Page 58 of Forever Mine

“Sounds good, sweetheart. I’m adding bacon to the fries, though.”

“Obviously.”

Jay and I stayed just like that for a long time, except for when I had to get up to grab the food from the delivery driver. I had no idea what was playing on the TV, because I couldn’t stop watching Jay. It had been a month, and I still felt like if I looked away he would disappear. Neither of us had been back to work yet, but it would have to happen soon. I was terrified of it. Not to start working, or even being at the hospital where it all started. I wasn’t afraid of that. But being away from Jay, not being able to check within a few minutes to make sure he was okay, I was petrified it would break me. It wasn’t realistic, and eventuallywe’d have to deal with it, but until then I planned not to let Jay leave my side.

Jay’s fingers trailed across my cheek. “Darlin’ I’m right here. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

I swallowed down the emotion. How did he know exactly what I was thinking?

“Logically, I know you’re right, but it doesn’t mean I can get my brain to see that.”

Jay grimaced. “Trust me, I get it. I don’t wanna leave you either. Fuck, Kota, when that trunk opened, and I saw you standin’ there with a gun to your head? That was the scariest fuckin’ moment of my life.”

I tilted my head so I could kiss his fingers. “Me too. When he shot you…” I choked on my words, unable to finish, but Jay understood.

“But, we made it out, sweetheart. The fucker is in jail and hopefully will be for a long ass time. And we’re here. We’re here, and I love you, and I don’t plan on ever livin’ another day without you.”

Tears in my eyes, I pushed up so I could kiss him. Jay’s hand cupped the back of my neck as he leaned into the kiss. For just that moment it was easy to forget about everything else. There was no Dr. Kiley. No police, doctor’s visits, therapists or nightmares. There was just Jay and I. For that moment, there was nothing more important than the feel of Jay’s lips on mine, than his body holding me close. Maybe if he never let go, I could hold onto this forever.

Jay’s hand slid up my shirt, his calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“Fuck, Kota, I want you.” He deepened the kiss.

“Y-your leg,” I managed to squeak out breathless into his lips. I wanted him too. We hadn’t had sex since before the kidnapping. At first it wasn’t even a thought in my mind. I wastoo worried about Jay, still caught up in the trauma, and it seemed Jay felt the same way. We needed to be close, usually touching each other, but it never went further than cuddling and occasional kisses. It had been a month now, and if I wasn’t worried about hurting Jay further, I’d have had him inside me by now.

“It’s fine sweetheart. Ride me, I trust you.” He moaned, his hands cupping my ass.

I rocked up in his touch, which made it easy to see how turned on he was. Hell, so was I. I had doubts, but I had to trust Jay to know his own body. He was cleared for light activity as long as it didn’t put too much pressure on his leg.

I looked Jay in the eye. “You’ll tell me if it becomes too much,” I told him seriously.

He looked like he wanted to roll his eyes at me, but resisted. “I will, I promise.”

Satisfied, I rolled off him and the couch. “Bedroom. I want you to be more comfortable.”

This time Jay did roll his eyes, but the small flinch as he pushed himself off the couch was enough to make me confident it was the right call. I handed him his crutch.

“Thanks, darlin’.”

I kissed him on the cheek and then hurried ahead of him. By the time he hobbled into the bedroom, I was naked on all fours with two fingers inside me. Jay froze at the door with a low curse. I threw a saucy grin over my shoulder and adjusted my angle so he could get a better show.

“Dakota,” he said quietly, almost reverently.

“C’mere, baby.”

Groaning, Jay tossed his crutch to the side, letting it fall to the floor with a clang, and hopped/limped the small distance to the bed. I continued to prepare myself as Jay got naked and gothimself comfortable on the bed. Before laying down, he cupped the back of my head and kissed me.

Once he was settled, I straddled him carefully.

“Remember, tell me if you hurt, and I’ll stop immediately.”

He tugged on his already very hard cock a couple times. “I know, Kota. Please, we need this.”

We did. And me stressing over it wasn’t going to help either of us. I grabbed the lube and covered his cock, never breaking eye contact. So much emotion passed through Jay’s eyes, that I knew was mirrored in my own. Fuck, how was it that we did this a million times, but it felt like so much more now. His grip on my hips was much lighter than usual, but his fingers flexed possessively. I liked that he was letting me control this, though. The control had been taken away from me when Dr. Kiley took us. Thankfully, things never got that far, but they easily could have. I still felt violated and off kilter. I got to choose who I was with, who I was vulnerable with. Who I loved. In a way, this felt like me taking back the power and giving the asshole a big fuck you for thinking he ever had control over me and my life.

Jay moved one hand to his cock, holding it steady, while I lined up, spreading my cheeks with my hands. I started to sink down, slowly. It was fucking torture, taking inch after inch, but its was torturing Jay as much as me, and watching him come undone one second at a time was enough to keep my impatience in check.

My lips parted and small breathy gasps escaped me as I continued to stretch around him. It felt like more than usual this time, and I didn’t know if it was because of how slow I was moving, or because it had been a while since I had him inside me.

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