Say It Again

by S. Moose

  Aiden and I have a limo and are meeting Grace and Cameron at my parents’ house. They’ve been getting ready since this afternoon. I’m not sure what they’ve done. Whatever they did it had to take at least five hours, as per Cameron.

  The limo pulls up to the house at six and I look over at Aiden. He’s been quiet since we got in the limo. I know tonight’s going to be hard. He doesn’t freely talk about Clarissa.

  “I’m here if you need anything, man.”

  “Yeah,” he mutters.

  I fix my black tux when I get out of the limo with Aiden behind me. As we walk to the front door, my mom answers and rushes us in. It feels like prom night all over again.

  “Oh my boys. You two look so handsome.”

  “Thanks, Mom.” I lean in and kiss her cheek. Aiden does the same. “Are they ready?”

  “Almost.” She smiles and I know what she’s going to say. “So you and Cameron. I’m so happy for you, honey.”

  “Thanks, Mom.”

  I hear giggling and turn to look up toward the stairs. My heart starts beating wildly in my chest and I lose my breath when I see her slowly walking down the stairs. Her long deep purple dress hugs her body. When she reaches me, she spins for me to see the dress and I’m blown away. The slit is open on the back of her dress and hits just above her ass. Fuck I love her back. The material is thin and she looks beautiful.

  “You take my breath away.”

  “Well you look handsome too, stud.” I lean in to kiss her and see Grace looping her arm through Aiden’s.

  Entering the hotel and into the grand ballroom, we head to the bar and order drinks. The ballroom fills up with people. Light blue and silver balloons fill the room and people are dressed in tuxedos and ball gowns.

  Each table sits eight people and we’re seated by the stage with four other people who work with Aiden. The conversation flows and Cameron stays by my side.

  I notice Grace looking at Aiden and wonder what’s going on. Taking her hand, we walk back to the bar for refills of our drinks.

  “Mind telling me what’s going on?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She looks away and waits for her drink.

  “Grace.”

  “I kissed Aiden,” she whispers and looks down at her hands. “It felt great, and he kissed me back.”

  “But?”

  “But, I’m not Clarissa and I’ll never be her.”

  The sad tone in her voice makes me feel bad. I wish my sister would find happiness instead of dating all those fucking losers. “Did he say something?”

  “No, he didn’t have to. I spent the night at his house, lying in his arms, and we talked. When he looked at me, I knew he saw me, but his mind was somewhere else. I don’t know. Please don’t be mad at him.”

  “I’m not,” I tell her. Having Grace find happiness with Aiden doesn’t bother me. Both of them mean a lot to me and it would be great if they can find happiness together. “Aiden’s a great guy.”

  “He is.”

  “Don’t let his past with Clarissa make you feel that you’re not good enough because you are. The thing about Clarissa is that she was his first love.”

  “I know. I’m competing with a ghost, Jacob. I miss her too, but not the way Aiden does. I want him to be happy. I want to be the one who makes him happy.”

  “Just give him time. He hasn’t been with anyone since Clarissa,” I tell her truthfully.

  “Yeah.” She nods her head and takes her drink. “He told me that too.”

  We walk back to the table and I notice Cameron talking to one of the wives at the table. I don’t want to interrupt so I place my hand on her back, letting her know I’m here, and turn to talk to Aiden.

  “CAMERON PRATT.” A woman I just met, Shayna Valentine, looks at me with a knowing look. Her last name is familiar and after a few moments, I remember.

  “Shayna Valentine of Valentine Financial. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  “The pleasure is all mine, dear. I know this is unorthodox, but we were going to reach out to you Monday afternoon to offer you an interview. Your resume and letters of recommendation are impressive. You, my dear, will be a great asset to the company.”

  I feel Jacob’s hand on my back and blink a few times. This is unbelievable. I didn’t think I’d hear from them since the position I applied for is senior level.

  “Come to the office Monday at eleven. We’ll do lunch and get all the paperwork out of the way.”

  “Thank you so much, Mrs. Valentine. This means so much to me.”

  Shayna smiles and shakes my hand again before turning to her husband and continuing her conversation with him.

  A slow song comes on and I take Jacob’s hand, leading him to the dance floor as “All of Me” by John Legend plays. We’re wrapped up in each other, swaying to the music, and he’s looking at me with so much love it’s making me weak in the knees. When he looks at me desire in his eyes, my body freezes and I want to give him all of me.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  “Thank you.” I blush and place a soft kiss on his lips.

  “Who was that woman you were talking to?”

  “Shayna Valentine of Valentine Financial. She pretty much offered me a job, so Monday I have to go meet her for lunch.”

  “That’s amazing, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

  “Aw thank you, babe.”

  The feel of his hot breath on my neck is driving me crazy. I love being in his arms. When we’re together it’s as if no one else is around. For the first time I’m completely and utterly happy and it’s all because of Jacob Shea.

  “So I know tonight’s our night, but I need to be with Grace for a little bit. She’s so sad and I don’t feel comfortable leaving her.”

  “That’s fine, babe.” He kisses me again and dips me causing me to laugh and hold on tight. “I’m going to hang with Aiden after. I’m sure the speech he’s about to give won’t be easy.”

  I’m glad we’re so comfortable like this. I would love to spend the night with Jacob, but our friends need us. It’s not like we won’t have more nights together so I can remind him how much he means to me.

  The song ends and it’s time for Aiden’s speech. Everyone’s attention is toward the stage and I can tell he’s nervous.

  “Good evening. I’m Dr. Aiden Crawford, and I thank you for being here this evening and for your donations. Everything donated tonight will help benefit the cancer unit at Strong Hospital. Nearly twelve years ago, Clarissa Crawford succumbed to cancer, leukemia to be exact, and she left behind her strength and inspirational story. When I met Clarissa, I was ten years old and she was the new girl at school. As soon as I saw her, I told my mom I was going to marry that girl someday, so the next day at school I brought her a muffin and our love grew from that day on. She put everyone else before herself and inspired people every day. During her free time, she’d volunteer at the hospital, soup kitchen, animal shelters and in the summer, Habitat for Humanity. Nothing was holding her behind. She never allowed her illness to control her life. As the years went on, the vengeful sickness slowly took my wife. The doctors didn’t think she would survive, but Clarissa,” he pauses and looks down before starting again. “But she was a fighter. She fought hard. When her doctors admitted her for the final time, I proposed and we married that night. Three days later, she died and is now in a better place. My work, my patients, this hospital, stand as a reminder to fight for what counts. To spread positive words and encouragement, like Clarissa did for so many. Thank you again for this honor. I know she’s looking down with a smile on her face.”

  The room erupts in applause and Aiden takes his seat next to Grace. I watch as they whisper to one another and wonder how they’re both doing.

  After dinner, I notice Grace is on her sixth glass of wine. Taking her outside, she slumps against the wall and I know it’s time to take her home. Sending Jacob a quick text, I see our driver and he takes us back to Grace’s house. During the ride, sh
e’s leaning on me, crying and holding my hand. My best friend is breaking and I don’t know how to help her.

  When we get back to her house, we’re changed into pajamas and outside with more wine and ice cream. Grace won’t look at me. Her face is in the ice cream carton and she keeps looking at her phone.

  “I love him, Cameron,” she admits and tosses the empty ice cream carton on the ground. “I’ve loved him for so long. When he and Clarissa were together, I fell back into the shadows. Then, when she passed away, I stayed by his side and I thought as the years went on, we’d be together or he’d see how much I love him. But, I’ll never be her. The way he talks about her, I mean, it’s just so much love and so much of everything. I told Jacob we kissed, but I didn’t tell him everything.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “We had sex,” she whispers and pours herself another glass of wine. “We had sex and it was amazing. Now, I don’t know, everything’s weird. He’s not treating me badly at all. It’s just, he still doesn’t see me.”

  “Aw, Grace. These things take time. I know he cares about you so much and I’m pretty sure he likes you. I see the way he looks at you. It’s the same way Jacob looks at me. Do you really love him?”

  “Yes.”

  “That look in his eyes when he sees you has so much light. Be patient and be there for him. He’s probably wondering where you are now.”

  Grace hands me her phone and there are six messages from Aiden asking where she is and if she’s okay.

  “See! Grace, this man is totally falling for you. You need to be the one to make it official.”

  “I can’t. Not right now.” Grace moves her face away from mine. “I just can’t.”

  Wrapping my arm around her shoulder, she leans into me, and I watch as my best friend slowly breaks. After an hour outside, I help Grace into bed and sit next to her.

  “Go to Jacob,” she mutters and rolls over to face me. “You’re my best friend and I love you so much. I want time alone if that’s okay.”

  “I’m not leaving you, Grace.”

  “Yes.” She nods and points at the bedroom door. “Please go and have fun.”

  “Are you sure?” Grace nods and pats my hand before turning back over. Slowly getting out of bed, I grab a few things and head out.

  When I pull up to Jacob’s house at two a.m. I use my key he gave me and quietly head inside. He’s been home for an hour and I know he’s sleeping. Taking a step, one by one, I open his bedroom door and stand by his side, looking at how peaceful he looks. The lamp on his nightstand is on and I smile. He knows I hate the dark.

  “Are you done eye fucking me?”

  “What?” I laugh and sit down on the bed, touching his face, and feeling his abs. Damn my man is sexy.

  I feel his hand going up my thigh. I move away, wagging my finger in his face. Standing up, I slowly take off my beige trench coat and let it slip off my body. The look of appreciation on his face and I smile knowing what I’m doing to his body. Thank you Victoria’s Secret for this sexy little black lace lingerie. Slowly turning around, I turn my head over my shoulder and give him a wink. The way he’s staring at me makes my body tremble. Warmth pools between my thighs and I want more than anything to feel him inside me. Pulling out my phone, I press shuffle on my Sexy Times playlist I specially made for him. “Whisper” by Chase Rice plays and I slowly sway my hips, running my hands up and down my body. Moving my body to the rhythm of the song, I turn around and very slowly bend over, touching my toes, and rubbing my legs as I stand up straight again. I can hear him breathe and close my eyes, allowing the music to take over. I never thought I’d have the confidence to do this, but Jacob, he makes me feel sexy. He makes me feel confident.

  When I open my eyes, he’s standing before me, and I can see how much he appreciates my dance for him.

  “Fuck, you are so sexy, baby.”

  Jacob guides me to the bed and pushes me down, flipping me over and I feel his lips press on my ass cheeks. This feels different, and if I’m being honest, I love it.

  “We’re going to be quick this time because I fucking need you, then I promise we’ll go slow next time.”

  “God, Jacob,” I moan, “I need to feel you inside me.”

  When I don’t feel his lips anymore, I look over and see him going through his drawer.

  “Ah, you’re kind of killing the mood.” I laugh and watch as he grabs a clear bottle. My eyes go wide when I see what’s in his hands. “Lube? Baby, I don’t think that’s necessary.”

  “I want to try something with you,” he tells me, slowly walking toward me and going for my ass again.

  “Jacob?”

  “Anal.”

  As soon as that word comes out of his mouth, my eyes go wide and I start sweating. I’ve never thought about how it would feel to do anal. I mean, that hole is not meant for sex, right?

  “Ah, anal?” There’s a slight quiver to my voice. I have no idea how or why he thinks I’d want to try that. I mean, no. That’s the forbidden area. That’s the no-no hole.

  “Trust me.” He smirks, opening the bottle and lubing up his fingers. I watch as he presses his lips on my ass again and his fingers inch near my pucker. “Cameron, I’ll go slow and if you don’t like it tell me to stop.”

  “Okay,” I reply with a hint of hesitation in my tone. I trust Jacob with every last part of me, even though I’m nervous about the unknown, I know he will be gentle with me and try to make me as comfortable as possible.

  When his other hand starts reaching around to play with my clit, my body begins to tremble. His simple yet compelling touches send me into a frenzy of need and want with an uncontrollable desire for something I didn’t know I could ever crave. Before I know it, I’m moaning for more as his hand continues to have its way with me, manipulating my bundle of nerves in a way that has my pussy aching and my ass throbbing for attention.

  “You’re so wet, baby,” he huskily groans against my ear, creating a delicious sensation on my overly heated skin that I feel all over.

  “Just for you,” I rasp in a heady tone that sounds almost foreign coming from my lips. In one quick and sudden movement, he flips me onto my back, licking, kissing, and sucking his way up my inner thighs, leaving nothing but yearning in his wake. A loud, shameless moan escapes my lips the second I feel his hot, silky tongue on my most sacred area. “Please . . .” I beg for I don’t know what. I hear him slightly chuckle as his tongue works its way down my slit, sliding it up and down before taking my clit into his mouth, sucking slow and hard. Making my eyes roll to the back of my head and my back arch off the bed. My fingers immediately run through his hair as I feel his tongue circling my clit, moving his face side-to-side, playing me, controlling me, making me feel like I was just his. That I had always been just his. He finger fucks me for a few minutes, getting his fingers nice and wet, gathering up my cum before running them down my pussy. I lift my hips in the air, a silent plea to keep going, giving him easier access to play with my ass. He doesn’t hesitate, caressing the pucker of my ass, spreading me open and an intense feeling instantly courses through my body moments later.

  “Fuck,” I pant. “That feels so good.” I don’t have time to contemplate what’s going to happen next. He slowly pushes his finger in, claiming me, inch by inch. My breathing quickens and I want so much more even though it hurts a little. There’s this underlying yearning that’s almost too much for me to bear, I don’t try to understand it. I give into the feeling he’s building, higher and higher. Going slow enough that it’s not too much at once, it’s perfect. He’s perfect. We’re fucking perfect.

  “Keep going,” I beg, urging him to give me what we both want. His finger goes in deeper not letting up. Nothing matters at this moment except what he’s doing to me. He’s still sucking on my clit while he’s fingering my ass and it doesn’t take long until I feel my legs start to tremble and my body start to shake, an explosion of pleasure releasing long and hard. His eyes stay set on mine and fuck it’
s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  So primal.

  So dominating.

  So fucking mine.

  He stands when I scream out his name in ecstasy. Trying to catch my breath, I take a second to admire his washboard abs and delicious V that’s once again doing all sorts of things to my core. Seeing his naked body sends me over the edge and I can’t wait much longer.

  Sitting up on the bed, I run my fingers down his chest, feeling every ripple and solid muscle. Making my way toward his cock that’s begging to be touched, I stroke it. He’s so thick I can barely fit my grasp around his shaft. The desire in his eyes burns into mine. I want to remember him just this way. I stroke him for a few moments, loving the way he feels against my delicate hand and the way he’s peering at me. An expression that I know is mirroring my own. He growls when I let go of his cock, but I don’t waver. Turning myself over, I stick my ass up in the air, staring back at him in an innocent yet sinful expression. Words aren’t needed. He knows what I want. Grabbing the lube again, he puts it on the pucker of my ass and strokes it over his cock next. Once again getting it nice and wet for me to take his big fucking cock.

  “Tell me to stop if you need me to,” he reassures and I smile.

  “Okay,” I tell him, steadying my breathing, mentally preparing myself for what is to come. He kisses my ass cheeks again and takes his cock, rubbing it on my forbidden, uncharted area. The sensation sends pleasure all over my body and I’m not nervous anymore.

  Slowly, he pushes himself in. With each gradual push, I breathe in and out, steadying myself so I can enjoy the experience with him. The pain is bearable but it stings a little. His hands grip my ass to steady me as he continues to slide himself deeper and deeper inside of me.

  “Is this okay?”

  “Yes,” I whisper, “more. I can handle it.” After what seems to be forever, he’s balls deep inside of me and holy shit it feels so good. I can’t believe his massive cock is all the way in me. The pain is gone and all I feel is extreme pleasure.