Faithful (Wanted 3)

Chapter Forty-Six

The whole way to my house, Jessie was quiet. Does she regret this? Fuck, I hope not.

I’d just about died when I heard Chelsea laughing, and then I’d wanted to tell her to go fuck herself when she made that smart-ass comment. I smiled when I thought about how Jessie had put on a bit of a show for Chelsea.

As I pulled into my driveway, my heart started to beat faster, and I made sure I didn’t see a BMW anywhere. Shit, Scott! Now, you’re just being paranoid. Then again, I wouldn’t put it past Chelsea to find a way to get here before us.

After I parked the truck, I turned to Jess. “Hold on, angel. ” I jumped out so fast and ran around to the passenger side. When I opened her door, I couldn’t help but smile. Jesus, she has the most beautiful smile ever.

I held out my hand, and she took it. After she jumped out of the truck, she looked back toward it as I shut the door. I started to walk backward as I was leading her to the front door.

She began laughing, and she stopped walking.

“What’s wrong? Are you having second thoughts?” I asked with panic in my voice.

She shook her head and looked back at my truck. “Scott…you left your truck running. ”

Then, I heard the diesel engine. Oh for the love of all things good. How fucking stupid. “Oh shit! Hold on. ”

I ran back to the driver’s side and took a deep breath. Okay, Scott…Jesus H. Christ, calm the hell down. It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.

She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was shining in the moonlight, and I could swear those piercing green eyes were on fire. She was probably around five foot three inches, and she couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred and ten pounds. She was perfect.

Then, she giggled, and it moved through my body like a jolt of lightning. I’ve wanted this girl for so damn long. I walked up to her and slammed my lips onto hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I reached down and picked her up. After I carried her up the stairs, I slowly let her down as I pushed her against the front door.

“I’m going to make love to you all night, Jessie,” I softly said.

“Scott…” she whispered back as she looked me in the eyes.

I thought she seemed scared. I knew she’d been with Gunner, but I didn’t know how many other men she had slept with. What if I sucked? Oh shit. What if she compares me to them?

Her eyes were screaming passion, yet her body was shaking from head to toe.

Is she just as nervous as I am?

I unlocked the door and led her in. As I turned to face her, I was just about to ask her if she wanted something to drink, but then she walked up to me and grabbed my neck. She brought me down for the most passionate kiss I’d ever experienced. I picked her up again and started carrying her up to my bedroom.

I pulled away from her lips and smiled. “Do you want something to drink, honey?”

She gave me the sweetest smile back as she shook her head. “I only want you. ”

My heart slammed in my chest as I walked into my bedroom and slowly put her down. I placed my hands on her face and then gently kissed her on her forehead, down to her nose, and then to her lips. The moan that escaped her mouth just about had me ripping off her clothes and making love to her against the wall.

I slowly moved my hands down her shirt, lightly touching her breasts. She threw her head back and let out a whimper. I lifted her T-shirt up and over her head and then tossed it onto the chair. I took a second to look at her. I had imagined this moment since I was seventeen years old. Jessica Rhodes is standing in front of me, dressed in a black lace push-up bra. My hands started shaking as I reached behind her back and unclasped her bra in one movement. She raised her eyebrows at me and smiled. I let out a laugh as I took my hands and pushed the bra off her shoulders.

Motherfucker. She had to be about a thirty-six…C-cup. I’d never seen such beautiful breasts. Chelsea was a thirty-two A, and she never liked for me to touch her breasts. Ever.

“If you’re trying to figure out my size…it’s a thirty-six C. ” She smiled.

“Damn, I have a new talent now!” I said with a wink.

I reached up and cupped her breasts. God, they fit perfectly in my hands. I glanced up at her, and she had her eyes closed. Leaning down, I put a nipple in my mouth. When she brought her hands up to my hair, I felt like I was about to lose it. Shit! I better at least last five minutes, or I’m going to be really embarrassed. I moved my mouth over to her other breast as she began pulling my hair.

“Scott…” she whispered.

I got down on my knees and started to unbutton her jeans. Her whole body was covered in goose bumps, and I smiled, knowing it was my touch that was causing her reaction. I slowly slid down her jeans and held her as she stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side. When I looked at her matching black lace panties, I could swear my dick got harder and started jumping. I leaned in and kissed her through her panties right about her pelvic bone.

“Oh my god!” She grabbed my hair again.