked his shoes off and pulled himself over top of me, kissing me passionately while raising my arms up over my head.

Softly his lips trailed over me as he took each piece of my clothing off, one at a time. His eyes were dark but gentle as he pulled his shirt over his head and leaned down to kiss me more. I slipped my hands down to his belt and undid his pants, laughing as he struggled to get them off. Once he was naked, he jumped in the bed next to me, smiling as he rubbed his hand across my stomach. He pressed his lips gently against mine as we explored each other’s bodies with our hands. His breath began to quicken as I ran my fingertips around his cock and down his thighs. He slipped his hand between my legs and pressed his fingers between my lips, feeling how wet he was making me.

Part of me wanted him to give in to his urges and ravage me while the other part of me felt closer to him than ever in this passionate exchange. I ran my hand up and down the shaft of his cock as he slowly massaged my clit with his fingers, the entire time keeping his mouth on mine, exploring the inside with his tongue. I moaned softly into his mouth and felt him harden even more in my hand. With that, he climbed on top of me and clasped my hands in his over top of my head. He nudged my knees apart, and ground against me with his stiff cock, leaving me gasping for breath.

Timidly he moved, pushing slowly inside me, filling me to the brim and groaning. There was nothing wanting or impatient about his movements and slowly slid himself in and out of me, sometimes pulling fully out before entering back in. I pulled my legs up around his waist and leaned my head back as I felt every inch of him inside of me. The passion between us was intense, and we held on to each other’s stare as we both climbed higher and higher in ecstasy.

I clutched down on his hands as he began to move faster, letting him know I was almost there. I tried to look away but he caught my gaze, and as his eyes penetrated me with the same depth as his cock, I exploded around him, feeling the waves of pleasure pulsating through my body. He bit his lip and pushed hard and deep inside of me, filling me completely, opening me up to him.

His legs shook, and his grasp intensified as he let out a deep low moan. He held that position for several seconds before collapsing on top of me and breathing deeply into my neck. I kept my legs tightly wrapped around his waist, and my arms moved up to his neck as the thought of dislodging from the moment seemed unnatural. As his breath normalized, he sat up slightly and looked deep into my eyes. Though I thought there was something on the tip of his tongue, he said nothing, and instead reached down and kissed me with feeling.

It was as if everything he wanted to say was bound up inside of him, and I wanted him to get it out. I no longer thought the worse, but I definitely needed to know what was simmering deep inside. I needed to know if he loved me.