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CHAPTER 17: JOLENE
He drops his keys on his kitchen counter with a loud clatter.
We both know where this is going. We made up, and now we get to have the make-up sex.
“Move in with me,” he says again. It was in that line of requests earlier, but it sort of got swallowed by the whole marry me thing.
I want to do all of it, but I also want him to find a more romantic way to propose than marry me tossed haphazardly into the middle of the make-up speech.
Of course I’ll marry him.
There is nobody else on this earth I’m meant to spend forever with besides him, and even when I kept telling myself I couldn’t trust him, I think deep down I knew that.
But I was only asked once before to marry someone, and it wasn’t what I pictured. Jeremy didn’t get down on one knee. It was after sex—sex, by the way, that I’m certain resulted in my pregnancy with Jonah, and we were panting in the afterglow of mediocrity when he said we should get married. I said okay, and he gave me a ring a few weeks later to no fanfare whatsoever. To be fair, we were both busy with our jobs. I was building my name as a reporter, and he was working his way up at FDB Tech Corp. We’d been together a while, and I thought it was the next natural step.
It was before he started cheating on me. It was before I was jaded and lost a whole lot of trust in men in general.
Trusting doesn’t come easily to me thanks to having my heart smashed as a teenager and then again in my twenties.
I thought that was the same route my thirties were going to take, but as it turns out, Lincoln is the man my heart was always destined to find again.
As it turns out, he’s far more trustworthy than I ever gave him credit for.
“You and Jonah,” he says. “I want you both here with me all the time. I want to wake up with you in my arms and I want to flip pancakes with Jonah on Saturday mornings. I want to watch Minions and do cool science experiments and learn how to play Minecraft.”
My eyes mist over at his words. I love that he includes my son in his vision for the future. It’s just one more sign that when I chose to let him back in, I chose right. One more sign that we were always destined to find our way back to each other.
One more sign that we can fight these battles together rather than apart, and we will emerge victorious as long as we hold hands through it all.
“And I want to wreck that sweet pussy of yours when he’s at school or after he’s gone to bed.”
I laugh, and he takes a few steps to close the gap between us.
He pulls me into his arms. “Starting now.” He lowers his lips to mine, and I’m definitely here for the wrecking.
But he doesn’t wreck me.
Instead, he picks me up into his arms and carries me over to the couch. He sets me down, his mouth never leaving mine, and he moves over the top of me. He thrusts his hips against mine, and we’re still fully clothed but God do I want him naked on top of me right now. I want to feel the heavy heat of his cock as it settles in between my thighs just before he pushes into me. I want the sexy rawness of my nipples rubbing against his chest with each stroke he makes into me. I want our bodies rocking together as he shows me how much he loves me with his body.
He’s careful around my belly, making sure not to put any weight on me, and I slide my hands under his shirt. I feel the smooth warmth of his skin as my fingertips glide across it, and his kiss intensifies as his tongue batters mine. Eventually his mouth breaks from mine, and he trails his mouth along my neck and down toward my collarbone, where he nibbles lightly. He moves off me and slides to the side of me. The couch is large enough to accommodate us both, and he slips a hand under my shirt, too. He rests his palm on my stomach for a beat, and my eyes meet his.
He looks almost curious, and the way he’s already protecting this baby is downright sexy.
I lean over and catch his lips with mine again, and his hand trails up my stomach toward the curve of my breast. He cups one of them in his palm over my bra, and I close my eyes and moan as he starts to massage it. He slips it out of the cup of my bra, and his fingertips brush my hard nipple. He rolls it between his fingers, and my back arches off the couch as the feel of his fingers sends a shot of need straight between my legs.
My moaning must be the signal, because he stops what he’s doing and sits up. He rips his shirt over his head and tosses it to the ground, and then he helps me sit up, pulls my shirt off, and removes my bra. He lays me back again, and this time his hands roam my chest freely. He rolls my nipples between his fingers over and over, and then he leans down and captures one of them in his mouth. My hips thrust up toward him as my body seeks any sort of relief from the ache that’s building between my legs.
He tugs lightly at the nipple he’s not sucking on, and I cry out with need. I feel like I could come just from what he’s doing to my breasts. I turn in toward him a little, giving him a different angle to my breasts, and I run my palm down his stomach toward the top of his jeans and then downward. I feel the outline of his rock hard cock through his pants, and I run my palm along the entire length of it. He lets out a soft growl, and it just tempts me into doing it again and again.
I squeeze the bulge in his jeans, and he stops what he’s doing to my nipples. His eyes meet mine, and his lids are heavy. He leans down and flicks my nipple with his tongue again, and I work the button of his jeans and slide my hand past his boxer briefs until I’m fisting his cock.
He groans as he tugs on my nipple and it’s like I’m driving him mad with need. He reaches down past the waistband of my leggings and slips his fingers down into my panties. He’s gentle, playing with me as he rubs his fingers along each of my swollen lips before he parts them. He hisses when he pushes a finger inside me and feels how wet he’s made me, how ready for this I am.
It’s been too long without each other. It hasn’t been that long, but this feels new and different, like we’re playing with each other’s bodies for the first time all over again even though we know the other one so well.
Maybe because there’s a new commitment there that we didn’t have before. Before we were figuring it out. Now it’s been figured out.
This is it.
