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“No. If we don’t have the same father, my name isn’t Ackert—who the fuck am I?”
Frost came running out of the house as she heard me raise my voice. “What’s going on?”
But I was numb.
I could barely breathe.
All I could do was tuck my palms between my knees while desperately trying to catch my breath.
“Lizard!” Frost called. “Widow! Take Paul inside.”
“I’m fine.” Paul told her. “I want to stay in case he has questions.”
“Look at him.” Frost pointed out. “Does he look like he’s in a mind-frame to ask any questions? Go.”
Frost sat beside me and I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my face into her neck.
“I need you.” I told her. “I need you to console me.”
“Tell me how?” She kissed my head.
“Your body.” I admitted. “I want to feel you pulse tightly around me. I want to hear my name tumble from your lips. I want to hear your breath go ragged because of me. Console me, Abigail. Remind me who I am.”
She framed my cheeks with her palms to kiss me. Then, without a word, she took my hand, led me by everyone and into her room. Once she closed the door, Frost turned, sat me on her bed and stripped for me.
Chapter 13
Frost
I asked no questions.
Instead, I gave my body to him freely and completely and relish the feeling of falling even deeper for him. I took pleasure in him twisting my body in all the positions he could, feeling the rush of each orgasm to stampede through me, and growling as he pulled on my hair.
This time in his arms was different, it was almost as if he was trying to heal himself with each thrust into my body.
This time, I didn’t care the house was full of people. I didn’t care if they heard enough to tease me after. In this moment, Jesse Ackert was marking his territory and I needed the world to know who my body belonged to.
He came, sucking on my neck and slamming his body so hard into me, I couldn’t help shouting his name.
The silence as we tumbled to the bed, tangled in each other and panting was welcomed. I rolled against his side, draped a possessive leg over his thighs and rested my palm on his chest. We didn’t speak, though I was curious about his comment about me reminding him who he was.
I didn’t want to push him.
“My mother had an affair.” Jesse confessed after a while.
“What does that mean for you?”
“My father isn’t my father.” He replied. “I’m not who I thought I was—who I think I am.”
Confused, I pushed to my elbow. “You look like the same man now that you did before.”
He smiled up at me, but the mirth didn’t meet his eyes. “Who am I, Frost? My father—I mean, my mother’s husband was displeased with her and he made sure to treat me as beneath him as he saw me. He’d given me his name, but he’d done so—why? Because he didn’t want a scandal? Ackert is a bondage around my neck, and I can’t breathe.”
With my heart breaking, I pressed my chest into his, framed his cheeks and kissed him repeatedly. “I’m not going to tell you this isn’t a blow. I can’t even begin to understand how this feels. But whether you’re Ackert or someone else, your base is the same man as before. It doesn’t take away from your successes and the good things you’ve done or the things you’ve been through.”
He turned his head to kiss my forehead. “I don’t know what I’ll do. But I do know one thing, I don’t have to make that decision right this very second. Right now, I’d like to hold you.”
Jesse dragged his palm up my bare thigh then over the hump of my hip to my ass. He tapped it then massage. All I could do was moan and press my face into his neck.
