Deviation

“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the dress, too.”

“Oh, good.” I lean into Jack, licking his ear and whispering, “Because I’m not wearing any underwear right now.” He groans, making me laugh a wicked little chuckle. Jack helps me get inside the car, then he speeds home.

Inside the apartment, I lead him into the bedroom filled with modern furniture, which is so different from our nice Victorian house. We slip off our shoes, drop all other clothes, and Jack reclines back on the bed, his cock jutting proudly from his hips.

Clucking, I point at it with my good hand, my other one resting against my chest. “Why is it that women have to do all the work?” With some help, I get on top on him and Jack grunts, raising his arms over his head.

“Because if I touch you right now, I’m afraid I might hurt you, sweetheart. It’s been so long that I’m content to wait.”

I pinch his chest, letting him know that his answer is unacceptable. “If I have to wait any longer, I might melt into a puddle on the floor.” I raise myself up and slide over Jack, taking him inch by inch. A few months feels like forever as my body stretches to accommodate him.

He groans. “Such a visual, my love.”

“You’ve kept me primed and horny since January. What’s a girl to do? I can only satisfy myself in the shower so many times before my fingers wear out.”

“Poor baby, and now they’re broken.” Jack takes my hand, tenderly kissing each finger. I won’t have any lingering physical problems from the attack, but my body is still sore, reminding me of it every time I move.

As he uses his hands to help me, I slowly move up and down, my inner muscles squeezing him. I’m too far gone with desire to try anything coy, our bodies gently rocking together.

“I want to go to Italy after graduation.”

Jack’s hand covers one breast, rubbing the sensitive nipple. “Are we really discussing them right now?” He gyrates, making me squeal when he hits the spot that has missed him so much.

“Yes… Oh, Jack.” My good arm supports me as I try to lean over and take him deeper.

“Baby, I’m going to blow my load.”

“That’s classy, love.” I use muscles I thought dormant, eliciting a guttural sound, and Jack’s cock seems to enlarge.

“What were you asking?” He rolls his hips again, making me forget. Oh, right. Italy.

“Jack…” He’s thrusting more quickly now. My ribs hurt, but the pleasure outweighs anything else I’ve felt before.

“Let them work it out on their own.” We’re panting and grunting. Finally, I let my release coat his dick, and he shoots deep within me.

“But I love them both, and poor Aiden…” I doubt it helps my case that I say his name on a groan.

“Edith…,” Jack growls.

“Just imagine the sex we could have in Rome…near the Vatican, on a gondola.”

“You don’t even have a passport,” he grunts, thrusting up a final time.

“But you could rush one, couldn’t you? Pretty please?” I lay my head on his chest, careful to not bump my broken fingers too much against my sore ribs. His hand plays with my hair and traces the chain of my necklace. “I love you, Jack Hamilton.”

“I love you, Edith Willows.” When I hear him sigh and he gives me a slight growl, I know he has agreed.

As I drift off into the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in months, I kind of wonder how sex on a gondola will work.

Jack

I watch Edith move around the apartment with renewed energy. Of course I said yes to Italy. Anything to keep her from mentioning the lovebirds again during our intimate time. I just might drag her inside a confessional at the Vatican. I’m sure we won’t be the last overzealous couple to renew our faith…or something like that.

Each day is new struggle, but we get through it. When we get back, I’m hoping we can talk to the designer, making some changes to the house.

Graduation was tough. I didn’t walk in the ceremony as adjunct staff, but I did watch my girl walk across the stage and get her diploma. I was so damn proud of her. In the back of the auditorium, I could swear I saw her mother, but she was long gone by the time Edith exited the stage. She never mentioned it and I didn’t bring it up for fear it would open a can of worms our fragile relationship couldn’t tolerate yet.

She ended up testifying against Daniel, Sam guiding her the whole way. The son of a bitch is scared for life. He was ugly before, but now his face shows it. Bastard got his dose of karma, and Edith got her closure.