Page 76 of Everything We Left Unsaid

Abby

I listen atthe doorway to Chloe’s room in the cabin as Jacob finishes her bedtime story. He insisted on being the one to tuck her in tonight since I get to do it all the time. My heart soared at his willingness and even excitement over doing these mundane, everyday tasks with Chloe. It makes me love him even more when I didn’t believe that was possible.

After dinner, Jacob and I took Chloe to see a movie, allowing her to eat popcorn and candy. She was in seventh heaven since I usually limit her screen time and rarely let her eat junk food. Today was full of fun and treats for her. I’m surprised she was willing to go to bed before midnight. It was almost dark by the time our movie was over, so we stopped at the grocery store for a few things and headed back to the cabin.

When Jacob’s voice finally trails off, signaling that Chloe has fallen asleep, I creep away from the door and lean against the wall opposite her bedroom, waiting for him. A grin splits his face when he notices me, but falls slightly when he takes in my appearance. I’ve changed into a pair of yoga shorts and a snug fitting tank with no bra. My face is serious. No playful, flirty smiles like he’s used to receiving. My chest rises and falls rapidly as his eyes flare, landing on my tightening nipples. I wear my need like a billboard sign advertising how hot I am for him.

I push off the wall and he steps toward me, his expression mirroring mine. We collide, our lips crashing together and parting, hands pulling at each other’s clothes. He lifts me into the air and my legs automatically wrap around his torso. We’ve done this dance before; muscle memory kicks in and reminds our bodies what the other needs.

Once inside our room, he closes the door and presses me against it. My favorite position. I love the strength and control he exhibits when we’re like this. His strong body supports my weight with ease, yet he still leads our actions, unfazed by the weight of my body in his arms. My arms lock around his head as his mouth crashes against mine over and over again. Long, hard steel digs into my center and I flex my hips, searching for release. He growls against my mouth, voicing his approval. Pulling me from the door, he turns and tosses me onto the bed and crawls toward me, a predator ready to pounce.

He grasps my ankles and yanks, pulling me back down the bed and flattening me on my back. My shorts are tugged down my legs and his mouth is on me in a flash. Shit. This wasn’t part of my plan. I was going to pleasure him, but oh my, how plans have changed. My mind short circuits when he takes my clit between his teeth, biting down gently before licking it over and over. One hand wraps around my thigh while the other splays over my belly, pinning me in place. He continues his glorious assault as I rock my hips against his face, searching for my release.

His finger finds my opening and slips easily inside, my walls generously lubricated with my arousal. Seeing there’s no resistance, he adds a second finger and works them in and out to the rhythm of his tongue lapping at me just above.

I shatter, crying out his name, my fingers speared in his hair. My body twitches with aftershocks even after his mouth and fingers leave me. I’m limp and sated, but still determined to do what I set out to do. He reaches for the nightstand again, but I stop him. His face falls, confusion lowering his brow.

I reach for him and slide my hands up his abdomen and chest, rising to press a kiss on his lips. They’re wet and glistening and taste like... me. Raking my hands back down his body, I tug at his boxer briefs, pushing them down over his hips. His tip pokes out and the rest of his hardened length follows. Finally realizing my intentions, Jacob quickly discards his shirt and lies on his back. I lean over his side, stroking him a few times before taking him in my mouth, moaning as his salty taste hits the back of my tongue.

“Fuck,” he groans, lifting his hips. He raises his head to watch me, but it falls back and he presses it hard against the pillow. His fingers skim the back of my thigh, sending chill bumps over my entire body. I lower myself as far as I can, my mouth encompassing almost his entire length, and he lets out another curse, his hand stilling at the apex of my thighs. When he regains his composure, his fingers find my entrance again. Still slick, still so wet for him, he glides them over my sensitive flesh with ease, dipping inside every few strokes. I’m nearing another orgasm when his body starts to stiffen. He rubs furiously over my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I explode at the same time he does.

I collapse against him, our chests heaving, breathless from pleasure. “Wow, that was fucking amazing,” he exalts after a moment. I chuckle, utterly in agreement. “I’m willing to make the five-hour drive every weekend if that’s what I get each time,” he jokes.

He doesn’t mean anything by it, but pain slices through me at his comment, pulling me back to reality. I’d been avoiding this, not allowing myself to think about the time and distance separating us. Now that we’re finally back on good terms, I don’t want to ruin things by addressing the elephant in the room.

How are we going to make this work?

I shake those thoughts away, burying them down deep to be revisited another time. This is our moment, and I won’t taint it with uncertainty.

“I love you,” Jacob proclaims, turning on his side and pulling me against his chest. And just like that, my worries begin to dissolve as he enfolds me in his warm embrace. His tongue parts my lips and I open to him. Our kiss begins slow and sweet but quickly heats, becoming more urgent. His hand finds my breast, squeezing gently and teasing my nipple into a stiff peak. Breaking our kiss, he bows his head and takes the tight bud into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue over it. I throw my leg over his hip, needing something to soothe the ache building between my thighs again.

In Jacob’s arms, with his hot mouth on my skin, my brain turns to mush and I become nothing but nerve endings and emotion. He sets my body on fire and fills my heart with a love I can no longer live without. I hope I never have to, a small voice breaks through the fog in my brain. I push it away, uprooting any seeds of doubt.

Jacob rolls over and takes me with him, my body splayed on top of his. He continues to lavish my breasts with attention, moving to the next one. His full arousal rubs against me insistently, his need just as desperate as mine. He releases my nipple from his mouth and blows on it, a wicked grin curling his lips as he rubs his thumbs over the sensitive tip. I lean up and straddle him and his hands grip my hips tightly, moving my body back and forth over his erection. Opening his drawer, I fish out a condom and tear open the packet, unable to wait any longer for him to be inside me. I lift off him just enough to slide the condom down his shaft before sheathing him with my body. We both groan and I begin to move. His hands go to my breasts like a magnet, rolling and caressing each nipple as bolts of liquid hot pleasure shoot to my core.

Jacob urges me to lean back and I follow his instruction. His hands leave my breasts to grab hold of my hips once again. He pumps into me, bringing my body down on his at a pace he desires. The pressure builds, a seismic release coiling tightly in my lower belly. A loud cry of pleasure falls from my lips and Jacob covers my mouth with his hand to muffle the sound. I grip his fingers, squeezing my eyes shut, screaming my orgasm into his palm.

He rolls us over and continues his glorious invasion of my body. His hips thrust into mine as his tongue plunders my mouth. When he pulls back and lifts my legs, placing my ankles on his shoulders, another wave of bliss swells deep in my loins. Just as one orgasm recedes, another builds and this time, we crash together.

We awake Sundaymorning to a tiny body crawling over top the covers and settling between us. I pretend to be asleep, fake snoring loudly and dramatically. Chloe giggles and I pop one eye open, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

“Dacob!” she croons excitedly, finally noticing his presence.

“Hey, baby girl,” he says groggily, rolling over and propping himself up on his elbow. He leans down and kisses her forehead, smiling as he pulls away. I fight back happy tears at the scene unfolding before me. My little family snuggled in bed, enjoying a quiet Sunday morning. I’d dreamed of this once, shortly after finding out about Chloe, before the moment I realized Jacob didn’t want us. No, that’s not right. He did want us. Someone just made me believe he didn’t. After that, I never let myself dream about moments like this, about us being a family. I blink those thoughts away along with the gathering tears and slip out of bed.

“Everything okay?” Jacob calls after me.

“Yeah, I just, um,” I hesitate, “need to use the bathroom,” I finish, avoiding his gaze. I’m not going to do this today. No dwelling on the past. No doubting Jacob’s love for Chloe and me. No pushing him away to protect my own heart.

When I finish in the bathroom, I open the door to see Chloe bouncing on the balls of her feet, Jacob standing behind her. “I potty, mommy!” she exclaims and rushes past me. When she finishes, Jacob and I clap for her, making a big show of her accomplishment. She grins so wide, her eyes narrow into slits above her chubby cheeks.

Jacob and I whip up a breakfast of eggs and French toast using the goods we purchased from the farmer’s market. Chloe scarfs her food down and even asks for more. That always seems to happen when Jacob cooks her food. I’m starting to get a complex over my cooking. Jacob soothes my self-consciousness when he wraps his arms around my waist.

“This is nice,” he whispers into my hair. “Waking up with you in my bed, making breakfast together, getting to spend all this time with you and Chloe,” he elaborates. “I could get used to this.”

My breath hitches at that last part. What could he mean by that? I don’t ask, though. I’d hate to presume, but...

He turns me in his arms and cups my face. “Stop thinking so hard,” he whispers against my lips before kissing them. I want to deny it and tell him I wasn’t thinking about anything, but he knows me better than that.

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