Her eyes widen. “You mean…”

  “Not breaking up, baby. I just mean so we don’t have to tell so many lies about our whereabouts and what we’re doing.”

  She sighs and I can tell she’s not into the idea. That makes two of us, but I wasn’t about to sacrifice her inner peace for orgasms. Hers or mine. “You’re right. As much as it pains me to say it, maybe we shouldn’t.”

  “After tonight,” I add and a smile finds her face.

  I’m pounding into her gorgeous body from behind as she’s on all fours in front of me on my bed. The bed banging against the wall with each thrust mixes with the sounds of our flesh slapping together and it makes me even harder. I have her hair pulled into a makeshift ponytail and my grip tightens with each thrust. I dropped her off at home so she could get her car and come here just as we’d planned.

  “Fuck. You’re going to make me come,” I grit out as I fuck her harder, rutting into her harder than I did the last time we had sex. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.” My voice is strained, feeling so close to the edge and ready to empty my dick inside her.

  “Jacob,” she moans as I begin to fuck her harder, my nails digging into her hips as I begin to pound faster. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  I’m pulling her onto my dick harder each time and she clamps down around me each time I bottom out inside of her. We’d forgone condoms this time after she’d surprised me by telling me she took a pregnancy test while she was at the hospital that came back negative.

  She grabs a pillow, putting it in her mouth and biting down and I hear a muffled moan escape her. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You look so good taking my dick, baby. Fuck. Your pussy is soaking me. I’m going to fuck you until you come all over daddy’s cock. Fuckkkk,” I groan.

  I pull out of her, feeling my orgasm near but not wanting it to be over and she whines at the loss of contact when I flip her over and put my face between her legs. She’s already wet, but I want her wetter and she loves it when I do it, so I spit on her pussy. She gasps and bites down on that plump lip just as her sex clenches.

  I press my lips to her sex eating her hungrily, tasting the mixture of her cunt and the precum that leaked into her while I was fucking her. I look up at her and as our eyes lock. “Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” I tell her. I lick her obscenely, the noises that her pussy and my mouth make is erotic and sexy and makes my dick even harder. She finds my hands instantly gripping them in hers and tugging on me gently.

  “You want to kiss me while I’m inside you? You want to taste your pussy that’s still on my tongue?”

  She nods and I reluctantly pull my lips off of her sweet clit and move up her body, dragging my mouth along every body part I pass on the way before finding her lips and sliding my tongue between them just as I push my dick inside of her. I begin driving into her, pushing myself as far into her as I can go as her nails drag down my back.

  “You feel so fucking good.” I drop my head into her neck as I push all the way into her slowly. “So beautiful,” I murmur in her ear.

  “Oh my God, JP. Please. Please make me come, daddy.” She moans low in my ear and it makes my cock throb harder inside of her hearing her beg for her orgasm.

  “I want to get you pregnant,” I tell her as the need to have her in every way possible including as the mother of my children pulls me under what feels like a tidal wave.

  She gasps, and she squeezes my dick. I chuckle at her response. “I want it too.”

  “The second I fucking can.”

  “Please,” she whimpers.

  “Fuck,” I whisper in her ear as pleas and whimpers leave her lips letting me know her climax is looming. “This has been what’s been missing. You were the missing piece.”

  “JP.”

  I stop thrusting, I just hold myself inside of her, my dick pulsing with the need for its orgasm as I stare into her brown eyes. I study her face, her cheeks, her nose, the way her lips form such a perfect pink pout. Her tongue peeks out as she stares up at me with that look that made me believe she was sharing my exact thoughts. “I love you, Whitney.”

  Three Years Ago:

  The alarm blares through my room and I sit up wishing like hell I hadn’t decided to go into work at four a.m. today after coming off a twenty-hour shift. I was still exhausted and I spent half the night dreaming of teary brown eyes begging me not to leave her. I’d been in Mexico for less than a week and I was already feeling the absence of Whitney with every move I made. My neck and back ached from the constant tension in my bones, I’ve had an ongoing headache probably brought on by stress and my heart ached every time I thought about her. So did my dick for that matter. I thought about her in the mornings, the afternoons, the evenings, every free second I had when I’d normally reach to text her. To be fair, she had been in contact several times but I hadn’t answered. It was killing me not to respond, but I needed to be strong for her. For me. I left and I needed her to try to move on.

  Part of me wanted to call her. Text her. Fly home and show up at her doorstep on my knees and beg for her forgiveness. I was in love with her but I didn’t know how we could move forward. Her parents wouldn’t understand. Hell, I barely understood. A relationship that blossomed out of eighteen years of pure innocence?

  I look at the text she’d sent just a few hours ago, making me believe she might be drunk again. I wince thinking about the fact that she’s soaking her liver in vodka and whatever else as an escape from the pain she’s in that I caused.

  Whitney: I miss you so much. Please promise me you’ll come back to me one day. Whenever you do, I’ll be ready. I will always love you.

  Five Years Ago

  I roll over on my stomach and let out a groan trying to shield my eyes from the light pouring in through my curtains. I was pretty hungover but the pounding behind my eyes was no match for the humming between my legs. I sit up in bed, my mouth falling open as all the memories come flooding back about JP.

  Holy shit.

  I touch my lips. My very swollen lips that JP had kissed last night. I drag my fingertips over them and down my neck, between my breasts and down to the space between my legs that was still wet. We hadn’t gone farther than dry humping on my couch, even though I pressed for more. But the kiss he gave me before he sent me upstairs had so much promise in it. The promise for more. The promise for everything.

  I’d had a crush on Jacob since I turned fourteen and he’d gone on vacation with us to the Bahamas. A lot of time with a tanned, shirtless Jacob had turned me into a lovesick teenager and it only got worse as I got older. When I was fifteen, I began to fantasize about him. When I was sixteen, I thought about him when I touched myself. When I was seventeen, I’d drunk text him but I was always too scared even in my drunken mind to cross that line. I’d type out the words. ‘I want you’ over and over before deleting them. And then last night, I finally did it.

  I grab my phone prepared to text him even though it’s eight in the morning and I’m shocked to see he already has.

  JP: How are you feeling?

  It’s a loaded question. Is he asking about the potential hangover I have? Or about what we did last night? Probably both.

  Me: A little hungover but amazing.

  JP: Drink some water. I’m still downstairs, do you want to go get some breakfast? And talk?

  Me: Yes please.

  JP: Ten minutes.

  I get dressed quickly, brushing my teeth, running a brush through my hair and applying some concealer and mascara so I’m not looking like an actual train wreck before I tiptoe down the stairs careful not to wake anyone in my house. It’s not strange that JP and I are getting breakfast together alone but I didn’t want anyone to wake up and have them invite themselves to go with us, disallowing us any privacy. We needed to talk and I needed to come again. Fingers crossed on the latter.

  As soon as we’re in his car, I don’t waste a second before I break the tension. “So about last night…” I look over at him and I honestly wish I hadn’t because I get caught up in how unbelievably gorgeous he looks. He’s wearing different sweatpants than he did last night, my guess for obvious reasons, a black T-shirt and a black baseball hat worn to the front making him look at least ten years younger. His biceps flex under the shirt and I see those familiar tattoos peeking under the sleeve. I reach out to drag my fingertips over the familiar numbers. My birthday. His muscles tighten and I smile at the thought that I affect him so much. JP had tattoos of both Mason and my birthdays that he’d gotten right after we were born and that fact hits me harder than it usually does.

  “What about it?” He looks over at me and I can see a smile pulling at his lips but he doesn’t say anything else.

  “I liked it.”

  He doesn’t say anything for a minute; he just continues to drive. “So did I.” My cheeks heat and I resist the urge to squeal because Oh. My. God. What does this mean? “It doesn’t mean I think we should do it again.”

  Fuck. And just like that, the excitement leaves me and I’m flooded with rejection and annoyance. “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

  His hand grabs mine for a second but he drops it just as quickly, probably thinking he shouldn’t touch me at all right now. “No, of course not. You did everything right. Fucking too right. It’s my fault. I knew better and… I shouldn’t have touched you like that.”

  “JP…” I turn toward him and cock my head to the side.

  “I’m your godfather, Whitney. I was there the day you were born. I was there for so many of your firsts. I can’t be this person.”

  “Why?”

  “You know why.”

  “I know why in theory but… didn’t you see how right that felt?”

  “Do you know how this looks?” he answers without responding to my question.

  “Do you care?”

  He shoots me a shocked look before turning his gaze back to the road. “What your parents think? Yes.”

  “I wasn’t suggesting we tell them.” I roll my eyes and prop my feet up on his dashboard. “I’m going to college in the fall.” I shrug. “Everyone goes a little crazy the summer before college. I want to have some fun. It’s not a big deal.” I try to appear as unfazed as possible at the idea of going down this road with JP but truthfully, I was freaking the fuck out.

  “You told me you had feelings for me, Whit. That’s not just fun. I don’t want to fuck our whole relationship up more than it probably already is.”

  “You could never fuck things up with me, JP. Even if we don’t go back down this road. Or if… hopefully,” I poke his cheek, looking for that dimple that makes me melt and sure enough, he smiles and it pops out. “We do. It wouldn’t ruin anything between you and me.” He doesn’t say anything, he just continues to look straight ahead as he pulls into the parking lot of the small coffee house that serves the best breakfast sandwiches in town. “Didn’t you like kissing me?”

  “Too fucking much. I can’t get it out of my head. Or your body on top of me, humping me.” He rubs his forehead. “How did we… Where did you…” He rubs his forehead before looking over at me. He unashamedly runs his gaze over my bare legs and up to my face meeting my eyes. “You are unbelievably sexy, Whitney.”

  I beam under his praise. “Thank you.”

  “And I just don’t know where that came from. How you went from this young girl who I used to drive to soccer practice and pick up from school when your parents were out of town to this.” He sighs. “I sat awake last night actively telling myself not to text you to come back down.”

  “I would have come running.” I look up through the sunroof of the car and up into the clear, bright sky. “Pun intended?”

  He chuckles and shakes his head before putting the car in park and turning it off. “What am I going to do with you?” I start to respond with something cheeky and flirty when he puts a hand up. “Do not answer that.” He stares out the window, his face getting more serious before he starts to speak. “In all honesty, how did this happen? These feelings for me? Did I do something? I swear I—”

  “No, Jacob…” I say, the word feeling foreign as I’ve always called him JP. “It just happened.” I contort my lips trying to prevent myself from tearing up. “You just always looked out for me. You were always there in ways my dad and my brother weren’t. You were the person I could talk to. The person I could be myself with, tell my thoughts and feelings and fears to and you never judged me or made me feel bad about anything. You were always the one person I knew I could count on, and also the one that would never ground me. So, you were different than my parents even though you all seemed to think you were.” I roll my eyes. “I know it’s big, JP and I totally understand if you can’t or don’t want to.”

  He’s still staring straight ahead, not looking at me even as he begins speaking. “I fucking want to. It’s unbelievable that you, of all women, do this to me. That last night happened and all I can think about is doing it again.” He finally turns his gaze to me and grabs my face with his large hand. “We’ll take it slow.” He rubs his nose across mine once. “Very slow.”

  I smile just before he presses his lips to mine gently.

  Two weeks later, I lost my virginity to Jacob Price.

  I’m staring at Jacob as he sleeps soundly on his stomach with both hands under his pillow facing me and I can’t help but study him. He’s got a bit more stubble, probably meaning he didn’t shave yesterday which feels amazing between my legs so I’m not complaining. His lips are slightly parted and his soft breathing seems to calm me. His wavy brown hair is messy and sexy definitely from my incessant pulling last night and I drag my fingers through his strands. I stroke his forehead, trying to rid the worry lines that seem to be forming in his sleep. I press a kiss there and then to his temple. The one cheek I can access. The tip of his nose. I brush my lips against his as best I can and then he moans and pulls me closer to him. We are both completely naked so I rub against his cock as he pulls us closer and I whimper when I feel him hardening against my leg.

  His eyes open slowly and a sleepy smile finds his face when he sees me looking back at him and pulls me deeper into his arms. “I want to wake up to this face every day for the rest of my life.”

  I melt. “Me too.” I rub my nose down his neck and press my face into the space where his neck meets his shoulder. I inhale his manly scent and let out a sigh. “I want to stay in this bed with you forever and hide out from everyone.”

  He pulls back to make me look at him, stroking my face with one hand. “We can’t hide anymore.”

  “I know. I just feel like hell is about to break loose.”

  He sits up and pulls me up with him and brings me into his lap. “Hey, everything is going to be okay.” He presses his forehead against mine. “It’s going to be you and me in the end.”

  “You and me,” I repeat.

  I finally left the safety and comfort of Jacob’s bed to go to class a few hours later with the promise to return later that night. It’s around five o’clock that evening when I get back to my house. I’m planning to change and drop off my things before leaving to meet Chloe, Trey, and Jacob for dinner. I had finished my paper earlier today and turned it in and managed to take my midterm and despite the tumultuous current state of my life, I was able to focus for the ninety-minute exam. My phone begins to vibrate just as I’m walking into the house and I know without looking that it’s Jacob wanting to know how the rest of my day went and what time he should expect me at his house. My finger hovers over the button to accept the call when the sound of the television in my living room catches my attention.

  I walk into the living room and my eyes widen when I see Parker lying on the couch under a blanket and surrounded by mountains of pillows. He’s wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with his hood pulled up over his head making him look younger than usual. Almost like a teenager that’s home from school because he’s sick with the flu. Snacks and drinks cover the coffee table and I wonder if his mother has already made a trip to the store for him. I look from the television to him and back again in shock that he’d flown back without even telling me that he’d been discharged.

  “You’re here?” It’s a statement but I know it comes out more like a question as my eyes blink several times. Am I hallucinating?

  “Nice to see you too, dear,” he jokes before holding up the remote to mute the sound. “I got home about an hour ago, Mom went to the hotel.”

  Wow, I’m shocked she didn’t insist on staying here.

  “She didn’t want to step on your toes by staying here.” He rolls his eyes and I frown like I’m the difficult one.

  “She wouldn’t be.”

  “Oh, come on, Whit, she knows you don’t like her.”

  “What! She doesn’t like me. I… have no problems except for the fact that she hates me and wishes you were with your ex-girlfriend and I even try to be cordial in spite of that!” I shake my head, not wanting to go down the road of his mother again when there are bigger things here. “But that is not the point here. You’re home? I mean… why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I could have picked you up from the airport or…” Not made plans to meet up with Jacob.

  He shrugs as if not knowing my injured fiancé was flying home today after being in the hospital the last few days was not a big deal. “I knew you had class and a lot on your plate today.” He drags a hand through his brown hair. “I thought you’d be happier to see me to be honest. Are you going to kiss me or what?”

  Awesome.

  I give him a weak smile and make my way over to the couch prepared to give him a short kiss. Guilt flashes through me and I feel lightheaded at the thought of kissing someone else after the last few days with Jacob, even if that person is my fiancé.

  Wait. I should just… do this now. I drop to the love seat and stare at Parker. He wasn’t a bad person. He’d been kind to me and while I didn’t feel the same things that I felt with Jacob, I had cared for him. You never expect the person you meet after the relationship that breaks you to compare. Nothing could have compared to Jacob. No one could measure up. He’d set the bar so high leaving impossible shoes to fill.