I whimper in response. “Baby, I… lick my clit.”

  “Drag your fingers up, baby.”

  I nod, doing as I’m told and find my clit and immediately start rubbing faster and harder. “Spread your lips and show me how wet you are.” I sit up straighter and use one hand to open me up while my other hand rubs at my clit. “That’s it. God, I love watching your clit when you’re ready to come. It’s so slick and wet and fuck it’s perfect.”

  “Mmmm.” I let out a low moan feeling my orgasm looming. “JP.”

  “Right there, Angel. I know you’re close.”

  I nod. “I want to come.” It’s a desperate plea that I know he’ll oblige.

  “Do you?”

  “Yes!” I cry out.

  “Get on your knees and ride my face then. I want your cum all over my lips and chin. I want my beard to smell like your pussy for hours after.”

  I do as I’m told, getting on my knees and leaning forward slightly to ride my hand like I would his face. From this angle, he probably can’t see as clearly between my legs but he can see my face which he loves almost as much when we’re like this. Getting a close up look of my face when I come.

  “Mmmm, JP.”

  All my hairs stand up on end as a tremor moves through me and I feel like all of my nerves have been short circuited. My breasts jiggle and move with the erratic movements of my hand causing a growl to escape the man on the other side of the computer.

  “Jesus, fuck. I need you to come, Whitney. Come right fucking now,” he commands. “I need your orgasm, on my tongue. Come on, baby, let me taste you.”

  And then the feeling begins at the base of my spine and travels upward at lightning speed. “Oh my God, oh my God!” I chant. “Jacob!” I scream, letting my body succumb to the pleasure that Jacob’s words caused. My hand stops moving and I just continue to rock my hips against my fingers, dragging my clit against them with each thrust. “Oh God,” I cry out. Lights flash behind my eyelids and my mouth drops open as a smile begins to form and then I’m giggling as the sex haze swirls around me.

  “There she is.”

  “Oh my God, I forgot…” I let out a sigh. “All of this.”

  He smiles and drags his thumb over his bottom lip. “I fucking didn’t.”

  I sit back on my ass and spread my legs again for him, letting him see the very wet space between my legs. I stick out my tongue and drag my fingers along it, tasting myself and he lets his head fall back.

  “FUCK!” And that word feels like a thump against my clit. “Whitney, you’re killing me.” His breathing has gotten more jagged and he starts pulling at his dick harder. “It’s only been a day and I miss your taste.” He licks his lips. “What’s it taste like?”

  “Salty. Tangy. Yours.” I raise an eyebrow at him and he growls in response.

  “You’re fucking right you taste like mine. You’re such a fucking good girl. My fucking good girl.” His voice shakes and I know he’s close to the edge having watched me come all over my fingers and then lick my orgasm from them.

  I drop my gaze to his cock. “Your turn.” I look at him and nod at his dick. “My mouth or my pussy first?”

  “Pussy,” he grunts.

  “I can’t wait until I’m sitting in your lap, facing you. So, I can run my tongue down that spot on your neck that makes your dick even harder. My legs wrapped around your back. My wet cunt wrapped around your dick.”

  “Oh God, Whit. Touch your clit again, baby, come with me.”

  I do as he says but I try to stay focused on talking to him.

  “That’s my good girl. God, you’re beautiful.”

  “Your hands are gripping my ass as you move me up and down on your dick and God”—I let out a moan—“you feel so big. The ridges of your dick, Jesus JP. The way it drags against my walls, makes me feel like I’m vibrating.” His eyes are almost feral as he continues to jack himself off. “Faster. Imagine I’m riding you.”

  “Yeah?” He leans forward and his eyes are wide as he watches me watch him.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Your cunt gripping my cock? So, fucking good.” He lets out a groan. “Jesus fucking Christ, Whit, look what you fucking do to me.” He begins pulling at his hard cock that’s already leaking from the tip and I know he’s close to his orgasm because his cheeks are getting redder and his perfectly straight teeth are digging into his bottom lip.

  Damn, that’s hot.

  “Why aren’t you here, FUCK!” I scream as I start climbing toward my climax again. “Baby, your cock is rubbing against my clit at this angle too fucking good, I’m going to come.”

  “Uh huh, yes the fuck you are. Jesus, you’re squeezing my dick so hard, Angel. Daddy is going to come. Pinch your clit. Do it now,” he commands through gritted teeth. I do and my toes flex in response as I push my fingers inside of me. “Good girl.” He drags out the word girl and it sends a shiver through me. This man is fucking sex in human form.

  My eyes slam shut as my orgasm begins to take me under. “Fuck me, daddy. I’m close.”

  He lets out a low moan. “I know, AngelAngel. Fuck, me too. Your cunt feels so good.” I shiver. “The second I see you, I don’t care where we are or who the fuck is around, I am dragging you into the nearest room with a door and fucking you so hard against it I might drive you through it.” My eyes flutter open and his eyes are trained on my face.

  “Please.”

  “Tell me when you’re coming, baby.”

  “Fuck fuck fuck,” I cry out as I begin to ride my hand more aggressively. My strokes are getting more erratic as the feeling is beginning in my toes and slowly sliding up my legs. “It’s there. God, JP, I need you.” His dick. His tongue. His fingers that know how to play my body like his own instrument.

  “Fuck me too. Daddy needs his girl.” And then I lose it. I come hard all over my hand again. I vaguely hear JP praising me and then I hear him come with a roar. My name leaves his lips like a prayer along with a lot of less than holy expletives.

  My skin is flushed, and there’s a thin layer of sweat covering me. I meet his gaze and he’s giving me the sexiest smile to match my serene one.

  I slide my hand from between my legs and let out a sigh. “Wow.”

  A sexy smile slides onto his face as he grabs a shirt from out of view and begins cleaning himself off. His dimple pops out and I find myself getting turned on again. How was this man so fucking sexy? “Last night wasn’t enough. I need more. I need all the fuckin’ nights.”

  I tilt my head to the side and I feel tears springing to my eyes at what I assume he meant as a possessive comment but was laced with sweet sentiment. “I love you.”

  He stops cleaning himself off for a second and holds my gaze, his blue eyes sincere and shining with nothing but love for me making me believe he’s going to return the sentiment.

  “What I feel for you is deeper than love, Whitney.” Oh. He lies on his back and stares at the ceiling. “Devotion. Obsession.” He sighs. “Telling you I love you doesn’t seem to feel enough. The fact that I feel so out of control with need for you when I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s going to cause a catastrophic response and yet I don’t fucking care.” He turns his head toward me. “I just want you. I need you. I feel you underneath my skin every second. I felt you in every painful beat of my heart when we were apart.” I remember feeling something similar.

  My mouth falls open. “JP…” I trail off. “You chose now to drop these very romantic bombs? Why didn’t you tell me this last night? Did you not want to stick your dick in my ass last night?”

  He chuckles and the lightness in his eyes replaces the heaviness. It’s not that I didn’t want to hear how deep his love went for me, but I didn’t want him telling me this while we were three thousand miles apart. I wanted him to tell me while I was in his arms and he was slowly moving inside me. “I cannot wait to get my dick back in your ass, Whitney. Fuck, the way you squeeze the cum out of my dick.”

  “Touch it again.”

  He goes to grab it when I stop him.

  “If you’re going to fuck my ass, it needs to be a little wetter than that.”

  He quirks an eyebrow and then I see the spit fly from his mouth onto his hard member.

  A gasp leaves my lips even though I knew he was planning to do that but seeing it makes my nipples pebble and my cunt flutter. I bite my lip and his eyes darken as he watches me watch him tug on his dick that was still slightly hard despite having just come.

  “You wish I’d just spit on your pussy, don’t you?” He leans forward. “Do it yourself.”

  “I don’t need to, I’m already wet,” I offer. I let out a whimper when my fingers ghost over my clit again, my body still humming from my last orgasm.

  “For me then.” He licks his lips. “I want to see it.”

  “I’m a lady, I don’t spit.” I raise my nose in the air in mock horrification.

  He snorts and leans back again. “First of all, you do spit but that doesn’t mean you aren’t a lady. If I recall, you do all kinds of unladylike things in the bedroom with me. Or I’m sorry, maybe it’s considered ladylike to rim your Godfather in your parent’s bed.”

  My cheeks immediately heat, and I know I have to be bright red. “JP! Okay, one, YOU LIKED IT.”

  “Fucking loved it. And every other time you did it thereafter.”

  JP was kinky. Beyond. And it opened me up to so many things in the bedroom. JP and I had explored ass play several times on both sides and the space between my legs thumps painfully at the thought of fucking him again.

  “Will you let me inside you again?” I raise both eyebrows up and down at him and he doesn’t respond at first so I slip my fingers into my mouth and drag them down my body before rubbing my clit.

  His eyes follow my hand and stay trained at the apex of my thighs. “What’s in it for me?”

  “Ummm an orgasm? Or did you forget that you came so hard you blacked out.”

  “I want something else. Something bigger.”

  There isn’t much I haven’t let JP do to me so for him to say bigger, I’m intrigued but also a little nervous at what he’s going to ask. “Well, out with it.”

  He grips his dick and stares me straight in the eyes. “Move in with me.”

  I stop rubbing my clit and look at him. “What?”

  “When you get home… and that better be in a few days or I’m coming out there to get you my fucking self. Move in with me.”

  “Baby…”

  “You want to fuck my ass?” He shrugs. “Fine, you can when you move in.”

  My heart begins to accelerate at both his sexy and huge words. The way he’s talking, he wants me to do it soon.

  “I assumed we’d live together soon, but can I get out of my current relationship first though?”

  “Does that idea make you wet? Having complete access to this whenever you want?” He nods at his dick. “Whenever you want it, baby, it’s yours. You wake up in the middle of the night and that greedy pussy of yours needs me, I’m there. You fucking climb on top of me and ride me until I wake up coming in your wet cunt.” He growls and my breath hitches as I pull my fingers away from my clit. “You come home from a long day of classes and I’m there waiting to slide my tongue through your wet slit.”

  “You’re going to be waiting for me when I get home from classes? Giving up saving the world, are we?”

  “For now.”

  We aren’t touching ourselves anymore, we’re just staring at each other, our eyes doing all the talking that our hearts still understand. I lay down, pulling the covers over me as a chill sets in and stare at the screen as he lays down to face his.

  “What is with you? You’ve checked your phone no less than twenty times since we sat down. I thought Whitney wasn’t getting home until tonight?” I pull my eyes away from my phone and they land on my younger brother who’s staring at the screen above us watching Sports Center. It’s been two days since I’ve seen Whitney in any capacity. I haven’t seen her face since we came together on FaceTime two fucking days ago and I was about to fucking lose it. Apparently, yesterday her infuriating ex-fiancé yes ex, I refuse to refer to him as her fiancé regardless of the fact that she hasn’t told him yet and his pain in the ass mother threw a fit to allow Whitney to stay the night with him last night which is fucked up. Who insists that his fiancée sleeps on an uncomfortable small hospital couch all night? I’d gotten a few texts from her assumedly when she’d go to the bathroom but she says that Parker has been clingier than usual and it’s made it hard for her to get away.

  That’s all about to fucking change when she gets home. “I haven’t fucking seen her. It’s been two days and I haven’t seen her. We haven’t Facetimed…” I ball my hands into fists and down the shot in front of me. “And she hasn’t told Parker it’s over.”

  “Well, no, obviously. Whitney has manners.” I hear a higher voice speak up from behind me and when I look to the side of me, I see Chloe dropping onto the bar stool next to Trey and planting a kiss on his cheek. “What would that look like breaking up with him while he’s still got a catheter in.” She scrunches her nose and pulls her sunglasses from over her eyes and pushes them into her hair before pulling off her leather jacket.

  Annoyance spikes in my veins. “Okay, why are you here?”

  “Hey.” Trey glares at me and punches me lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t start.”

  “Jacob, I’ve done you quite a few favors over the past few days and really the last few years if we’re getting technical. I could have told Uncle Kevin that you had spent the better part of two years violating his little princess when you fucked up and left her. But—”

  “Okay, babe?” Trey casts her a glance and shakes his head before wrapping his arm around her neck and pressing a kiss to her temple. “Not the time.”

  “I’m just saying, don’t get your panties all in a twist with me. I’ve been one of the few in your corner.” She flicks a blonde strand over her hair and waves at the bartender. “I’ll take whatever they’re drinking,” she says, pointing at the drinks in front of us.

  I swallow my annoyance at this whole situation. “Have you talked to her?”

  “Mmhmm.” She doesn’t offer up any information.

  “I just… what did she say? Has she mentioned saying anything to Parker? I just, want to know when the fuck I’m going to see her.”

  “You know you’re awfully concerned about her telling Parker when I don’t see you telling Uncle Kev and Aunt Michelle.” She eyes me over the beer the bartender places in front of her. Her green eyes narrowed into slits.

  “She said she wanted Parker to know first.”

  “But then she said you went all ‘I’ll tell them,’” she says in a deep voice as an attempt to imitate me. “Someone worried all of a sudden?”

  “I’m not worried, I just… it’s a big thing. Telling them this.”

  My phone vibrates with a text message and adrenaline kicks in when I see her name on the screen. My heart begins to race and I realize I’m nervous about what it could say. Her flight was canceled. They decided to stay longer. She changed her mind about everything.

  Fuck. I am losing it.

  Whitney: I’m coming home.

  I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

  Me: Thank God. When?

  Whitney: Now. And I’m alone.

  I immediately pick up the phone and slide off the bar stool to have some privacy.

  “Hi,” she says after only one ring.

  My fingers itch with anticipation of having her in my arms. My heart races as I think about pressing my lips to hers. My dick hardens that the thought of being inside her. How fucking soon? “When will you be here?”

  “I just got to the airport; I should be there around seven California time.” She sighs. “I cannot wait to get the fuck out of this state.”

  “What happened, baby?”

  “Parker needs to stay another day or two. They haven’t cleared him to fly and I can’t miss any more school. I’ve probably missed too much as it is,” she explains.

  “I’ll pick you up.”

  “Okay.” I want to ask her where she and Parker stand right now, but she sounds exhausted and like she’s on the verge of a breakdown and I don’t want to be the reason for it. “I haven’t told him. I just… I wanted to get away and get to you and maybe that makes me a terrible person. But I just told him I needed to get back for my exam tomorrow and he seemed to understand. I’m going to tell him, JP. I just didn’t know how to do it.”

  “I know, baby, it’s okay.” I can hear the anxiety in her voice and the fact that she’s getting even more worked up makes me want to do anything I can to calm her. “I know you will. Otherwise, it’ll be pretty awkward when you start preparing for our wedding,” I say in an attempt to lighten the mood.

  She gives me a weak laugh before she continues, “so I’ll see you at seven?”

  “I can’t wait to see you, baby. I hope you’re ready to get fucked hard,” I add, hoping that might help her attitude.

  “I am,” she responds without missing a beat before she hangs up the phone.

  “I’m sorry, did I hear you use the phrase ‘our wedding?’” Chloe asks as I sit back down and nod toward the bartender to bring me the check.

  I give her a pointed look. “I walked away for a reason, Chloe.”

  She waves me off as if to say so what? “She says you asked her to move in.” Trey’s eyes move from Chloe to me in an instant.

  His eyes are wide with intrigue but I can see a hint of happiness in them too. “Seriously?”

  “Yes.” I nod. “This is real. It was never not real. I’ve loved her for so long and I let fear of so many things get in the way of what I wanted. I’m not doing that to us again.”

  Chloe squeals and claps her hands together. “Okay, so if you’re talking about a wedding then there’s a ring? Tell me there’s a ring.”

  “Not yet. But there will be. Soon.”

  My thoughts drift back to the first time I had the very real thought that I could marry Whitney Monroe.