Page 42 of One Love

“Oh yeah? And what’s that, pray tell?”

This is turning her on, I can smell her pussy and it’s only making me harder by the second. My little demon craves the push and pull, the levity and the darkness. Not only does she want it but she needs it to keep her balance in this fucked up world.

“You and me, we’re happening.” My mouth latches on to the soft, pliable flesh of her neck and I suck on it, flicking my tongue then sucking even harder, knowing damn well I’ll be leaving a little present to remind her I was here. “You may not see it right now, Jordyn, because you’re hurting and you’ve got shit going on, but…” I bite her neck this time and revel at the sight of my teeth marks marring the perfection that is her skin. “Do not ever disregard this thing between us. I will have you because I’ve been in love with you since day one.”

We are locked in a stare down, her ocean-blue eyes searching mine, and I can see the sadness, the loss, the confusion that she hides on a daily basis. Somewhere deep inside her is that scared teenage girl who lost her parents in the most tragic of ways. She hasn’t told me the story herself but from the pieces I’ve gathered and the rumors I’ve heard, I have no doubt it was traumatizing.

For a brief second, her armor falls, her muscles relax and a tear falls from one eye. Pressing her against the refrigerator where the humming of the motor is the only sound besides our heavy breaths, I whisper, “Can you feel it?” In another moment, she would have cracked a joke about my hard dick pressing against her, but this isn’t about that.

This moment is about her knowing I’m not going anywhere. No matter the time it takes for us to jump in feet first, we are inevitable.

“Murph is dead because of me. Hallie lost the only parent she grew up with. It doesn’t matter how you feel, Dmitry. It doesn’t matter how good you makemefeel. This guilt festering inside me is like a flesh-eating amoeba devouring my humanity one cell at a time. I don’t have the will to fight it because I deserve this agony.” It’s the first time I’ve seen J vulnerable, the first time she’s let down her walls and spoken her truth. And my fucking God, she’s magnificent when she’s honest and completely naked of all pretenses.

Pushing her chin up with the crook of my hand between the thumb and forefinger, I force her head up so all she sees is me.

“Then I’ll fight for us both. I’ll hand you the sword when it’s time for you to slay your dragons then wash the blood from your body.” The silence that follows my words is deafening, reminding me that no matter what I’m sure about, ultimately, this is all her decision to make.

When I feel her finger tracing the now-healing letter J that she carved into my sternum just three days ago, I smile to myself. In these quiet moments, she opens up without even realizing it.

“It’s healing.” Soft words caress my skin.

“It is.” And that’s all we need to say.

A half a second after J blinks, we are on each other. The poor excuse for a towel drops to the floor when her legs wrap around my waist and my hands cup both of her ass cheeks.Our mouths come crashing together like two armies in a battle led by Napoleon. It’s ruthless and long, saying so much without uttering a single word.

Reaching down with one hand, J pushes my sweats down just enough to get my dick out, the pad of her thumb running softly against the head of my cock. I swallow my own gasp as I deepen our kiss and chase her touch by thrusting my hips forward.

It doesn’t take me long to get my cock inside her, and when I do, I go deep. I pull her down on me by the handfuls of her ass, never missing a beat in our kiss. This is the first time we’re not fucking out of anger or frustration. We’re fucking because this thing between us is an entity of its own and it will never go away.

It can’t. It’s too strong.

“Fuck! Yes!” I hear a phone ring in the distance but it’s no match for my heart beating in time with J’s.

Every time I thrust into her, the fridge moves, bumping into the wall and making whatever it is she’s got on top move and wobble. We’re too far gone to actually care, our lips and teeth moving in a choreographed dance, nipping and sucking and licking at every turn.

The phone rings again and this time I feel J pause for a brief second, but the haze of lust is too great for us to stop. My groin is rubbing against her clit every time I slam home and my entire body shakes with the need to come inside her.

Hips pistoning, bodies slapping, we are frantic with every move we make. I’m afraid my legs won’t hold so I pivot just right and sit her on top of the kitchen counter. At this angle, I lose all semblance of control as I fuck the vulnerability and the doubt right out of her. Her cries echo in the small space while my grunts sound more and more animalistic.

When J hooks her arm around my neck and brings her mouth to my collar bone, biting down hard, she frees us both of this pressure we’ve been building.

We both come in sync, her slick walls soaking my cock as I fill her up with my cum. Streak after blissful streak I pour into her and imagine her pussy wide open, leaking out from how well I filled her up.

Panting and sweating, we look deep inside each other, knowing damn well this was something more. Something meaningful.

The phone rings again and the moment is shattered.

“I have to get that.”

The Shadow is back and my soul sighs. It’s okay though, this was progress.

I serve us breakfast on the plates and pour orange juice as I listen to J talk with her daughter. Her voice is unique when she speaks with Hallie. It takes on an airy feel, like she knows Hallie needs to be reassured that everything here is going okay.

Their conversations are always short since she calls behind her grandparents’ backs between the time she arrives at school and the bell for first period.

“What do you mean?” That airy tone is now ice, which makes the hairs on my arms stand to attention. “No, Hals, they never liked me. Yeah, okay. Okay. Bye, Kid. Love you too.” As soon as she ends the call, she’s back in the kitchen, picking up her towel and wrapping it around her torso.

“Problem?” I bring a piece of toast to her mouth and smile when she opens wide and bites down with gusto.

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