His Rebound Love

by Melissa Bender

  “I don’t need to know about your showers with her.”

  “No, I’ve only ever showered with you before.” I pulled her back as she went to walk away. “Fuck, this is going to sound insane. Jesus.” I blew out a breath, unsure how to get my wording right. “I was in the shower alone and horny… but it felt real. I felt as if I was being sucked off. I can remember the smallest of details, even down to the girl on her knees at my feet with red hair and green eyes. It freaked me out because I obviously didn’t know you.” I added. “Then at the park, there was something about you, your eyes… and that’s when it hit me. I’ve dreamt about you before, and I didn’t know where, but now I do. It was from that day, at the hospital.”

  Her mouth formed an O. “I think that’s a sign we belong together. Maybe it was your subconscious telling you that you were in the wrong relationship and with the wrong girl.”

  “I think you’re right.” I agreed, holding her tighter. “You don’t think I’m crazy? Even I think I am crazy.” I laughed, relieved to finally get that off my chest.

  “Not at all.” She swayed a little as a smile came over her lips. “Are you excited to be an uncle? Your sister is pretty excited about making a baby,” she asked, looking at my reflection.

  I pulled away with a shrug. “Yeah, I guess it’s good news for them.”

  “Could have been us.”

  Her words were like ice down my spine. “It isn’t.” I had made the mistake of blowing inside her twice, a mistake I couldn’t risk again. “I’m sorry for that.”

  “I could have taken the morning-after pill. It’s not like I don’t have access to it.” True, she had wanted to take it. Both times.

  I shrugged, staring at her as she looked around my old bedroom, the room I never wanted to live in again if I could help it. “I know. I just didn’t want you to suffer the embarrassment of having to ask a colleague to help you out with emergency birth control. People gossip.”

  “Oh, I’m so grateful that you were worried about my humiliation. Imagine announcing we were pregnant after such a short time dating. I’m sure we’d be congratulated,” she said, sarcasm thickly lacing each word.

  “Look.” I turned to watch her. She was at the small wooden desk. “Yes, you could have taken it. We could have avoided another month of worrying if you’re pregnant or not.” She had determined it would be highly unlikely as she wasn’t ovulating for another week and a half, much to my relief. “I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again. We’re both adults, if we’re going to fuck unprotected, then we’ll take the consequences like adults. I know it’s too soon for a child, but if you did end up pregnant…” I lingered, tasting the next word slowly as I spoke them. “Would it really be the worst thing in the world?”

  She looked as if I had just slapped her across the face, her mouth parted as she faced away again. It wasn’t my finest question of choice, but it was out there. She now knew I was serious about her, if she couldn’t already tell. I was damn serious. “My mum fell pregnant after three months of dating my father. He took off the second she told him. Just look at my point of view on this. I just don’t want you to feel trapped. It scares me.”

  “I’m not your father. I will never be like that man.” My words were sharp. If she was going to compare me to someone, then make it a half-decent guy at least. I paused, turning around to face her. “Maybe I want to be trapped. You’d be in my life forever then.”

  “Oh, Jesus, are you kidding me? Stop making me love you even harder and shut up for a minute. I won’t be trapping you. Not yet, anyway.” She laughed, putting down the light blue teddy bear I have had since a child. Her eyes went from playful to mortification in a heartbeat. Then she smiled, pure happiness in her eyes as she pushed me backwards to the bed. “I love you. I’m sorry, but I can’t hold it in any longer. I don’t care if you don’t love me. Well, I do because I’m fabulous. Damnit, I need to tell you, and I’m sick of always telling you I love you in my head. I’m saying it out loud.” My body jumped, stunned. She has hammered out a mouthful before I could get a word in. I was not expecting her to come at me the way she had done. I had been pushed back, pinned down, and straddled as she threw herself at me with a heated kiss, excitement coursing through my veins as she said it again. “I love you. I love you, Jackson.”

  She loves me. I love her. Unconditionally.

  I think my heart stopped, skipped a beat—whatever it is that happens when you realise you’ve fallen even more in love with the person you love with all your heart than you thought were possible. I could barely get two words in as she was kissing me. I lost track of thinking about my mother barging in on us when I felt her fingers down the front of my pants. Christ. I sucked in a sharp breath, hissing as her warm hand curled around my cock and gripped me with a tight fist. Like I mentioned earlier, she was horny and wanted it now. I wouldn’t dare deny her.

  I did, however, get the words right this time. “I love you, Sienna.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  “Sit back, baby. Let me grind you.”

  Her words could bring me to orgasm, almost. I flexed up, watching the view of her grinding my dick.

  The woman, no—her taking charge, was so fucking sexy… so incredibly hot. She had pushed me down, climbed on top, and pinned me. I was at her mercy. She wanted me. I could see it in her eyes.

  I was very aware my family was in the next room. The door was unlocked. There was nothing I can do about it, though. My jeans and boxers, were already pulled down around my ass. She was seductive with her movements. Her long fingers was tracing up and down beneath my shirt, digging her nails in. I groaned as her fingers slipped back around my cock, stroking me as pre-come came oozing out.

  “Sienna…” I groaned once more, watching her hover higher above me, her panties being pulled to the side. My eyes devoured her.

  Under any other circumstance, I would be begging for her to sit on my face first. I was aware she was wearing a tampon. Good, less mess afterwards. It was almost to an end, anyway.

  She stopped moving, and her hands curled around my wrists, binding them on either side of me. She leant in, whispering against my ear. “Have you screwed in this bed before?”

  For the love of fucking me right now! “What?” My thoughts were scattered and unfocused. I needed her. I needed to be inside her. “No… never. You’re the first. Will be if you don’t hurry up.”

  She smiled, knowing fully well she had complete control. Pausing once more, she looked up, watching me as she fully but slowly descended down my hard shaft. I fought the urge to overpower her, to take control and flip her on all fours, fucking her harder than she could handle.

  “You like that?” She purred, her hips grinding down. “You enjoy watching me ride your big thick cock?”

  Fuck me.

  Who was this woman? I absolutely loved this side of her right now.

  One of her hands let my wrist go, going to my head and taking a fistful of hair, pulling hard. “Yes.” Hissing through my teeth, I grunted, flexing deeper inside her. I couldn’t move. Half my legs were off the bed. All I could do was lie there, watching her use me.

  “You feel so good. I’m going to come.” She moaned, sliding faster up and down.

  I glanced down to my waist covered by the hem of her dress. I wanted to see her. I wanted to watch my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

  Shivers ran up my spine as I felt her tighten around my cock. I was helpless. She came, and I followed. I freed myself from her grip and grabbed her by the face, bringing her mouth to mine to muffle the groan as I blew hard.

  When she had climbed off, she fixed herself up. I didn’t miss the smirk. “I might use you more often.”

  “Please do.” I told her, still laying there.

  I wanted more, needed more, desired her even more.

  I showed Sienna the bathroom, offering to help clean her up. She pushed me away laughing. I would never have guessed or even imagined that a meeting with the parents would turn int
o a quickie in the bedroom. I was still left unsure what that was, though.

  We left quite soon after Sienna returned. She had work in the morning, and I didn’t want to keep her up. Lauren wanted to make plans for us all to catch up, a double date. I would have agreed if it weren’t for the fact she was my sister and going out with her and her husband was not my ideal night.

  Sienna agreed and told her she would call and they would make plans. Just my luck! My girlfriend did enjoy the company of my sister, who seemed to just want to discuss babies, birthing, and eating placentas. No, thanks.

  I sat on my bed, taking off my socks as Sienna grabbed her dress and pulled it off her head. “Tonight was fun.”

  “Which part?” I cocked my head to the side, enjoying the view.

  “Dinner. Sex. Finding out that you used to touch yourself to me before we met. All of it.”

  I agreed, a yawn coming out. “I love you.”

  “I love hearing that.” She made her way over, braless and wearing a pair of pink boy short panties. “I love you.”

  I grabbed her by the hips, and she let out a loud giggle as I threw her down to the bed and jumped on top of her. “My turn to have some fun with you… What do you think about having your arms tied up?”

  “What? No touching you?”

  “Oh yeah, baby. Payback’s a bitch.”

  ***

  The week dragged on, work was getting busier and we rarely saw each other; only a quick hello in the morning when I was heading out and she was returning from work. I missed her. My cock ached to be inside her. I wanted to sleep with her in my arms, not having to call her.

  I knew she had four days off, and I planned to take advantage of that. I picked up dinner then went to the apartment. Firing up the laptop, I got onto Airbnb and looked for a place to go stay a couple nights. We both just needed to get out and go away and take it easy for a few days.

  There was a place down the coast called Eagle Nest Retreat, an hour or so drive. It was not far, and travelling did not bother me. It would be worth it being out in the remote wilderness, taking a bath outdoors as we enjoyed nothing but each other. They had floor to ceiling windows, and the outdoor fire pit overlooked Cradle Lake. It definitely appealed to me.

  I didn’t mind spending four hundred dollars a night to go away, take her someplace cosy and romantic. Girls got off on that kind of shit. I booked three nights away, and we would leave in the morning.

  “Hey, babe!” I smiled hearing her. I missed this.

  “I’m in the kitchen. Dinner’s ready.”

  “Oh.” I could hear a slight disappointment in her tone as she walked in, her nose crinkling. “Smells yum. What are we having?”

  “Sushi.” I walked over, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. “What’s wrong? You don’t sound happy.”

  Her eyes darted to the takeaway containers, then to mine. “No, it’s not that. I’m starving. I just didn’t know you’d already made plans for us.”

  “Oh?” What was I meant to do? Sit around and do nothing until she came home?

  Her eyes roamed around. She was nervous. “It’s just my friends wanted to go out for drinks and dancing, but it’s okay. I’ll call them and tell them some other time.”

  “Sienna, if you want to go out, then go out.” I pulled away, taking a large plate from the drawer. “I’ll eat these if you’re grabbing dinner with friends.” No fucking problem at all.

  I heard her sigh. The people below us probably heard it. It was that loud. “Don’t be like that.”

  “Like what?” I shrugged, giving her the once over. “If you want to go out, then go.”

  “You’ve said that already.” She looked at me deadpan, bumping the drawer shut before I could reach for a plate. “I can eat dinner with you, then go out for a couple hours or so.”

  I had heard that already before. “Go out, have a drink or two… fuck another guy.” The words were out before I could stop myself.

  “Excuse me?” The hurt in her voice was obvious. “Fuck another guy?”

  “Sienna… I didn’t mean—” She put her hand up to stop me. Tears were in her eyes as she shook her head whilst picking up her handbag. I panicked. “Don’t leave.”

  Scoffing, she shook her head. “Why? I obviously have men to go out and screw. How could you even say something like that to me?”

  “It slipped out. I fucked up.”

  “What else wants to slip out? Those kinds of thoughts don’t just slip out unless you’ve been thinking about them, Jackson.” Her breathing started to grow uneven, shallower. “You obviously don’t trust me.”

  Of course, I did. “I trust you.”

  “Just not enough for me to go out with my friends. I’m sorry, but I’ve had a stressful week and wanted to hang out with my friends. Jesus, I’m not clubbing or getting pissed. I don’t drink and go out like her.”

  She knew what this was about.

  “I’ve never said you couldn’t go out with them.”

  “I can’t speak to you right now. I’m...” She stopped, taking a steady breath in and exhaling. “Enjoy your sushi.” She was on the verge of crying. I had never noticed how green her eyes became when they were filled with tears, tears that I had put there.

  I stood there like a dick as she walked away. The door did not slam. I would have preferred if it had. We had never really fought before, and here I had just let my own insecurities take over and start one. I glanced down at the food. Suddenly, my appetite was gone.

  It hit me that I was comparing her to Jasmine. I felt like a dick for how I had acted towards her. I trusted her, but did I really? Was I over what Jasmine had done to me?

  She never called, and I did not go over to her. I did text, call, and leave voice messages, telling her that I had really fucked up and regretted it. She deserved better. She wasn’t Jasmine. Hell, she had managed to remain a virgin until now and gave me that. She was not the type to go out and fuck around.

  I could only hope she comes back or would at least talk to me. I wanted nothing more than to take her away and make up for the words I had said tonight.

  “You’re a fucking dickhead.” Those were the words my sister had said to me after I called and told her what I have done.

  “Thanks for the love,” I muttered back.

  “Well, what do you expect? You hurt her feelings, obviously.”

  “I know.” I wasn’t blaming anyone but myself. “How do I fix it?”

  “A lot of flowers, chocolate, and oral.”

  “I’m not going to discuss going down on my girlfriend with you.” That was a line I would not cross.

  “But you have no problem fucking her until the bed rocks at a family dinner?” she said, teasing me. “We all heard the bed bang into the wall. Why do you think Mum was outside when you came out? She was horrified at you doing that to her. Have some class. You could have waited until you were home at least.”

  I smirked. “Sienna was the one who pinned me down and fucked me.”

  “As if. Don’t go blaming her, you perve.”

  “Truth.” I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re not helping. What do I do?”

  “I don’t know, maybe just wait until she contacts you. It’s almost midnight, maybe she’s in bed sleeping.”

  “Or crying.” I sighed, running my fingers through Colt’s fur. I heard a small knock on the door, and my heart thudded. “Gotta go. Talk later.”

  I hung up before I heard her response and made my way towards the door, hoping it was her. Her tear-stained cheeks made me feel even worse as I stepped aside, letting her in. She had been out, dressed in a pair of skinny leg jeans and a loose top, hair tied up and flats on. That was her pub outfit? She wasn’t in a dress or heels, and there was barely any makeup on her already beautiful face. She was gorgeous.

  “Sienna,” I started to say. She cut me off by covering my mouth with her small hand. I did the only thing I could. I shut the fuck up.

  “You don’t get to talk right no
w. I should have hit you across the face, but then there’s a possible risk of traumatic brain injury, so I’m against violence.” Just how hard was she planning to hit me? Jesus. “Anyway, that’s not the point.” Her hand dropped, and she stared me down, or in her case, up. “I’m mad at you for what you said. It was hurtful, rude, and uncalled for. I would never say something like that to you. I’m not going to be guilt tripped into not hanging out with friends because of what happened with your bitch of a slut ex. Yes, that’s what I think of the cow. Anyway, what I mean to say is that you owe me an apology… and maybe flowers.”

  I nodded. Unsure whether I could speak yet or not.

  “You can talk.”

  “I’m sorry. You’re completely right.” She was. I stepped closer, taking her in my arms. My hands slid towards the base of her neck, tracing my fingertips against her soft skin. “The last time a girl went out with her friends, she fucked another man, and I got scared that you’d see something better or want something more.”

  “How could I ever want more when I have the best standing in front of me?”

  “It’s not just that, Sienna. I love you. I love you so much that I’m terrified one day you’re going to want more than I can give. You’ve only been with one man. What if you decide you want to try something else?” I feared it because I felt so much for her, more than I ever did with Jasmine.

  Her smile began to grow, and her eyes rolled. “Jackson, I’m going to marry you, so I have no hidden desires to have anyone but you. I’m aware you should propose to me first before we get married, but that’s what I see when I look at you and think about the future. Marriage, babies, and a big house with our dogs.”

  “You’re expecting a ring?”

  “Have you seen me? I’m totally marriage material.”

  Oh, yes, she was. “How was your night out?”

  “It was boring. All we did was talk about our boyfriends. It was so good. I even drank coke and had a burger for dinner.” She poked her tongue out, giving me a playful grin. “Now, it’s been a week, and I’m super horny. Can you please take off my clothes and tell me if you like the pretty panties I’m wearing for you?”