Chapter 4

4

Jenson

I ran the pad of my thumb along my lower lip as I stared down at Holly's message on my phone. I hadn't known what I was getting into when I decided to get tangled up with her, but I hadn't regretted my decision yet. One week after having her in my bed, I was still just as obsessed with her as I had been the first time I'd caught her getting herself off before she left for college.

When I saw her watching me, I'd intentionally gotten myself off so she could watch. And the naughty little vixen had been so beautiful as she came for me. All for me . All because of me. It'd been the best birthday gift I could give her.

Her soul was so fiery, so bold. And I couldn't get enough of it. Of her. I never thought my life had been dull before, but now that she'd jumped into it and lent me her color, I realized just how bland it had been.

She was sunshine and gold and light. Just everything sweet and perfectly saucy.

Holly: I really wish you were here right now. I'm craving you.

Jenson: Me or my dick?

Holly: Both, to be real. I'm aching for you, Jenson.

Fuck, this girl had no idea what she was doing to me. She was so fucking needy, and goddamn, I couldn't get enough of it. Never thought I'd meet a woman that could match my high sex drive, but some days, Holly threatened to outdo me.

Jenson: I'm at work, doll, but if you send me a video of you getting yourself off for me, I'll reward you later this evening.

She didn't respond, and figuring she got distracted by her mom, I set my phone aside and forced myself to focus on the paperwork in front of me. Problem was though, my dick was so hard, I couldn't get my brain to make sense of the numbers in front of me. All I wanted to do was end the work day early, drag her out of her house, and bend her over the first surface we reached in my house.

Goddamn her for teasing me, even if I did love it.

My phone vibrated a few minutes later, and I snatched it up, my eyes widening in surprise before a deep chuckle slipped past my lips. Holly had really sent me a video. She'd set her phone up on something high up so I could see every part of her. She was naked and splayed across her bed, her slim thighs parted, her fingers between her legs.

Her eyes were closed as she swirled her digits around her clit, her lips softly parting before she sank two fingers inside her wet pussy. I groaned, turning my volume up the slightest bit so I could hear her sensual moans.

"Jenson," she whimpered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "God, your cock would feel so much better than this."

I groaned and gripped my cock through my jeans, hissing a breath through my teeth.

"You are such a naughty woman," I muttered under my breath as she arched her back and quickly came on her fingers, her body trembling.

All for me .

God, I wished she wasn't trying to keep us a fucking secret. I wanted to publicly own her. Show every son of a bitch that she was mine . That she belonged to me.

But so far, it seemed like she had no intention to stop sneaking around. And honestly… I was getting annoyed by it. I was a grown man ready to settle down with her. Sure, it'd only been a week, but I knew what I wanted.

I wanted her.

Something had to give.

Holly was stretching in her driveway when I pulled into mine. She looked up and smiled in my direction before continuing her stretches. Her body was coated in sweat, even though it was only forty-something degrees outside. No doubt, she'd just come back from her daily run.

"Get over here," I growled when I got out of my truck.

Without waiting for her response, I strode up the porch before inserting my key into the lock and opening the door, walking inside. I toed my boots off, and she slipped in behind me, quickly shutting the door. Before she could say or do anything else, I snatched her to me and covered her lips in a hot, soul-sucking kiss.

" Mmm ," she moaned, curving her sweaty body into mine. My blood heated at the erotic sound, my dick throbbing and pressing into my zipper.

I walked her into the kitchen, my lips never leaving hers until I lifted her and set her on the kitchen counter. I wasted no time in getting her sports bra over her head, and I groaned when her breasts spilled free, her nipples pebbled. Ignoring them for the time being, I gripped the edge of her leggings and tugged them down with her thong. She kicked her shoes off, and once she was finally naked, I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out.

Thankfully, I'd started stashing condoms all over the house because of her, and she snatched one out of the kitchen drawer and ripped the packet open before rolling it over my thick, veiny shaft.

I growled at the feel of her soft, small hands caressing me over the latex. My restraint was close to snapping. I needed to get inside of her. I'd been aching for her all damn day, especially after she sent that naughty fucking video.

I spread her thighs apart and then eased inside of her, knowing she'd already be slick for me. She moaned, her hands gripping at my shoulders. "Jenson," she whimpered, her head falling back on her shoulders.

I licked a path up her neck before following that same path with my teeth, nipping at her sweaty skin. She whimpered and then cried out when I pulled out and slammed back inside of her, fucking her the way I truly wanted to.

I pushed her back to lay on the counter, then dragged her ass to the edge, my fingers digging into her tight ass. Her tits jiggled with every savage thrust inside her tight body, and in no time, she was coming undone around me, screaming my name into the otherwise silent house. Our bodies smacked together, and with a few more thrusts, I spilled into the condom, growling her name.

"You will be the fucking death of me," I rasped as I leaned over her, gripping her chin to press my lips to hers.

Our breaths mingled as our lips met in short, sporadic kisses, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Fuck, she was going to goddamn kill me at this rate.

"Do I get fucked like that every time I tease you while you're at work?" she tiredly asked, her eyelids drooping in a post-sex haze. No doubt, she had a nap on her mind, but now that she was relaxed, I wanted to talk to her. Holly could be stubborn, but she was more open to things when she was a bit cum drunk.

I intended to take full advantage of that.

I grinned at her. "Maybe." I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "But first, we need to talk."

She frowned and pushed me back a little so she could sit up. I stepped back from her and pulled the condom off, tossing it into the trash before I fixed my clothes. Unashamed of her body, she placed her palms flat on the counter, staring at me.

"What is it, Jenson?" she finally asked, a hint of wariness entering her voice.

I grunted and tossed her clothes at her after I picked them up from the floor. I couldn't concentrate when she was sitting there being so fucking tempting. Sliding down from the counter, she began to get dressed, her muscles tensing, her relaxed state disappearing. Shit. I'd taken too damn long.

I'd noticed she was always quick about making sure no one could see her when she came over here, and she avoided looking in my direction when her parents were home. It didn't take a genius to know she was sneaking out and didn't want anyone to know about us. While I understood her hesitation, I didn't like being a secret, especially when I wanted to show her off to the entire fucking world.

Sure, our age difference might be alarming to some—fifteen years, to be exact—but I didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of us as long as we were happy. But she was younger than me and still sought the approval of everyone around her. I tried to be understanding of that. Tried to remember how I'd been at her age.

"Are you ashamed of me?" I blurted before I could stop myself. Shit—what a way to start the goddamn conversation, Jenson.

"What—no!" she exclaimed. She quickly yanked her sports bra over her head and planted her hands on her hips, staring at me with wide, alarmed eyes. "What in the world gives you that idea, Jenson?"

I sighed and leaned against the counter across from her, crossing my arms over my chest, my biceps bulging in my t-shirt. "You're always cautious about making sure no one sees you when you come over, Holly, and you avoid me when your parents are home."

She sighed, chewing on her bottom lip. "It's complicated, Jenson."

I grunted. "Is it, Holly? If you're happy, what's complicated about it?"

She swallowed thickly. "It's my parents . Everyone in this neighborhood knows them, and if someone catches us together, word will get back to them. Mom is still reeling from my breakup with Derrick and his cheating on me, and Dad is very conservative and protective of me." She pushed her hands through her hair, looking stressed now, which I didn't fucking like. God, I didn't want to upset her. "I just—I can't stand disappointing them, Jenson." Tears burned in her eyes. "And despite how happy I am, this will disappoint both of them." She paused, her chin wobbling as she fought hard not to cry. "And that…" Her voice cracked. "That would devastate me."

I didn't want to be kept a secret. I didn't want to keep what was happening between us a secret either, but seeing those tears in her eyes fucking did me in.

Sighing, I reached forward and dragged her into my arms, holding her tight to me. "Alright," I said softly. I ran my hand over her hair before kissing the top of her head. "I'll let it go, Holly. For now . But eventually, they need to know. I want you. I want the entire fucking world to know you're mine."

She just mutely nodded and clung to me, like she was afraid she might lose me.

It made my fucking chest ache.