Alive (Mended Hearts #1) (16 page)

We roll
so that I’m on top, and I run my hands down his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. There’s time for that later. Right now, I need to do something that I’ve wanted to do for weeks.

Leaning down, I keep eye contact with Jesse
while running my tongue down his chest to his boxers. “Mmm,” I moan, the taste of him on my tongue.

Jesse returns his hands to my breasts, fondling
them, while I move to lick his nipples. He pinches my nipples, the pain making me bite down on his.

“Jesus,” he hisses. I laugh. “Get on your back. You’re in trouble now.”

He rolls me back over and traps my hands above my head with one hand. I try to break free, but he’s far too strong. His other hand runs down my body, heading south, until he touches the waistband of my lace panties. He doesn’t do anything, just lingers there, torturing me. I lift my hips up, letting him know that I want him to touch me, and he does. One finger slips in, moving in and out slowly. The whole time, our eyes are locked in a trance. He slips another finger in, his thumb starting to rub my clit. “Oh God,” I moan, close to climaxing already. His fingers are magic. He’s hitting the spot perfectly.

I can feel the slow burn of my climax starting. My body is trembling already.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me,” Jesse whispers. That’s all it takes. My body convulses from the power of the orgasm tearing through me. I scream from the pure pleasure that his fingers are making me feel. His lips come crashing down on mine, silencing my screams, his fingers working out the last few tremors.

As I catch
my breath, I look into Jesse’s lust filled eyes.

“That
is the hottest thing I have ever seen, baby.”

Looking down
between us, I see his hard length straining against his boxers. I need to sort that out for him. Licking my lips from the thought of his cock in my mouth, I lean forward, putting my hand down his boxers and freeing his hard length. Jesus, it’s huge. I don’t know if I can fit all of it into my mouth, but I’m damn well going to try.

I stroke
him a few times, and then push Jesse onto his back, trying to get a better angle. “Your turn now,” I drawl, starting to pump his cock.

“
Mmm,” he moans, closing his eyes.

Still stroking him, I lean forward, putting my mouth around the head of
his cock. His eyes startle open, staring at me. Swirling my tongue around his head, I lick off his pre-cum. He tastes amazing, not too salty.

I’ve never liked giving head, but doing it to Jesse
, and seeing the pure pleasure on his face, is making me even wetter.

I start moving my head up and down
in a slow rhythm, taking his length into my mouth the best I can. Relaxing my reflexes, I fit most of it in.

“
Stop!
” Jesse says suddenly, lifting my head up. Did I do something wrong? Oh no. I did, didn’t I?

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, voicing my thoughts. Feeling insecure
, I try to cover myself up with my hands as best I can.

“No
. God no. I’m just close to coming. I’m not ready yet. Trust me. You did nothing wrong. The opposite, actually.” I release the breath I had been holding. “I want us to finish together. If you’re ready, that is?”

Am I ready? God
, yes, I am ready.

Nodding my head, I lower my hands, baring my body to him. Excitement flashes in his eyes just before his lips
tenderly touch mine. Jesse lowers me down gently onto my back, his hands running down my body. Oh so slowly, he takes my underwear off, then stands up and takes his own off, the whole time his eyes never straying from mine.

Seeing him standing there i
n all of his naked glory, I take him in, memorizing every inch of his body; the way his tattoos curl around his arms onto his chest, the dark hair on his stomach leading to his manhood, his delicious V muscles. I take everything in. He really is a fine piece of art. No wonder the ladies love him. He is perfection.

“Is it up to your standards?” Jesse asks, distracting me from my perusal.

“It’s better,” I whisper honestly. I’ve only ever seen one man naked before, and he has nothing on Jesse. Jesse puts other men to shame, I’m sure. “Come here. I need you.” I curl my fingers at him, and he walks toward me. His body completely covers my tiny size. I feel his cock dig into my leg, reminding me what is about to happen. Butterflies start up in my stomach. I’m nervous now. I’ve only ever had sex with one person before. Matt.

“Are you sure you
’re ready to do this?” Jesse asks again. I nod, my throat too dry to speak. “I don’t want you regretting it tomorrow. You’re definitely sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” I whisper. I give him a little smile
, letting him know that I’m okay with this. I’m ready.

Feeling him at my entrance, I open my legs, making it easier for him to slip in. He slides in slowly
, filling me inch by sweet inch.

“Are you okay?” I nod, letting him know that I
am. It hurts a bit, though, as I’m not used to this size.

When he’s all the way in, he stills, giving my walls time to expand around his impressive length.

“God, baby, you’re so tight.”

I lift my hips, letting him know that I’m ready. Jesse starts off slow, hitting my sweet spot every time. “Oh, Jesse,” I moan from the pleasure he’s giving me.

“You’re mine now, baby. There’s no going back. This pussy is mine,” he pants out, his thrusts getting harder and faster.

“Yes,” it’s all I can say through my moans.

“Say it. Say this pussy is mine.” He thrusts into me hard, knocking the wind out of me. I cry out, grabbing the sheets. “Say it,” he demands, thrusting into me hard again.

“YES
! THIS PUSSY IS YOURS!” I scream as his thrusts get even harder and faster.

“Good,” Jesse replies, satisfaction on his face. I
can’t imagine giving myself to anyone else. I’ve never felt such pleasure before. I didn’t even know you could feel this. Jesse has shown me new heights tonight.

I need to touch him. Letting go of the sheets, I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him in deeper. Oh
God, I can’t take this much longer. I run my hands down his back, grabbing onto his tight bum and digging my nails into it.

“That’s i
t, baby. Harder,” Jesse growls into my ear. I dig deeper, bringing him closer to me.

That slow burn is building again. I don’t know if I can go through that again
just yet. It’s too strong. My walls tighten around his cock. I’m so close.

“Come on
, baby. Milk me. I can’t hold on much longer, baby,” he groans, pumping so fast my head hits the headboard. I can’t feel the pain over the immense pleasure that is about to tear through my body.

“
JESSE!
” I scream, the orgasm tearing through my body more powerful than the last one.

“
MAISIE,”
Jesse moans loudly, climaxing at the same time. I feel him release, my walls milking him of his juices to the last drop. He collapses on top of me, his sweaty body sticking to mine and both of us panting for breath.

When we have finally caught our breath
s, I sigh contentedly.

“I love you
, Maisie,” Jesse says, lifting his head from my chest to look into my eyes. My heart melts hearing him say those three little words.

“I love you too
, Jesse,” I reply, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Let me go and get you a towel to clean yourself up.” He pulls out, standing stock still at the end of the bed
and looking down at his cock soaked in our juices.

“What’s wrong?” I ask at the scared expression on his face.

“I forgot to put a condom on.
Shit!
I’ve never forgotten before,” he says, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Swiveling
around on the bed, I stand up and make my way over to him. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I have been for the last three years, and I got checked out when my relationship ended. I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too
, by the way. I get checked out all the time,” Jesse says, looking relieved. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He takes my hand and leads me into his bathroom.

For the rest of the afternoon
, we watch films while cuddled up in his bed.

When I arrive home later on that night, Chloe is absent, so I climb into bed, feeling a twinge of pain in my sex
that reminds me of the best sex of my life with the man I love. I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

Chapter 13

Maisie

Jesse and I have been together for nearly two months now. It’s been the best two months of my life. I see him mostly every day, except when he has work or football practice, or if I have too many assignments to do. So this week is going to be hard.

I’m going home to see my family for a week as
it’s Thanksgiving.

Don’t get me wrong
; I’m stoked to be seeing my parents for the first time in nearly three months, but I’m really going to miss Jesse. I wish he was coming with me, but he doesn’t want to leave his mom all on her own. I understand. I really do. Thanksgiving isn’t a time for being alone.  It just sucks ass.

Chloe and I haven’t really spoken since our disagreement. We
’re just going about the motions, living together but not spending time together like we used to. She’s really withdrawn into herself. She’s often out doing God knows what, then returning home really late at night usually so intoxicated that she can hardly walk. I’ve tried talking to her about it, but she just ignored me and went back to sleep. I don’t know what else I can do.

I offered her a lift home to see her parents,
but she declined, saying she wants stay on campus. Her mom is going to be really upset that she isn’t coming home. I’ll probably pop over to see her. Maybe if I tell her mom how she’s behaving, she can knock some sense into her. I just want my best friend back.

I put
some of my belongings that I’ll need for the week into the trunk, and then get into my car and start the long journey home.

****

Eight hours later, I’m parked outside my parent’s house. The journey took two hours longer than usual. I guess everybody is going home to their families for the holidays.

Jake’s truck is already in the drive. He must have left early to beat the traffic.

As I get out of the car, the front door opens, and my mom comes bursting out and running down the drive to pull me into a tight hug. I inhale her familiar scent. I’ve missed her so much. I hug her back just as tightly, and tears gather in my eyes; happy tears at seeing my mom again after nearly three months of being apart. We’ve never spent this long away from each other before.

“Hey
, Mom,” I say, sniffling into her ear.

“Oh
, sweetie, what’s wrong?” she asks, pulling back to inspect me. “Has something happened?” She’s panicking now.

“Nothing’s wrong
, Mom. I’m just so happy to see you, is all. I missed you and Dad.” I give her a smile to let her know that I’m okay.

“Oh, we missed you too
, darling. So much. Come on. Your dad is excited to see you. He’s been worried about his little girl. It’s been driving me insane,” she says, rolling her eyes as she leads me into the house.

Closing the front door behind me, I inhale the familiar s
cent of my childhood home. It still has that vanilla smell from the air fresheners my mom uses. I smile, happy to be home.

“Is that my pumpkin?”
my dad asks, coming out of the kitchen wearing an apron, a big smile on his face.

I r
ush over to him and wrap my arms around his six foot two frame, feeling like I’m a four year old again. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl, and that’s never going to change. I inhale his earthy scent, it reminding me of so many wonderful memories. To a girl, there’s nothing like the smell of your daddy. It’s safe and warm.

“I’ve missed you
, Daddy,” I mumble into his chest. My damn tears have started up again now. It’s a good thing Jesse didn’t come. He would be laughing at how I’m reacting. Anyone would think that I haven’t seen them for years, instead of just a few months!

“I’ve missed you too
, baby girl. How’s college?” Dad asks. I step out of his embrace.

“It’s really good. My classes are going well,” I reply vaguely.

“Made many friends?” We move into the living room. He knows that I’ve always found it hard to make friends. I can’t tell him about Jesse, though. He’s so protective of me, especially after what Matt did.

“No. I’ve been busy with my assignments,” I lie through my teeth. I hate lying to my parents, but in this case, it’s necessary.

“Maisie, you have to make friends. You can’t just hang around with Chloe. College is all about new experiences and having a little fun. You can’t be holed up in your room twenty-four seven. I’m sure Chloe has made new friends. The longer you leave it, the harder it will be, as everyone will already be in groups,” Mom says worriedly.

“She hasn’t made friends because she’s always with her boyfriend,” Jake says, coming around the corner.
Fucking hell…
Why did he have to open his big fucking mouth? As I shoot daggers at him, which right now I wish could kill, he sits down in the chair opposite me, a smug smile on his face. Oh no. If I’m going down, he’s going down with me.

“Jake was sleeping with Chloe,” I spit out, the smug smile now on my face
, and the daggers now shooting out of his eyes. Take that, fuckwit!

Mom and
Dad repeatedly look between us, their mouths hanging open. The silence lasts for what feels like forever. I guess it is a lot for them to take in. I just hope they choose to question Jake.

Their gaze
s finally land on me. Oh shit. This isn’t good.

“What’s your boyfriend
’s name, and where did you meet him?” Dad finally asks, his expression hard.

“His name is Jesse
, and he’s in my English class,” I reply, treading carefully. I look at Jake, conveying with my eyes for him not to say anymore. I don’t need him blabbing about Jesse’s past. That will not go over well with my dad.

“Right… And how long have you two been together?”

“Nearly two months.” I smile, thinking about our time together.

“Is he your age?” My
Dad’s eyes are squinted, probably deep in thought.

“No he’s in Jake’s year. They are friends. Tell
Dad, Jake.” I give Jake a look, warning him to say only good things. He has the power right now, and I don’t like it one bit.

“Yeah, he’s a cool guy
, Dad. We’ve been friends since I first started college, and from what I can see, he really cares for Maisie. I know you’re thinking about what Matt did, but trust me, Jesse’s nothing like him. I wouldn’t let him near Maisie if he was.” My dad nods, obviously trusting Jake’s opinion. I thank Jake with my eyes for not saying anything that would get Dad riled up.

“Okay. When am I going to meet this Jesse?” Not anytime soon, I think.

“Erm… I don’t know, Dad. He’s pretty busy.” No he’s not. I just don’t want you to give him the third degree. I had to watch my dad give Matt the third degree, and it was so embarrassing. I expected him to run a mile and never look back, but he didn’t. I wish he had now, though. It would have saved me from a lot of heartache in the long run.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us you had a boyfriend?”
my mom pipes up, looking distraught that I hadn’t confided in her.

It’s not my mom that I was keeping this from,
but my dad. I mean, I love him to pieces, but he’s just too overprotective sometimes. I knew my mom would tell him, hence why I didn’t tell her.

“I’m sorry
. I really am. You know what Dad is like, though. No offence, Dad,” I apologize, looking at my dad. “He would have gone all protective daddy bear on me, Mom. I didn’t know how long Jesse and I would last either, so I needed to make sure first before I told you both. I really do love him, Mom. He’s completely different than Matt. He cares about me, always puts me first, and he listens to me when I need someone to talk to. You will both love him. I know you will. Plus, he’s not bad on the eyes either.” I laugh, winking at my mom. She chuckles.

Facing my dad, I see no emotion on his face. “I promise you will love him
, Daddy. I’ll let you meet him soon, okay?” I give him a smile, letting him know that I’m happier than I have been in months.

“Come here, pumpkin,” my dad says, his arms stretched out wide. I walk into
them and feel safe. “As long as you’re happy, then I’m happy. But you let Jesse know that if he so much as hurts a hair on your head or makes a tear fall from your eyes, I will kill him, and that’s a promise.” I chuckle because I know that isn’t just a threat.

“I will tell him
, Daddy,” I pull away from his embrace and see my mom smiling.

“Come here, baby girl.” She also gives me a hug. “I’m so glad to see the shine back in your eyes again. I missed it
,” she whispers into my ear. I nod, too emotional to talk right now. I know if I do, I will probably cry. “Sit down, and I’ll go make us all a coffee.”

She comes back in a few minutes later, coffees all made. I sit quietly, waiting for what is to be said next. We have a lot of catching up to do.

“Wait… Did Maisie say that you were sleeping with Chloe, Jake?” My mom asks, remembering what I had said. Jake sinks back into his chair. Shit. There’s no hiding from it now, buddy. You’re the reason my best friend has closed in on herself!

“You best start explaining
, Jake,” Dad pipes up after a few minutes of silence.

There is so muc
h tension in the room right now. Jake will probably want me to bail him out of this, but he’s on his own. I know he helped me, and I’m thankful for that, but this is my best friend he’s fucking with. I have to pick my battles. This is one of them.

“This doesn’t leave this room. Understood?”
he finally pipes up. We all nod in response, eager for what he is about to say. If he’s spilling his feelings, I’m listening intently. This doesn’t happen often.

“Well…” He
starts, and then swallows loudly before continuing, “Chloe and I started sleeping together about seven months ago. I ended it five months ago.” His voice changes at the end. I swear he sounds upset. He can’t be, though. Jake doesn’t get upset over girls. Even if he has always had a soft spot for her, it’s not his motto to show feelings. More like love em’ and leave em’.

“Why did you end it?”
my mom asks. That’s what I want to know too. Good thinking, Mom!

“I can’t tell you why,” he sighs
, exasperated.

We all look at him expectantly. That isn’t going to cut it
, especially now that I have a bigger team on my side. My parents love Chloe as if she were their own. If Jake hurts her, they will skin him alive.

“Jake…” my dad warns, getting frustrated.

“Fine. I’ll tell you. I got bored of her. It was exciting at first, but it got old very quick, so I ended our arrangement. Happy now?” He rises abruptly from his chair, walks out of the room, and slams the front door behind him.

We’re all left speechless.

“What the hell just happened?” I ask my gob smacked parents, confused.

“I don’t have the slightest clue, but when I get hold of your brother later, I’m chopping his dick off. If he’s going to abuse it, he’s going to lose it. I’m allowed to decide that because I graced him with it
,” Dad says matter-of-factly. Mom and I burst out laughing at his seriousness. “But on a serious note, how’s Chloe? When we’ve spoken, you haven’t really talked about her.”

Maybe they can tell me what to do to help. I don’t know what to do anymore. All I know is that I can’t leave Chloe alone any longer. She’s changing
, and not for the better.

“She’s not good. We had a disagreement one night when I heard her and Jake having a
n argument. I asked what was going on, and as usual, she dodged the question. I’m fed up with trying to help. I don’t know how to help when she won’t tell me what’s going on. Since then, we’ve been keeping our distance from each other. She’s gone all day, and if she returns, she’s usually drunk. She’s a mess. I miss my best friend,” I say, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Now that I’ve said it out loud, it’s bad.
It’s really bad. I can’t let Chloe keep on doing what she’s doing. She’s deteriorating before my eyes, and I’ve just stood by and let it happen. I’m such a shitty friend. She’s always been there for me. I should have done the same. She would have told me when she was ready. I just needed to be patient.

“You know Chloe
, baby girl, and she will tell you when she’s ready. I know it’s frustrating because you want to help her, but maybe she doesn’t want help right now. Whatever is going on, she obviously doesn’t want to burden you with it. We all know that you’ve had your own problems to deal with recently. She was probably thinking of you,” my mom says soothingly.

They always know the right thing to say.

“I hope so, Mom. If not, then I’ll send her to you? You two can knock some sense into her.” They laugh because they know I’m being completely serious. If anyone can knock some sense into Chloe, it’s my parents. It’s a gift they have.

“Of course
, sweetie,” my mom replies for both of them.

“
Okay, I’m going to pop to the store. Do you two need anything?” I ask. I desperately need to get out right now. I need a breather from the twenty-one questions.