Alive (Mended Hearts #1)

by Beth Maria

  Right now, yes I do. Will I regret it later? I don’t think so. This is the man I love. I’m ready. “I want you, Jesse,” I moan out as he grinds his hips again.

  Hell yes, I am ready if he has this effect on me already. We’re hardly doing anything, and I’m close to climaxing.

  “Where do you want me? Here?” he asks, his hands rubbing over my aching breasts. My nipples harden instantly, straining painfully again my bra. “Let’s get this off.” He pulls my t-shirt over the top of my head in one move, leaving me lying in just my white lacy bra. “Hmm. So. Beautiful,” he says, between kissing the top of my breasts. “Can I take it off?”

  I nod my head yes. Leaning forward, he unhooks the clasps one handed. He’s obviously done this before, but now isn’t the time to dwell on that. I don’t want to be distracted from the trance that we are in.

  Jesse lowers his head, his hot breath tickling my hard nipple. His tongue snakes out, swirling around my left nipple, getting a taste.

  “You have such perfect breasts. Just the right size.” He cups them to demonstrate what he means, his cold hands causing goose bumps to surface on my breasts. His lips lock on my right nipple this time, sucking, while his fingers pinch my other one. “Mmm, you taste so good, baby,” he muffles.

  “Ohhhh,” I moan from the pleasure and pain that he is giving me.

  He bites my nipple, causing me to cry out, before moving to give the other one attention. His fingers replace his mouth, rubbing my stinging nipple. He repeats the process again, causing me to get more and more worked up. I’m a mess of grinding hips and panting breaths right now.

  “You look so sexy squirming underneath me.” I haven’t been able to look into Jesse’s eyes yet, and now that I have... Oh my God, they are clouded with lust. It’s such a turn on. I’m sure mine look exactly like his do right now.

  “I need more. Please,” I moan, needing to feel more of what he has to give.

  He chuckles at my impatience. “Stop rushing me. You will get more. Oh baby, trust me. You will get more, but I want to savor your body. I want this engrained into my memory forever.” That has to be the hottest thing anybody has ever said to me. I nod my head in understanding, watching him move down the bed as he starts to pull my yoga pants off.

  After throwing my yoga pants onto the floor, Jesse surveys my body from head to toe, an appreciative look on his face. I wish I could see and feel his body. “Take your shirt off,” I order, leaning on my elbows to get a better view of him.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he replies, saluting me.

  He lifts his t-shirt up over his head in one swift move, chucking it on the floor next to my clothes. “Now your jeans.”

  When he’s taken his jeans off, I curl my fingers at him, demanding him to come here. I’ve never been bold in the bedroom before, but with Jesse, I feel comfortable. A side of me I never knew existed is shining through.

  Feeling Jesse’s rock hard abs on top of me, I run my hands down his back, getting acquainted with the contours of muscles there. He really is a fine piece of art. If I had to define perfection, Jesse would be it.

  We roll so that I’m on top, and I run my hands down his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. There’s time for that later. Right now, I need to do something that I’ve wanted to do for weeks.

  Leaning down, I keep eye contact with Jesse while running my tongue down his chest to his boxers. “Mmm,” I moan, the taste of him on my tongue.

  Jesse returns his hands to my breasts, fondling them, while I move to lick his nipples. He pinches my nipples, the pain making me bite down on his.

  “Jesus,” he hisses. I laugh. “Get on your back. You’re in trouble now.”

  He rolls me back over and traps my hands above my head with one hand. I try to break free, but he’s far too strong. His other hand runs down my body, heading south, until he touches the waistband of my lace panties. He doesn’t do anything, just lingers there, torturing me. I lift my hips up, letting him know that I want him to touch me, and he does. One finger slips in, moving in and out slowly. The whole time, our eyes are locked in a trance. He slips another finger in, his thumb starting to rub my clit. “Oh God,” I moan, close to climaxing already. His fingers are magic. He’s hitting the spot perfectly.

  I can feel the slow burn of my climax starting. My body is trembling already.

  “Come on, baby. Cum for me,” Jesse whispers. That’s all it takes. My body convulses from the power of the orgasm tearing through me. I scream from the pure pleasure that his fingers are making me feel. His lips come crashing down on mine, silencing my screams, his fingers working out the last few tremors.

  As I catch my breath, I look into Jesse’s lust filled eyes.

  “That is the hottest thing I have ever seen, baby.”

  Looking down between us, I see his hard length straining against his boxers. I need to sort that out for him. Licking my lips from the thought of his cock in my mouth, I lean forward, putting my hand down his boxers and freeing his hard length. Jesus, it’s huge. I don’t know if I can fit all of it into my mouth, but I’m damn well going to try.

  I stroke him a few times, and then push Jesse onto his back, trying to get a better angle. “Your turn now,” I drawl, starting to pump his cock.

  “Mmm,” he moans, closing his eyes.

  Still stroking him, I lean forward, putting my mouth around the head of his cock. His eyes startle open, staring at me. Swirling my tongue around his head, I lick off his pre-cum. He tastes amazing, not too salty.

  I’ve never liked giving head, but doing it to Jesse, and seeing the pure pleasure on his face, is making me even wetter.

  I start moving my head up and down in a slow rhythm, taking his length into my mouth the best I can. Relaxing my reflexes, I fit most of it in.

  “Stop!” Jesse says suddenly, lifting my head up. Did I do something wrong? Oh no. I did, didn’t I?

  “Did I do something wrong?” I ask, voicing my thoughts. Feeling insecure, I try to cover myself up with my hands as best I can.

  “No. God no. I’m just close to coming. I’m not ready yet. Trust me. You did nothing wrong. The opposite, actually.” I release the breath I had been holding. “I want us to finish together. If you’re ready, that is?”

  Am I ready? God, yes, I am ready.

  Nodding my head, I lower my hands, baring my body to him. Excitement flashes in his eyes just before his lips tenderly touch mine. Jesse lowers me down gently onto my back, his hands running down my body. Oh so slowly, he takes my underwear off, then stands up and takes his own off, the whole time his eyes never straying from mine.

  Seeing him standing there in all of his naked glory, I take him in, memorizing every inch of his body; the way his tattoos curl around his arms onto his chest, the dark hair on his stomach leading to his manhood, his delicious V muscles. I take everything in. He really is a fine piece of art. No wonder the ladies love him. He is perfection.

  “Is it up to your standards?” Jesse asks, distracting me from my perusal.

  “It’s better,” I whisper honestly. I’ve only ever seen one man naked before, and he has nothing on Jesse. Jesse puts other men to shame, I’m sure. “Come here. I need you.” I curl my fingers at him, and he walks toward me. His body completely covers my tiny size. I feel his cock dig into my leg, reminding me what is about to happen. Butterflies start up in my stomach. I’m nervous now. I’ve only ever had sex with one person before. Matt.

  “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” Jesse asks again. I nod, my throat too dry to speak. “I don’t want you regretting it tomorrow. You’re definitely sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure,” I whisper. I give him a little smile, letting him know that I’m okay with this. I’m ready.

  Feeling him at my entrance, I open my legs, making it easier for him to slip in. He slides in slowly, filling me inch by sweet inch.

  “Are you okay?” I nod, letting him know that I am. It hurts a bit, though, as I’m not used to this size.

>   When he’s all the way in, he stills, giving my walls time to expand around his impressive length.

  “God, baby, you’re so tight.”

  I lift my hips, letting him know that I’m ready. Jesse starts off slow, hitting my sweet spot every time. “Oh, Jesse,” I moan from the pleasure he’s giving me.

  “You’re mine now, baby. There’s no going back. This pussy is mine,” he pants out, his thrusts getting harder and faster.

  “Yes,” it’s all I can say through my moans.

  “Say it. Say this pussy is mine.” He thrusts into me hard, knocking the wind out of me. I cry out, grabbing the sheets. “Say it,” he demands, thrusting into me hard again.

  “YES! THIS PUSSY IS YOURS!” I scream as his thrusts get even harder and faster.

  “Good,” Jesse replies, satisfaction on his face. I can’t imagine giving myself to anyone else. I’ve never felt such pleasure before. I didn’t even know you could feel this. Jesse has shown me new heights tonight.

  I need to touch him. Letting go of the sheets, I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him in deeper. Oh God, I can’t take this much longer. I run my hands down his back, grabbing onto his tight bum and digging my nails into it.

  “That’s it, baby. Harder,” Jesse growls into my ear. I dig deeper, bringing him closer to me.

  That slow burn is building again. I don’t know if I can go through that again just yet. It’s too strong. My walls tighten around his cock. I’m so close.

  “Come on, baby. Milk me. I can’t hold on much longer, baby,” he groans, pumping so fast my head hits the headboard. I can’t feel the pain over the immense pleasure that is about to tear through my body.

  “JESSE!” I scream, the orgasm tearing through my body more powerful than the last one.

  “MAISIE,” Jesse moans loudly, climaxing at the same time. I feel him release, my walls milking him of his juices to the last drop. He collapses on top of me, his sweaty body sticking to mine and both of us panting for breath.

  When we have finally caught our breaths, I sigh contentedly.

  “I love you, Maisie,” Jesse says, lifting his head from my chest to look into my eyes. My heart melts hearing him say those three little words.

  “I love you too, Jesse,” I reply, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

  “Let me go and get you a towel to clean yourself up.” He pulls out, standing stock still at the end of the bed and looking down at his cock soaked in our juices.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask at the scared expression on his face.

  “I forgot to put a condom on. Shit! I’ve never forgotten before,” he says, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

  Swiveling around on the bed, I stand up and make my way over to him. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I have been for the last three years, and I got checked out when my relationship ended. I’m clean.”

  “I’m clean too, by the way. I get checked out all the time,” Jesse says, looking relieved. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He takes my hand and leads me into his bathroom.

  For the rest of the afternoon, we watch films while cuddled up in his bed.

  When I arrive home later on that night, Chloe is absent, so I climb into bed, feeling a twinge of pain in my sex that reminds me of the best sex of my life with the man I love. I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

  Chapter 13

  Maisie

  Jesse and I have been together for nearly two months now. It’s been the best two months of my life. I see him mostly every day, except when he has work or football practice, or if I have too many assignments to do. So this week is going to be hard.

  I’m going home to see my family for a week as it’s Thanksgiving.

  Don’t get me wrong; I’m stoked to be seeing my parents for the first time in nearly three months, but I’m really going to miss Jesse. I wish he was coming with me, but he doesn’t want to leave his mom all on her own. I understand. I really do. Thanksgiving isn’t a time for being alone. It just sucks ass.

  Chloe and I haven’t really spoken since our disagreement. We’re just going about the motions, living together but not spending time together like we used to. She’s really withdrawn into herself. She’s often out doing God knows what, then returning home really late at night usually so intoxicated that she can hardly walk. I’ve tried talking to her about it, but she just ignored me and went back to sleep. I don’t know what else I can do.

  I offered her a lift home to see her parents, but she declined, saying she wants stay on campus. Her mom is going to be really upset that she isn’t coming home. I’ll probably pop over to see her. Maybe if I tell her mom how she’s behaving, she can knock some sense into her. I just want my best friend back.

  I put some of my belongings that I’ll need for the week into the trunk, and then get into my car and start the long journey home.

  ****

  Eight hours later, I’m parked outside my parent’s house. The journey took two hours longer than usual. I guess everybody is going home to their families for the holidays.

  Jake’s truck is already in the drive. He must have left early to beat the traffic.

  As I get out of the car, the front door opens, and my mom comes bursting out and running down the drive to pull me into a tight hug. I inhale her familiar scent. I’ve missed her so much. I hug her back just as tightly, and tears gather in my eyes; happy tears at seeing my mom again after nearly three months of being apart. We’ve never spent this long away from each other before.

  “Hey, Mom,” I say, sniffling into her ear.

  “Oh, sweetie, what’s wrong?” she asks, pulling back to inspect me. “Has something happened?” She’s panicking now.

  “Nothing’s wrong, Mom. I’m just so happy to see you, is all. I missed you and Dad.” I give her a smile to let her know that I’m okay.

  “Oh, we missed you too, darling. So much. Come on. Your dad is excited to see you. He’s been worried about his little girl. It’s been driving me insane,” she says, rolling her eyes as she leads me into the house.

  Closing the front door behind me, I inhale the familiar scent of my childhood home. It still has that vanilla smell from the air fresheners my mom uses. I smile, happy to be home.

  “Is that my pumpkin?” my dad asks, coming out of the kitchen wearing an apron, a big smile on his face.

  I rush over to him and wrap my arms around his six foot two frame, feeling like I’m a four year old again. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl, and that’s never going to change. I inhale his earthy scent, it reminding me of so many wonderful memories. To a girl, there’s nothing like the smell of your daddy. It’s safe and warm.

  “I’ve missed you, Daddy,” I mumble into his chest. My damn tears have started up again now. It’s a good thing Jesse didn’t come. He would be laughing at how I’m reacting. Anyone would think that I haven’t seen them for years, instead of just a few months!

  “I’ve missed you too, baby girl. How’s college?” Dad asks. I step out of his embrace.

  “It’s really good. My classes are going well,” I reply vaguely.

  “Made many friends?” We move into the living room. He knows that I’ve always found it hard to make friends. I can’t tell him about Jesse, though. He’s so protective of me, especially after what Matt did.

  “No. I’ve been busy with my assignments,” I lie through my teeth. I hate lying to my parents, but in this case, it’s necessary.

  “Maisie, you have to make friends. You can’t just hang around with Chloe. College is all about new experiences and having a little fun. You can’t be holed up in your room twenty-four seven. I’m sure Chloe has made new friends. The longer you leave it, the harder it will be, as everyone will already be in groups,” Mom says worriedly.

  “She hasn’t made friends because she’s always with her boyfriend,” Jake says, coming around the corner. Fucking hell…Why did he have to open his big fucking mouth? As I shoot daggers at him, which right now I wish could kill, he
sits down in the chair opposite me, a smug smile on his face. Oh no. If I’m going down, he’s going down with me.

  “Jake was sleeping with Chloe,” I spit out, the smug smile now on my face, and the daggers now shooting out of his eyes. Take that, fuckwit!

  Mom and Dad repeatedly look between us, their mouths hanging open. The silence lasts for what feels like forever. I guess it is a lot for them to take in. I just hope they choose to question Jake.

  Their gazes finally land on me. Oh shit. This isn’t good.

  “What’s your boyfriend’s name, and where did you meet him?” Dad finally asks, his expression hard.

  “His name is Jesse, and he’s in my English class,” I reply, treading carefully. I look at Jake, conveying with my eyes for him not to say anymore. I don’t need him blabbing about Jesse’s past. That will not go over well with my dad.

  “Right… And how long have you two been together?”

  “Nearly two months.” I smile, thinking about our time together.

  “Is he your age?” My Dad’s eyes are squinted, probably deep in thought.

  “No he’s in Jake’s year. They are friends. Tell Dad, Jake.” I give Jake a look, warning him to say only good things. He has the power right now, and I don’t like it one bit.

  “Yeah, he’s a cool guy, Dad. We’ve been friends since I first started college, and from what I can see, he really cares for Maisie. I know you’re thinking about what Matt did, but trust me, Jesse’s nothing like him. I wouldn’t let him near Maisie if he was.” My dad nods, obviously trusting Jake’s opinion. I thank Jake with my eyes for not saying anything that would get Dad riled up.

  “Okay. When am I going to meet this Jesse?” Not anytime soon, I think.

  “Erm… I don’t know, Dad. He’s pretty busy.” No he’s not. I just don’t want you to give him the third degree. I had to watch my dad give Matt the third degree, and it was so embarrassing. I expected him to run a mile and never look back, but he didn’t. I wish he had now, though. It would have saved me from a lot of heartache in the long run.

  “Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us you had a boyfriend?” my mom pipes up, looking distraught that I hadn’t confided in her.