Labeled Love

by Danielle Rocco

  “Is this really yours?”

  “Yeah, I can’t be without you anymore. I need to be able to see you whenever I want.” He cups my face, kissing me hard.

  Biting my lip, I give him my sassiness he can’t get enough of. “Do I look good in my bikini?”

  Patting me on the butt, Jace walks us to the grass along the side of the driveway. He lets out a little gasp as I wrap myself around him tighter. Gently lowering me to the ground, he lays on top of me.

  “You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, kissing my collarbone. “Right now, in this bikini, you’re kind of killing me slowly.” As he presses himself into me, there is no doubt how much I’m killing him.

  “I can tell, baby. Take me inside, Jace.”

  “No way,” he says as he quickly gets off me while adjusting himself. I remain still on the grass while he looks down at me. Yeah, he definitely liked the bikini. “If I take you to your room right now, that will be it. I won’t be able to control myself.”

  I give him my best pouty face and say, “I don’t want you to control yourself.”

  “Shay, you don’t have any idea how bad I want that, but not like this. Our first time will not be a quickie in your bedroom while I’m a nervous wreck because your parents might show up.”

  I cut him off, trying my best to reassure him, “They aren’t supposed to be home until late tonight.”

  “I don’t want to disrespect your parents, Shay.”

  “Don’t you ever want to be young and reckless, baby?” I ask him loudly.

  “I don’t ever want to be reckless with you,” he says seriously.

  “Then just be young,” I say breathlessly, arching my back onto the grass. “Let’s just be young, and do something sneaky. Something we will look back on and giggle about. Please don’t take this away from me. I do everything right. I just want to do something that we can lose ourselves with.” I give him my Stark smile. I know he will cave to it.

  “Are you sure they won’t be home?”

  “I’m positive.”

  “Why do I think I will never have a chance telling you no?”

  “Because you’re smart.” Winking, I pull him toward me and whisper lowly into his ear, “Come on.” Nudging him forward, I add, “I want to take you to my love cave, baby.”

  I lead him to my room. My stomach fills with butterflies with the anticipation of having Jace alone like this, in my house, in my bedroom. I’m in my bikini, leaving me almost bare to him already. He trails behind me with his hand firmly in my grasp. I love the way he rubs his thumb over the top of my hand gently. “Do you want to study my bikini lines?” He gives me a tortured look. I’m not giving him time to deny me. Sitting on my bed, I remove all my decorative pillows and lie down. His gaze meets mine. I’m shocked when he pulls his shirt over his head and gets on the bed. “You are so sexy, Jace.”

  He leans over me slowly while kissing my forehead. “You don’t know how hard I’m trying to control myself right now, Shay.”

  Yeah, he’s not denying me.

  Yet anyway.

  He lies beside me, taking my chin in his hand, directing me to his mouth. I press my lips to his, and he kisses me. Slowly trailing his hand down my neck, I tremble underneath his touch when he cups my breast. He squeezes it gently as he moans into my mouth.

  My body is on fire. Jace continues his sweet torture as he gives my breast a final squeeze. Leaving my breast, he slides further down until he reaches my bikini bottom. He teases me, rubbing his hand against me. I’m seriously burning up for him. He looks up into my fiery eyes and smiles mischievously.

  “You want me reckless, baby? Or you just want me to let go and be young?” Without breaking contact, he slowly moves my bikini bottom aside.

  I gasp.

  “I want you to finally touch me like you want to,” I tell him, shocked he just did that. He bites my bottom lip and slowly slides one finger inside me. I can’t really breathe normally. He reaches up, seeing my struggle.

  “Breathe, baby. I promise I’ll make you feel good. I’m going to touch you, just like I dream about.”

  He makes everything feel good. I want to make him feel good, too.

  “What about you, Jace?”

  “What about me?” he says as he gently slides his finger in and out of me. He pauses. “You’re so warm. I…” He removes his finger and puts my bikini bottom back in place. He’s torn. “God, baby, you feel so good.”

  I wiggle beneath him. “What about you? Don’t you need it?”

  He smiles at me with that adorable smile that makes me putty in his hands. “Baby, I need it, but I want you to have the fairy tale. Hell, I want the fairy tale. I love you, Shay. As long as I know I have you, I have everything I need.” I can’t think straight; he’s making my toes curl. His words are just so sweet. “When you’re ready, you can take care of me.” He kisses my lips as he moves his hand back down and rubs against me. “Stop talking, pretty girl. Just feel right now.”

  God, he is so sexy. The way he looks at me, the way he touches me, the way he breathes me in when he runs his nose against my neck. I think back to when we first met. How I felt something for him from that first glance. I didn’t know what I felt since I was only twelve, but I knew I felt something for him. Now, I know what it was. It was my soul telling me I found him. I remember that morning when I saw my dad kiss my mom. When he took his hands, cupped her face, kissed her, and looked into her eyes. I wished for that. I wanted that kind of love.

  I kiss Jace hard, tasting his sweet mouth, running my fingers through his sexy hair. I moan into his mouth as he slowly draws circles and presses his thumb against me. “Whoa, okay, baby, you’re really good at that.”

  He chuckles, keeping his fingers pressed against me as his pale blue eyes meet mine. “I’m going to be really good at a lot of things.”

  I close my eyes from the intense feeling building inside me. “Jace?” I say his name, trembling when I feel his hard body over me.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  I’m so lost in this feeling right now. What started out as Jace on the side of me on my bed has now turned into him on top of me. His body is moving against mine, hitting just the right spot. He’s working me as though he’s inside me. One of his sexy arms is by my head, and I see it flexing with each thrust. He’s pressed up against me and… Oh my God. This is so hot.

  “Look at me when you come, Shay.” I start clenching inside. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how good we’re going to be together? I will always make you feel good.”

  I nod as my lower body starts to tighten. Closing my eyes briefly, I feel myself explode with pure unfiltered need. I open my eyes wide and stare into his eyes. With a strained face, he lowers his hand, gently putting his finger inside me.

  “I need to feel you,” he says as I come around his finger. He puts his forehead to mine as I ride out my orgasm. “I will never forget that,” he whispers softly while I try to control my breathing.

  Wow.

  “Have I ever told you how much I love your voice?” he says, kissing my cheek, keeping his finger inside me.

  “No,” I say breathlessly.

  “It’s the first thing I ever encountered when I met you. I didn’t see you. I only heard your voice. It was so soft. I’ve learned over time that you have many tones to your voice. You have a tone for when you’re upset, when you’re happy, when you’re excited, when you’re sassy, when you’re concerned. Now I’ve heard your voice when you come undone. Baby… you sound so beautiful when you come. I’m going to call that your pleasure tone.”

  He brings a smile to my face. I never knew Jace thought about something so simple as my voice. “That’s really swoony. I guess the only one you haven’t heard is my scared tone,” I tell him.

  “I don’t ever want to hear your scared tone.”

  “What if I see a big spider? That voice is definitely my scared voice.”

  “You don’t see spiders when you’re with me.”
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  “You’re right. I’m always safe when I’m with you.”

  “I want to hear that voice again.” I feel his arousal against me. Groaning, he removes his finger slowly, placing it into his mouth and sucking on it. That’s got to be the sexiest thing ever. Boring his eyes into mine, he takes his strong hands, cups my face, and kisses me. “I love you, baby,” he says.

  Once our eyes lock, I giggle.

  “What’s so funny?” he asks teasingly.

  “Can I try something, Jace?”

  He gives me a questioning look. “What do you want to try?” Even though I’m a jumble of nerves, I give him a sexy smile. I’ve never touched him like this. Crazy, right? We’re probably the only teenagers I know that haven’t done this. I know for some it’s unheard of, but Jace is different. He always has been so in tune to his feelings and mine.

  I know he’s going to tell me no. Not because he doesn’t want it, but because he’s always concerned about doing things right with me. But, I want him to know this is right.

  “Promise you won’t stop me?”

  “I promise,” he says sincerely.

  With shaky hands, I reach down and release him from his shorts. He has gym shorts on, so easy access. Thank God.

  “You don’t have to do this, Shay,” he says, placing his hands over mine.

  I roll my eyes. “Jace, you just gave me my first orgasm. We’ve crossed over to the other side now, baby.” I smirk. “You promised me.” He lets go of my hands. “Just guide me, baby. Show me what to do. Show me what you do when you think about me.”

  I look up to his lust-filled stare. He looks so beautiful, so vulnerable. Taking my hand, I wrap it around him. He places his hand over mine. I look at him when he starts moving our hands up and down his length. I can barely swallow down my nervousness.

  Softly, he says, “Just like that. This is what I do when I think of you. I stroke myself slowly. I think about how you smell like coconuts. I think about your soft skin and your soft pretty hair.” I watch the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing picks up. “You’re all I ever think about.” Then he lets go. Letting me do the work, he lays his head back and closes his eyes. He starts thrusting upward.

  I hope I’m doing this right.

  “Baby, you are so good at this.”

  Guess that answers that question. I smile to myself.

  Watching Jace like this is so hot. Giving him this pleasure could be addictive. I continue to work him, paying attention to the head, squeezing just enough to give him extra pressure. I read that in a magazine before. That’s supposed to be where all their sensitivity is.

  Within a few sexy, soundless minutes—other than his low, sexy moans—he’s calling out my name. “Oh, Shay, just like that. Don’t stop.” I don’t stop. I’m on a mission to make him feel good, to give him a release. He thrusts up hard into my hand, and then my heart bursts as he says, “I’m going to come, baby.” He opens his eyes and stares down at me. I can feel him jerk in my hand, so I know he’s about to come. I don’t know what hits me, but I do something I never thought I would do. I mean, I knew eventually I would, just not today. Bending down, I put him into my mouth.

  I suck.

  Hard.

  He gasps loudly, groaning out my name as he comes hard in my mouth. One of his hands pushes my hair back behind my ear as the other one rubs my heated cheek.

  “Holy… shi…” he whispers.

  I smile as I swallow. Jace never swears around me. Well, except that one time when he panicked seeing that junkie hanging on my car.

  Pulling me up onto his lap, he quietly says, “Come here, pretty girl.” He kisses me hard as I run my fingers through his thick black hair that I love, pulling the back of his head to me.

  We’re all hands—mine in his hair, his running up and down my bare back. His voice is low as he softly says, “I want you so bad right now.” He captures my lips, slowing our kiss, just the way I like it. Nice and slow, mouths moving at the perfect pace to feel every movement, tasting everything that we are together. It’s perfect. We were meant to kiss each other. Placing his forehead against mine, he holds me so close I can feel his warm skin against mine. I run my fingernails lightly up and down his tan, toned arms. “You were made for me.”

  See, we’re totally soul mates.

  “Baby, that was the hottest thing… I’ve never even pictured that in my mind before. I mean, I’ve pictured you… but that was a surprise,” he says bashfully. Bringing his gaze back to mine, he looks satisfied; his eyes heavily lidded. I bite my lip and smile. He pulls on my bottom lip, pulling me back to his mouth.

  “I love you, Shay.”

  “You better. That was a mouthful,” I say jokingly. He laughs against my mouth.

  EIGHTEEN PINK HEARTS perfectly drawn around my girl’s name, nestled inside my birthday wishes to her.

  Baby,

  I’ve been drowning in your love through six birthdays. I want to crash into you for the rest of our lives. Every birthday is just one closer to a forever with you. I celebrate you every single day. I love you more than anything.

  Love,

  Your boy, Jace

  I put her birthday card into my backpack along with all the other gifts I bought to surprise her.

  Damn, eighteen today, still hard to believe. Time has flown by. Even though it seemed to go painfully slow when we were younger, now it seems life is getting ready to hit us head-on in the face. No more dreaming. Now it’s time to make shit happen. There are a lot of things I’m ready to see happen. I’m glad we’re both on the same page with what we want. I want my girl, and I’m ready to have all of her.

  After I surprised her showing up at her house, I haven’t stopped thinking about how we explored each other. I’m so ready to be with her. I can’t hold off too much longer, but I will. Our first time is going to be perfect. Oh shit, I almost forgot her main gift. I walk back to my room and open my drawer to my dresser and take out the little box with her present. I can’t wait for her to open it. I saved for months to buy her a charm bracelet. Carefully and thoughtfully, I chose charms that meant something to us. I can’t wait to give it to her.

  Just as I’m about to head out, I hear someone at the door. I look up. Grace walks through the door. I wait in anticipation to see if she’s alone. I don’t feel like starting my day with any issues.

  “Where are you going?” she asks, surprising me with motherly concern. Grace has never had any interest in what I do. She knows I’ve been working, and she knows the motorcycle parked on the curb of the apartment complex is mine, but she doesn’t ask many questions, ever. “It’s my girl’s birthday.”

  “Her parents let her get on the back of that bike of yours?”

  “I wouldn’t put her on my bike if I didn’t think she was safe.”

  “That’s not what I asked you, Jace.” You know, sometimes I see little glimpses of a mother in her. If she wasn’t so fucked up, she probably could have been a good mom. I watch as she walks into the kitchen, turns on the faucet, and fills the glass that’s sitting next to the sink. She drinks the whole glass and then lights up a cigarette.

  For the first time, she doesn’t seem out of it. I know her well enough to know that won’t last. I will probably come home tonight, and she will be shit-faced drunk and mean. She’s always nasty with hateful words when she’s wasted, which is ninety-nine percent of the time. I gave up hope years ago for the dream of a loving mother.

  “I hope you’re careful with that girl. I’m sure her parents wouldn’t take it lightly if you hurt her.”

  “I don’t know why you always assume I’m this bad person. You’ve never met Shay, and if you had, you would understand why I love her and would never hurt her.”

  “Uh-huh,” she says, butting out her cigarette in the sink. She exhales all the smoke in her lungs and walks away.

  Well, that was a great talk. That was the most Grace has said to me in a long time. It was almost a real conversation. I look over at the clock on the
stove. I better get going. Shay is probably going crazy with no messages or a call from me yet. I grab my backpack and my bike key. I hope she likes where we’re going. We’ve never gone on a hike before, and Shay once told me she used to hike when she was a kid with her family. I don’t think she’s gone in years, so I want to take her for her birthday.

  “I DON’T WANT to go.”

  “What do you mean you ‘don’t want to go’?”

  “Is this really the first thing you say to me on my birthday, Dad?”

  “I did say ‘Happy Birthday, Shay.’ You’re eighteen now, finishing your senior year of high school. You rarely work with Adam. It’s time to start thinking about your college plan.

  “Dad, I got into every college I applied for, but my plan has always been to write music.”

  “And…”

  “And, I haven’t decided.”

  “What about Berkley? That’s an excellent music school. A lot of artists attend there—”

  “And, there are a lot that never attended any college, Dad,” I interrupt him mid-sentence, pulling the covers over my face. “Leave me alone.”

  He yanks the covers off my face. “That might work with your mother, but I’m not as nice as her.” He gives me a tight face, trying to be serious. He’s such a softy for the girls in the house.

  “That’s for sure. I don’t know how Mom puts up with a bad boy like you.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Don’t play dumb, Dad. I heard all about your bad boy days.”

  “Melody, get in here!” he yells. I start laughing.

  “What?” Mom says, running into my room, out of breath, with a bowl of pancake batter in her hands. “What’s wrong?”

  “Why would Shay say I was a bad boy?”

  She looks over at me, catching her breath, giving me a look that says you’re going to get it. Don’t worry. I would never talk about your bad boy days. She’s just messing with you.” She rolls her eyes.