“Why would you think that?” I ask, confused.
“Well, I saw Mr. Mack walk in and I assumed he would have whisked you away about now. Lord knows he has been chomping at the bit ever since he laid eyes on you two years ago.” what the hell? Am I completely blind or am I missing something?
“What do you mean? How do you even know that, when I am just finding out he knew I existed.” she smirks and gives me a look. Sighing, she shakes her head.
“Sweet Ana. He has been the one paying your way here. He gave us the money to be able to give you a room here this past year, so that we wouldn’t lose the money for housing a non-needy person. The money I used to take you shopping, came from him. Everything I have been able to do for you for the past two years has come from him. He didn’t want you to know until he could...have you, as he put it. He wanted to take you on your eighteenth birthday, but I made him wait until now. I wanted to be sure you were ready. Now, I think you are more than ready. You are the most giving, sweetest, loyal person I know, Ana. You have been dealt a shit hand in life, but you never let it dull the shine even though you tried to snuff your light yourself. This is your chance to have safety, comfort and love.”
“Love?” I whisper, not sure she is looking at this right. I mean we have hardly spoken two words to one another until today. How could this be…
“Honey trust me. I have seen men completely taken with a woman before, but this sweetie is something else entirely. That man is gone for you, Ana. Head over heels in love. Don’t waste time overthinking it. Grab it with both hands and never let go.” she hugs me as she says the last part and tears fill my eyes. She was one of the first hugs I have ever gotten from someone that wasn’t my grandmother.
“How do I know I am not making a mistake?” I can't help feeling doubtful about this. I mean this is movie worthy stuff, but somehow, I know she is right. I have felt this pang inside of me like something has been missing. When I see him, it turns into a feeling of being complete. Whenever he leaves, it seems like my hope is stolen. Maybe she is right. This is my chance to turn Christmas into something else. To replace the memories with new ones. New wonderful, happy ones. “You are right, Taylor, I’m ready for my future. Thank you for everything.” I hug her one more time, wiping the tears from my eyes before walking away and heading to my room to pick up the sack filled with possibilities.Chapter 4JamisonI find myself pacing the room, not sure if she is going to come on her own or if I am going to have to show her a side of me I am trying to save for when we are in our home and she is in our bed under me. I am just about to lose my mind when she descends the stairs, and all the air gets sucked from my lungs. My God, she is in a pair of jeans and a shirt and she still looks like the sexiest thing I have ever seen. “I’m ready.” she says her voice low and unsure. When she bites her lip, I clear my throat to remove the image of my nine-inch cock between them, stretching them. Shit. Talk about uncomfortable not being able to adjust my zipper.
“I’m glad. Let’s go.” she hesitates which I don’t blame her for since the words come out rougher than I meant them to, but fuck, can you blame me? She has me turned fucking inside out and right now there isn’t much I can control. Placing my hand on the small of her back as I walk her out of here, just this bare touch is magic. The gasp I hear slip from her lips lets me know she feels it too. I don’t relax until she is buckled in and I am behind the wheel, knowing nothing is holding me back now. The tension on the twenty-minute drive is thick, touchable. So shrouded in heat and fog one could get lost in it and trust me, I intend to.
“Your home is beautiful.” she says as I help her out of the car, and she admires the outside. The word ‘your’ is grating my nerves.
“This is our home, baby. I built this with my bare hands for you. For us. For our family. Before I met you, I knew you were out there and I wanted to be ready.” my mouth touches her neck as I tell her the truth, not bothering with the pull back. I smile as I feel her shiver while my mouth rubs up and down her neck, inhaling and licking as I go. I know exactly what I am doing. I want her to be needy and hot for it. Knowing I am not going to be able to give her time to adjust, I need her to be as out of mind for me as I am for her.