I look up. “What?” I ask.
“After I saw...” Another breath, another jerking exhale. “Hayden and Scarlet. I thought after what we said... that you didn’t want me anymore. I thought you did it on purpose so I’d walk in and see you two together and you wouldn’t have to break up with me, I’d just leave. So, I just left.”
I put the half-eaten cookie back in the tin and brush the crumbs off my fingers. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted, Jenny,” I say, not hesitating for a moment.
She turns her head up. “That’s not what you said—”
“I know what I said,” I interrupt. “I said I could have anyone I wanted but it wasn’t true. I was a stupid kid. We were stupid kids, too dumb to get married that young and we both knew it.” I take a step closer to her. “I thought that’s why you ghosted me. Not… Scarlet. So, when Stella came to me saying that your lawyer contacted her saying you wanted it annulled I…” I swallow hard, “I just signed the damn thing instead of…”
A tear falls down her cheek. My fingers twitch with the need to reach out and wipe it away but she does it herself.
She keeps her head down low, though I wish she wouldn’t. Being so close to her again, it’s almost painful not being able to look into those green eyes.
“I missed you, Jenny,” I say.
She looks up, just like I wanted her to. Her eyes are full, softly shimmering in the lamplight but she manages to keep the tears from spilling over again.
“I wish I could say the same,” she finally says.
It hurts. Fuck, it hurts more than it should.
She rolls her shoulders back, fortifying that stance just a little more. “I think you should go now, Graham,” she says.
“No.”
“Graham.”
“Let me say one thing first,” I say. “All right? You owe me that.”
Jen goes quiet again, looking pained and stiff as she tilts her head down.
“Look at me,” I say. “Please.”
“Just say what you need to say—”
“Look at me, Jenny.”
She exhales hard and gives her cheeks another wipe before her head slowly rises. I look into her glistening eyes. The same eyes I fell in love with as a stupid teenage boy and never quite fell out of love with as a full-grown man.
Why say it when I can just show it?
I lean in quickly to kiss her. As soon as our lips touch, she jolts back and shakes her head.
“Graham,” she says, her voice shaky but firm. “Don’t...”
“I can’t go back.” I cradle the nape of her neck with one hand and place the other along her hip, holding her in place. “I can’t pretend like tonight doesn’t change anything because it does.”
“It can’t change anything,” she argues.
“Says who?” I ask, putting my forehead against hers.
“Says...” She stops, forced to take a much-needed breath. “Me.”
“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it,” I say. “Tell me what I have to say to convince you otherwise and I’ll say it.”
“Graham—”
I crush my mouth on hers. It only takes a moment before I start to feel her body melting against mine. Her shaking hands find my hips and her lips purse to kiss me back, rekindling a flame lost deep inside of us.
A flame I once believed was long-dead. Turns out, it was just waiting for this moment to ignite again.
I kiss her harder and Jen parts her lips, allowing my tongue to find hers. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted her but the memory feels so close, like it was only yesterday I had her here in my arms. One moment we were planning our future and making love… and the next, we were screaming at each other and questioning everything.
We were young and stupid but we’re not anymore. Now, we’re older and wiser… but I still want to ravage every inch of her body.
Just a touch of her ivory skin and I’m hers all over again.
I cradle her in both arms, pulling her closer as I grow rock-hard in my briefs.
“Jenny,” I whisper, dragging my lips along her cheek toward her earlobe. “Stay with me.”
She breathes a laugh with closed eyes, her lips trembling slightly. “You’re in my room,” she says. “Shouldn’t you be asking me to let you stay?”
I bury my nose in her ebony locks, inhaling as much of her as I can before she finally boots my ass out of here. “It was my room first.” I smile. “I didn’t have to give it to you.” I sink my teeth into her collarbone, making her shudder. “Please let me stay,” I say, licking where my teeth marked her.
“Graham...” she says, a moan creeping out. “I don’t...”
I ease her backward, firmly pinning her against the closet door. She stiffens but her nipple beads as I slide my hand over her breast.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, my eyes locked on her chest as it rises and falls. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you like I used to...”
I lean down, biting my lip as I hook the bottom of her dress just above her knee.
“Do you think I’ve forgotten how you like it?” I ask, drawing her dress upward. “Have you forgotten... how I used to make you feel?”
Jen opens her mouth, letting her lips sag as her breaths come freely. “Graham,” she says.
Her thighs shake as my smirk climbs my cheek.
“Say it,” I whisper, my fingertips grazing her bare tummy. “Say stop and I’ll leave... but keep screaming like you are right now... and I’ll...”
She sucks in a gasp as I push a hand beneath the thin, smooth fabric of her panties. I ease closer, sliding my leg between her knees to make her part them and she obeys, softly stepping her right foot to the side.
I bite my bottom lip, forcing myself to keep control no matter how badly I want to advance. She could still say no, stop, and honestly, she probably should. Hell, I definitely should.
But I won’t.
“One night,” I breathe.
Jen’s eyes flutter open as her tongue wets her lips. “What?”
I kiss her once, feeling her tremble. “You’re right. This can’t change anything, but…” I nip her jawline, “give us one night of closure.”
“Closure?”
“One night to remember,” I say, looking deep into her eyes. “Something to replace that damn honeymoon forever.”
I lay a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth, taking another hit of her. Jen leans into the kiss, pursing her lips to kiss me back rather than telling me to get away. Her hands slip from my hips to my back pockets and I grow even harder as she grabs me through them.
Our tongues clash and I groan with sick obsession as I ease my hand deeper into her panties. I keep kissing her as I feel the warm wetness building on my fingertips and she lets out a quiet, begging moan the instant I find her clit.
“Tell me,” I whisper, our mouths locked together. “Tell me what you want me to do to you…”
Her hips sway forward, trying to make me rub against her and give her all the pleasure a hand can give but I tug back, tightening my grip along the nape of her neck.
“Tell me,” I repeat, nearly growling.
Jen’s entire body quivers as the last chain of hesitation slips free.
“Touch me, Graham,” she says. “I want you to...”
I smile. “Like this?”
I trace a circle around her clit and she gasps, digging her fingers into my arms to hold herself up.
“Yes,” she moans.
The bud throbs against my finger as I attack it with a flurry of quick rubs. My cock pushes uncomfortably hard against my zipper, begging for the same touch as I’m giving her.
Almost as if she read my thoughts, Jen reaches for my belt. Her fingers bump and drag against my length as she works the leather belt through the metal buckle. I bite her bottom lip as my desire ratchets upward.
Jen opens my zipper and looks up at me with the same rugged passion as I feel for her. Christ, I might just come right here before her hand even touc
hes my cock...
I inch my fingers along her slit, aiming for the source of the dripping wetness covering my knuckles. It’s enough of a distraction to stop her roaming hands. She freezes in place with a silent gasp and I reward her with one lonely finger.
Suddenly, looking at her now after all these years, standing in the same hotel where we first met and explored every piece of each other, I feel like a much younger man again. I feel like that eighteen-year-old idiot who fell madly in lust with her and couldn’t believe she’d feel the same way about me.
Jen writhes against my palm, shifting her hips forward and back to fuck my hand. “Right there,” she says. “Like that...”
I nibble at her neck on my way up to her earlobe. “I know,” I say, chuckling. “I remember exactly where to touch you, Jenny…”
I push against the fleshy spot on her inner wall and she clenches around my digits. She moans in my ear, holding on tighter as we settle into a rough, steady grind. Her hand shoots into my pants and she cups my shaft, rubbing me as I finger-fuck her. I groan into her mouth as wet, breathy kisses take over both of us.
“You’re going to make me explode,” I say, catching my breath.
Jen laughs, barely holding on. “Don’t tell me your stamina has changed...”
I lean back, feigning a little offense with squinted eyes. “Oh, no, Jenny...”
I grab her wrist, halting her rub as I slowly withdraw my hand from her wetness. She mewls with disappointment but only for the second before I scoop her up off the floor with a firm grip on her ass.
“I fully intend...” I say as I carry her across the room to the bed, “on fucking you all night.” I drop her onto the mattress and she lies down as I tower over her petite frame. “Just like you used to beg me to.”
She bites her lip with a wicked smile as I lean over her, our mouths barely grazing.
“So, what say you, Jennifer Parker?” I ask, holding her gaze. “Can I stay with you tonight?”
Jen touches my cheek, her fingertips striking fire along my skin. “Just one night?” she asks.
I nod. “Just one night.”
She pauses, her brow furrowing in thought, before she finally nods.
“Yes,” she breathes. “You can stay with me.”
Seven
Jen
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…
Graham kisses me, a lingering, deep kiss that rattles my spinal column. He draws my bottom lip between his teeth, slowly letting it go as he descends down to the floor.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
He drops to his knees and I gasp as he hooks my legs and tugs me closer to the edge of the bed.
Closer to his face.
Fuuuck.
“Jenny,” he groans, his lips pecking along my inner thighs.
I shudder beneath him. That growl hasn’t changed one bit.
Graham lays his hands on my knees and guides them open. I let him. I don’t even raise a finger to stop him or slow him down. I don’t say a word — not like I could with the moans lining up to take over my voice any second now.
He pushes my dress up to my waist and grabs my panties when he gets there. I look down as he looks up and we meet in eye contact. My breath catches and it doesn’t seem like he’s breathing much at all, either.
Then, he lets go of me. “Come here,” he says.
I sit up, instantly drawn to him. As soon as I’m close enough, he reaches out to cup my face, and pulls me the rest of the way to his lips.
I flick the buttons open on his shirt, eager to get a look at more of his skin. He was fit and healthy in his youth and I’d be lying if I wasn’t excited to see what manhood has done to him.
He leans over as I work his shirt, pushing my hair to the other side to get to my shoulder. He fists the strap of my dress, pulling it down and sinking his teeth into my neck. I take off his shirt and I waste no time doing away with his white undershirt as well, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor.
I suck in a breath.
God bless manhood.
Graham leans back. “What?” he asks, smiling.
I shake my head. “Nothing. I just, uh...” I swallow. “Abs.”
“Abs?”
“They definitely weren’t there before.”
He laughs. “Neither were these curves,” he says as he takes my lips again.
I kiss him harder as I feel his hands slip under my dress again. I pop up an inch and he pulls my panties down to my knees. His kiss drops to my neck and collarbone and cleavage; all the way to my lap. He bites my panties and looks up with sinister eyes as he backs up, sliding them down to my ankles with his mouth alone.
I laugh even harder. I point my toes, letting him slip them off. He leaves my socks on. Does he remember how much I like wearing them to bed? Maybe he does...
Graham deposits my panties to the floor and returns to his knees in front of me. His palms climb my legs, just barely touching me on their way up my thighs. I shiver as he grips my waist and cups my breasts. I think he’s about to guide me down and throw my legs over his shoulders but my heart skips as he looks in my eyes and smirks.
“Turn around,” he says.
I do as he says, my pulse pounding wild as I sink onto my knees on the bed. I prop myself up on my arms, digging my nails into the comforter as I feel his hands on the back of my thighs.
Graham pushes my dress up over my ass. He’s so close, I can feel his warm breath on my skin before his lips even connect with the flesh of my rear. He nips my left cheek and I squirm as he targets the right one, too.
“I’ve always...” he says, biting me again, “loved this ass.”
I make tighter fists, moaning softly as his tongue taps a little close to my holes. He lays both hands on my ass and spreads it wide, revealing the tight entrance I never once let him cross. His tongue, on the other hand, was always allowed to knock…
Graham licks at me and I wobble on my arms as my nerves come alive with aching pleasure. I lose myself, closing my eyes as his tongue works me even better than I ever could have remembered. Talented, strong, trained.
And he’s barely even touched my clit yet.
“Fuck...” I exhale, biting my bottom lip.
“Good girl,” he says behind me.
His tongue drops, quickly finding my wetness and my back arches as he slips inside. I tremble like crazy as one little muscle between his lips tears me apart.
Bad idea, Jen…
You’re gonna regret this in the morning…
This position was exactly the thing I wanted to avoid this weekend and yet, here I am. Bent over a Botsford Plaza mattress with a Botsford tongue shoved right up my cooch.
Christ, how could this get any worse?
“Sit on my face, Jenny.”
Like that.
I lock in place. Graham thrusts his tongue back inside for a few more deep licks before pulling out and laving all the way to the top of my crack.
“Jenny...”
Good God, that growl…
“I heard you,” I squeak.
He chuckles, his warm breath tingling my spine. “You don’t want to?” he asks.
“Oh, no. I do. There’s some definite want to in there.”
I feel him stand but he stays close, gently kissing up my back as he climbs. His hard length presses against my lower back as he fists my hair and tilts my ear toward him.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I saw you downstairs,” he whispers.
His other hand wraps around me to cup my breast over my dress, which is now just barely holding on to my curves.
“The sounds you used to make...” He licks the rim of my ear. “I want it all again with my tongue between your thighs.”
Yes, please.
I turn my head, embracing his wet lips in a deep, dirty kiss.
Graham doesn’t wait for a response. He slinks down my back again, coming to sit on the floor. I rise up on my knees as he dips his head and shoulders back on
to the edge of the mattress to fit them between my open thighs.
“You want to do it like that?” I ask nervously.
His face appears below me, inching into place. “Sure, why not?”
I teeter above him, doubting my own balance with my feet hooked over the edge. “It’s pretty dangerous...”
He chuckles, his breath warm against my slit. “It’ll be all right.”
“I’m just saying, one wrong move and I could snap your neck.”
“Then, I’ll die happy,” he says.
His lips latch around my clit and I swallow the last of my argument. I submit to the lash of his tongue, reaching below to grab his hair as he feasts on me like a rabid animal.
“Oh, fuck...” I moan.
He laughs, his voice vibrating throughout my entire core. His tongue thrusts again while his nose playfully nudges my throbbing clit. I quickly find myself losing my balance so he cups my ass, putting me right back to where he wants me. I moan as my thighs start shaking and I look down at him lapping and lapping and lapping—
“Graham,” I say, my breathing labored and wild.
He opens his eyes and watches me writhe. I try my damnedest to keep my hips steady. I don’t want to smother the poor bastard but I honestly don’t think he’s kidding when he says he’ll die happy this way. Still, I’m not letting him die before I can return the favor tonight.
Because if I’m honest... I’ve thought about him today, too.
I couldn’t help it. Even after all that happened between us — or all that I thought had happened — I still couldn’t shake that warm tickle that shot down my spine the moment we made eye contact downstairs in the lobby.
Now that I know the truth, it’s like the good memories came roaring back and crushed the bad ones to smithereens.
The way his hand used to accidentally brush up against mine if we stood too close together at the counter.
The times we used to sneak up onto the rooftop pool just after our night shift ended to watch the sun rise over the valley... and ended up not watching it at all.
How he always made sure I came first.
Kinda like now.
Lightning rolls down my back and I grip his hair harder. Pleasure builds inside of me, faster and sharper than it has in years. His name, once forever banished from the tip of my tongue, now begs to fall from my trembling lips. It will... as soon as I remember how to use my senses.
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