Chapter Eighteen
Stick
I keep Scherri in my bed all night. I don't want her alone and I want the warmth of her skin seeping into my muscle. The flowery aroma of her hair mixed in with our sex. I don't give a fuck who finds out we're in the same bed, although I do take the precaution of locking the door.
I pull her back into my chest, our legs entwined and both my arms tightly circling her. She doesn't object to the constricting hold. She just wriggles her way into me like she's making herself comfortable and we fall asleep like that, our breathing matched.
I jerk awake in the night, sure I hear some noise. But it's no doubt my imagination. Sleep is not something I'm at one with anymore. Although with Scherri here, I dropped off faster than ever and slept longer than usual. No dreams either, which is a bonus. I nuzzle her neck and she writhes sleepily so I leave her to her own dreams. Hoping they're only of me.
Because Jacket clearly wants her. I know that bastard and I could tell he was interested from the moment he met her. What I'm still not clear on is how Scher feels. I ought to think that whatever she wants is what I want too. But fuck that, because I've waited too long for this moment of being with her and nothing's coming between us.
“What is it, Baby?” she squirms in my arms and murmurs in a kitteny sleep voice that has my dick lifting against her soft butt cheek.
Fuck, do I yearn to be buried inside her ass again? I cup her breast and squeeze gently, loving the firmness, the responsive nipple that pops up for me even though she's half asleep.
“Nothing,” I murmur. “Go back to sleep.”
“Don't say nothing. I can feel the tension mounting in your chest.”
“Just weird having him here.”
“Does it bring back bad memories?”
“Hmph,” I exhale, my walls up against letting her know I'm worried about losing her again.
“'Cos maybe it was hard for Jacket too,” she whispers. “And he's dealing with it in a different way.”
“By being an ass?” I low snarl into her ear. My need to possess her building again.
“Yeah, maybe. If that's what you think he is.”
“You're taking his side.” I grit out, the rigid tension in my muscles making me flex.
“Never,” she purrs but with a force I haven't heard from her 'til now. “There are no sides for me, there's only you.”
That makes me want her even more. My dick is rigid steel with the urgent need to slide into her wet pussy. I reach around and slide two fingers into her slick crevasse and she shivers against my chest.
“I'm more concerned about making new ones,” I say, getting back to the memories.
“What does that mean?”
She writhes in my grasp and rolls over to face me. Her gorgeous tits pressing into my chest, so my cock prods at her belly. She takes it in one hand to caress my length, making me moan as we talk. I kiss her nose, then her mouth and we completely forget our train of thought as I roll over and pull her on top of me.
She sits up, straddled across my pelvis with my granite hard pole between her folds. I thumb her clit, making her whimper. She places her palms on my sheet of abs to lift her spread pussy and locate my head in the hollow of her hole. Then she shoves back down so my cock slides all the way into nirvana.
Scherri rides my length like a bucking Bronco. Like she didn't just consume my cock a couple of hours ago. We're a pair of starving wild animals, grappling at each other, overwhelmed by the feverish desire that quenches for a brief moment before returning stronger than ever. Once she milks my cock with her clenching pussy, she flops back down, limp in my arms and falls asleep sprawled across my chest.
I stay awake just because I love watching her sleep so peacefully on top of me. Her soft breath tickling at the skin covering the pec she's using as a pillow. I stroke lightly across her silky hair and inhale the aroma of her. Unique to her. Unforgettable.
Around dawn she twists around and rolls over, off my chest and tangles herself up in the sheet before falling right back into a deep sleep. I smile and kiss the back of her bare shoulder than climb out of bed. I pull on some sweats and head downstairs to make coffee. Maybe some fresh juice to bring to her in bed before anyone else is awake.
I'm waiting on the brew when the back door softly opens. My hackles rise, my fists clenched ready to deal with any intruder.
“Fuck man, you gave me a fright,” Jacket says when he comes upon me, charged to take him down.
“Where the fuck – I thought you were taking the couch.”
“I just stepped out for a brew. You know – hard to sleep sometimes.”
I notice the sofa hasn't been slept in. Yeah, I know about that. I guess he found some willing babe to provide him some company. And he's already ducked out on her. Well, I've done the same myself. Before Scher came back into my life that is. Jacket hitches onto a stool across from me and points at the coffee, now done.
I pour him a cup and almost fling it at him when he suddenly says; “Listen, Dude do you mind if I fuck your sister.”
“Ya, I do fucking mind,” I grit, every pore constricted, ready to knock him to the ground.
He raises his palms with an 'okay chill' demeanor and says; “No problem. I wouldn't normally ask permission, but you being an old pal...”
“What makes you even think she wants your ass?” I hound him, the rage brewing.
“Just a thing – last night on the sofa. The three of us there.”
“The three of us,” I repeat.
So he felt it too. The energy that flew around the room when we both moved in to take care of her. Did Scher feel it? The heat that rose when we three were seated close? Does she want him too? I don't even know if that's a thing for her. If she's imagined two men inside her. If she wants that.
“No problem, Bro,” Jacket rasps. “I kinda figured it would be a bond between us, ya know. Like it'd make us sort of half brothers – what with me owing you my life.”
“You don't owe me fuck all,” I snarl.
Jacket doesn't respond to my aggression. Everything just rolls off him like usual, like he's covered with Teflon.
“Yeah. We both know I wouldn't be sitting here or anywhere else, if it weren't for you.”
“Whatever.”
I'm not getting into the past with him. Like I told Scher, I'm only concerned with the future. And her in it. So better he knows where we stand.
“And I gotta tell you she is not -” I start.
“You two guys still shooting the breeze?”
“Good morning, sir.” Jacket almost stands to attention to greet my father as he barrels in looking for coffee.
Our convo is deflected and I don't get another chance to talk to Jacket about our relationship before Scherri appears, tousled and soft and good enough to fucking devour.