“My damn, Jia you never cease to amaze me. I love it.”
“It’s not quite finished yet.”
“What more could you do to it?” He looked intrigued to know.
“It’s just little finishing touches. Like here.” I pointed at the drawing and hovered over the right side of his face there. “You have a dimple. It comes out when you’re smiling like that. Just that one though. The left comes out when you smile wider then it reaches your eyes.”
Now he looked fascinated. “You memorized all that about me?”
“I did. So I want it to look perfect.” Just in case…
It was a dark afterthought. Just in case something happened and this was all he had to remember me by, or just in case the worst happened to all of us.
He set the sketchpad down and took my hands into his.
“What’s up? The drawing is amazing but I know you wouldn’t just be here sitting by the window drawing me at two in the morning. It’s maybe a stupid question to ask but I’m asking. I want you to talk to me.”
“It’s everything Xander.”
“Want to start with one of those things?”
Like the comparisons I’d been making between myself and Claire? I probably shouldn’t start with that.
“It’s understandable if you feel strange being here. I mean in Jack’s house, and he was Claire’s father.”
He’d read my mind.
I pulled in a breath. “Am I that transparent?” I gave him a hopeless smile.
“Not so much, but I imagined you might feel like that. I kind of did earlier, so it’s understandable. It’s natural.”
“I think part of me wonders –dare I hope we pull through this –how I’ll fair in comparison to someone you loved practically your whole life. It was long enough right? Long enough to be classed as a lifetime. We haven’t known each other like that. I know I love you, but I can’t be like her. My father is a mob boss and hers is this awesome person. I’m just –” He stopped my next words with a kiss.
It was a kiss to seal all. The kind that set the tone for what we did next. He reached forward and smoothed his hands behind my head, angling my face so he could deepen the kiss.
I cupped his face and moved closer to him, pressing against him. I was wearing a t-shirt. It was one of his old ones so it caught me at the edge of my hips and looked more like a night shirt.
When that came off I knew we’d be heading straight back to the bed.
No more words needed to be spoken.
I understood that he was showing me how he felt and I allowed him to.
He picked me up and carried me over to the bed, setting me down on my back then sliding off my panties.
Instead of the usual teasings and insane foreplay, he touched me differently.
More sensual, more purposeful.
He lowered to the valley between my breasts and kissed his way across to each nipple to suck just hard enough and long enough to make me wet, then he kissed his way down to my mound and kissed around my entrance, licking and stroking. It was just enough to turn me on.
The rest would come after.
He shrugged out of his boxers and came back to me, lifting my leg up and hooking it over his shoulder. Then he guided the fat head of his cock straight into my pussy, plunging in deep.
I gasped into the overwhelming pleasure and luxuriated in the sensation of his purposefully slow pumps which were a slow grind into my body, slow and sure then a little faster.
I grabbed against the cotton sheets as the moans fell from my lips. Every time we did this it felt different. It felt better and better, mind-blowing and mind-numbing in every way.
He sped up but going at a rhythm we both enjoyed and got lost in.
“Xander…” I groaned. It reached a point where it felt too good.
It was so damn good I started grinding against his ruthless cock pounding into me. That made him pound harder and jackhammer at the pace he would usually in the wild reckless manner that consumed me and severed my brain from reality.
Fuck, I was coming. I was … near.
No… there.
I arched into the bed and cried out my release. Fire licking over my skin like shards of electricity.
“Good girl, scream if you want to.”
I obeyed, screaming.
He caught my hand and lowered so that his face was eye level with mine and he started rutting into me at a speed that made the tension coil in my groin again.
The speed curated another orgasm comparable to the stuff I’d only ever read about or dreamt up in a fantasy.
The man consumed me, sending me over the edge once more but this time he came too, pounding in me with his relentless thrusts then thundering his hot cum inside me. I savored the feel of it burning up the walls of my core.
We stayed just like that for a few minutes, breathing hard, hearts pounding, my ears drumming from the wildness.
It was amazing how sleep hadn’t come for me before but suddenly I was exhausted.
Xander moved up to be closer to me then cupped my face and gazed deeply into my eyes.
“Doesn’t matter how long,” he stated.
I had to think hard about what he was talking about but then I remembered. I’d mentioned that he hadn’t known me long.
“Do you want to be with me Jia?” he asked. I had to wonder if that was a trick question or a rhetorical one.
“You know I do.”
“Say it.”
I touched his face. “I want to be with you.”
“That’s all I need. All I need to know, it’s all that matters to me, and time is irrelevant. It’s just a thing. You can’t compare yourself to anybody, no matter who they are or what they meant to me. There’s only one of you Jia. Just one and I want to be with you too.”
“Thank you.” I’d never felt more valued in my life. “But Xander, how could I claim to love you and put you through this? Running from my father. It will get to a point where it won’t just be him.”
“I know Jia. I’ve factored that in, but I won’t let him take you. He’ll have to kill me first.”
That was supposed to show me the depth of his seriousness, but it was the very thing I was worried about.
Him dying.
For me…
Chapter Fifty-Three
Xander
I watched Jia get ready, looking like she was doing her best to stave off the worry. She always had that uneasy look when she was worried. It would dim her bright blue gaze.
“Does it look good on me?” She asked giving me a little twirl.
She was wearing one of Claire’s summer dresses. She looked amazing.
“You look perfect.”
“Really?”
“Hmmm hmmm.”
We’d come in here to look for some clothes. We both felt awkward doing so but it was stupid to have a room full of women’s wear and have her in my shirts.
I’d sat on the edge of the bed watching her, focusing on her and not thinking about where I was. Claire’s room.
Jack had kept it the same. The exact same.
Same as when we’d gone to college and practically moved out, both our rooms were intact.
I pushed the thought out of my head and gave my undivided to the beautiful woman in front of me. It was better not to think of the past. Less painful.