“No?” I frown. “Baby, we’re going to be together and before we can make it official to the world, we have to tell the people in our world.”

  She shakes her head. “No, I know, but… I have to tell Parker first.”

  I let out a sigh. “I thought he wasn’t back until next week?”

  “He’s not, and I’ll tell him then. I just can’t do it over the phone. This also gives me time to pack up my things.”

  I wince, realizing this guy thinks nothing is wrong and he’s going to come home exhausted from a long business trip to find his fiancée moving out of the house. I guess I kind of feel bad over that. “That’s fair.”

  “We can tell them after, okay? We’ve waited this long.”

  “Okay. No backing out. We come clean to everyone. No more secrets.” I tell her, holding my pinky finger up and she links hers with mine.

  “No more.” We kiss our fingers, before her lips are on mine again and she’s rubbing against me. I feel her hands on my sweatpants and she pulls back to yank them down my legs before she’s pushing hers down her legs as well. She tosses them both to the ground before getting back on top of me. My couch is wide enough for us to both lay comfortably and change positions with ease thankfully because right now I’m desperate to get my mouth on her. I reach up, trapping one of her nipples between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth. I hold it, trying to get as much of it into my mouth as I suck on her breast. I pull back, stiffening my tongue and rubbing it over her nipple as she mewls and rubs on top of me. Her pussy is getting wetter and my mouth waters, needing a taste of her. I used to be obsessed with eating her pussy. I don’t know if it was because I was the first to ever do it or her taste or her scent or a combination of all three but every time we were together, I had to put my mouth between her legs at least once.

  “I need to taste you before I fuck you.”

  Her eyes flutter open and she blinks several times at me. “What about what I want? Maybe we could sixty-nine first?”

  “You hate sixty-nining.” I stare at her incredulously and it annoys me that maybe she likes it now after being with someone else.

  “I never hated it, I just felt like I couldn’t focus. But right now, I want to suck your dick and you turn into a maniac if you can’t eat my pussy the second you want to.” She rolls her eyes and I raise an eyebrow in response.

  “You say that like you don’t love that fact.” She scrunches her nose and giggles. “Just one taste.”

  “Yeah okay, you and I both know there’s no just one taste with you and my pussy.” She stands up and slides her panties down her legs and standing in front of the fire has her skin glowing even more than usual.

  “Fuck,” I growl, pulling her by her waist to my mouth. She’s short so I have to lower my head to get to the apex of her legs.

  “Oh my God. Can I lay down first?” she whines, but I ignore her request, holding her tight against me as I tongue her sex for the first time in three years. I open her up, sliding her left leg over my shoulder as I begin to fuck her with my tongue. She’s drenched from our foreplay and I’m rewarded with her dripping all over my mouth and chin. “Oh, fuck me. You always know exactly what I want.” I swirl my tongue around her opening before pushing it in as far as I can. She lets out a squeal. “Oh my God, right there.” She grips the back of my head to keep me in place and I laugh to myself knowing that I’m going to end up getting what I want anyway which is her coming all over my face. I pull my tongue out of her and rub it over her clit, back and forth rapidly as I know she’s nearing the edge. “Fuckkkk, I’m going to come.” She moans from above me and I smile because thank fuck. I drop one hand to my throbbing cock, rubbing it through my briefs trying to prepare it for being inside the love of my life again.

  “Come for me, Whitney,” I tell her and when I look up at her, I catch her gaze and see the look in her eyes. “Come for daddy.”

  Her mouth drops open, and with our eyes locked I watch her go over the edge. She rolls her hips against my mouth and lets her head fall back and I grip her tight with both hands to keep her steady and her cunt against my mouth. “God yes yes yes!” Her clit pulses against my tongue and I groan at the feeling. Seconds later, I have her on her back and my briefs down my legs. I’m just about to push into her when a thought hits me.

  NOW WE’RE THINKING? I have her legs around me, her ankles locked at my lower back with my hard cock leaking onto her wet pussy and the thought hits me. “Baby…” I say through gritted teeth as my body shakes with the anticipation of being inside her. “Condoms?”

  She frowns and looks up at me. “Why? We’ve never used condoms before.”

  “I know I just, I wasn’t sure if you were comfortable…”

  She cocks her head to the side as she realizes what I might be asking and then her eyes widen. “OH! No, I—I’m fine. I got tested after Parker slept with someone else and… I’m good.”

  I nod and swallow hard. “Good, because I would have killed him but… no that’s not why I asked.”

  She shakes her head and wraps her hand around my dick, pulling it closer to her pussy, but I refrain from pushing inside. Some fucking how. “I’m on the pill, J.” She raises her pelvis and it grazes my dick and the air leaves my lungs in a gush.

  My balls are tingling and my cock that is still in her tiny hand, by the way, feels ready to explode. “Right, but… you could still be pregnant. Like now.”

  Her eyes narrow and she scoffs. “No, I couldn’t.”

  “You’re a hundred percent sure about that?”

  She looks off to the side and back to me probably trying to remember the date of her last period and the last time she had sex and I can’t believe I’m coherent enough to have this conversation.

  “I’d love to fuck you raw. Believe me baby. But in the off chance you’re already pregnant and don’t know it, you’re left with the mess of not knowing who the father is if we have unprotected sex. Or say you’re not pregnant but I get you pregnant now… same boat.” I lean down and lick a trail across her mouth. “Make no mistake, I’d love any baby that came out of you regardless if it was mine or his but I just don’t know if he’d feel the same way given that you’re leaving him for me.”

  She lets out a sigh. “Fine, yes. God, how are you able to be this rational right now? I wouldn’t have been able to stop just now literally if Parker and my parents were standing right over there.” She points a few yards away from us, before pinching the bridge of her nose and squeezing her eyes together. “Condom. Hurry please.”

  I laugh. “Baby, I haven’t had sex in three years, I don’t have any condoms.”

  “ARE YOU KIDDING!?” she screams. “No, JP there has to be some, somewhere. I know we didn’t use them but… we did once or twice?” She hops up and grabs my hand and I laugh at the fact that she’s dragging me into my house. “You have to have a box somewhere in here. Even if it was from when Trey and Chloe stayed over. Fuck, don’t condoms expire!?” She’s rambling a mile a minute and I can’t help but laugh.

  “They’re usually good up to five years, but yes.” She runs upstairs to my bedroom and I hear her rummaging around my bathroom before I make it there. I make it to the entrance to my door just as she rips a box open.

  “YES.” She throws it toward me. “Put it on.” She stands up and makes it over to me just as I rip it open and slide it on. My cock is still hard as steel watching her run around the house naked with her tits bouncing deliciously. She lunges for me and I pull her into my arms before walking toward my bed. Her ankles are locked around me and my cock brushes her cunt with every step. I drop her to the bed and then slowly, with our eyes locked on each other, I push my cock inside of her.

  “FUCK.” The scream comes out of me like a roar as I bottom out inside of her. “Jesus Christ, Whitney.” I don’t thrust because I feel like I could come the second I feel more friction on my dick. I guess this is what three years without sex does to a man. Especially after sex with a woman like Whitney Monroe.

  “Daddy,” she whines. She raises her pelvis. “Please move.”

  I smile at how easily she knows how to get what she wants. “Daddy needs a second, angel.”

  “Told you to let me suck your dick first,” she mutters before rolling her eyes and I lean down and run my tongue over her closed lips.

  “Don’t roll your eyes while I’m inside of you.” I take her teeth between my bottom lip and bite down. “You won’t like what happens.”

  The mischief crosses her face. “Oh?”

  “Don’t test me,” I tell her as I begin pushing in and out of her. I think she’s going to but then I hit a spot that has her eyes fluttering closed and I’m guessing she rethinks going down the road of potential orgasm denial.

  I lower myself to her, pressing my lips to hers and feeding her my tongue. I’ve pictured sex with Whitney hundreds of times over the past three years and memories don’t do it justice. Her nails run down my back, scratching me hard enough to make my balls tingle.

  “I love you.” She moans when I let her lips go and I stop thrusting for a second to look down at her. She smiles. “I thought it was obvious?” she whispers, probably in response to the look I’m giving her.

  “It’s the first time you’ve said it… in a while.”

  “I do.” Her eyes are welling up with tears and I watch as one falls down her cheek and into her hair. “Please don’t ever leave me again.”

  “Never, baby.” I lean down to kiss her perfect mouth and slowly we go from a frantic fuck to slow lovemaking. I roll her so that she’s on top of me and I push my hands into her hair as she begins to ride me. “I love you too,” I murmur against her mouth.

  We kiss at the same speed as our bodies’ movement and it’s like we’re moving as one. I grip her hair with one hand and grip her ass with the other. She gasps against me when I hit her G-spot. “God yes, there it fucking is.”

  “JP.” She rides me harder, squeezing down on me every time she bangs against my pelvis.

  “You always know just what I want. You know how to fuck me, Whitney.” Lightning begins at my spine and it shoots to my balls making them tingle and I know I’m seconds from coming.

  “God, it’s been so long since I’ve had this. I forgot…” she moans. “JP, I’m going to come.”

  “Look at me, baby. Let me see you when you come. Take me with you,” I beg, wanting to go over the edge with her. She lets her eyes flutter open and all I can see is lust all over her face. “Yes, fuck,” I grit out. “Come all over my dick, baby. Your dick.”

  “Yes,” she cries out. “Fucking mine.” She moans and then I feel it.

  Even with the barrier separating us, I know the second she begins to climax. Her cunt grips me harder and she leans over so she can grind her clit against me.

  I run my hands up her chest and grab her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she fucks me through her climax. “You’re such a good girl. Fuck, I’m going to come.”

  She drops her face into my shoulder and bites down and it spurs my own. “Oh God. Fuck, make me come. Please baby. I’m coming.”

  Her lips are on mine as we continue thrusting against each other. I grip her hips and help her bounce up and down on me faster.

  “God, that’s it. Holy fuuuuck,” I groan out as the best orgasm I’ve probably ever had rips through me.

  She falls to my chest, my dick still inside her as she peppers kisses on my face. My cheek. My nose. My lips. Something she always did.

  “I can’t fucking wait to get my dick in you, raw,” I tell her as I slip out of her.

  I slide the condom off without spilling my semen and fuck there was a lot before tying it off and setting it on the floor next to my bed, not caring to look for a trashcan in this moment. I pull her into my arms and she sighs.

  “Me too. This felt like coming home, after… a really long time away,” she whispers and I pull her to rest on top of me. She rests her cheek just above my heart as our legs thread through each other. I grab the throw blanket from the end of the bed and pull it over us. She looks up at me and smiles. “Thank you for coming back to me.”

  A feeling between my legs wakes me up and before I’m even fully awake I know what’s the source of the pleasure. Jacob woke me up with his mouth between my legs more times than anything else and oh. My. God. My eyes flutter open and I’m so grateful to see it’s still dark out meaning it’s not morning and no one is looking for me yet.

  “Mmmmm.” I let out a low moan and pull at the silky head of hair face down in my pussy.

  I tug his hair gently and he raises his head, his tongue still working my spread sex as his eyes find mine. He pulls away for a second and my mouth drops open at the sight of my cum all over his mouth and chin.

  I bite my lip at the visual, trying my best to burn it into my memory so I never forget how sexy he looks in this moment. I watch his tongue work my clit and my entire body feels like it bursts into flames. Fuck, how is it sometimes watching someone eat your pussy is just as hot as feeling it? My back arches and I begin to pull at my nipples, rolling them between my fingers when I feel his warm hands over mine. I drop my hands, as he covers them both with his large palms and he drags his thumbs over the nipples. Thumbs that are firm and a bit rough from being a surgeon and the texture against my sensitive buds make me bite my lip.

  “Oh God, Jacob,” I cry out, because his tongue is now inside of me, circling my entrance while he begins to tug harder on my nipples to the point of almost pain. He’s always been obsessed with my tits. It was rare that they weren’t covered in hickeys at any given time. He’d suckle the skin, pulling the nipple between his teeth before nibbling gently. Or strum them between his fingers while he’d eat my pussy. The man knew exactly what to do to make me sigh, to make me scream, make me climax on his face or his dick. “I’m going to come.” I sigh, my eyes rolling back behind my eyelids. His hands drop from my breasts to my hands, lacing our fingers like he does when he wants to feel even closer to me. And I felt it. Something about our interlaced fingers while I come is just a different high.

  His thumb drags over the skin just below my index finger which is what he does when he wants my eyes on him.

  I force my eyes open and look down and meet his gaze and I can see the smile in his eyes and on his mouth despite it being on me. I feel my cheeks getting hot and I can only imagine they’re bright pink. I feel so exposed under his gaze. Naked. Vulnerable. Like he can read every thought in my head.

  The feeling overwhelms me and suddenly I want to be even closer. “Baby, come here and let me touch you.” I hold my arms out and he shakes his head.

  “Come first.”

  “But—”

  “Not a request, Whitney. Give me another one.”

  I bite my lip, knowing he wasn’t going to let up until I came and that thought made me melt even though I wanted to be in his arms. I was craving the intimate feeling of his strong body wrapped around me after not having it for so long. Nothing felt like the safety and security of being in his arms. The sex with Jacob was amazing. Unbelievable. I craved sex with this man more than I did anything on Earth. But it was the after, that I craved too. The moments where everything is still and quiet and I get lost in the tranquility. During these moments, I allowed my mind to drift to a life where things weren’t so complicated. He wasn’t the man I couldn’t have; I wasn’t the woman he shouldn’t touch. Everything was perfect.

  It isn’t long before he’s hovering over me. He runs a hand over his mouth collecting my juices but I still smell me on him.

  “Why are you in your head, Angel?” He brushes his nose over mine before dropping a kiss to my lips.

  “I’ve missed you and this.” The tears well in my eyes and I try my best to keep them down but one escapes, slipping down my face. I wrap my arms around his back pulling him closer to me, wanting to get as close as possible to him. “It was really hard when you left and I just… I’m scared you’re going to leave me again.” I look up into his stormy blue eyes. “You’re right, I’m just in my head.”

  “It was tough for me too.” His thumb finds the space just below my eyes and wipes the stray tear. “I felt incomplete, like a part of me was missing. We’d never had a period in our relationship where we weren’t speaking. I knew you were angry and upset with me and I felt like shit that there was nothing I could do to make it better. That I of all people had hurt you. The first six months, the few times I was allotted to sleep, I spent staring at the ceiling thinking about you. If you were okay, if you were safe, if you were happy…” He wraps his arms tightly around me and buries his face into my neck before pressing his lips there. “If you were thinking about me.”

  “I was always thinking about you. I was never not thinking about you.” He smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes and I feel like I can hear his thoughts. “I met him a little over a year after you were gone. Over a year with no communication. No nothing. You told me to move on. It almost killed me, but I did it.”

  “I know,” he grits out. “I know. And I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself. And… the life we have and who we are in each other’s lives. I’m mad that I lived so long without you and now there’s some other guy in the picture. Some other guy that’s touched you.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “The thought of him… drives me fucking crazy, Whitney.” When he opens them, they’re dark and he looks almost angry. But in the sexiest way. He pushes me to my back and gets on top of me before sliding back inside.

  “He’s not going to touch me again. Not that we’re back here again. It’s you and me,” I say with as much confidence as I can, but that small voice of doubt speaks up and the word leaves my lips on its own. “Right?”

  “I’m not going anywhere.” “I’m yours, baby. Forever. I’ll never leave you again and nothing is going to tear us apart.”

  His words make my heart melt and I let out a low moan as his pace begins to pick up and I succumb to the pleasure coursing between our bodies, all the while trying to ignore the small part of me telling me that he was wrong.