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Just wait ’til we love you together, little rose. You’ll never feel empty again.
He pushed once more and her little ass took all of him inside. So fucking tight. He filled her empty pussy with two fingers and slowly rocked in and out of her. His cock in her virgin ass. His fingers in her pussy. He rocked until her beautiful sound became a beautiful scream and he emptied himself inside her.
There wasn’t anything more beautiful than being inside of her like this. Loving her this way. She was meant to be his. And Taylor’s. Theirs.
And they were meant to be hers.
Always.
He held her so tight.
With his arm looped around her middle, Jesse pressed her against his hard, muscled chest. Fingertips swept over her hot sweaty skin and she trembled at his tender touch. Finally, she was right where she wanted to be. In the arms of a man who loved her—truly loved her. And she loved him. Jesse. He was right. This was where she belonged.
It didn’t matter who he thought he’d loved before her. Bethany. Him. Because he loved her now. And hadn’t she just shown him she could be everything he wanted? It came as a surprise to her how much she wanted it too in the end, how much she loved the extreme stretch of Jesse’s cock filling her ass. It was like nothing else. She decided men who fucked other men were onto something because it felt sinfully good. So good, in fact, that even though she was sore and sated, she wanted Jesse inside of her again.
Chloe pushed against his now-flaccid dick with her bottom and happily sighed. Jesse kissed the top of her head and continued stroking her skin. It tingled wherever he touched her. “Let’s get you into a nice warm bath, hm?” He caressed her bottom. “I don’t want you to get too sore.”
“Okay.”
Jesse showed her how much he cared for her. He didn’t rely on words. His thoughtfulness to see to her comfort only endeared him to her more. She was only just beginning to understand what Brendan had been trying to tell her.
Cradled in his arms, Jesse carried Chloe into the cramped bathroom and lowered her into the clawfoot tub. A vintage remnant of a bygone time, the bath took up far too much room for the small space, but she was glad it remained. The comfortably hot water was soothing. Jesse knelt outside the tub and began to wash her.
“Aren’t you getting in?” Chloe wound her ponytail into a messy knot on top of her head.
Jesse leaned her forward and sponged soapy water onto her back. “Yeah, babe. As soon as I take care of you.”
She pulled him to her mouth and kissed him. “You can do that from in here.”
He was surprisingly nimble for a man of his size and slipped in behind her, pulling her back to rest against his chest. Chloe let her head loll to the side on his shoulder, her eyelids closed, as soap-slickened hands slid over her skin.
Jesse pressed his lips to her temple. They lingered there. “I love you, Chloe. I want to tell you about Taylor.”
Chloe abruptly lifted her head from his shoulder. “Taylor—Taylor Kerrigan?” She felt Jesse nod as his fingers softly kneaded her nape. “What about him?”
He kept rubbing the back of her neck, gently stroking, until she laid her head upon him once more. “My cousins and me, we’ve lived in this neighborhood since the day we were born. Our parents and grandparents did too.” Jesse chuckled to himself; the corners of his lips turned up for a brief moment. His fingers never stopped caressing her skin.
“We had apartments in the same three-flat building. Can you imagine that?” She could, actually, and giggled. “Anyway, Bethany and her family lived across the street. We’d known each other from the time we were in diapers. We started dating in high school, lost our virginity to each other…I really did love her. I never…I never even kissed anyone else until…”
“Spring break?” Chloe was confused. She wasn’t quite sure where Taylor Kerrigan fit into this story.
“Yeah. Our junior year.” His fingers moved to her shoulder, slowly sweeping back and forth across her collarbone. “By then it was pretty certain I was headed for the draft. Beth wasn’t too happy about that. She didn’t want that kind of life, you know?”
Chloe didn’t think Jesse was expecting her to answer, so she didn’t give him one.
“But I wanted it. The first time my dad tossed me a football I knew I wanted it.”
Chloe reached back and squeezed the hand that stroked her skin.
“So she went to Florida and I came home alone.” Jesse laced his fingers with hers and she took a deep breath because it was beginning to dawn on her what Jesse was leading up to and exactly how Taylor fit into this story. She closed her eyes.
“He’s been struggling—he’s been trying to confide in you for a long time.”
“Taylor moved into the building next to us the summer before sixth grade—I was eleven. He was fourteen. Came here from London. I thought he talked funny.” He chuckled again. “He and Brendan became best mates, as Taylor would say—they were in the same year at school, so he was around a lot.”
He took both of her hands in his and circled his arms around her, keeping her close to him, kissing her hair. “I refused to acknowledge what I felt for a long time. Because I loved Beth and I knew I wasn’t gay…but if I wasn’t then why did I feel like that? I told you, I was very confused at first.”
Against her nature, Chloe kept quiet. She squeezed his hands in a silent signal that she was listening.
