Chapter Twelve

Jared knocked on the door and waited. He could tell he'd surprised her when she opened the door. She stared at him for the longest time.

"What are you doing here, Jared?" she asked.

"I brought ice cream."

He hid a smile at the confusion on her face.

"Ice cream?"

"Yes. You like ice cream, don't you?"

"Oh, well, yeah."

"Ask me in, Sugar."

He knew she felt the feeling of déjà vu because it was what he said to her the night he took her virginity. He could tell she was undecided.

"I'm not sure…"

"I am."

"I can't deal with you pushing me away all the time," she told him.

"I know, and I'm sorry. You're the only person I care about, and it's hard for me to care. I'm not used to it."

She nodded. "I understand that. If I let you in, I won't give you another blowjob."

"Why? You liked it as much as I did."

"I did, but I don't think I did it right, or you wouldn't have pushed me away so abruptly."

"But you did. I could come just from thinking about it. Why would you think that?"

"Because I've never done it before, and you seemed … I don't know … disappointed, I guess," she admitted.

His mouth fell open. Was she telling him that he not only got her cherry years before, but he was the first one ever to be in her mouth? The thought of being the only one solidified his feelings for her. Sweat slipped down his back at the thought of being her first everywhere. Not only her cunt and mouth but her ass. Fuck.

"How many lovers have you had?" he blurted.

She turned bright red. "None of your business."

Jared stepped toward her, and without thinking, she stepped back, giving him room to go around her and into her house.

"Hey, wait. Jared, you can't just come in."

"Sure, I can. Tell me where the freezer is because the ice cream is melting."

She glanced down at the sack in his hand and sighed. "Fine, follow me."

His eyes scanned the rooms they passed, and he was impressed with the overall comfortable feeling of the place. He slid the sack into the freezer before he turned to her.

She stood across the room with her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive posture. As much as he'd like to give her some space and not push, they'd wasted too much time already.

He stalked toward her and was pleased when her eyes widened, and she started backing up. It wasn't long before the wall stopped her. He lay his hands on the sheetrock on either side of her shoulders, and hers went to his midsection. At first, he thought she would try to push him away. Instead, she just flattened her palms against his chest.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He looked down at the top of her head. He was always surprised by how small she was when he held her, her head came just to his collarbone. But he'd always thought she was just the right size for him.

"I'm doing what I've wanted to do for years."

She looked up and widened her eyes. "Years?"

"Yes."

She scowled. "Then why have you been so mean to me?"

"Because I don't like how you make me feel," he said.

He knew it came out a little gruffly when she jerked her head back.

"I'm so sorry," she said snidely. "Maybe if you leave now, you can get over your attraction…"

"You mean obsession?" he asked.

He caught her off guard again. "It's more than attraction, Sugar, and it's definitely not going away anytime soon."

"So, what do you want to do about it?" she asked.

One of his hands wrapped around her neck, much like the first time he had her pinned, but there was no fear in her eyes this time.

"First, I'm going to kiss you."

Before she could speak, his head dropped down. He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her with all the bent-up feelings he'd had for so long. He knew it affected her much like it did him when he felt her tremble against him and tried to get closer.

He lifted his head, and the hot carnal expression on her face made cum seep from the head of his cock.

"Jesus, woman. If you don't want where this is going, you have to tell me to stop now."

She blinked at him before shaking her head. "I want this."

Fuck. He picked her up. "Where's the bedroom?"

She pointed.

He walked into her room. The first thing he noticed was the queen-size bed. Hell, it wouldn't be comfortable with his six-foot-five-inch frame, but it was the only choice at the moment, and he wasn't going to do anything that might push her away.

He laid her down and stood back. He reached over his shoulder to grab onto the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Her eyes slid over him, and he couldn't detect any disgust at all the scars, just pure female arousal.

Jared pulled her clothes off. "Fuck, you're so damn beautiful."

She raised her arms. "Jared."

"I know." He stripped off the rest of his clothes before lying beside her. For the next several minutes, he tasted every part of her he could reach as his hand slid over her like he couldn't get enough of her.

He pushed a finger into her tight cunt. "Jesus, Sugar. You're as tight as you were when I took your cherry."

"Maybe because you're the only one I've been with."

He froze and stared down at her. "Are you telling me another man has never touched you?"

She blushed. "Pretty much. I tried, but it never got past kissing. It just didn't feel right."

"That's because you already knew you belonged to me."

He was pleased when she didn't deny it. He returned to kissing her as he added another finger to stretch her because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He'd done enough of that.

His control was quickly fading, and he wanted to make sure she came at least once before he did. Jared reached for a condom from his jeans, rolled it on, and then moved between her thighs. He braced most of his weight on his elbows and started penetrating her.

Jared paused a few times when Skye would tense or whimper. "It's all right, Sugar. You're doing so good."

"Jared…"

"I know. I'm just about in, and then I'll ride you like you need me to."

She nodded. He flinched when her nails dug into his shoulders. Instead of pain, his arousal increased, making it harder for him to keep control.

Unable to stop, he rammed the last few inches into her, making himself groan and her scream.

He gave her a moment to settle before he started in on her. He tried to stay slow and easy, but it was too late. He needed to feel her tighten around him, and only then would he allow himself to come.

"Come for me," he demanded.

She instantly stiffened, and then her body bowed off the mattress, and a scream tore from her throat.

He felt his cum spurt from his cock, filling the condom he wore. His orgasm took forever, and when it ended, it took a few minutes to get control of his breathing and heart rate.

Jared stayed in her as long as he could and wanted to keep watching her as she settled.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He grinned when she blushed and then nodded. "I'll be right back." He rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and take a piss. When he walked back in, she had the covers up to her chin, much like she had the night he took her cherry.

He had to admit the woman had his heart, which would never change. He had to figure out how to keep her with him and not push her away since he had no relationship experience.

He yanked the blanket back, ignored her screech, and slid into bed beside her. He arranged her back against his chest, covered them up, and sighed.

"So, um … you're staying here?" she asked.

"Yes. I might as well inform you that if I have my way, we won't ever sleep apart from now on."

Her head jerked around. "Are you serious?"

"More than serious. The only thing that will change is the bed. We'll have to use mine because this one isn't near big enough."

"Oh."

"Is that all you have to say?" he asked.

"Well, I'm not sure."

"What are you worried about?"

She sighed. "I'm worried you'll change your mind and start being an ass to me again."

"I will probably be an ass sometimes, but it won't be because I don't want you. It will be because I have no idea how to make you happy, so I'll make mistakes."

"I get that. I'll probably make mistakes, too."

"I can handle that," he said. He watched the different emotions cross her face. "What's wrong?"

"It's just that I'm not sure…"

"Spit it out."

"Why do you want to be with me?" she asked.

Jared grunted. "Jesus, woman, how can you not know how much I love you?"

Her mouth dropped open. "You love me?"

He rolled his eyes. "Do you really think I'd put myself through this if I didn't?"

"I guess not. I just didn't think you would ever say that."

Several minutes passed in silence.

"Okay. Now I'm waiting." His eyes narrowed when he watched her try to look innocent.

"Waiting for what?"

Jared snorted. "Oh, you want to play that game?"

"Game?"

He rolled until she was under him and pinned her to the bed. "Tell me you love me."

She giggled. "Well, I guess I could."

"You're pushing me," he warned.

A wide smile crossed her face. "Fine. I love you, too."

"It's about fucking time."

She laughed and then shrieked when he started to tickle her.

"No, stop. I hate that."

"That's good to know. Now, give me a kiss and go to sleep."

She raised her head and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

"Good girl. Good night."

"Good night," she said. "I love you."

"You better believe you do."

"Who would have thought the school bully would finally mellow out ?"

He laughed. "I wouldn't go that far. There might be a time or two I have to bully you again."

She elbowed him in the stomach. "We'll see how that goes for you."

He pressed a kiss to the back of her head. "Yes, we will. It will be fun seeing your reaction."

"I just bet it would," she said, making him chuckle.

"Go to sleep."

"Good night."

"Good night, Sugar."

The End