He crawled in after me and my skin buzzed in anticipation of what he was going to do to me, or what he'd let me do to him. My fingertips were itchy. I wanted to touch and be touched. I'd never wanted anything more.
Michael captured my wrists, and I was about to try out the move he taught me, but the thing was, I wanted to be captured. He moved closer, his thighs positioned on the outside of mine. He tucked our hands behind my back. "Now tell me what you want."
The words caught in my throat, so I had to focus on each one and say it slowly.
Kiss. Me.
He slanted his lips down over mine, coaxing them open with his tongue, before exploring leisurely. He claimed every part of my mouth, rubbing his tongue against mine and making dirty promises for later. He was thorough, and absolutely relentless.
Then he freed my hands, and I let them dive right into his thick hair, tangling and tugging. He moaned in my mouth and I felt it through my entire body. I wanted him.
We were hands, and lips, legs and scorching skin, and there were so many sensations that it took the rip of a foil packet to ground me.
Michael, lowered me onto a pile of pillows, and as much as I enjoyed our romp on the mats, this was better.
He nestled between my legs and they shamelessly fell open for him. He used the tip of his cock to see if I was ready for him. "Christ, you are so wet," he growled, and before I could respond, he buried himself inside with one long, punishing thrust. The sensation was mind-blowing.
And that was before he started to move.
I'd never had this feeling before, and I knew it was because of my feelings wrapped up in this man. I was flying. I was wanted. I was being so gloriously fucked. I never wanted it to end. This was where everything made sense for us. Since the beginning, this was where we could give and take exactly how we wanted to. We connected with every touch, every movement, we never had to talk.
But then in an unexpected switcheroo, Michael flipped us over.
"I want you to take control now, babe," he said, his voice ragged. "Ride me."
My head went light, so I placed my hands on his chest for balance. He didn't have to ask me twice. I rose up, and instinctively, he gripped my hips.
I froze.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I waved my finger at him. "I'm in control, remember?"
"Fuck," he hissed. "Sorry."
I tried again. This time, the movements were mine. All mine.
"That's it baby, you take what you need."
That was a plan I could definitely get behind.
I tested him, moving slowly at first, and then fast, working the beautiful friction between us. I found the perfect pace and bounced on his cock so hard, my teeth hurt. It felt so good, I couldn't stop.
He leaned up and captured my nipple in his teeth. The bite sent shockwaves straight to my clit, as if the two parts were tethered together.
"Christ, you are so hot." He said before lavishing my other nipple with the same teasing bites.
When my inner muscles started clenching, Michael took over, driving into my tight channel over and over again until we let the orgasm pull us under.
"Jenna," he said softly from our little blissed out cocoon.
"Mmm." I rolled toward him, craving his lips again.
"I can already tell you that this isn't going to be enough," he said, between kisses. "I'm going to need more."
"How much more?"
"Five days, minimum," he said. "Then, we talk."
Chapter Eighteen
Michael
Jenna Peterson was hands-down, the most incredible woman I'd ever met. Strong, kind, smart as fuck and so fun to be around. She made me happy. Spending the evening in bed with her, shot her right into freaking celebrity status in my opinion.
After we were finally able to tear ourselves away from my bed, we headed over to Jenna's to take care of the dogs.
"What's this?" I asked, picking up an envelope from the hallway in front of her door.
"I don't know," she said, pulling out a photo and I was about to admire it, until I noticed what was scrawled across it.
What the fuck?
It was a recent picture with Jen and Oscar, with the question-Who is the bigger bitch?-scrawled across it.
She rolled her eyes and blew it off. "What a dumb ass, Oscar's a boy, not a bitch."
I stared at her, mouth ajar. "What the fuck, Jen? This is not funny. Who would send you something like this?"
"Don't know, don't care. I learned to ignore things like this a long time ago." We walked inside and Jen let the dogs out of their crates.
"Do not say that." I said, seriously freaked out. "Do you have any idea who would do something like this? You do know it's against the law, right?"
"With my reputation, things like this have been happening for ages." She rubbed Oscar's belly, while petting Ruby and Molly with her other hand. "It could be an enemy or frenemy, is this what you want to hear?"
"Actually, yes. I want to get to the bottom of this."
"That's what I'm telling you, I don't think we will get to the bottom of it. I've made enemies, Michael, and I deserve some pushback-not all, but some."
"Wait up, there." Her view was pretty damn disturbing. "You do not deserve to be stalked or harassed or fucking threatened."
"Can we just drop it?" Her eyes were shiny. "It's pretty embarrassing having to explain why people hate you."
I pulled her in for a hug and did as she asked. It was clear we weren't going to get anywhere on this topic right now.
Jenna's past, my present, and our future was getting all tangled up. But I realized I didn't need five days to decide whether this was something I wanted. I knew it was exactly what I wanted.
I wouldn't risk it for anything. So while Jen was distracted with the dogs, I found the paperwork for both the office building worker that was supposedly fixing her AC, and the guy trying to adopt Ruby. I used my phone to snap a picture of their names and signatures, and sent them to Jones at the station. I'd already made a call about Sullivan.
Yeah, I was a little paranoid.
Hey, if it turned out to be nothing, great. It was still good practice. But I wasn't going to take any chances.
And though I'd take care with Tabby when I told her about Jenna, I didn't care who knew about us, which was a good thing because we were about to have our coming out party.
***
"I'm craving tacos," I told her later that night. The surprise package that was left on her doorstep really put a damper on the rest of the evening. Plus, we were both starving and exhausted. A thought a quick run for takeout would do the trick.
But when Jules and Foster showed up at Loco Tacos at the same time we arrived, I came to the realization that this night was just going to suck balls all the way around.
Once Jenna made eye contact with them, she tried to pull away from me.
"Oh no you fucking don't." I gripped her hand tighter.
"Well, look who's here," Jules walked up to me, shaking her head like wait until your sister hears about this one.
"Hey, Jules," I smiled. "Foster."
Foster's eyes looked like they were going to bug out of his head, but he remained uncharacteristically quiet.
"Wow, I knew it wouldn't take long before she got her claws into you," Jules said, not even addressing Jenna directly.
It pissed me right the fuck off, and though I probably should've left it alone, I was done with all of that.
"Jules," I said. "You have no fucking idea." And then I pulled Jenna in close-one arm wrapped around her back, my hand resting on her hip and fingertips dipping into her front pocket-before I planted the longest, dirtiest kiss on the woman I loved. I kissed her as if my life depended on it … because, well, it was starting to feel like it did.
Jenna had shock, and maybe a little horror, all over her face, but she didn't say a word until they cleared out.
"What about waiting for our five days to make sure this is working, before we go public?" Jenna finally asked when I was mid-burrito.
"I've already made my decision."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"So what does that mean?" Her face crinkled in the most adorable way.
"It means I'm waiting on you for yours."
Chapter Nineteen
Jenna
Shit was getting real. Foster and Jules knew about us now, which meant Tabby and Noah would know today when they got back from Mexico. There was no question about that.
Thanks to Michael's planning, he had us all sitting together at the upcoming Senior Dinner, which was like graduation but with booze and no parents.
Normally, this would all be a good thing. But Michael planned to tell Tabby about us before the event. I couldn't even image what she was going to say, or Noah for that matter.
I had to keep reminding myself that this is what I wanted. I wanted Michael to claim me as his, no matter who was watching and that's exactly what he was doing.
But the dinner was tomorrow!
Turned out I didn't need my five days either. I had already fallen for him so hard, probably long before he did, and that brought on another wave of panic.
Michael knew the stress was eating at me, but he had plans to take my mind off things.
"Get in here," he all but growled, looking at me in that way of his.
"Be right back," I told him, quickly taking care of the dogs.