The Boy Who Knew Me When (From Boys to men Trilogy) (13 page)

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Julian

Damn this woman! I wanted her to know that she was mine without any doubts from either one of us. That she had become mine because she was in love with me not because she needed a good roll in the sack to heal her heartbreak. But she was making it really hard for me not to bend her over backwards and take her sexy perfectly sculpted ass anywhere and everywhere.

Her little show in the truck had set my pants ablaze. It wasn’t just the fact that I now knew I was going to have to make it through dinner fully aware that her sweetness was completely naked but because I knew just how wet she was for me. The scent of her boiling heat burned itself into my senses as she crossed her legs making my dick instantly hard with the assault.

It took everything in me not to play out the image of falling to my knees and burying my head between those pretty little legs. If it were not for that damn doctor I would have done just that, be damned the two people in the front seat. She was all that I wanted and thanks to her games I could not think of anything but my tongue putting out the fire that no doubt flamed inside of her delicate folds. Her games were going to be the death of me if I didn’t pull myself together. I decided that I was not going to allow her the satisfaction of seeing my desperation.

Instead I focused on the rear view mirror where I could see, judging by the expression staring back at me, that Jonathan had watched every second of Jemma’s show. I also knew that he knew that she had absolutely nothing on underneath the rather short dress she insisted on wearing this evening. My fists clenched up around my knees and all I wanted to do, best friend or not, was knock that crooked little smile off of his face.

To make matters worse Jemma felt inclined to run her bare foot up and down the length of my calf all through dinner. I was also fully aware at the careful way she placed each bite of food in her mouth, softly moaning with desire at each taste. Inside I was squirming but on the outside I help up my end of the conversation with the rest of the table.

As much as I wanted her, as much as I wanted everything she was doing to me, it was starting to piss me off because there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

“Can you excuse us for a moment?”

I had to end this game right now or I wasn’t going to last the rest of the night. I grabbed Jemma by the arm and she jumped up with an “oh” as I led her out of the restaurant in search of someplace more private.

“Where are we going Julian?” She asked innocently as if she had not been toying with me all evening but I ignored her and made my way through the crowd ducking into an empty banquet room. After closing the door behind me I whipped her around and carefully pushed her into it pinning her in place with my arms.

“What are you...” I buried my lips into hers cutting her off before she could ask the question she was fully aware of the answer to. Our kiss deepened and I moved my hand between her legs over the thin piece of fabric keeping the world at bay, cupping her heat just hard enough to feel her desire seeping through the dress. My shaft twitched at the low simultaneous growl that escaped her lips upon my touch. I knew as much as she had been torturing me it was torture for her as well.

“You have to stop this sweetheart. You are driving me crazy.” I whispered into the nape of her neck kissing the burn that my breath had caused.

“I don’t want to, please take me Julian. I don’t care about the stupid deal I made with Dr. Schneider.” she cried.

“Well I do care. Close your eyes Jemma.” She did as I said. “Listen to me very carefully.”

She nodded as the grip between her legs got tighter.

“My dick is hard for you.” I flipped her around facing the door, never once moving my hand from the position between her legs. “Use your imagination sweetheart, feel me.”

Her legs quaked as I lifted the back of her dress and pressed my hips into her bare ass allowing her to feel just how hard I was for her behind the walls of my pants.

“Imagine me unzipping my pants and pulling out my raging cock, your hands slide over it taking hold and easing me into that sweet beautiful hot wet pussy that I can barely live without. I am thick and full of cum waiting to shoot off inside of you but first you have to feel me. I slowly slide my dick in and out of you...” She sighed, pressed her ass into me harder and cupped the hand on her crotch. “My speed increases with each moan, you cry out my name. Say my name sweetheart.”

“Julian!” she quickly whispered with desperation.

“Come for me Jemma.” She squeezes my hand tighter around her as I move my hips deeper into her ass. “Can you feel me, baby? I am moving deeper harder along your walls, so deep you can feel the head of my cock hit your sweet spot. Tell me it feels good.”

“Julian!” her breathing increases and she begins to grind into my hand as her ass moves up and down my shaft.

“It…feels...so...good.” she barely manages.

“Oh God!” she screams. Finding her release she digs her nails into my hand and I have to fight off the urge to jerk them away.

“I don’t know if that counts sweetheart. But for the next five weeks that is all you are getting.” I whisper into her neck. “You will stop teasing me or I will walk out the door and you won’t see me again until those 5 weeks are up. Not seeing you would drive me nuts but I need to know there are no doubts in that pretty little head of yours. Do you understand me?”

Still trying to catch her breath she pulled my hand from between her legs and turned to face me.

“You would leave me?” she asked.

“I would never leave you sweetheart. I know that I am in love with you and I want you to know that you are in love with me without a shadow of a doubt. If you had any idea how hard it is for me not to fuck your hot little pussy right down to the core you would not be taunting me like you have been all evening. But if it comes down to not seeing you for 5 weeks or having to live with my own doubt for fear that you have doubts then I take not seeing you. I don’t want to live like that and I certainly don’t want to live with a stiff one for the next five weeks of my life.”

I pressed my lips to hers. “Now that is out of the way, how about you go keep our friends company while I go relieve some of the pressure you have been putting on me all night? I am pretty sure they have noticed our absence by now”

Chapter Thirteen

Jemma

“I can’t take it anymore Dr. Schneider! I know we agreed on sixty days but I am not going to be able to make it another three weeks.”

I cannot believe the great Doctor just laughed at me. Were doctors supposed to laugh when their patients behaved like sex crazed teenagers?

“You have come this far Jemma, I am sure the two of you can get by another few weeks without incident. Many people in the world have gone a lot longer than sixty days without sexual relations you know.”

Well obviously those “someone else’s” did not have a Julian at their beck and call.

“How about we change the subject? How long has it been since you saw your father?”

Not since the day he was walked out of the court room after sentencing. Why did he want to know? The
last
thing I wanted to talk about was my father but in the end he was one of the reasons that I walked through that door every week.

“I know this is something you are not ready to discuss but your Aunt called me the other day to let me know that your father was being moved to the state penitentiary. She wanted me to tell you that he wished to see you. Apparently she has tried to call you and you haven’t returned those calls, she was worried about you.”

I had received several messages from my Aunt over the last few days but the moment she mentioned that she needed to speak to me about my father, her brother, I couldn’t bare the thought of calling her back. She had been visiting my father in the hospital once a week since the first day he was admitted. At first she had tried to speak to me about his condition but I refused. I would put my hands to my ears and storm out of the room every time she made an attempt, eventually she stopped trying altogether.

“I don’t want to see my father, she knows that!” I screamed out in frustration.

“You don’t have to but I think you should consider it. The anniversary of your mother’s death is coming up and I think it might help you to see that he isn’t the same person.”

I shook my head. 

“No, I just can’t Dr Schneider.”

I paused, waiting for his response, but he continued to sit in his chair, quietly bobbing his leg up and down. There was a tiny part of me that wanted more than anything to see my father. Even though he had tried to kill me after taking my mother’s life there was still a piece of me that saw him as the loving daddy figure he was before losing Nicolai. That part of me wanted to run into his arms and tell him that I forgave him. I know that he was no longer in control of his actions that day but it didn’t make the fact that he put a bullet in my mother’s head and with fail attempted to damn me with that same fate any less true.

“Why are they moving him?”

“Well, the hospital is pretty overcrowded and the doctors seem to think that he is well enough to be let into general population. It is my understanding that he has been doing really well the last couple of years and wishes to have a job. There is a volunteer group that comes in once a week and teaches the patients cooking skills. He has taken a good liking to it and has been offered a mess hall position as a cook.”

“Hm.” That was no surprise to me. As a child my father was always whipping up something in the kitchen and he always manned the campfire roasts whenever we went camping or fishing. I admired my father’s ability to make intricate meals like fish pie, stew and brownies over a hot fire.

My mother’s idea of camp food was canned beans and burnt hot dogs. She was a wonderful mother but she never could get the hang of cooking. My father had told us that the first meal she ever made him was scrambled eggs and toast. She burned the toast and the eggs tasted like salt but because he loved her enough to spare her feelings he ate every bite as if it were the best meal he had ever eaten. It was something they had laughed about after fifteen years of marriage.

I used to love watching my parents together. They had a tendency to speak without words instead conveying their needs with a simple glance or touch. It was hard not to admire the love they had for one another and until the day my mother was murdered I held onto that particular idea of love. I was sure their love could overcome anything, which is one of the reasons why I did not burden them with the pain of my own heart. I kept hoping they would piece each other back together again like they had done so many times before. I guess losing a child consumes you to the point that you don’t even want to anymore.

“Why are you so sure it will help me? What can seeing my father possibly do for me other than tear me in two?” I asked.

Dr. Schneider considered me for a moment before he replied.

“It is not my place to enlighten you any further than necessary, I promised your aunt, but I can tell you that your father loves you very much. And according to Tilly he has come to terms with a lot of what happened back then. He would like to make a mends and has much that he needs to tell you. I think perhaps visiting with him might bring you closer to the only parent you have left.”

I could not believe that I was actually considering paying a visit to my father but I did want to find closure. Agreeing not to see him had weighed heavy on my heart every time Aunt Tilly had insisted I try. I was so angry with him for stealing my mother and then abandoning me when I needed him most, when I needed both of them. I left the doctor’s office agreeing that I would think about it, I had two weeks to decide. The good news was that I had completely forgotten about my dilemma with Julian.

“Have you given any more thought to seeing your dad?”

It had been two days since my discussion with the great doctor and I was just as confused as ever about seeing him again. What could he possibly have to say that could change the way I felt about him? I did not want him to apologize; I wanted to hate him because it made more sense than hating Nicolai.

“I just don’t know Julian, what is he going to say to me huh? Gee sorry, princess, didn’t mean to put that bullet in moms head!”

Julian cringed. Sometimes I forgot that he loved my mother too.

“Sorry.”

“It’s OK, sweetheart. I understand where the hostility is coming from.”

But I knew it wasn’t, there was nothing OK about the things Julian and I had been put through. Nothing OK about him watching my brother and his parents gunned down by some lunatic in the middle of a crowded restaurant, nothing OK about me watching my father crumble and damning my mother to the same fate as her only son and there sure as hell was nothing OK about the fact that my father was spending his life in a mental institution. Suddenly sitting at the kitchen bar watching Julian make us dinner I wanted answers. I knew why Ignacio Hernandez had done what he did but I wanted to know what exactly was going through my dads head besides the fact that he missed his son.

“Would you come with me, if I decided to go I mean?”

Julian dropped the spatula on the floor and turned around to face me. I knew this would be just as hard for him as it would be for me but I could not imagine taking this step with anyone else.

“I had already assumed that I would. I would do anything for you sweetheart. How can you not know that by now?”

He reached down, picked up the spatula and turned back around to flip the chocolate chip pancakes he had cooking on the griddle.

A smile flashed across my face while the words ‘I do, I do know that’ went through my head.