by E. H. Lyon
Chapter Eighteen
Jake
The meeting up north with Leo took longer than scheduled, which means I’m arriving home later than planned and I am tired. Avery’s car was outside, but she should be sleeping already. Taking off my tie as I go up the stairs and sighing from exhaustion, I’m excited to get a good night of sleep and crawl into bed to wrap my arms around a sleeping Avery.
But as soon as I enter my bedroom, I am wide awake and ready for a marathon.
Avery lies provocatively on my bed in a short silky black robe that is partially open, enough to see her upper thigh on display.
Throwing my suit jacket to the chaise lounge on the side, I begin to unbutton my shirt. “I need you to always be waiting for me when I come home,” I demand.
Coming off the bed, she walks to meet me in the middle of the room.
“Like this? Or like this?” She gives me a seductive look as she lets her robe fall to a pool at her feet. She is standing there in only her fancy lingerie, and she looks beautiful. Angelic yet naughty, and I want to go deep into her.
“Your baby pink bra and panties are going to get me into serious trouble. I might need my own attorney to get me out of the criminal things I plan to do to you,” I tell her as my eyes lock on the sight in front of me.
“No touching tonight,” she jokes with an entertained look.
“I’m going to pull an objection. You see, you said no touching, but you did not clarify me directly. It wouldn’t hold up in court,” I tell her, with my eyes giving her a knowing look.
Avery stands up on her toes and kisses me quickly on the lips, but it’s enough to tip me over the edge. And I’m unhinged.
The past few days we have been around one another, but we didn’t have opportunities for this. No, instead we were growing closer in other ways. But now, the moment is ours.
My body pounces on her, and my lips crash down on her own. My arms wrap around her waist and press her body against mine. I kiss her hungrily and possessively as she is mine again. Her hands hurry to my face to hold me so she can kiss me deep, as she re-angles her lips. I let her tongue travel in my mouth, stroking against mine.
Reluctantly pulling away, she takes my hands, guiding me back to the bed like she owns the place, and she can. She can have whatever she wants, I will give it to her. Five goldfish, my Audi Q, even though she is a horrible driver, my house, kids—a lot of kids—hell, I will even get a puppy with a bow.
She flops onto the bed with a squeal of delight. Leaning back on her propped arms, she watches me as I take my pants off in a swift movement. “Move faster,” she demands playfully.
I get on the bed on all fours with a smirk to warn her, then instantly, I grab her ankles and pull her to the middle of the bed. My head dips down and places kisses on her inner thigh as I work my way up, her hips tilting up in response.
“Jake,” she lets out a soft moan.
“I need to taste your beautiful pussy,” I growl against her skin.
She bites her bottom lip in satisfaction as I hook under the edges of the lace and peel down her panties, her legs lifting to the sky. Throwing the scrap of cloth to the side, my hands touch her smooth skin as she opens wide for me.
My mouth has perfect access to her wet center. I quickly flick my tongue on her swollen clit and then delve into her, her taste making me slightly delirious because she is sweet and aroused, and only for me.
I can’t wait for all of that to coat my cock as I fill her up. My finger goes along her folds and finds her clit that I quickly flick before bringing a finger inside her. In no time, my finger and thumb are working her.
The room fills with the sounds of her pleasure, which only encourages me. My hands spread her thighs farther apart so I can reach her better. I know what she likes. Between my fingers and tongue, I have her body curving to me; hips rising and her moaning my name over and over with her hands clawing the sheets.
“You have to stop,” she gasps. “I want to come with you, and I am going to come soon,” she clarifies.
“So, you’ll come twice, I remember you can do it,” I remind her of the facts as my fingers still move inside her. She lets out a short laugh and then squirms under me, trying to move away from me.
“No,” she says firmly with a seductive grin, as she comes to her knees to meet me in the center of the bed. Her hand reaches for my boxers, diving in to feel my hard length. “I want us to come together or I am not going to come at all.” It is not a request; it is a demand.
“Do you have any idea what your words are doing to me?” I ask, with my eyes roaming her up and down. She lets out a grin. Then our lips crash onto each other’s and I know she tastes herself on my mouth. Pressure in my cock electrifies in intensity from that thought.
My mouth finds her neck, and her head falls back, which makes her offer her breast to me and my head moves down to her smooth mounds. Moving the fabric to the side, I tease her nipple and I get an instant reaction from her as she arches into my body with a moan, her body pressing into my cock.
She quickly rises up on her knees and unhooks her bra from behind, so it falls to the bed, making sure I watch, and then slowly she lies down. I hover over her and cage her in under me. Her face is a masterpiece with her look of desire.
Her hand curls around my cock firmly and strokes my length. “Inside me now,” she orders, her eyes focusing in on mine.
The strength of her grip on my cock when she touches me makes me want to come so hard. After stroking me a few times, she rolls to her side to switch positions.
Encouraging her to come close, we shift to sitting and she straddles me. In one movement, her wetness drowns me as she works the top of my cock, moving up and down on me.
“A perfect fit,” she gasps as she moves in slow pumps.
With every flick of my tongue on her nipple, she clenches tighter around me.
“Fucking perfect, but I need to take you,” I warn.
I roll us back and she is under me. Hooking under her knees, I bring her legs over my shoulders to enable me to reach inside her even deeper. A sound escapes her on every pump as I am hitting her sensitive spot.
“Jake, oh God.” She tries to breathe through her moan.
I want to look into her eyes and be in control, but her eyes are hooded closed as she gets lost in her pleasure.
“Open your eyes,” I request as I slow the rhythm so I can take in this moment between us.
Her eyes blink open and her hands come to my back to press me deeper into her.
“Tell me you want to come.” I go as deep as I can.
“I want to come,” she admits between a euphoria of breathing. “But I want you to come more.”
Fuck, she is about to send me over the edge and our pace quickens again. I interlace our hands as her O’s pick up frequency and fill the house, I know I am about to make her scream.
She does.
Not only screaming but quaking around me and shuddering as she reaches her high. Her coming is enough to send me over the edge too, and I let go.
Our eyes meet and then our lips crash against each other, moaning into each other’s mouth. I unload into her and it makes her release a sweet sound. My climax grips me and twists me as it so powerful. I can feel the jerkiness of filling her up, first in a swoosh, then drop by drop.
We stay entangled. Recovering our breathing and kissing each other’s neck, shoulders, face… any inch of skin our lips want, our eyes meeting for connection.
Her hands come to hold my face and an innocent smile erupts. “You feel so good,” she whispers, and I kiss her lips.
“I’m going to be coming in you all night. You’re mine,” I warn her, because it is some human evolution that makes me want to mark her as mine over and over. It makes her erupt in a smile too.
A moment later, her face softens. “I’m not dreaming, am I? This? Us?”
My fingers brush a few strands of her hair behind her ear as I look into her eyes where she lies under me and I am
still inside her. “Not a dream. We are together again,” I whisper before kissing her with confirmation.
I begin to pull out, but she stops me. Her hands grip my hips, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist again.
Her hand moves to hold my face. “I love you.” Her voice is light, almost as if she knows she is laying her vulnerability on the line.
Her words are everything to me. I have been waiting a long time to hear them and say them in return.
Worth it.
A smile forms on my face. “I loved you then and I love you now.”
Her face beams as we meet for a kiss. After repeating the words several times, we find our way into another wave of pleasure, knowing full well that we are past the point of no return, yet something in me wonders if I need to be even more honest with her.
Chapter Nineteen
Jake
We collapse on my bed, both catching our breath, staring at the ceiling, naked.
“I don’t even know what position that was,” Avery confesses, flabbergasted.
“Me neither, but it is staying in our repertoire,” I decide, and my arm reaches for Avery and I pull her against my chest, tucking her head under my chin. We’ve been adding a lot of things to our repertoire the last week. Luckily this morning, we can recover fully as Avery doesn’t need to get up early to be at the bakery—her early-morning schedule is a killer.
Last night was kind of crazy. We decided to open a good bottle of wine, watch the video we once made of our younger selves, and that obviously did something to us, as this morning we rounded off our fifth round of mind-boggling sex.
“I’m not sure what I need more, a shower or breakfast,” she ponders.
My fingers graze the skin on her back. “Definitely breakfast. A shower would be useless, as I have some post-breakfast plans for you,” I warn her.
She snorts. “Sounds dirty, and how do you have so much energy? Have you not aged at all?”
“Avery, I swear I will spank you again. I am not that old,” I remind her as I squeeze her close to me before she hops out of bed and throws on some underwear and one of my work shirts.
I tell her, “I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes. Need to quickly check my work e-mails—I know, I know it’s the weekend.” I wave a hand in the air.
She smiles at me from the doorway. “It’s okay. It’s actually the first time I have heard you mention work on the weekend since I met you again. Times have changed.” It comes out soft.
She’s right. As she walks away, I think about how life has changed. We’re both at a calmer place in our lives, a better, more balanced place.
Grabbing my phone from the charger on my dresser, I do a quick scroll. Nothing crazy, nothing that needs immediate attention.
A loud shriek fills my house. A shriek or scream from Avery is not a memory I enjoy, but it wasn’t that kind of sound, and for some reason I feel like she’ll tell me she saw a spider and needs my strong arms to save her. Quickly I run downstairs.
As soon as I’m at the bottom of the stairs and arrive in the kitchen, I see the two women of my life.
“Well, well, well,” our guest says, leaning against the counter with arms crossed, a very satisfied grin on her face as she assesses her nails. “Look at this scene. Imagine my surprise when a half-dressed woman came down the stairs to make you breakfast.”
Going to Avery, she moves behind me as she is still only in my shirt.
“Imagine my surprise when my sister uses a key she was supposed to return months ago,” I utter in annoyance.
“Avery, this is my sister Becca. Becca, this is Avery,” I do the introductions, but I am not impressed. Even though I’m not keeping Avery a secret—hell, I will hire a blimp to display the message across the skies that we’re together—but meeting family can be a big deal.
“Hi again. Becca introduced herself after I came down the stairs and was very surprised to find someone in the kitchen,” Avery clarifies.
“Judging by the fact you are also half-naked, then I would say you both had a really good night,” Becca chuckles to herself.
“We did, actually, so unless you would like the play-by-play, then—”
Avery cuts in, “And that’s my cue to excuse myself and change into clothes that my parents would consider respectable. So, I will be right back and then we can, uhm… breakfast, maybe?” Avery says, unsteady in her voice as she walks backwards towards the stairs with her long fingers dancing. Then she quickly turns around and heads upstairs.
As soon as Avery is upstairs, I look to Becca who is pouring coffee from the coffee pot.
“Maybe go easy on the coffee? I don’t need you extra hyper around Avery,” I plead as Becca sips from her mug and goes to sit at the counter.
After grabbing a clean shirt from the laundry room and returning to the kitchen, I catch up with Becca about Stella, her divorce, and demand I have my key back. She obliges, eventually.
When I hear Avery come down the stairs, I give a stern warning to my sister. “Becca, be nice.”
“Relax, little brother, I won’t embarrass you. I’m just going to—”
Avery smiles. “Hey. So, let’s try this again. I’ve heard so many things about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
She comes to my side and I drape an arm around her, pulling her in front of me. She is in a red-and-white flowered cotton dress that goes to her knees. It would look great bunched at her waist while I have my way with her, but her leggings are in the way.
“I am indeed the sister of this guy. And you must be the special friend who was getting half-naked with my brother for my daughter to witness.” Becca’s grin is giving me a warning, and I shake my head.
Avery’s eyes look at me a bit shocked, but then I see she finds it entertaining.
“Guilty?” Avery confirms and asks at the same time.
Becca laughs. “Relax. I find it cool, actually. You are the first woman that my brother had the guts to keep over when his niece is present, which is an accomplishment, as I am pretty sure the list of women in his address book is ridiculously long.”
“Whoa. Simmer it down,” I warn my sister before I take a sip of coffee.
“What? I can be honest. I mean, just like I can say that a woman who knows how to bake also knows how to use her hands.” Becca clears her throat and raises an eyebrow. Avery can’t help but let a laugh escape.
“Is being abrupt a family thing? I see some similarities between you two,” Avery comments and motions between us.
My arm goes around her. “I don’t know. We’re still convinced Becca is from another planet. We just can’t figure out which one.”
“Stella is a really sweet kid. I like her free spirit,” Avery compliments with a smile.
Becca smiles with pride. “Yeah, she is. She’s outside playing in the snow. She has not stopped talking about the goldfish and that Avery knows how to bake cookies. You’re like a magical wizard to her. I mean, really, what the hell is happening? My brother has a goldfish?”
I let out a laugh. “I’m trying to be a softer soul.”
“It was a test, really. If he could keep the fish alive for one week then I would agree to dinner with him.” Avery is sarcastic and gives my sister an agreeing grin, which my sister loves.
“So, Jake mentioned that you two knew each other already. What’s the story?”
“I lived in Chicago while I worked on a project. It was only a few months, though,” Avery explains.
“Oh, so I guess that was a few years ago, since Jake boy here moved to Colorado a while back.” Becca adds another packet of sugar to her coffee.
“Five years, actually,” I let out.
“It was a summer,” Avery smiles.
Becca leans back in her chair and studies me. Letting her eyes float between Avery and me as she connects some dots.
“I’ll be damned,” she mutters.
Avery looks at me a little lost. My eyes blink, hoping Becca doesn’t do something stupid.
> Avery’s phone goes off and she looks at the screen. “Sorry, I need to take this—it’s the bakery.” She seems unsure but turns to me and I nod. “Be right back.”
The moment Avery is out of sight, I lean into the counter. Stella comes in from outside and goes to the living area and turns on the television to some kids’ show about magic ponies.
“Becca,” I hiss.
Becca leans across the kitchen island. “It’s her. The one you were going to propose to, but never did.”
“Will you keep it down?” I warn.
“She broke your heart and walked away. Now, you want to try again.” Becca is charged.
I bite my lip. “First off, she doesn’t know I was going to propose, and trust me when I say there was a good reason for why she walked away,” I explain.
Becca studies me.
“Becca really, can you let it go?” I urge.
Becca presses, “Can’t I watch out for my brother?”
“Yeah, you can, but trust me when I say I’m fine,” I assure her. I scan the room to make sure Avery doesn’t witness this interaction.
“How do you even remember I was going to propose to someone?” I ask, leaning back against the counter.
“Remember that one Thanksgiving when I said you need to stop serial dating? You said that you weren’t always like that and that you were even going to propose to someone before. I pressed and you told me it was some girl you met in Chicago and it was a few months together,” Becca tells me, and it all comes back. I did give her vague details when she tried setting me up with some chick from her spin class.
“Yes, okay, it’s Avery,” I admit.
“Why is it so different this time?” she asks.
“Because she isn’t pregnant,” I blurt out to my hounding sister.
Becca is speechless.
“W-what?”
Letting my fingers rest on my forehead as one hand finds my hip, I tell her. “She was pregnant last time, one of the reasons I was going to propose. We lost the baby and that’s why we ended.” I stare endlessly into my coffee mug.
