Lost & Found

by Nicole Williams

  His tongue played with the seam of my mouth, although I didn’t need much encouragement to grant him access. When my tongue touched his, he lowered the rest of himself on top of me, and the sigh I moaned into his mouth wasn’t quiet or short. His erection pressed hard into my stomach, and even though I could barely breathe with it there, I wanted it pressed hard into something else.

  My hand left his back and felt around the mattress, searching for that little box.

  I kept pace with his kissing in the midst of my search and almost cried out with joy when my fingers touched that box. I grabbed what I needed and ripped one free of the strip. I needed both hands to tear the wrapper open, but it didn’t take long. The whole time, Jesse’s hands, mouth, and body continued their pursuits. Each kiss brought me closer, each touch lifted me higher. When his hips flexed against mine, I let out another moan.

  “Damn, Jesse,” I breathed, maneuvering my hands down where I needed them.

  “What?”

  “I need you to slow down and suit up or else I’m going to come before you even get a chance to lose your virginity.”

  He was breathing so hard he was almost panting and his face was flushed. “Am I doing something wrong?”

  “No,” I said instantly. “You’re doing something very, very right.”

  That smug smile reappeared, and his hips flexed against mine again. Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t hold in the sound that slipped from my mouth.

  He said, “I’ve only waited twenty years for this moment. I’ve been playing this whole thing out in my head for a while, so it’s good to know it’s working in real life.”

  “It’s working,” I emphasized, right as my hand wrapped around him.

  That smugness washed right off of his face. In fact, all emotion other than desire left his face.

  I smoothed my hand down his entire length, then up, and repeated the process until I wasn’t so sure he would be able to hold himself back if I did it one more time.

  “How was that?” I asked, rolling the condom into place.

  “Speechless,” he panted, flexing into my hand as I finished with the condom.

  I pressed a kiss into the bend of his neck as I guided him closer. Once he was right where he needed to be, I wrapped my legs around his hips and removed my hands.

  A sheen of sweat covered his entire face and his chest was rising and falling so quickly, I wasn’t sure how he managed to get out words, but he did. “I love you.” He kissed me as sweetly as he’d ever kissed me before.

  “I know,” I replied, running my hands down his face.

  His hips flexed, and he moved inside of me. I cried out and curled my hands into his hair. He moved so slowly and carefully inside of me, almost like I was the virgin. When he was as deep inside as he could go, he trembled and lowered his mouth to my ear. He didn’t say anything. He just inhaled and exhaled, letting me keep pace with him.

  “See?” I said, tightening my muscles around him. “Feels pretty damn great, doesn’t it?”

  Jesse groaned when I squeezed him again. “It’s fucking beautiful,” he breathed, and then he started moving inside of me.

  I could tell he was trying to go slow, to take his time, but that wasn’t a favor I needed. So I lifted my hips and rocked against him at a quicker tempo until he’d caught my pace.

  “It’s all right, Jesse,” I said. “You can come if you’re ready.”

  “I’ve been about to come ever since you took your dress off. I’m just trying to live up to my end of the deal.”

  “Believe me,” I said, fisting my hands deeper into his hair, “I’m there. I’m just waiting for you. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

  “Thank,” he panted, moving deep inside of me, “God.”

  If I wasn’t so close to my climax, I would have laughed at the relief flooding his expression. Instead, I lifted my hips and moved against him, bringing us both closer.

  “Rowen,” he sighed, and when he started groaning and moving inside of me like he couldn’t move fast enough, I knew he’d found his release. I followed him one moment later, and as my body fell apart around him, all I could do was repeat his name. Over and over. Until the only word I knew was his name.

  Even after his orgasm had ripped through his body, he held his weight carefully above me. He didn’t collapse on top of me in a post-sex haze like I knew I would have if our positions had been reversed.

  His breathing took a couple of minutes to even out and, as soon as it did, he lowered his mouth to my ear. “That was one hell of a dance.”

  If I could spend the rest of my life naked and tangled up with Jesse Walker post-O, I’d never once feel like I was missing out on anything.

  It had started to rain a few minutes earlier, and the droplets hitting the roof created a soothing song. The air coming in from the window had that fresh rain scent, and that, combined with the scent of Jesse’s skin, was a powerful aphrodisiac. If we hadn’t just finished doing it five minutes ago, we’d be doing it right now.

  “How are you doing up there?” I asked, tilting my head back from where it rested on his chest. “You’re awfully quiet.”

  Jesse’s fingers continued their lazy pattern up and down my back as I lifted up onto an elbow beside him. “I’m still speechless,” he said, grinning up at the ceiling.

  “Pretty good, right?”

  “Pretty good is an insult to what that just was,” he said, shaking his head. “Speechless is really the best way to describe it.”

  “Was it as good as you were expecting?”

  He grinned. “Better.”

  “I still can’t believe you waited this long to have sex. What were you waiting for?” I teased, tickling my fingers down his sides. “Marriage?”

  Jesse rolled onto his side so his face was level with mine. He skimmed his knuckles down my face. “No. I was waiting for you.”

  Those words earned him one hell of a passionate kiss. After we’d come up for air and I managed to somewhat recompose myself, I asked my next question in the how-could-Jesse-be-a-virgin file.

  “So I get that you and Josie decided to wait, but what about after you two broke up? I’m sure you could have had your pick of whatever girl you wanted for a one-night, no-strings-attached roll in the hay.”

  “Maybe. Maybe not,” he said with a shrug. “But it wasn’t the physical part of the relationship I missed the most. It was the companionship. And a guy doesn’t need a girl to . . .”

  I stuck my tongue into my cheek to keep from laughing as Jesse fumbled for the right word. After a few more seconds, I came to the rescue. “Get off?”

  Jesse shot me a sheepish smile. “I was going for something that didn’t sound so dirty, but yeah, that’s what I was getting at.”

  “And now?” I said. “Now that you’ve felt what sex with a woman and not your hand”—I arched my eyebrows—“is like, do you still think you wouldn’t miss the physical part of the relationship as much as the companionship part?”

  His eyes widened, followed by an emphatic shake of his head. “I’m in big trouble, because now I know what I’d be missing.”

  “I know, right? Those virgins are nuts enough”—I winked down at him—“but those born-again virgins are straight off the loony farm.”

  Jesse chuckled and pulled me closer. “Call me nuts all you want, but I’m glad Josie wasn’t my first.”

  The mention of Josie and firsts reminded me of a conversation I’d had earlier. I cinched my arm tighter around him, almost like I was trying to protect him. “I’m sorry about what happened with Josie and Garth. She told me last night, and I can’t imagine . . .”

  The skin at the corners of Jesse’s eyes creased.

  “And then you found me at his place late at night.” His anger that night made sense after I learned the history between him and Garth. “I’m sorry. I’ll stay away from Garth from now on. I’ll even mix some Mylanta into his eggs if you want me to.”

  The lines wrinkling Jesse’s face slow
ly faded. “Tempting, but that’s okay. Garth’s life is punishment enough,” he said, lying back down and pulling me with him.

  A couple more minutes of silence, except for the rain pinging on the roof, passed. I should at least try to get some sleep because around here, we didn’t really get days off. Cattle still needed fed, along with cowboys. I’d lost track of time, but I knew dawn couldn’t be more than a few hours away.

  “I think now that we’ve really slept together, we should tell my parents about us.” I heard the smile in his voice. The smile on my own face disappeared.

  “Are you sure?” I shifted against him, because I wasn’t.

  “I’m sure.”

  Of course he was.

  I swallowed. “How are you going to tell them?” I couldn’t think of an easy way to break the news to his parents. Would we tell them we were in love? No way would we tell them we’d had sex.

  “Something really smooth,” he said, scooting me closer until my head was just below his chin. I dangled my leg around his waist. “We’ll totally ease them into it.”

  I didn’t know how he planned to “ease” them into it, but Jesse was a smart guy. If he said he could ease them in, I’d believe him.

  “Hopefully your dad and mom won’t mind you dating a menace to society. Otherwise we’re in trouble.” I was mainly teasing, but when Jesse didn’t reply right away, I knew he’d taken it differently.

  “Why did you get into all of the drugs and drinking . . . and stuff, Rowen?” Jesse obviously didn’t like to mention the guys from my past any more than I did.

  “A lot of reasons.”

  Jesse exhaled slowly. “Why do you answer all my questions so vaguely?”

  It was my turn to exhale slowly. Fine. Since we were apparently laying everything out on the table—girlfriends sleeping with good friends, confessions of love, the taking and losing of virginity, et cetera—I supposed I might as well dive right into the bottomless pit of my past.

  “I’ve always been a little different, Jesse,” I started, cuddling closer, “a little one-of-these-things-is-not-like-the-other. I grew up without knowing my dad. I don’t think Mom even knows who my real father is, and the only parent I had was gone more than half the year traveling for work. I was pawned off on neighbors, acquaintances, and sometimes the random old friend passing through town.” I studied the ceiling and focused on Jesse’s body against mine. I was safe. I was loved. I wasn’t that scared little girl anymore. “I really started getting out of control when I hit thirteen.”

  Jesse’s knuckles skimmed up and down my back in slow circles. “Why?”

  He asked all of the questions I didn’t want him to ask. All of the questions I didn’t even ask myself anymore.

  I bit my lip. I could do it. “My mom was dating this one guy.” I couldn’t say his name. I hadn’t said it since and I’d never say it again. “She dated a bunch of losers, but this guy really brought new meaning to the word. I’d find him staring at me when he didn’t think I’d notice. He’d go out of his way to be close to me . . . he’d look for innocent ways to . . .” I swallowed, closed my eyes, and forced myself on, “to touch me. I didn’t think much about it. I just wrote him off as a Grade A Creeper and tried to avoid him. My mom was gone for work one week, and she’d responsibly left me under the care and supervision of said Grade A Creeper.” I felt Jesse’s body stiffen beneath me. Or was that mine? “I’d just gotten home from school and headed to my bedroom. I didn’t even know he was back from work yet. I was in the middle of changing, and he just opened the door and walked inside the room like he owned the place. I yelled at him to get out. He just smiled.”

  Jesse’s hand stopped moving up and down my back.

  “He said that because he took care of my mom, I needed to take care of him. He . . . he . . .” I swallowed, but getting the words out was harder and harder. It was the first time I’d told the story since the day after it had happened. “He said my mom would never have to know. He said it would be our secret. And he said if I ever told anyone, he’d suffocate me and my mom when we were asleep.”

  Jesse’s arms quivered around me. Then again, maybe that’s just the way they felt since I was shaking, too.

  “He came at me. I tried to run. He was faster. He grabbed me and I tried to fight, but he was a big guy and I was even smaller than I am now.” When I closed my eyes, the entire scene played through my head, so instead, I opened them and focused on Jesse. I let him ground me. I let his eyes remind me I was safe. “He threw me on the floor, and I knew what was going to happen next. I knew no one was coming to save me. I knew I was alone.”

  Jesse’s chest was rising and falling hard again. I hated taking him down the darkest road in my life. I hated that he had to know why I was such a goddamned mess. But I loved how not even a little bit did his hold on me loosen. He held me to him like he was trying to protect me from my own past.

  “I looked around for something I could use as a weapon, and that’s when I realized I had all the weapon I needed. You might have seen me in a certain pair of old black combat boots?” Everyone at Willow Springs had seen me in those a good dozen times. “They also happen to be steel-toed and, when kicked right into a man’s balls, they can do some damage. I got out of the house as fast as I could and ran to a friend’s house. I stayed there until mom got home the next day.” The ball was back in my throat. I knew I was one of the lucky ones, my would-be rapist never finished what he’d started, but my ending was still devastating. In fact, the ending was the most heart breaking part of the story.

  “I told Mom what had happened the moment I saw her. I told her everything.” I paused because the tears had started. I felt one drop fall onto Jesse’s neck. His arms flexed around me. “And you know what she did after I finished telling my story?” Jesse shook his head against mine. “She grounded me for lying to her and said if I ever told her the same kind of lie again, she’d send me off to some all girls’ reform school.” My mom and I had never been close—I’d always known I was the mistake she wished she’d never made—but after that day, whatever frail bond we had was forever broken. “Her asshole boyfriend called later that night to break up with her. He thought it was for the best since I’d ‘thrown myself at him’ while she’d been away. She slapped me across the face, called me a little slut, and grounded me again.”

  If there was a way to curl deeper into Jesse’s arms, I was trying.

  “After that, I turned into the walking train-wreck that landed me here in the first place.”

  As hard as it was, retelling the story was easier than I’d expected. I guessed that was because of who I was telling, but as Jesse’s silence continued, I wondered if giving him the “whole” story had been such a good idea.

  “Rowen,” he said at last. His voice was low and vibrated just enough that I knew he was trying to keep some emotions in check. “I love you.”

  I nodded my head beneath his chin.

  “If there was any way for me to go back in time and protect you from that piece of shit, I would do it like that.” He snapped his fingers. “If there was any way for me to go back and kick the shit out of him so he’d never even think about touching another girl again, I would.”

  The anger he restrained almost made me shiver. Other than that night with Garth when he’d come to get me, I hadn’t heard Jesse sound like that.

  “But since I can’t travel back in time, I’m going to promise you this now. I will protect you. I will keep you safe.” His mouth dropped to my forehead and he kissed it. “You are safe.”

  I was safe.

  I. Was. Safe.

  Those were three words I’d needed to hear from my mom five years ago. Jesse’s arms wrapped around me the way I’d needed her arms to wrap around me then. He comforted me exactly the way I’d needed comforting as a terrified thirteen-year-old. He was healing the wound that had been opened so long ago, I’d almost forgotten it was still there. I’d distracted myself with things that numbed my mind and body just enou
gh I could continue to forget.

  I didn’t need those things anymore. I’d never need them again. I wasn’t healed—I wasn’t naive enough to think some words and hugs would heal that kind of a wound—but I’d been heard. Finally, someone had heard me and believed me.

  I could take my first step forward. Finally.

  “Thank you for listening,” I said. “And thank you for what you just said. I’m sorry my past is such a ginormous cluster-fuck.”

  Jesse’s head shook.

  “Please don’t say you don’t care about what I’ve done or what’s been done to me,” I said before he could. “Please don’t say that.”

  “I wasn’t going to say that.” His lips brushed over my forehead. “I do care about your past, Rowen. It’s made you who you are today, and that’s the girl I’m in love with.”

  “Okay. Did you come with some sort of manual that goes over the exact right thing to say to a girl?” I lifted my head so I could look at his face. After a moment, he mirrored my smile. “Because I swear to God, you say the exact perfect thing at the right time.”

  “I don’t need a manual to tell the truth.” He kissed the top of my head and pulled the blankets around me. “We’d better get to sleep. Or else you’re going to fall asleep in the blueberry pancake batter in the morning.”

  Jesse was back. The anger was gone, his muscles had stop quivering, and his voice was back to normal. I’d just admitted my darkest secret, and he’d heard it, accepted it, comforted me, and moved on.

  After five years of feeling like I was suffocating, I could breathe again.

  “I don’t want to go to sleep,” I said.

  “You’ve officially de-flowered me, and we’ve talked about so many serious things, my head’s still spinning.” I elbowed his side for the “de-flower” comment. “What else could you possibly have in mind?”