“Everything about us is,” I tell him matter-of-factly. “We wasted so many years apart. I don’t want to waste another second. Love me, Jase, and let me love you and Skyla.”
Wordlessly, Jase cuts across the room and picks me up. The phone almost falls out of my hand, but he catches it and tosses it onto the counter before dropping me onto the chair where his clients lay down to get inked. He slants his mouth over mine and captures my lips. He sucks on my tongue, then licks the seam of my lips before working his way down my neck and over my collarbone. My shirt is lifted over my head and my bra is unclasped. Then he’s lifting my ass up so he can push the skirt and thong I’m wearing down my legs.
While kissing all over my body, he slides his fingers into me, just enough to gather my juices, then slides them back out, circling his fingers over my clit. When I let out a needy moan, he chuckles softly—the vibration hitting my throat and sending chills down my spine—then he does it again, slowly building me up but never letting me come down.
“I can’t take it anymore.” I groan when he dips his fingers into me once again. “I need you. Now. Right fucking now. Please.” Jase chuckles at my craziness, but I’m too turned on to care. All I want is for him to grant me my release.
“Soon,” he murmurs as he pulls a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, his fingers still teasing and taunting. And it hits me that he’s punishing me. I ran away, left him hurting. I didn’t answer my texts or calls. I left him hanging. And now he’s trying to punish me by leaving me hanging as well.
“No, now.” I pull his face back and look him dead in the eyes. “Either you make me come, preferably on your cock, or I’m going to do it myself.” I push his chest back so I can touch myself. I know it won’t take much, just a couple flicks to my clit and I’ll be soaring.
Jase releases a loud growl, grabs my legs and pushes them apart, and then pushes into me. It’s been over a week since we’ve been together, and at first, the fit is tight. But holy hell, does it feel good. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me hard, rough. He nips my bottom lip, then bites down on my earlobe. His fingers are digging into the insides of my thighs as he fucks me like a crazed man who can’t get enough.
I’m so close to coming, I can feel it, but it’s not enough. I need to touch myself, but I’m afraid of what he’ll do—that he might stop fucking me. As if he can hear my thoughts, he grunts into my ear, “Go ahead, Dimples, touch yourself. Make yourself come all over my cock.” And with his permission, I do just that, with Jase finding his release right behind me.
Twenty-Four
Jase
She came back…Unlike eleven years ago, she actually came back. She might’ve run scared, afraid of how strong our love and connection is, but this time, she turned her ass around and came back to face her fears. I could’ve pushed her away, made her prove herself. But that’s not what you do when you love someone. You open your arms and heart and love the person, cracks and all. Every day I woke up and forced myself not to chase her. I texted her once a day, telling her I loved her, but ultimately I knew she needed to find her own way back. I didn’t know the reason she ran, but now knowing that it was because Skyla called her Mom, I can understand where she’s coming from. Being a parent isn’t something to be taken lightly, and Celeste’s upbringing was as flawed as it comes. But the moment she told me she was the perfect person to love my daughter, I knew she was ready. Because for the first time, Celeste let her guard down. She allowed me to see who she really is. She’s always shown me who she was, but until today, she’s never done it on purpose. Until today, she’s never made the conscious decision to show me what’s beneath the surface: her heart.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I pull on my gloves and open the different colored inks I’m going to need.
“Yes,” she says, her voice sounding raspy. I glance over at her and see she’s staring at me. My shirt is still off, so I reach down to pick it up, but she leans over and puts her hand on mine. “Can you leave it off?” She blushes a beautiful shade of pink. “It will give me something to focus on.”