by J. M. Witt
His hands gently ran up and down my back. As a shiver ran through me he wrapped his jacket around both of us and I burrowed into him a little deeper. I felt his hand on my cheek and leaned into it. Tilting my head up, I found his hooded blue eyes staring into mine.
“Green, they’re definitely green.”
I smirked as he leaned down and rubbed his nose up the length of mine before he kissed my forehead. That’s not the kiss I was expecting. He pulled me closer as he ran one hand through my hair and the other up and down my back. I decided to risk it and pulled the back of his shirt out of his pants, running my hands underneath. He was so warm and I felt him pull my hair back, causing my head to tilt up to him. Before I could find his eyes his lips were on mine.
He teased my lips and whispered my name as I dug my nails into his skin, eliciting a groan from him. I pressed myself into his growing erection and opened my mouth to him. We were still gently swaying to the beat as we made out like a couple of teenagers. His hands caressed my face and neck as we nipped, licked and teased each other. I heard the song end and another started up that I actually recognized. Drunk on You by Luke Bryan started playing as my hands worked around to his front.
“I’m drunk on you.” He smiled as he whispered the words against my lips.
His kisses began to trail over my face and down to my neck. I felt my chest heaving, I was so turned on, and squealed as he suddenly picked me up and easily carried me to the bed of the truck. He opened the tailgate and set me down on the edge, working his body between my legs. Grabbing his face, I pulled his lips back down to mine. We quickly became frenzied as he rubbed me through my jeans with the palm of his hand.
“Calvin…take me…” Startled, he pulled away. I was even a little surprised at my words. He raked his hands through his hair, seemingly lost for words. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have protection with me. Will you come home with me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I grabbed his shirt and tugged him back to me.
He picked me up, my legs wrapped around him as he carried me to the driver’s side. “Scootch.”
I slid over to my side as he rolled the windows back up and we high tailed it out of there. We barely made it in the front door of his place before we fell back on the couch tangled in each other.
Laughing I climbed off of him, barely, and headed toward the stairs to his bedroom. He stalked behind me like a hunter seeking his prey. I took my shirt off, threw it at him, and he caught, then stuffed it in the back pocket of his jeans. I barely made it into his bedroom before he caught me around the waist and pulled me back toward the door. Pressing my front against the door he crouched behind me, digging his erection into my rear which caused me to moan. His mouth was scorching my back as his hands cupped my breasts through my bra.
Dropping my head to the door, I felt his hands travel to the clasp at the back of my bra and undo the hooks. Another shudder ran through me as his hands found my exposed breasts, and I let the bra drop to the floor.
Turning in his arms I said, “You have on too much, as usual.”
I watched as he yanked his shirt off as I started on his jeans. Once the buckle was undone and the button and zipper down, his jeans fell from his hips to the floor with a thud. Stepping out of them, having already removed his sneakers downstairs, his fingers began working on my jeans as he leaned in and kissed me again.
“My boots…let me get them off first,” I panted between kisses.
He directed me to the bed and when the back of my legs hit the mattress, I fell back onto my elbows. Finding the zipper, he removed my boots and then my socks as I undid my pants. Before I could react, my hips flew up over the mattress as he tugged my jeans off in one stroke. I was left giggling on the bed as he crawled on top of me.
My laughter ceased and my breathing became more erratic as Calvin molded my breasts with his hands and mouth. Licking down my belly, until he reached my underwear, he kneeled between my legs and removed them. I spotted the strip of condoms on the night stand, reached over and grabbed them, ripping one packet off. Scooting up the bed, Cal eyed me curiously. Putting the packet between my teeth, I got on my knees and waited for him in the middle of the bed. Palming his erection, through the material of his boxer briefs, I then slipped them down his hips.
I tore open the wrapper, placed it in my hand without removing the condom, and began stroking him with my other hand. When he grew to his full length I removed the condom and placed it on him. We teased each other with our hands a little bit longer before we both grew desperate.
“Sit down.” I ordered him softly and he obliged.
He leaned against the headboard as I crawled into his lap. Licking at his lips I positioned myself closer to him. He reached between us and slipped his fingers through my wet folds and had me nearly delirious with desire.
“Now.”
It was all I had to say. He grabbed his cock as I slid myself onto him. With his head buried inside me, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me so deeply he nearly made me comatose. I slowly pulled him all the way in and felt myself pulse around him as my body became accustomed to him.
Rocking my hips up and down on him, we taunted each other with our mouths, and the pressure inside me continued to build. I tried to remain calm, cool and collected, but emotions suddenly flooded me. Turn it off Jane. TURN.IT.OFF! My body began to lose control as I rode him faster and faster. Gripping my hips tighter, Calvin seemed to be losing control too.
I moaned his name into his neck as I clung to him for dear life, it was only a short moment later and he was quivering inside me as his release found him. I was entirely limp against his body as he leaned against the headboard, catching his breath. Tears ran silently from my eyes as I turned my face away from his neck. My breathing was under control and I pretended to be asleep so that I could hide my emotions.
We sat there like that for a long time before he whispered my name. This time I was on the verge of sleep.
“Calvin,” I whispered back. He maneuvered us down the bed so that I was lying on his chest and then he pulled a blanket over us.
“If you want me to take you home, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Smiling into his chest I murmured, “Holding my peace.” His hands continued to run up and down my body as sleep claimed me; thoughts of him as my home drifting through my foggy brain.
C hapter Thirteen
~ JANE ~
When I woke my whole body hurt. I tried to roll over to find a clock, but I was suddenly overcome with lower abdominal pain. Hugging myself I cried out as I felt a rush of warmness between my legs and the pain became excruciating. I remembered the beating he gave me the night before and how I had done everything I could to protect the life growing inside me. I was almost in my second trimester and was beyond thrilled to have a baby. Derek was not so receptive. I didn’t understand, he’d always said he wanted a family. I hadn’t told anyone except for Derek, waiting to get to thirteen weeks before telling everyone.
He came home drunk last night and started accusing me that the baby wasn’t even his. I begged and pleaded with him that it wasn’t true. I would never cheat. Before I was aware of what was happening, he grabbed the back of my head and threw me into the coffee table. After he was done beating me he collapsed to the floor next to me and began crying before he carried me to bed. I tried fending him off, but I was drifting in and out of consciousness, my body useless to me.
I had no idea how severe the damage was, but could guess what the pain in my abdomen was. The baby was gone. My little boy was gone. I had a feeling, an intuition, that it was a boy, call me crazy. I began sobbing uncontrollably and as I brought my hand out from between my legs, my suspicions were confirmed. He wrapped his arms around me as I began screaming with all my might.
~ CALVIN ~
I woke to her sobbing in her sleep. Jane was in the fetal position and I watched for a split second, completely unsure of what to do. Pulling her to me, I
wrapped my arms around her and tried soothing her. “Jane, it’s okay, you’re safe.”
She let out a blood curdling scream, unlike anything I’d ever heard, and began defending herself. Shaking her shoulders until she ceased her attack on me; she finally looked up, completely baffled.
“Jane?” The fog began to lift from her eyes as she focused on my own.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She began checking over her body, as I watched, like she was looking for an injury. What the hell was going on? “Jane, you’re okay. That was quite a nightmare. Do you want to talk about it?”
She looked to me as if determining if she could trust me. Nodding her head she said, “I do, just not yet. I’m not ready.” The tears began flowing down her face again as she started to tremble.
Pulling her to me, she let me hold her close, as I tried to warm her up. Tugging the blankets tight around us I soon realized she’d drifted back to sleep. I laid there for at least an hour, thankful she was calm, but wondering what could have caused such a horrible nightmare. I had a feeling I wouldn’t like the answer when she decided to open up to me.
I did know one thing for sure. I was done. Finished. I was completely and utterly enraptured in this woman. I was a crazy motherfucker to even think it so soon, but there was no denying it. She’d completely ruined me for any other woman, and I had to keep it to myself…for now. She was fragile. She didn’t think I knew it, but I felt it in my soul like I could feel own my heartbeat. She was broken, and I was going to put her pieces back together if it was the last thing I ever did.
When I woke in the morning she wasn’t there, and my heart sank. Suddenly the smell of bacon filled the air. That’s what I’m talking about! I threw on some sleep pants and made my way downstairs. Jane, my baby doll, was standing in front of the stove in a t-shirt of mine that almost hit her knees. She was so petite. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, bending down to rest my head on her shoulder.
“You’re the guest. Shouldn’t I be cooking for you?”
Turning her head, she gave me a peck on the cheek. “You can cook next time! It’s almost done. Grab a seat.”
We didn’t talk about the elephant in the room and I wasn’t going to pry. She seemed completely back to normal and maybe it was just a nightmare, nothing more serious than that.
We ended up spending the day together which included a late lunch at her Aunt and Uncles house, James’s parents. We were celebrating Cassidy’s birthday and my Dad and Lisa were there too. The unrelenting teasing that went on between all of them was awesome, and not something I expected from wealthy people. We all got along like one big happy family.
Once we left The Benedict’s, after Eva had collapsed, Jane filled me in on Eva’s cancer diagnosis. I was in shock, she seemed so healthy. Reflecting on the death of my mother, I spilled every nasty detail to Jane. She was surprised and sorry. I don’t know why I told her, but felt even closer to her once I did. We stopped by her place so she could grab a few things and a car.
When we got there, we discovered that her Mom and Dad had gone away for a few days, which is why they weren’t at the lunch. Jane explained that her Dad traveled a lot so she didn’t see much of him, and when he was home, her parents usually spent their free time up north at their cottage. Her house was just as big, if not bigger, than James parents’ house. It was ridiculous. She led me up to her bedroom, which was probably three times the size of mine. There weren’t any audacious furnishings. In fact, it was simple in decoration, with some memorabilia from high school decorating the walls. There was one picture in particular that caught my eye. It was a younger version of her, James, and another guy.
Walking up behind me she said, “That’s my brother Jason.” She didn’t seem sad; he’d been gone a long time.
She had already given me the cliff notes version of what happened to him yesterday after the incident between James and Cassidy, and before we had all gone out. It was horrible what happened to Jason. Drug overdose at seventeen was such a waste. We were all very close in age, and it was hard to fathom losing a sibling at such a young age. When Jane had been mourning her brother, I was dealing with the aftermath of my own mother’s death. I vaguely remembered hearing the stories about the rich kid who OD’d on New Year’s Eve, but nothing more.
Changing the subject I told her, “Jane, I have to work tomorrow night. So unless you’re prepared to stay up all night, I should head home to try to get back on schedule.”
She seemed to be processing my words as she looked at me. “I’m up for an all-nighter. We have a pretty cool theatre room. We can watch movies and what not, if you like. Besides, if I get the job at the hospital I’ll be working midnights too.”
“Sounds good.”
Later that night we were playing twenty questions. There had been no startling revelations about one another. First kisses, first loves, things of that nature. I wasn’t trying to pry, but couldn’t help asking about her last relationship.
“So what happened with your last relationship?” I didn’t miss that she slightly stiffened, but tried to cover it up by flashing her brilliant smile at me.
“The same thing that happens in most relationships, things fizzled, he cheated, I left.” She shrugged her shoulders and didn’t lose eye contact with me. “My turn. What happened with your last relationship?” She turned the tables on me.
“What do you mean by last relationship?” I smirked as she picked up a pillow and threw it at me, calling me a pig while she did it.
“I knew you were a player Calvin Charles. I’m just one of many notches in your belt, aren’t I?”
“How many is many?” She balked at me and I started cracking up.
I had my share of friends with benefits. Being in the military, and then in the academy before making the force, it was kind of the only thing I had time for. Besides, the fact was that nobody else had burrowed their way in like Jane had. Don’t get me wrong, I’d had a couple of serious relationships, but they never lasted more than a year or two. Brittany couldn’t handle me being overseas, and Hannah couldn’t handle me being a cop. It was what it was.
The only time I recalled having my heart broken was by Stacey, in high school. We’d dated all junior and senior year. She stood by me after my mom died and was even a role model for Cassidy. After graduation we were making our college plans. Apparently she’d changed her mind and wanted to go to Texas for school. That was news to me. We’d discussed getting our own place and going to community college together. Her change of course utterly depressed me. To say I was devastated was an understatement. Looking back I know that I was just a love sick boy.
That September, 9-11 happened. I was working full time and going to school part-time while living at home. I had a heart to heart with my Dad, he gave me his blessing, and that’s when I enlisted. I dropped out of school and was headed to basic training within a couple of months.
C hapter Fourteen
~ CALVIN ~
“Calvin?” I was lost in my thoughts as Jane pulled me out of my trance. “Where were you?”
“I was remembering the only girl who broke my heart and the role it played in me joining the military. I think I owe her a thank you, cuz without her, I may have never ended up here, with you.”
“You’re such a schmoozer.” She rolled her eyes and tossed some popcorn in my face before I tackled her to the floor and began tickling her. Straddling her thighs, I managed to pin her hands above her head with one hand while the other slowly traced down her abdomen, to the hem of her shirt. Her flat belly was exposed and I couldn’t resist lifting her shirt up further.
“You have such soft skin. It’s like silk.” Her gaze became transfixed on mine as my hand explored her torso. Releasing her hands, my own began to travel her body in unison. I leaned down to her face and inhaled her sweet breath. “Jane?”
“Uh huh.”
I forgot my question for her as she closed the distance between our
mouths, licking my lips with her tongue. She stroked my mouth with her tongue as I did the same to her. Twirling her nipples into hard nubs as her hands tried to pull me closer. We were like magnets, and I couldn’t keep my hands off of her.
“Jane, I can’t get enough of you.”
“Same here. I want your hands on me, all of me, and your mouth too.”
Smiling against her lips I said, “Ask and you shall receive.”
Moving off of her, I leaned back and sat down on the couch behind me. Reaching for her hand, I pulled her onto my lap when she placed her hand in mine. I kept her back to my chest and spread her legs wide. Her small round ass resting on my cock nearly drove me mad.
“Stop wiggling before you make me embarrass myself.”
Giggling she said, “No need to be embarrassed. I’d take it as a compliment, or at least my ass would.”
She dropped her head back to my shoulder as I turned her face toward mine. Devouring her lips, my hands began massaging her breasts once more. Before I could do it first, she yanked her shirt over her head as my right hand cupped her. Like we could read each other’s minds, we both lifted our hips and pushed down our pants and underwear. I managed to get mine to my knees. Jane took her feet, placed them in the waistband stretched around my knees, and pushed them down the rest of the way.
“Now you’re just showing off.” I nipped at her ear as she wiggled against me.
She managed to maneuver herself in such a way, that my cock was thrust out between her legs, it helped that she was tiny. She rubbed her crack against me, which was slick with her juices, and I soon felt her hand reach down to touch me.
“Touch me, Calvin.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. I ran my fingers over her bare mound and into her tight channel, causing her to press against me harder. She leaned over as I kissed her shoulders, while we each rubbed each other vigorously. It was the hottest thing I’d done in a long time, and maybe ever, that didn’t include my cock inside her. I was beginning to learn her body and after a few minutes, I recognized the change in her as she neared her climax.
