“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask, knowing damn well I haven’t even jacked off since I’ve been home.
She crosses her arms again, pushing those luscious tits out, again. “I saw the pictures of y’all on your balcony and the bitch just passed me on my way in. She had the audacity to lick her lips and moan about how sore she was.”
My brows shoot up and I put my hands on my hips, tilting my chin down to look at my bare feet, trying to hide my smile. Laurie stomps her high heeled booted foot and I lift my gaze up to meet hers.
Fucking fire.
Fucking sexy.
Fucking shit.
My cock hardens at the sight of her all ramped up, all jealous, and all fucking mine.
“She’s my cleaning lady. I don’t even know her name.”
“In that outfit?”
I shrug a shoulder. “Outfit is the reason I hired her, but swear to fuck, I’ve never touched her.”
“I’m supposed to believe you?”
Closing the distance between us, I wrap my fingers around her hips and tug her toward me. “Yeah, you fucking are. You’ve been the only bitch on my cock in months, in six months. Just you, babe.”
“Liar,” she snorts.
Shaking my head, I touch my mouth to hers. “Can’t even get it up for my hand lately, Laurie. Fuck, it’s only you.”
Chapter Five
LAURIE
On my knees, my ass tipped back, my big belly careful not to touch the bed. My legs spread wide, and Jesse behind me. I hold my breath, waiting for him to sink inside, but he’s taking his time. His hands skim up the backs of my thighs and a purr escapes my lips.
“Jesse,” I snap when his hands grab my ass, separate my cheeks, but then do nothing else.
He chuckles, shifting behind me. His lips touch just below one of my cheeks. “Taking my time. I haven’t had you in a while, and fuck, but I missed you, Laurel.”
His words are a whisper, but I don’t miss the way that he’s used my given name, it causes me to shiver. There is almost something sweet about this moment. No, there is something sweet. His fingers dance up my side and around my belly. He doesn’t linger there, instead both of his hands cup my breasts and he firmly squeezes.
I moan as he finally, finally, sinks inside of me. My head flies back as he buries himself to the hilt. He stretches me, so full that I thought I remembered, but I didn’t. I’d forgotten, though I don’t know how.
Then before I can rear back, before I can even wiggle, his hands at my breasts flex and he brings my upper body up so that my back rests against his chest, the backs of my thighs against the fronts of his and his mouth finds the side of my neck. It’s one fluid, smooth as shit move.
“Jesse,” I breathe.
He hums against my skin. I feel that hum sliding over my entire body. One of his hands leaves my breast and cups my pussy, while the other pinches my nipple and tugs.
“Fuck me, Laurel,” he grunts.
I don’t waste even a second. Lifting up, I slam down—hard. Both of us groan. Jesse throws his head back and I take that moment to do the same, turning slightly so that I can touch my lips to the underside of his jaw.
Jesse’s fingers don’t hesitate against my clit. He plays, expertly, as I ride his cock. My lips rest against the underside of his jaw, as I move, as he plucks, swirls, and plays. “Yes,” I breathe as I climb, higher and higher.
I’m close. So damn close. “Come all over me, Laurel. Fucking take that shit, own it, just like you own me,” he says on a rumble.
That rumbled demand is all that I need to push me over the edge. I come. It’s huge, the biggest I’ve ever experienced and it takes my breath away. All I can do is open my mouth against his jaw and let out a whine.
“Fuck,” he growls.
His hands leave my breast and center at the same time, curling his fingers around my hips. My breath hitches when he uses my body to fuck himself. The move prolongs my orgasm so much so, that all I can do is lean back against him and enjoy the delicious ride.
Jesse comes. His orgasm is equally as hard as mine, I can tell in the way he roars, his body stilling and his cock growing before it fills me, twitching inside before he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight against his chest, his breathing labored behind me.
JESSE
“Talk to me,” I urge when Laurie is pressed against me.
We’re beneath the sheets, in my bed, the room bathed in darkness as I hold her close, trying to pry information out of her. There is something so much bigger working behind her eyes, things that I need to know.
“What do you want to know?”
“Why are you so scared?”
She’s silent and I don’t think that she’s going to answer me, like maybe this isn’t really going to work, but then she does and when she speaks, my fucking heart breaks for her. No, it shatters into a million pieces.
It’s here and now that I vow to always be her protector. I will watch over her, not just her body, but her heart, too.
“My father hit me the first time when I was five. I remember the moment clearly. He’d knocked my mother to the ground. She was unconscious. He looked at me with fire in his eyes and told me that I was an ungrateful little cunt. I didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded really bad.”
Squeezing her against me, I try to absorb the hurt that she has to have built up inside of her. “Throughout the years, he broke me. Slowly, but surely. I watched my mother wither away. Until one day, she just vanished. Her body was there, but there was nothing left behind her eyes. My father had done that to her. He was on the verge of doing it to me, too. Until the day that I turned eighteen.”
“What’d you do, babe?”
“I followed Hutton, like I always do. She thought that she was always following me, probably because I’m louder, but that wasn’t the case. I was always louder, larger than life, because it was easier to hide my hurt. I followed her to cosmetology school. I have always followed her. She’s been the one bright spot in my life, the only constant.”
“You have me too, now,” I inform her.
She’s quiet for a moment, then I hear her soft voice whisper. “I hope that I do, Jesse. The thought of losing you terrifies me.”
Touching my lips to the top of her head. “You do, babe. Not leavin’ you two. Not ever.”
“We’ll see,” she whispers so low that I don’t think she even realized that she’s voiced the words.
Epilogue
THREE MONTHS LATER
LAURIE
“I want him out. Out, I tell you,” I snap.
Jesse chuckles, placing his warm palm on my bare belly. I moan, enjoying the way his warmth feels against my skin, almost like a heating pad. It’s so perfect, so soothing, but it doesn’t change the fact that I want him out.
“He’s not ready yet,” he murmurs, touching his lips to the side of my stomach.
Tilting my head down, I narrow my gaze on him. “He needs to get ready. Consider this child evicted.”