3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

JET

"Are y'all sure this is going to work in here?" Dad asked, leaning his shoulder against the door to my room after we dragged all of our luggage inside. Nic stood in front of my closet with his massive suitcase while I deposited my duffel on my bed. We stared at the space.

"Yeah, I mean it should work." I shrugged.

"Of course, it will." Mom slipped past Dad from the hallway. "Annie, come on in here and tell me what you think." She waved my girlfriend in and then pointed at the far wall. "I'm thinking we move the desk in the opposite corner, move the bed over by the wall, and then we can pull the trundle bed out on the other side of the nightstand. The dresser can move over a few inches this way if we need it to. What do you think?" She looked over her shoulder with an excited glow.

Annie looked around, hands on her hips as she studied the space, both women acting like none of us men were here. Her head jerked in a nod. "I think that will work. Let's try it. "

They looked at the three of us, expectant. Dad and I shared a look before glancing at Nic, and like we were robots designed for their whim, we got moving. It only took about fifteen minutes, with a short break in the middle for Mom to vacuum when my bed was shifted over, and we were done.

"Alright, sweetie. This one'll be yours." She patted the raised trundle and smiled at Nic. He nodded, his expression stoic. I wasn't sure it had changed since we'd left the airport.

"Dad! My zipper's stuck on my bag!" Harper called from down the hall, and my parents went bustling from the room.

Annie flopped down with her back on my bed as Nic looked at me. "Is there a place I can put my clothes?"

"Oh, sure." I rushed over to my dresser and grabbed everything from the bottom two drawers, tossing them into a mostly empty one on top. "You can have those, and I barely have anything on the right side of the closet. Just my surfboard and some beach gear, but I can move those to the garage for now." I went to grab them next.

"I'll help." Annie hopped back up. "Think we can slip away anytime soon?" She looked hopefully at me as we stashed my things in the garage.

I met her gaze, holding it, craving to have her in my arms as much as she did me. "I'm not sure. If Nic hadn't come with us…"

Annie released a long sigh, the sound wavering and filled with frustration. If I didn't know better, I'd swear I'd just seen her blink back tears. Shit. I pulled her to me when one slipped down her cheek, holding her tight for several minutes before pressing a soft kiss to her brow. "Was this week that rough?"

"No. Maybe. Yes." She drew in a shaky breath. "It was a lot. I had the dream again last night, and Izzy woke up, but she didn't realize it was because of me. I had no one. When you're gone, I have no one now. Especially with Mom gone." Her mouth pressed together with her hard swallow, and I quickly wiped away a stray tear before pressing my lips to her head again.

I felt like an ass. I'd had an amazing week. A rough week but still amazing, learning so much about my family's past and where we'd come from, and while I'd worried about Annie and the others while away, I hadn't realized how hard it must have been on her.

"I'm here now," I whispered against her hair, rocking her as we stood. "I'm not leaving again. I've got you."

The breath she released was shaky, and her arms tightened their hold around me. "I just need time with you. Alone."

"Done." I sent a quick text to my parents, and before she could react, I scooped Annie up over my shoulder.

"Babe." She gasped and then laughed as I hit the garage door opener.

"Nope." I slapped her ass. "My woman needs my time, and I'm gonna give it to her."

"Oh, my word." I could picture her covering her face over my shoulder, but then she smacked my ass. "Hurry up, then."

She didn't have to tell me twice. Breaking into a sprint, I rushed across our yards and up her porch steps, turning as she dug her keys from her pocket to unlock the door. The second I heard it swing open, I spun and raced for the stairs, Annie laughing over my shoulder the entire time. I dropped her against her bed, the bright orange of the covers billowing around her, and she was scooting up towards her pillow as I pounced, her arms flying around my neck as we began a vicious, desperate kiss.

Her hands were everywhere. Yanking off my shirt, sliding around my neck, along my collarbone, down my chest, around to my back and then squeezing my ass. Mine wrapped around her waist while one went behind her head, my elbow propping me up above her.

It could have been ages we were lost like that. I wasn't sure. All I knew was that kissing her was like breathing air, and I'd gone far too long without breath.

When she eventually broke away in a gasp, I dragged my lips along her jaw up to her ear and then nipped my way back down again before finding the spot on her neck that made her squirm. I swirled my tongue, licking, sucking, nipping, until she was a writhing mess beneath me, her back arching and her hips reaching and searching for mine.

I quickly pulled away her clothes and was about to grind against her when she slipped a hand inside my jeans, reaching beneath my boxers to grab my hard length.

"Oh, God, yes. Just how I want you," she purred, and I hissed at her touch. My eyes went to hers, to the desperation yet playfulness in her bright green depths, and I smirked. My girl wanted to play.

I reached down, unbuttoning my jeans and then sliding down the zipper, giving her more freedom, and leaned back so I was on my knees, holding my eyes locked with hers.

"On your knees," I directed, my voice going deep, watching the way her eyes darkened. Her thighs clenched together, and her hips arched back into the bed, but she licked her lips and quickly complied, moving onto all fours in front of me.

"Good girl." I wrapped my hand in the long strands of her ponytail, winding it around the palm of my fist, and tugged, dragging her mouth closer. "Now, lick." Instantly, she moaned, but not as loud as I did when her tongue flicked out long and slow over the head of my cock. "Perfect, sweetheart. Now, take me in as deep as you can, and lick me like I'm your favorite fucking popsicle."

Her ass drew up at the comment, and I leaned forward, palming it before giving it a good smack for her reward as she licked me all the way down, drawing me into her mouth until the sensitive head touched the back of her throat. She swallowed, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. Because fuck, when had she learned that trick?

She gripped the base of my cock with her hand and slowly withdrew, swirling her tongue along the length until I popped out of her mouth. "Liked that one?"

I just smirked down at her. "Who told you you could stop?"

A single eyebrow raised, but there was that playful lilt to her lips that told me she was still in the game, and she quickly sucked me back in, taking me even deeper than before.

"Oh, holy fuck, shit, damn." I was cursing this time, more of my length down her throat as she swallowed, when she suddenly grabbed my balls, massaging as she went to town on my cock. "Oh, God, fuck, yes." My hips bucked, driving my cock down her throat. She gagged a few times, but each time I looked down, that emerald gaze stared up at me with a fire daring me to back down. Her eyes watered, her skin blotchy and red from my assault, but she kept going, showing me all the perfect dirty things she could do with her pretty mouth.

I reached over her back, sliding a couple of fingers along her ass to slip them into her folds, finding her dripping, and she moaned, her hips jerking back against my hand.

"When you're done," I promised, slowly drawing them away. I brought my fingers up to my lips and slipped them into my mouth, sucking away her juices. My eyes closed, and I moaned with the taste of her, my cock jumping as Annie whimpered. She increased her efforts then, using her hand to pump at the base and her tongue twisting around the head, knowing just the right ways to worship my cock. It was only another minute or so before I felt my balls tensing, preparing to come.

"Annie," I warned. She just sat back, opening her mouth to wait for her reward, and I leaned forward, aiming straight for her tongue as stars burst before my eyes. I collapsed to the bed beside her when I was through, spent, and she wiped away a drop before sucking it from her thumb, a triumphant smile on her lips.

I couldn't help but grin and pulled her down beside me. She yelped and then laughed, the sound turning into a gasp as I sucked a nipple into my mouth, rolling the peak under my tongue. My other hand trailed along the side of her breast, following gently along the swell to the side of her ribs and down her waist, finding every dip and curve and valley of perfection I hadn't been able to worship for weeks. I reached back up, grabbing her breast as my lips trailed lower, pressing kisses down along her abs and hips until I found her inner thighs.

Her legs spread wide before me, trembling. Her folds glistened, soaked and waiting. Ready. I couldn't wait to taste her. Still, I only hovered.

"Jet, please," Annie whimpered, and I smirked.

"Give me time, sweetheart. I'm trying to decide which delectable part of you I want to devour first."

I watched her core clench as she groaned, my fingers walking a trail up her inner thigh. I ran my index finger along either side, watching the way her skin goose pimpled in anticipation. The way her breaths grew more shallow and eager. Her hands fisted the blankets at her sides, grasping for patience, and I grinned. My impatient goddess. I was going to worship her until she screamed.

"Babe," she started to beg, and then my tongue finally ran through her folds. "Ah, God, yes!" she cried out, her back arching from the bed. For the next several minutes, all I heard was her cursing, whimpering, and begging, my tongue worshiping her clit as my fingers played their duet inside her pussy. Her fingers found my hair, wrapping themselves in the dark strands, and she yanked me closer, dragging her hips along my face as she took control of her pleasure, and within a few short minutes she was crying out with her release.

Already ready for her again, I stretched out, reaching for a condom from the nightstand, and had myself sheathed and sliding inside her warm heat before she even caught her breath. She moaned, her legs coming up to wrap around my hips, and I rocked into her, leaning down to wrap her lips up in a kiss. This time it was intense, fast, languid. Every touch between us showing each other how much we hated our time apart, how much we needed each other now that we were together.

I kept my arm wrapped around her, holding her close as her arms wrapped under mine around my back. Our mouths hovering, whispering, brushing, saying everything as our hips chased our orgasms. Annie came first, her body stiffening before she fell into tremors below me, and I kissed away her cries, smothering all of her sounds so that they were only for me. I tucked my head into her neck when she was done, my hips grinding harder, knowing I was close. And it only took a few whispered dirty words in my ear and Annie's nails scraping along my ass for me to go spiraling after her.

Neither of us moved when we were done. Just taking in each other's breaths, the beat of our hearts. I swept her lips up in a long, languid kiss before finally resting my brow against hers.

"God, I missed you," she whispered, and I pecked her lips again before finally rolling to her side, pulling her lithe, bare form against mine. She tucked her head into my shoulder with a long sigh. "This was perfect. Thank you."

"Anytime." I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.