Jacy
I wanted him.
Oh, how I wanted him.
As I’d never craved a lover before, I needed Avery at that moment. I sweated for his touch, the press of his body against mine. I thrust my hips against his, feeling the hard knot within his trousers. Spreading my thighs, I encouraged him, demanded he spend his emotions within me.
Avery, his arm around my lower back, bent me over it. His hot lips, his devilish tongue, stroked between my breasts. I moaned in heat as he licked and sucked my flesh, nipping, biting, leaving marks that are hard to explain without blushing.
“Jacy,” he muttered, his voice thick. “I need you.”
“I’m here,” I said around my swollen tongue. “I’m here.”
I needed him as badly as he needed me. I might not know the cause, but I felt his turmoil. It roiled through me, him, like a thunderstorm. I craved the touch, the connection, of another person, as much as he did. I might die tomorrow, but at least I’d feel a human touch before that happened.
“Jacy. Jacy.”
Avery’s teeth nipped my throat even as his hand slid between the waistband of my jeans and my belly. I gasped as his fingers found my clit, toyed with it, brought a gush of my arousal into my panties. I lunged upward, his chest against mine, as he delved deeper, his middle finger searching my pussy. I clamped my lips onto his mouth, tasting him, loving him, needing him, even as his tongue tangled with mine.
His massive body rising, looming over me, Avery undressed me. His swift fingers nipped my jeans apart, shoved my shirt over my head. My panties shredded under his insistent hands. If I hadn’t slipped my jeans down, kicked them off, I’m sure he’d have shredded them as easily as my laced undies.
Naked before him, his hand swept from my boobs to my thighs. He slid down my body, his hands shoving my thighs even further from one another. I nearly yelled out as his tongue invaded my pussy, teasing my clit, my body responding to his remarkable tongue talents as they never had any previous lover.
“Stop,” I groaned, thrashing under him, my fingers tangled in his hair. “I’ll come. I’ll come.”
He ignored my request. His tongue delved deeper. I clamped my thighs to either side of his head, trapping him, forcing him to bring me to my climax.
“Stop,” I gasped, unable to handle the sheer forces that pulled me into their embrace. Never before had I orgasmed that hard. Not without a cock inside me. “Stop.”
He lifted his mouth, “Why?”
“Oh, God.”
“Can’t handle me?” He chuckled with an evil tone. “Just you wait, baby. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Nor had I.
He raised his body onto his arms, posed over mine. I gazed up at his leer, my body vulnerable to his invasion. I glanced down and I gulped, panicking, not sure that I could handle such a long and thick member.
Looked like he could read my mind. “I’ll be gentle,” he murmured, lowering his heavy body onto mine.
He was. Sort of.
When his thick, hard shaft thrust into me, I cried out. Both pleasure and pain accompanied his invasion, a burning sensation that quickly morphed into sheer erotic pleasure. He thrust in and out, gliding on my arousal, pinning me to the mattress as his mouth took mine, his tongue piercing my throat.
I moaned in sheer pleasure, my arousal growing, my needs rising. Tidal waves of sensations crashed over me. I gasped for breath, unable to collect a full breath as my orgasm quaked. My body shuddered under its force, claiming me, my nails dug deep into Avery’s shoulders as his cock spasmed deep with my body.
I felt his shaft burst.
His hot seed splashed deep into my womb.
A distant part of me realized the danger – he wore no condom. I wasn’t on birth control.
The other part of me exclaimed – woo, hoo! Live a little!
I wasn’t sure what part made the most sense.
He kissed my forehead and collapsed atop me, his shaft buried between my legs. His heavy breathing sounded loud in my ear. Sweat collected between us where our flesh came together, slicking and oiling us. I let my fingers dance along his spine, content to have his weight on me.
Avery lifted himself enough to smile into my eyes. “I could fall in love.”
I turned my face away. “Don’t.”
With a sigh, he rolled off me, but pulled me against his hard muscled belly and chest. His arm trapped me against him, yet I didn’t fight to escape his grasp. His legs covered mine, completely catching me against him.
“You’re running,” he whispered. “So am I. We can do this. If we stay together.”
Twisting my neck, I gazed into his eyes. “You’re sure?”
Avery bent to kiss me. “Yeah.”
I wiggled enough to set my back against his chest and stared into the darkness. “I’m not so sure.”
“Apart we’re weak,” he muttered, his lips against my neck. “Together? Shit. They don’t have a chance.”
“How can you be so sure?”
His breathy chuckle against my flesh made me shiver. “I’m sure, honey. Trust me.”
***
“Dad isn’t upset anymore.”
Declan made the comment from the table where he practiced his reading. Wendy and Peter tussled on the floor, while Max watched from the kitchen doorway. He’d overcome the worst of his anxiety over the cats, and I suspected he’d soon try to make friends. The kittens had long lost their fear of him, and they often stalked him in an attempt to play.
“No,” I said, making Declan’s lunch. “He’s much better.
So am I. There’s nothing like great sex to release the inner tensions and fears.
Of course, I still worried about what my presence in their lives might bring to them. I recalled the strange woman, her scrutiny, her pointed questions. Did she believe we lived in Bakersville and sent Carter or his goons searching for me there? Was she even certain I was the woman Carter sought?
I set Declan’s sandwich and chips in front of him, then poured his milk into his cup. The kittens instantly went on alert, and jumped into his lap, their inquisitive noses inspecting his lunch. Declan slyly tried to filch some turkey from between his bread slices.
“Uh, no,” I said firmly. “Put them down.”
Reluctant, Declan pushed the kittens off his legs. After two more tries, and failures, to gain a snack, Wendy and Peter sat on the floor, side by side, watching every morsel he ate. I chuckled under my breath.
“You can give them some turkey in their bowls,” I commented. “After you’re done. And Max gets some, too.”
“Okay.”
My confidence had returned. I felt that with Avery at my side, Carter and his goons couldn’t do a thing to harm me. Perhaps I should have pushed that confidence away, stayed on my guard. I didn’t. Instead, I cleaned the house while daydreaming of Avery.
He said he could fall in love. Maybe I can, too. He’s strong, yet kind, warm, humorous. A tried and true good guy. Humming while vacuuming, I recalled his love making, how well our bodies meshed together. How quickly and easily he’d brought me two orgasms. How well I’d slept in his arms the night before.
As though we were meant to be together.
Fated.
I ceased all thoughts of leaving Avery and Declan to run for Montana. Instead, I pondered fresh notions of staying, of making nightly love to Avery, perhaps have a kid of my own with him. Maybe two. I know Declan would love being an older brother. Even to half siblings.
But would Avery want more kids?
I suspected the answer to that was yes.
I heard the sound of Avery parking the car, and suddenly, sensations surged through my body. My face was definitely flushed. Was it because of last night? Was I still burning with the desire to be in his arms again?
When Avery walked in, he came straight to me and leaned in to kiss me—a long, slow, tender kiss filled with love. A warm glow bloomed from my core to my chest as we smiled into each other’s eyes. His hands settled on my hips, his body just an inch from mine. His trousers weren’t tented, but his desire was unmistakable.
Yeah. I could fall in love
“Dad.”
His kittens, meowing for their supper, trotted in his wake as Declan charged into the kitchen and jumped into Avery’s arms. Laughing, Avery noisily kissed his cheek, making Declan giggle.
“How’s your day, little man?” Avery asked, holding Declan easily in the crook of his massive arm.
“Okay.”
“Just okay?”
“I learned a new word today.”
“Cool. What word?”
“Um.” Declan rolled his eyes as he tried to remember. “Gorgeous.”
“Ah.” Avery shot me a sly glance. “As in, ‘Jacy is gorgeous’?”
“Yeah.”
My skin heated in an obnoxious blush. “That’s enough, you two. Declan, go feed your cats and dog. Avery, wash up.”
I prepared spaghetti for dinner and then sat on the couch, scrolling through social media as I waited for Avery to join me.
He walked in wearing pajama pants and a white sleeveless shirt, giving a perfect view of his strong torso. His damp hair looked incredible against his model-like face. I hoped he didn’t notice me scanning every inch of his body with my eyes.
As the three of us sat at the dinner table, I couldn’t stop glancing at Avery—and it didn’t seem like he was growing tired of looking at me either. While Declan and Avery chatted away, I kept stealing glances, my mind constantly drifting back to last night.
That funky, warm glow never left me.
After dinner, I curled up on the couch, trying to shake off the memory of what had happened between us. Then suddenly, Avery sat beside me and slipped his arm around my shoulders.
“Share my bed tonight?” he whispered, while Declan played a game of keep-away with the kittens on the floor.
I looked away, not wanting him to see my blushing face. But he pulled me closer, tucking me under his arm, and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I rested my head on his shoulder.
Together, we watched Declan giggle as the kittens leaped for the feather toy in his small hand. Somehow, I knew that if Declan understood the affection growing between Avery and me, he’d wholeheartedly approve.
***
Deeply asleep, hours before the dawn, we both woke to Max’s savage barking. Instantly alert, my heart racing, I heard/saw Avery climb swiftly out of bed and don a pair of jeans. The barking drove me out from under the covers, seizing a shirt even as Avery lunged from the bedroom.
“Dad?”
Declan’s frightened voice rose over Max’s noise. Rather than answer him, Avery snapped on the hall light before charging headlong down the stairs. “Stay with Declan,” he ordered.
Suddenly, Max’s barking ceased after a sharp yelp of pain. Declan joined me at the door, near tears, as he hugged me around my waist.
“What’s happening?” he whispered.
“What’d you do to my dog?” Avery screamed.
I heard Avery say, “fucker,” then a strange eerie silence.
“I don’t know,” I said, “but I’m gonna find out. Go to your room and stay there.”