“So, so good,” he whispered to my sex as I looked down at him. His burning eyes closed shut as his tongue darted out again before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked hard, twisting his fingers inside of me. My body overheated as I was hit with wave after wave of sweet release, calling his name as I came. He refused to stop as my tender sex protested to more of his sweet tongue lashing. I tried to push him away, but he gripped my wrists tightly at my sides as his tongue pushed inside me deep before he resumed his pace.
“Jayden, I can’t take it. I can’t,” I panted out as he pulled away, keeping his thumb on me, massaging in slow circles as he pulled his boxers down with the other hand. I spread wider for him, his thumb remaining in place as he pushed the tip of him in.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered above me.
“I need you so much,” I whispered back. “I love you.” He closed his eyes as if my words had touched him and pushed himself in the rest of the way as my body shuddered for the second time, obeying his command.
His gentle hands cradled me as he loved me slowly, whispering kisses and praise that covered me entirely. My heart filled to the brink as I held him as tightly as I could to me until his levee broke and he spilled his love, overfilling me.
He lay on me, his head on my chest as our breathing evened out.
“Your heart is hammering, baby,” he said in awe as he looked up at me.
“Well, yeah,” I said, running my fingers through his hair.
“I like the crowd in there chanting my name. Jayden, Jayden, Jayden.” I chuckled and looked down at him. “Feeling pretty proud of yourself there, babe?”
“I’m getting good at you,” he said softly.
“You’ve always been good,” I reminded him.
“Not always,” he whispered back.
“Can you sleep?” I asked, concerned. It had been a few days since he’d crashed hard and I was getting worried.
“I think so. Will you rub me out?”
“Of course,” I said as he took his place in front of me so I could start working his back. I started rubbing him slowly and he moaned at my touch.
“You could be a massage therapist,” he offered as I dug into his shoulders.
“No way, people are gross,” I said to his rapidly moving back. “I’m glad you find this so funny. At least you have it all figured out. You are a carpenter. It’s done...settled. It’s something you love and can live with. Some of us aren’t so lucky.”
“It is absolutely not that easy,” he said, his voice still fully alert. I worked harder, digging into the tough tissues hidden under his silky skin. “I landed the gig with my uncle out of necessity. My mother couldn’t handle me anymore so she dropped me off with him on the weekends to keep me out of trouble and he put me to work. I didn’t aspire to be a carpenter. My mother aspired not to kill me.”
I moved my hands up and down his back, trying to soothe him. “Well, it worked out. It must have taken, because you are still doing it.”
“It has so far. I hope to make it mine one day.”
“Really?” I asked, excited about the thought. He stilled my hand on his shoulder and turned to look at me.
“I probably won’t ever be wealthy.”
“Like that matters.” He turned over and pulled me into his arms.
“I’m so fucking lucky,” he said, drowning me in deep blue.
“Yep,” I said, placing my hands on his shoulders.
“Does this massage have a happy ending?” His wicked grin made an appearance, as well as the brush of his growing thickness against my leg.
“One that will make you scream my name,” I teased as I gripped his hair tightly. Through gritted teeth, I commanded into his ear, “Say. My. Name.”
“Fishnipple.”
I opened Jayden’s front door, absently pushing an anxious Trip out of the way before giving pause to take in the person standing in front of me. She was a tall, gorgeous blonde with perfect legs, accentuated by the tight, short skirt she sported. Her beautiful, brown eyes met mine and I felt her measuring me up as well. I was instantly nauseated.
“Hello,” I said as she stood silent.
“Umm, is Jay here?”
“He’s in the shower. Can I help you?”
“No, I...um. Hi, Trip,” she addressed the dog, who was bursting at the seams to greet her. I let him through as she kneeled down as gracefully as possible in her skirt so she could pet him. Jay came up behind me wrapped in a towel, and I turned to him as the girl’s eyes shot up to Jay.
“Amber? What are you doing here?”
I looked from Jay back to the girl as a jealous pang shot through me after deducing it was his ex. Most definitely.
Of course she was a super model with the same size boobs. Bitch.
“Excuse me,” I said, doing the adult thing and giving them their privacy while my insides twisted into knots.
“What are you doing here?” Jay repeated harshly.
“I came to see you, to talk. Is she your girlfriend?”
I walked slower, at a snail’s pace. Well, actually a little slower than that. More like if a snail were to have a heart attack and die. Okay, I stopped altogether.
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.
“Can, I just talk to you for a minute?”
She was still going to make a play. Jayden had told me it had been three years since they broke up. Surely she wasn’t trying to get him back after that length of time?
“Wait out here,” he said impatiently. I hauled ass into his room, pretending to sort through my clothes.
“I saw you creeping,” he said, pulling me from the floor into his arms. “I have no idea what’s she’s doing here, but I’ll get rid of her.”
“She’s your ex? From three years ago?” I questioned as he dropped his towel.
“We tried again right after New Year’s, but she had to take off for a new job out of state. We haven’t seen each other or talked since.” He pulled on a tight fitting t-shirt and athletic shorts then walked over to me.
“You left that part out,” I said as the stabbing in my chest continued.
“It lasted less than a month. I didn’t think it was worth sharing.” He looked at me and then grabbed my hand, pulling me from the room, kissing me in plain sight before grabbing Trip and his leash and walking out the door. I saw her look back at me briefly before Jayden shut the door with an ‘I love you’ she could clearly hear.
I should have been comforted with that. I should have been okay with the fact that our relationship was amazing and I had no reason to worry. And you would assume that all childish notions of spying on them after that would go right out of my head and out the window.
Yeah fucking right.
I hauled ass to the window as I spied them walking with Trip. She seemed to be pleading her case as Jayden stood there listening. He raised his hand in a cutting motion as he spoke. He didn’t seem angry, just irritated. When he glanced up at the window, I turned and quickly flattened my back against the wall to avoid being seen. I peeked out again, and when I could no longer see them, I panicked. I quickly made a reasonable plan and raced through his apartment to get to my swimsuit. All I could think about was her long legs and perfect hair.
Minutes later, I was cowering in the bushes spying on my boyfriend and his hot ex-girlfriend in my swimsuit, nowhere near the pool. Our complex was huge. If I got busted now it would be humiliating. To make matters worse, the bushes I was buried in were made up of those sharp, prickly leaves that looked like holly. I was a scratched up mess, my forearms bleeding as I crouched down. I could barely see them and couldn’t hear anything but Trip barking his head off. Giving up minutes later, I stood up, only to come face to face with my smiling boyfriend.