After leaving Mack, I find myself driving toward Elise’s house. I know I promised Rona to give Elise a few days, but I just need to see her. I need to reassure myself that she’s still going to be mine. All the plans I’ve ever made have been with the thought of Elise. All apart from the Marines. But I always knew I’d be back one day to claim her as my girl.
If I wasn’t getting a bad vibe about Elise, I’d be able to settle. I believe everything she said the other night—or I’m trying to. It’s difficult with her being away from me, and things not being settled between her and Tom.
She should have never gotten engaged to him, and it pisses me off. The thought of his hands on her, of him kissing her, makes me want to pound him into the floor.
It was such a relief to discover she hasn’t slept with anyone since I walked away. I’m still surprised, but happy. I have a lot to make up to her for, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life doing just that. Once the whole situation is sorted and I can finally call her my girl again.
Pulling to a stop about half a mile from her house behind a couple of cottonwoods, I climb out of my truck and shove my hands into my thermal gloves. I quickly make my way up to her house and hope he isn’t there. That’s the main reason why I’ve parked where I have.
The last thing I want is to cause Elise more stress by showing up at the same time as him. In fact, I’m getting a damn headache being considered the ‘other guy.’ I’m the only damn guy.
Not seeing any other vehicle around, I step onto Elise’s front porch with a slight limp. I should have known better than to walk through the damn snow. Instead of the cold numbing my hip, it’s causing an all too familiar ache, making me thud along the porch to the door.
“Jake?” Elise opens the door before I can even raise my hand to knock.
“Get in here.” She grabs my arm and pulls me inside.
I wince with the sharp pain that shoots into my hip at the sudden movement.
Slamming the door shut, she turns to me, and everything I need to know is written on her face. Her concern. Her love, quickly turning into a scowl.
“You’re an idiot for being out in this.” She starts undoing my jacket. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I wanted to see you.”
She pauses and finally meets my eyes. “Jake . . .” She pushes my jacket from my shoulders to the floor, taking my gloves with it.
Reaching for her, I pull her against me and l
et my head drop to hers. I breathe her in. She smells of strawberry shampoo and the scent that is just her—unchanged through all these years. Her hands slide beneath my sweater and meet skin. She spreads her fingers, dipping into the waist of my jeans. She’s playing with fire as my cock hardens to a fully engorged, throbbing erection. I don’t stop her because she makes me feel so damn good.
Her hand slips to the front, and it’s all I can do to not push into her grasp. As her finger dips lower, she rubs against the head of my leaking dick, causing more to leak out.
When she pulls her hands away, I groan, but I’m not sure if it’s in relief or loss. Her hands stay on me as she opens my jeans and starts to shove them down my legs.
Dropping to her knees, she whispers, “Your jeans are wet,” right against my throbbing shaft. I should stop her, but I don’t. I want her hands on me so badly, I don’t think I can stop her even if I wanted to.
I step out of one leg, and with a slight wince, I step out of the other. I toss my sweater to the floor before taking hold of Elise’s hands and pulling her up. Her eyes are wide and she is clearly startled.
“You being on your knees in front of me is going to have me coming.”
Before she can answer, I move her toward the sofa and drop my ass down onto it before my legs give way on me.
Elise scoots away from my reach and sits facing me on the coffee table. Her eyes stray from my face to my dick and back again, before returning to my erection. It’s so full and desperate for some relief. I’m not even embarrassed at having her look at me the way she’s doing.
“You look so good in tighty whites. I don’t know where to start.”
My hips arch slightly with her words.
Elise stands and slowly shoves her yoga pants down her legs. I can’t move and I’ve lost my voice. After all these years, are we finally going to be together again? My eyes zero in on her shapely legs that lead to her trimmed pussy.
My eyes move further north and land on her bare breasts. They’re slightly larger than I remember; there’s plenty to fill my hands and mouth. Christ, my whole body feels like one, big, throbbing erection. Nobody has ever been able to get this reaction out of me, except for Elise.
Kneeling to the floor in front of me, she takes hold of the waistband of my shorts and yanks them down. I lift up so she can get them over my ass, and when I drop back down, she covers my dick with her hand so I don’t get tangled in the shorts. I feel the loss when she moves her hand, and pulls them all the way off with her breasts swaying before me.
With my eyes closed, I start to count to ten. I’m so damn worked up, I don’t want to come the minute her hands are back on me. Like I did the first time we had sex, way back when.
“Jake, please open your eyes. I want you to watch me touch you.”