14. Courtney

Chapter 14

Courtney

I take him by the hand, gathering our clothes and quickly and quietly creeping down the hall to my bedroom. “I’m going to use the bathroom, can you check on Joey?”

He nods and I slip into the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. My lips are full from his kisses and my skin splotchy from his firm grip. I’ve never felt more like a woman than I do right now. We were kids when we fell in love but never knew the love that we could have until we became a family. This is what was missing. The stolen moments, the laughs with the three of us, the quick touches and longing kisses as we cook dinner together. The quickie in front of the Christmas tree.

I’m still in love with my ex-husband. And he needs to know.

I hear Jack come back into the room, closing the door, the click of the lock securing us in. I grab my toy from the bottom drawer and come out from the bathroom to find him in bed, propped against the headboard.

“He’s sound asleep. ”

“Good. I’m glad he fell asleep early; tomorrow is going to wear him out.” I climb onto the bed and he watches me with rapt attention.

“We’re going to be exhausted too, but it’s worth every fucking second.”

“Hm. Yes it is.” I sit cross-legged in front of him and take his legs, draping them over mine as I move in closer. His cock is close to my entrance, and I cup his balls as I show him my toy.

He reaches for me, playing with my nipples. “What do you have there?” he asks, intrigued.

“Did you look up who Bob was in the Urban Dictionary?”

His eyes flare and his lips twist. “Courtney, is this how you’ve been spending your nights?”

I flip it on, the soft buzz filling the room. I hold it against his balls and he jerks. “Hold still,” I tease him. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

He swallows hard. “It does.” I move the toy to my clit and lean back on my other hand, keeping my eyes on him. He watches me roll it around, my stomach contracting with every pass over my sensitive bud.

“What if I told you I wanted to give it all up?” he asks.

“What are you giving up?”

“New York.”

I pull the toy away and he urgently says, “No, keep going. I want to watch you as I tell you this.”

I hold his stare for a moment before turning the toy back on, laying it on his thigh then running it to the crease in his leg. “I can’t think if you do that, Coco,” he chokes out, and I giggle. “Touch yourself with it. I need to see you get off as I talk.”

I take a breath. This Jack is the man I've been missing. Our love as kids is nothing compared to what I feel for the strong, confident guy in front of me right now.

“I’m not going to give up working, but I’ll give up working so much. I’ve already reassigned a couple of accounts.”

I roll out from under his legs and lean over him, my breasts swaying over his cock as I run the toy over his balls. He jumps at the sensation then lets out a breath as I cup them, rolling them, soothing them before slapping them lightly. “Fuck, what you do to me. Take me easy, baby.” I switch the toy off, dropping it next to us on the bed, and I wrap him in my tits before stroking him once more.

Jack grabs the toy and switches it back on, gently placing it on my nipple. “Jack!” I cry out before biting my lip to keep quiet and moving back from him.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he says as I come to his side, taking him in my mouth again, and when he reaches around, inserting a finger, I feel my body squeezing him harder at each touch. He works his hips, and the deeper I go, my moans are more unashamed as I come closer to orgasm.

He falls from my mouth as I sit on my knees next to him. I pay special attention to his cock, but won’t look at him when I say, “I’m not asking you to do that. I never wanted to tell you what to do. I want you to make your own choices, and I want you to be happy about them. I don’t want there to be resentment on your part toward me if something changes down the line.”

“Come here,” he says, and I straddle him and his fingers find my clit. His dick is so hard as he slides inside. “Your curves are like nothing I've felt before. You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen. Real. Soft. And fucking sexy.” We hold hands, our fingers intertwined as I begin to ride him. Slowly this time, the frantic need now gone, and in its place is lovemaking. Slow, sensuous, need-you-to-know-I-love-you sex.

“It’s already done, Coco. I’ve already made my choice. It’s you. It’s always been you, I just needed to grow up.”

My hips work his cock, my tits bounce with every move, and our hands are still together, leveraged to move into a steady rhythm that quickly has us crying out. Our bodies working together make the most beautiful noise.

“I love you, Courtney. I always will.”

“I love you too Jack.”

I fall to the side of him and he slides out of me. “Do you think we can do it?”

I sigh. “I want to say yes, but we've been down this road. There’s a reason we’re divorced, Jack.”

“Actually, we’re not.”