Page 76 of Once Bitten
“So good to me,” Steve groaned. He moved back, taking his hard cock in hand and moved forward, sliding partially into her with a short thrust. “Always.” He drew back and, this time, his thrust was deeper, and she let out a short cry when she felt him sink all the way into her.
“Steve,” she gasped, her fingernails digging into the small of his back as he started to pump in and out of her.
“Am I making you feel good?” he asked, leaning forward to change the angle of his hips so that every push and pull dragged his pelvis over her clit in a way that made her lose her breath.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hands moving up his back to his shoulders. “Yes, so good.” Her eyes were closed, and her fingers slipped up into his hair, tugging on it. Her fingernails scraped down his scalp before finally landing on his shoulders.
“I love you, Jordyn,” he whispered to her.
She opened her eyes to look back at him. “I love you, Steve.” She dropped a hand to his chest, fingers splaying out across the dark ink of her name on his skin, and Steve reached up, catching her fingers. He pressed them against him, their fingers interlacing with one another.
“I love you,” she breathed as they continued to move together. It didn’t take long for Jordyn to find her release, the distance and longing she’d felt for Steve more than enough kindling to set her orgasm off. She sobbed out her orgasm, fingers still clutched to Steve’s chest.
Steve wrapped his arms around her pulling her tight to his body when he orgasmed. “I love you,” he murmured, kissing her cheeks, then her temple, his lips soft against her skin. “I love you, doll. I love you,” he whispered, claiming her mouth in another kiss.
Jordyn smiled up at him curling in close to him. “And I love you,” she told him, even though there was no need for her to say it all because there was no need for either of them to say it. Not when the room was so full of love that missing it was unthinkable.
Chapter Thirty-One
Jordyn and Stevewere lying in her bed, one of Steve’s hands lazily running through her hair, when he spoke, “You know how, ah, how I don’t talk aboutbefore?”
The question hung in the air for a moment, and Jordyn’s eyes widened from their previously half-lidded state. She had been just about to slip off into sleep in Steve’s arms when his question woke her up completely.
“Yes,” she breathed. “You mean before us, right?” She turned her face to look up at Steve from where she was laying against his chest.
“Yeah, that before.” Steve cleared his throat before he continued, “I don’t talk about it because it hurts too much. I didn’t even think about it, much less talk about it.” Jordyn felt her stomach drop and she rushed to tell him that he didn’t have to talk about it, but he stopped her with a raised hand. “No, I want to tell you. You deserve to know why I am the way I am and where I come from.” Steve paused, running a finger along her cheek. “I want my future to be with you, and that means that you have to know about my past. It’s only fair.”
Jordyn nodded slowly and sat up. “Ok, Steve. Whatever you want to tell me.”
Steve ran a hand over his face and mimicked Jordyn’s position, sitting up against the headboard. He reached out and took her hand in his, squeezing it before he started speaking again. “I grew up in Brooklyn with Jamie, but you know that. Everything back then was pretty normal and perfect. My mom was a nurse, and my dad was a businessman. He imported motorcycles for a lot of local businesses...my bike was one of his,” Steve said with an absent gesture. He cleared his throat, his eyes down on the sheets around his waist.
“You remember when I braided your hair? And you asked where I learned it?” he asked her, suddenly looking up at her. Jordyn bit her lip and gave him a jerky nod when she saw that Steve’s eyes were shining with unshed tears.
“I learned how to do that for my little sister, Abby. She was 11 when the accident happened. Abby was my shadow, and she would follow me around begging for me to fix her hair on the weekends. I used to act like I hated it, but I didn’t.” Steve took a deep breath and looked out the window.
When he didn’t speak for a few minutes, Jordyn ventured to ask. “What happened to them?”
“A car crash when I was 18.” Steve sighed, looking away from the window and back to her. “It was rainy, and they were coming back from Abby’s dance recital when they were t-boned by a drunk driver. I was with Jamie because we had gone on a camping trip. Abby was so mad at me for missing her recital, but I promised that I would take her to dance practice for the next month.” Steve shook his head and laughed bitterly. “I should have been there with them.”
“Steve,no.” Jordyn whispered.
“They were supposed to come home after I’d gotten back from the trip with Jamie. I got home, and no one was there, but I wasn’t expecting them yet, so I didn’t know...I didn’t know something was wrong. They were just gone, and I kept expecting them to walk in the door with Abby yelling at me, and my Mom and Dad asking what I wanted for dinner. I just... just sat there, at the kitchen table, waiting for them to come home, even after I knew they wouldn’t...” Steve’s voice became hoarse as he spoke until a sob cut off his words.
Jordyn felt tears prick her own eyes, thinking of a teenage Steve sitting alone at a kitchen table, waiting for a family to come home that never would. “Oh, Steve.” She whispered, reaching for him, and was grateful when she felt him lean into her arms.
“I didn’t care about anything after that. Nothing,” Steve continued, his face against Jordyn’s neck. “I did whatever I thought might make me feel something, but nothing did. Jamie thought it was stupid, but he stayed with me, and that’s how we ended up here. He thought leaving the city would help me slow down.”
Jordyn nodded and ran her hands up and down Steve’s arms while he spoke. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. “I thought this place was just going to be the same thing all over again, and then I found you.”
Jordyn kissed his temple and smiled. “Lucky me.”
Steve pulled back and looked at her. “No, sweetheart. Lucky me. You have no idea what you’ve given me. No idea at all,” he whispered, touching her face gently. “A home, Jordyn. Finding you was like finding home again.”
“Steve...” A tear slipped down Jordyn’s face at his declaration.
“Are those happy tears?” Steve asked, wiping them away with the pad of his thumb.
“Of course they are. You’re my home, too.” Jordyn sniffled and was rewarded with a smile from Steve. She reached out and touched his face. “I’m so sorry about your family, Stevie.”
