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CHAPTER

TWENTY-SEVEN

Fable

I feel like an exposed live wire.

Electrified, vulnerable, and powerful.

For so long, I thought I could never experience real intimacy, truly get off, but that’s not right. I’m still shaking, my body flushed from head to toe as I stretch along my sheets like a fat cat. Between my legs, I ache in all the right ways. My breasts are tender, my mouth swollen, and my brain is still fuzzy with lust. I’m a thousand percent sure I came more in three hours with Jett than I have in years. My eyes burn with unshed tears, and my nose tingles as I revel in how good my body feels.

For so long, I thought I was broken.

I thought I would never experience what is written in books and portrayed in movies.

I convinced myself it wasn’t in the cards for me to have that ultimate connection with someone who could make me feel so alive.

But I can have it.

I’m not broken. There is nothing wrong with my body; it was just waiting for Jett Cook.

When he steps to the side of the bed, I look up at him in awe. He’s naked, his body on full display for my hungry eyes. He has tattoos along his thighs and legs that match his chest, and between his legs, his cock hangs proud and thick. My mouth waters at the sight, and when I meet his gaze, it’s playful.

I run my hand up the back of his thigh as he teases, “See something you like?”

I flash him a sneaky grin as I take the water bottle he holds out for me. “Sure do.”

He sits down, and I curve my body around him after taking a long pull of the water. He cups my neck, his other hand stealing the water from me and taking his own sip. I see such peace on his sweet face as he whispers, “So do I.”

I get lost in his reverent gaze. He made me feel so much. My whole body caught fire for him and only him. I have been with eight men in my thirty-eight years, and none of them brought me to life the way he has. His touch was so gentle but needy, his eyes never leaving mine for long. And how he checked in on me…? Kept me in the moment…? I have never experienced something like that, and I want more. I want him. My eyes flood with tears as the emotions hit me from all angles. For so long, I thought I was the problem. I never allowed myself to live in the moment because I thought I couldn’t.

When my tears spill over, Jett’s face scrunches up before he brushes my tears away. “Princess, what’s going on? Are you sore? Do you need ibuprofen?” I probably do after the anaconda he’s packing, but that’s not what has me crying. His eyes search mine as I hiccup a sob. “I’ve got my umbrella, Fable. Unload on me.”

Another sob falls from my lips as I lean into his hand. He bends down, pressing his head to mine, and he holds me as my body shakes with sobs. My mind is firing off like mad, going through each of my past relationships and hookups. How they never took the time or effort that Jett has. How when I couldn’t get off or enjoy it as they plowed into me, they said it was my fault. I went twenty years believing I was the problem, and I’m not.

At least, not in his eyes.

Through my tears, I meet his gaze and whisper, “Thank you.”

His brows pull together, his lips turning down as he strokes my cheek. “For what?”

My lip trembles, and I take a deep breath through my nose. As I let it out, he waits patiently, still stroking his thumb along my cheek. My voice is small, full of shame, as I tell him, “For showing me that I can enjoy sex.”

I can tell he tries to hide the shock that comes over his face, but I know this man. His eyes widen just a fraction, his lips parting ever so slightly, and his thumb shakes against my cheek but continues to stroke me. He doesn’t know what to say, so I save him by continuing. “I have gone the last twenty years thinking sex wasn’t for me. I’d hear how great it is, watch porn, and wonder why I couldn’t get into it like the women always did. I’d read these books full of pure, raw attraction between two people. Read about their need and inability to keep their hands off each other and wonder why I never felt that for anyone.”

Jett is quiet, his eyes intent on mine, and I feel so exposed under his gaze. I try to look away, but he grips my face and demands, “Eyes on me. I want to see everything. Don’t hide.”

My lips tremble, and more tears fall from my eyes, running down my nose. “Jett,” I whisper, and he strokes my cheek once more.

“I’m here, Fable.”

I don’t dare look away as I put my feelings into words. “I have been blamed and made fun of because I couldn’t get wet for guys. They’d try to get me off with their fingers, and when they couldn’t, they’d give up and then convince me that once they were inside me, I’d enjoy it. I never did,” I say, my voice shaky. “I’d just lie there, deciding how I wanted to decorate my planner or wondering what I’d watch next on Hulu. I never enjoyed it, and I just felt like I was a hole to them.”

Jett’s eyes turn black as his face morphs into pure fury. “They fucked you, even knowing you weren’t into it?” I nod, and his glare deepens. “That’s not fucking okay, Fable.”

“I know,” I whisper. “But I felt like I had to do it because maybe I’d start to like it. My last boyfriend had a hard time getting it up, so we’d only have sex once a month. And every time, he’d be so into it, and I’d just stare at him, wondering when he’d be done.”

Jett’s not trying to hide how he feels now. His body is shaking, his thumb pressing into my cheek as he gazes down at me. “That is bullshit,” he grits out, and if I didn’t know him, I’d be scared of how pissed he is.

I chew on the inside of my cheek and then admit, “When my ex broke up with me, he told me I have all these tattoos and piercings, yet I don’t like sex. I got them to make sure I could feel down there. I had hope that I wasn’t broken, that I could feel the joys of sex, and now I know that I didn’t have to do any of that. I just needed to be with you.”

While I can tell he’s still fuming, his gaze turns tender as he holds me close. “I can’t believe you went through that, Fable. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You are perfect.”

I shake my head. “No. My therapist says I’m asexual?—”

“I don’t even know what that is, but I don’t fucking care,” he snaps, cutting me off. “What did I tell you? These labels are shit. They are unnecessary. You’re you. You’re enough. You’re perfect.”

My lips tremble again, more tears streaming down my face. “I feel that when you look at me.”

“Because it’s true,” he says with so much conviction I couldn’t deny his truth if I tried. “I can say this and know I’m right, because the guys you let touch you weren’t men. No man would allow the woman he was with to lie there and take what he was giving, knowing she wasn’t enjoying it. That’s insane and pisses me the fuck off.” He moves then, covering my body with his. His hips nestle right between my thighs, his cock semi-hard against my soft center. “I’m so sorry you went through that, Fable.”

“It’s not your fault.”

He searches my gaze, and I almost feel like he blames himself. Why? That’s insane. His eyes fall to my lips then lift back to my eyes, and my body burns for him. He looks at me with so much need and longing that I find it hard to breathe under his intense gaze. He trails his thumb along my lip. “For me, your pleasure is my pleasure. I can’t get off unless you do. I won’t enjoy it unless I see at least one smile, hear three whines, and my name being chanted by those sweet lips.” When another tear slides down my cheek, he captures it with his tongue, and heat rushes between my legs. “I won’t ever slide between these sexy legs just to get off. No, if I’m between these legs, it’s to have you screaming my name and coming on my cock so that I can follow right along with you.” I blink back the tears, and he’s there to catch the ones that fall. “But if, at any time, you don’t want or need it, I’m fine with that, Fable. I just want you.”

His words shock me, and my mouth falls open. Incredulously, I insist, “Jett, come on. You exude sex?—”

“I have a hand and, now, a great spank bank after the ways I just took you.” He waggles his brows, and my face explodes in delight. My cheeks hurt from how wide I’m smiling at him, and the sweet look in his eyes tells me he loves it. His voice is soft, a bit shaky, as he says, “I’m not here because I want to fuck you. I mean, I do, basically all the time, but I’m here because you’re important to me.”

I swallow past the lump in my throat as I blink the tears away. “You’re important to me.” He always has been, and I think I always knew that, but I allowed his walking away to hurt me. Unlike how it is now, I couldn’t just pick up the phone and text or FaceTime him. I had to write letters, and back then, I was too scared of the rejection or the unknown. I wouldn’t know if he hadn’t gotten the letter or if he was ignoring me, so I just didn’t send one. I didn’t pick up the phone to call, hoping he’d answer his home phone. Then when he went to college, I had no way of getting ahold of him.

I wish I had tried.

I hold his gaze as I vow, “I want to be everything you need. And I know sex is important.”

He leans in, his lips moving against mine as he whispers, “Sex isn’t everything, Fable. But you are.”

This man. I cup his face in my hands, pressing my nose to his. “Jett,” I whisper, his name a plea on my lips. “You’ll never realize how much those words mean to me, but what I’m trying to tell you is that I want it all with you.”

Surprise flickers in his eyes before he presses his mouth to mine. “You can have it,” he says, his lips warm. “I’m yours, Fable.”

Our lips meet then, in such a heat-fueled kiss that my mind is on nothing but him. How he holds me, how he feels between my legs, and how thick his cock is against my clit. His lips devour mine, his tongue pressing into my lips for access, and I gladly open for him. Our tongues meet, and I moan into his mouth as he starts to rock his hips. His cock slides along my clit, pressing into my hood piercing, and I swear I see stars. Jett grinds his hard shaft against me as our mouths move together with feverish need. I tear my mouth from his, moaning loudly at how fucking good it feels.

“Jett, please,” I whine, arching up to meet his thick cock. “You are so good at making me come.”

He trails his lips down my jaw, sucking and licking while he continues to grind against my clit. I’m trembling as his lips move to my ear. He nibbles on my lobe until I’m basically panting. He whispers, “Come for me, princess. Give me all your pleasure so I can bury my cock in your sweet pussy and make you scream for me again.”

Yup, I detonate.

And he doesn’t let up. I’m a thrashing mess as he continues to slide his cock along my clit while I come so damn hard, I’m pretty sure time stops. I feel his smirk against my ear as he moves his hand between us, lining himself up and filling me in one hard thrust. My legs wrap around his waist instantly, and I tip my hips so he’ll go deeper. His smirk falls as he groans loudly in my ear, setting me on fire.

“You feel so damn good,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.

“More,” I beg, and then he’s rolling over so that I’m on top. I blink, surprised, as he sits up, carrying us until his back hits the headboard of my bed. I swear he goes deeper, and I cry out at how full I am.

“Yes,” I moan, and he grins as he kneads his fingers into my hips. “I’ve always wanted to do it this way.” His eyes flash with anger as he digs his fingers into my flesh. I don’t want to explain that no one ever wanted me on top. I’m sure that’d piss him off, so I don’t tell him. Instead, I slide up his cock and then back down, seeing his mouth fall open on a moan. My fourchette piercing drags along his cock and forces a desperate moan to leave my lips. “And I love that you’re the one to fuck me like this.”

In this position, our eyes are level, and his are unrelenting as he slides me up his thick shaft. I feel him everywhere, and I want to close my eyes, but I just love the look on his face. His words are dark, throaty, as he asks, “In sync? I want you with me, not in the past.”

I nod. “In sync, with you. Only you,” I groan as he brings me down hard on his cock. My tits bounce, and he leans in, sucking on my peaks as he guides me up and down with ease. As if I weigh what I did at eighteen. He makes me feel so small, so protected, and it’s exhilarating.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he hums as his thrusts become a bit jerky. “I want you to stay full of my come, Fable. All the fucking time and only think of me.”

“Yes!” I cry out, my body squeezing his. “Please.”

He growls so deeply, I feel his chest vibrating as his thrusts become frantic. “You have the best pussy, princess. And it’s all mine.”

“Yours,” I agree, my whole body jiggling as he fucks me harder than ever. He spreads my ass cheeks apart, and the stretch has me coming out of nowhere. I scream his name as I clench around him so tight he has to pause.

“Fuck,” he moans, pulling at my ass cheeks while his hot come fills me up. I jerk against him, milking him as I ride out the waves of pleasure only he can bring me. We’re both panting as I drop my head to his, and he wraps his arms around my middle. Our hearts pound as one as I breathe him in, loving everything he makes me feel.

And I realize… I’m falling deeply in love with him.

Before my brain can take that confession and turn it to shit, convincing me that I’m come-drunk and on a high since he is the only man who can bring me pleasure, I press my lips to his. I need the connection only he can give me. A connection that shuts off my brain so I can focus exclusively on him. Our kiss is slow, tender, and everything I need. I can’t let myself ruin this.

I feel deeply for him.

And not even I can change my mind.