Blyssfully Undone: The Blyss Trilogy - book 3 (20 page)

The screen door squeaks out in protest, breaking our silence. Both Stryker and I turn our heads simultaneously to see who’s stepped out onto the porch. I guess Stryker was right after all. He said she’d eventually come around, and here she is.

I school my features, however, wanting to act unaffected by the last twenty-four hours. As I eye her with caution, her lightweight sundress catches my eye. She must’ve pilfered through Quinn’s walk of shame closet. Damn, she looks fine. She’s barefoot, and her long hair is lying around her shoulders, and I can’t help but think what she would look like pregnant with my child.

I hate that I’m going to have to uproot her yet again, but that’s the way it has to be. For her safety and sanity, we’re going to have to disappear. If she can just get through this last leg of stress without breaking, we’ll be home free. She will adapt; I know she has it in her to do so. Once I help her get through her psychological turmoil, she’ll be back to her old happy and optimistic self.

Silently, she makes her way over and stops in front of me. Her eyes are still rimmed with a tinge of red, but at least the puffiness has calmed down. I get why she shunned me this afternoon. Not only was I an asshole to her this morning in the kitchen, but I wasn’t going to let her know about Adam, and she knows it. She’s been through enough shit. I wanted Adam’s marriage to not matter to her.

Stryker clears his throat, and moves to get up out of his chair, taking Jules entry as his cue to leave. “Later, man.” The screen door slams shut behind him, and I half-grin when he shuts the front door too.

I turn my attention back to this blue-eyed angel, who stands in front of me twisting her fingers in a knot. I itch to pull her onto my lap and squeeze her tight, but I don’t. I can see the conflicting emotions running across her face and it kills me. As much as I want to break the tense silence, I wait for her to speak first.

“You knew all along, didn’t you?” she nervously asks.

My lips thin, making a hard line. I don’t want to elaborate on her question. Opening my mouth can only lead to another fight, so all I do is nod in agreement.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice squeaks, sounding pained.

I let out a long-winded sigh and briefly close my eyes. I should’ve known she would pick this apart. “Ohh, my curious little Jules. Would it have made a difference?” I eye her skeptically as she soaks in my question. “Honestly, sweetheart, because I’m tired of you hurting. I’m tired of being the bearer of bad news. I just wanted to be able to spare you from living in any more pain for once.”

“I don’t understand. I’m already in pain. I’ve been in pain since the day I was ruthlessly ripped from my home.” She frowns and turns her head to look off in the darkness. “I’ve asked myself a hundred times already if he even loved me to begin with, you know?”

“Oh, on the contrary,” I interject, not wanting to see her put herself down. I reach out, taking hold of both her hands, hoping to provide her some form of comfort. “From what I heard, the poor guy had a major breakdown after your disappearance.” Her head whips around with speed, her hair flying in her face as she searches my eyes, seeking the truth.

“Then why didn’t he wait for me?” she asks, her voice hoarse. Her question kind of pisses me off. She shouldn’t care that he’s not available anymore. My forehead wrinkles, and my eyes narrow with irritation.

“Wait for what, Jules?” I ask, highly annoyed. “Nick doesn’t play games, and he made damn sure that chapter in your life was closed. Adam had to marry, because if he didn’t, Nick would’ve ended his life.” She gasps, and then her features turn distraught as she tries to pull out of my hands. “Shit, baby, I’m sorry.” I squeeze her hands, not letting her go. I pull her toward me, placing her between my legs. I mentally berate myself for snapping.

“Come and sit with me?” I ask hopefully, changing my voice to a softer tone. Her face turns sad and she drops her chin in defeat. “I don’t want to fight, Jules. I just want to go back to what we had. Please, come sit down beside me.”

I let go of her hands, and lean over the side of the swing, picking up my glass of iced tea off the porch floor. I take a sip of the cool, sweet concoction, then lean back against the wooden slats on the swing, patting the empty space.

I watch her closely as she slides in beside me, curling her legs underneath her sexy little sundress, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close to my side. “I’m sorry about this morning,” I admit. I use my feet to push off the floor of the porch, giving us a little swing. “You want a drink?” I offer her the glass of tea.

Her eyes never leave mine as she takes the glass and then takes a small sip. Seeing her plump lips wrap around the rim of my glass makes me want them wrapped around my cock. I miss her, and yet she’s right here. Apparently I have no shame, because as I take the glass from her hand, and with a shot of courage, I lean in to brush my lips against hers. When she doesn’t pull away, slap me, or tell me to go to hell, I figure I have her approval, so I swipe my tongue over her soft lips. All I want to do is go slowly and savor the tender feel and taste of her.

I groan when she opens her mouth willingly to me, and then she darts her tongue out to touch mine. Not hesitating, I take without apology and slip my tongue past her lips. When our tongues collide, the coolness of the iced tea she has on her tongue and the warmth of her mouth makes for an erotic contrast.

“I think my favorite kind of kisses are make-up kisses now,” I mumble, grinning over her lips.

“How do you do that?” she whispers, panting over my lips.

“Do what, darlin’?” My lips twitch with a knowing smirk as I bend over and place the glass of tea on the floor. I love how my kisses always affect her reasoning abilities.

“Make my belly flip and dip every time you touch me?” An unsuppressed laugh escapes me, and she takes a playful swat at my chest. “Well, it does. Every time we touch, I seem to lose my self-control. It’s like you’ve got this voodoo magic thing going on every time I get within five feet of you.”

A sly grin spreads across my lips. “So is that the secret? Keep a five-foot rope around you?” She takes another swat at me, and I grab her wrist, pulling her into me. “Hey, now. I’m not doing anything we haven’t done before. Your body already knows what it likes. It’s your mind who’s fighting you,” I counter with an intense stare. “Kiss me again, and then deny me. Tell me no; I dare you.” With those last words, I make my move and assault her with a scorching kiss, tasting her in such a way she can do nothing but take what I dish out. I pull her body flush against mine, and she moans. Her pert breasts rub against my chest. I use my free hand to cradle her cheek, tilting her head to the side so I can delve deeper into her mouth.

I will never be able to get enough of her. Talk about a landslide of love—I’m in an avalanche. I pull away just enough to tease her with my tongue, making her dizzy with desire as I whisper a seductive challenge over her lips. “Tell me you’re not on fire for more. Deny me now, and tell me we aren’t meant to be together.”

“I can’t,” she whimpers as she opens her mouth wider, searching for me, but I continue to hold back.

“Damn right you can’t. You may not know where you belong, but I do. I never had a moment’s doubt.” I give her everything I have as I unabashedly drive my tongue into her mouth, thrusting in and out of her warmth as our tongues tangle with heated passion. I grab her by the back of the neck, forcing her body to meld with mine as I fuck her mouth with my tongue.

My hand leaves her cheek to slowly peruse a trail over the soft, supple skin of her neck. Her pulse is racing beneath my fingertips. My hard-on is killing me. I want so badly to slide into her tight pussy and experience the euphoria of coming deep inside her. I then cup the swell of her breast in my hand and pinch her hard nipple. She whimpers in my mouth, my name a whispered prayer. “Travis.”

I soothe the injury, rubbing gentle circles over her breast. Her hips move in time with my tongue, and I know her little pussy is on fire. I blindly find the hem of her dress and slip my hand underneath the material. I trail my fingers along the inside of her thigh, and I groan when she spreads her legs apart, giving me free access. My fingertips slip past the elastic band at her apex, and I dip two fingers past her folds. She’s so wet I slip all the way in to my knuckles. “You’re so damn sexy.” I take pride knowing I got her juices flowing faster than the speed of light. She helplessly whimpers in soft little pants, moving her hips against my fingers as she tries to get more penetration, but I back off.

“What do you want, Jules?” I gruffly whisper between kisses.

“I want you, Travis.” Her breathing is erratic, and her kisses grow sloppy. It’s sexy as hell to watch her lose all inhibitions. She fists my shirt material in her hands, breathing hot and heavy when I let her come up for air. “Please fill me.”

I smother her with hot passion and give her what she wants. Torturously slow, I pump my fingers in and out of her wetness, stretching her silky walls. Oh, God, I think I’m gonna love make-up sex. Everything feels new, raw, and fervent. I pull my fingers out of her heat and wipe her juices over her clit, rubbing back and forth over her firm nub. She turns her head to the side, gasping for air, trying to stifle a moan. I dip three fingers in this time, and grin when her lungs deflate with a loud, “Ohhh, my God.”

“You like feeling that fullness, sweetheart? You’re pussy has soaked my hand. Let’s see if I can make it sing.” I work all three fingers against her g-spot while using my thumb to slide over her wet clit. I pull her lips back to mine and swallow her moans and whimpers.

I can tell when the sensations start to become too much for her to bear, because she tries to pull away from our kiss, and at the same time, her legs want to clamp down, shutting me out. I’m not having it. My grip tightens around her neck, making her take the over-stimulated pleasure. The heat between us is so intense my tongue could start a fire in her mouth.

Using more pressure, I circle her hard nub faster and faster, and drive my fingers in long and deep. I make her pussy take everything I have. She can’t hold still; she’s writhing all over my fingers as I hold her lips to mine. I’m thoroughly enjoying her fucking my fist, and after a few more minutes of torturing her, I let her have her release. I curl my fingers inside her tight walls, pumping inside her over and over as my thumb relentlessly works to stimulate her to orgasm.

When she detonates, she spasms around my fingers. Her legs shake uncontrollably, and she goes slack in my arms. As her orgasm rips through her body, I continue my assault until I feel she’s spent every last ounce of her pleasure. When her tremors settle down around my fingers, I slowly bring them to a halt, leaving them deep inside her.

When I pull back to look in her eyes, I can feel her restrained love for me. Her blue eyes are so intense. The way she’s looking at me, it’s palpable. I will never let her go, not as long as I see this. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I love her, but I hold back. Maybe because I want to make sure I’m not rebound material. Fuck, I don’t know. It’s torture not knowing where her head is. I know she’s in her own living hell right now too.

“I need inside you now, baby,” I rasp. I need to be one with her. “That was sexy as fuck.” I slide my fingers from her wet heat, latch onto the crotch of her panties, and tug.

“Travis,” she whisper-squeals, suddenly aware of what we just did.

“Don’t go shy on me now, baby. Thinking you’re gonna get caught is half the fun.”

Her breathing quickens again, as does mine when she lifts her hips, allowing me to slide her panties off. As she turns to plant a hand on either side of my chest to straddle me, I quickly peel off my gym shorts. No sooner does my rock-hard cock spring free does she take pause, and then quickly decides to drop to her knees in front of me. “Oh, hell,” I groan. She’s wearing a devilish grin as she peers up at me.

“Deny that you don’t want this,” she taunts, using my own words against me.

“Don’t be a damn cock tease, woman. You know I want your sexy lips wrapped around my dick.”

“Language,” she scolds playfully.

“I’ve got your language, baby…” Before I can say anything else, the words get caught in my throat as she leans forward and licks the tip of my dick. “Fuck,” I groan. I watch her mouth as my length slowly disappears past her lips and deep into her warm, inviting mouth. As she pulls back, her tongue rolls over the tip, and I’m going to explode watching her do this to me.

She takes me all the way in this time, and I fist my hands at my sides, hissing through clenched teeth. She’s warm and wet, and a shiver rolls through me as she bobs her head over my hard length.

She switches her technique, applying suction as she sucks me in deeper. Holy hell. My chest rises and falls with quick pants, and then she undoes me. She uses her tongue to lick and caress a sensual trail along the underside of my dick as her little hands come up to cup my balls. She rolls them in her hands, fondling me as she takes me all the way in. I feel her lips hit the base of my cock, her throat opening fully as I slip in a little deeper, and I’m done for.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I’m two seconds away from exploding, and I want to make this last. I lean forward and lift her up onto my lap, and her legs automatically spread open, straddling me. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” I breathe heavily, trying to get myself back under control.

Her eyes glisten and dance with satisfaction that she can undo me at the drop a hat. “Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I ask wryly, arching a brow.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” she whispers with a smirk as she hikes up her dress, and then she settles her opening over the tip of my head, taking control of the situation again. I grab her hips to slow her down before she can slide down over my length, but I’m too late. She impales herself fully in one quick stroke, and I lose my breath.

“Oh, God, woman.” She grinds herself down and around to the base, seeking friction against her clit. Damn, she’s a little minx. Her sex squeezes me tight, making me see stars. I have to slow her down. I use all my strength to hold her hips still as I stay nestled deep inside her. “Slow down, baby,” I plead with labored breath. I lean forward and take her lips in a gentle, endearing kiss.