Текст книги "Twisted Ties"
Автор книги: K. A. Robinson
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Chapter Sixteen: Emma
I hurried back to Jesse’s house, trying to beat the storm. Just as I pulled into his driveway, rain started to splatter against my windshield. It was nothing more than a shower, but I knew more was coming. I smiled as I realized that I might be stuck at Jesse’s for a while.
We ran up to his house as the rain started to grow heavier. Jesse unlocked the door and held it open for me. Once we were inside, I pulled my jacket off and hung it on one of the hooks by the door. I looked around his house. I’d been in such a hurry to escape the last time that I’d been here that I hadn’t paid any attention to it.
His house was small but nice. I could see myself spending a lot of time here. For some reason, it already felt like home.
“Do you want something to drink? I won’t be an ass like Andy and not ask,” Jesse said as he walked to the kitchen.
I laughed as I followed him. “Nah, I’m good.”
He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. I leaned against the island as I watched him. I would never get tired of looking at him. Every little detail about him amazed me. He set the bottle down on the counter and walked over to me.
“I think we have some unfinished business.”
“What?”
“We never got to finish what we started in the elevator earlier.”
“Oh.”
Heat engulfed me as he stared at me. A hunger was in his eyes that couldn’t be denied. Thunder rumbled outside, causing me to jump. I’d been so distracted by his gaze that I’d forgotten about the storm that was upon us. He raised his hand and cupped my cheek. I closed my eyes as I felt his skin against mine.
God, I’ve waited so long for his touch.
I couldn’t wait anymore, and the look in his eyes told me that I didn’t have to. His other hand went to my waist to pull me closer. I stumbled, but I caught myself by grabbing his shirt.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I fisted my hands in his shirt as I clung to him. I never wanted to let go. I released his shirt long enough to grab the bottom of it and pull it over his head. His chest and stomach were hard as I ran my hands across him. I couldn’t believe how much he’d changed over the past two years. He’d always been in shape, but I could see that he was no longer the boy I’d met. In his place was a man.
I looked up to see him watching me silently as I explored him. His eyes were filled with heat, but he didn’t move a muscle. I leaned forward and kissed around his nipple. His chest rose and fell quickly, but he remained frozen. My tongue darted out and flicked across his nipple, my eyes never leaving his face. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
“Why are you just standing there?” I asked.
The Jesse I knew would have thrown me over his shoulder and taken me to the bedroom by now.
“You’re in charge,” he said simply.
“I like that.”
I pulled his head down, so I could kiss him. My tongue slipped between his lips, and I explored his mouth. He grabbed my hips and squeezed as he tried to stay in control. I kissed along his jaw and down his neck. I could feel his heart beating in his chest as I pressed against him.
I reached forward and undid the button on his jeans, making sure to brush my hand against his straining cock. A small moan escaped him despite his attempt to hold it in. I pulled his jeans down, taking his boxers with them. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. My eyes roamed his body, taking in every inch of him.
I kissed his chest and then flicked my tongue over first one nipple and then the other. I kissed a trail down the hard muscles of his stomach as I dropped to my knees in front of him. His breath hitched as I took him in my hand and started rubbing up and down his shaft. It was clear just how much he wanted me. I smiled as I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his shaft. He groaned as he grabbed the counter.
“Emma…”
He moaned as I did it again. Before he could say anything else, I wrapped my lips around just his tip, and I sucked gently. He held on to the counter with one hand while he grabbed my head with the other. I expected him to force me to take him deeper, but he didn’t. Instead, he simply ran his fingers through my hair as I continued to tease him.
I swirled my tongue over his tip just before I took him deeper. I suctioned my lips tightly around him as I slowly pulled away. As soon as I reached the end of his shaft, I opened my mouth and drew him back in. I did this over and over until he stopped me.
“Emma, you have to stop, or I’m going to come.”
I ignored him as I started sucking harder.
“Emma, please…”
I released him only to grab his shaft. He cursed as I squeezed hard. His body tightened, and he came all over my hand.
“Jesus,” he groaned as he finished.
I stood and walked to the sink to wash my hands. When I was done, I turned and came face-to-face with him. I hadn’t heard him walk up behind me. His lips were on mine instantly. He pushed against me until my back was against the counter. Our bodies were pressed tightly together as he continued to kiss me.
“It’s my turn,” he whispered in my ear. “There’s something I never told you before.”
I was almost afraid to ask. “And that would be?”
“You probably figured it out already, but I like rough sex.”
“You were always gentle with me,” I said, confused by his admission.
“I didn’t want to scare you. You were still figuring everything out. Last time, I was rougher than I was when we were together before. I could barely hold it in.”
“Nothing you do could ever scare me.”
“I hope you mean that because I don’t want to hold back any longer.”
He picked me up as he started kissing me again. I wrapped my legs around him and moaned as I felt him growing hard against my body. He sat me down on the table and tore off my shirt. My bra followed. He dropped them to the floor, and helped me shimmy out of my jeans and underwear. As his eyes traveled over my naked body, I didn’t feel self-conscious like I had last time in my dorm room. Instead, I felt beautiful. He wanted me, and I was going to let him have exactly what he wanted.
Once he had me naked, he pushed me down until I was lying on my back. He wasted no time as he leaned over me and took my nipple into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle as he sucked on it. I cried out as he bit down. He didn’t do it hard enough to really hurt me. It was just enough to mix pleasure with pain.
His fingers found my core and thrust in quickly. My head fell back on the table as he thrust them in and out again and again. Instinct took over as I tried to close my legs.
“Not a chance.” He grabbed both of my knees and jerked my legs apart.
I moaned as his mouth covered my clit. His tongue flicked across it, causing my hips to come off the table. He licked a trail from my clit to my core. I cried out his name when I couldn’t take anymore. My body convulsed off the table as I came—hard.
As I unraveled beneath him, he never stopped his attack, prolonging my orgasm. When my body finally relaxed, he stood up and pulled me to the edge of the table. He grabbed my hips, and after he positioned himself at my entrance, he rocked into me. My body was still getting used to having him inside me again, and it hurt a bit at first as I adjusted to his size. He waited until I nodded, and then he pulled out and pushed back into me. He went slow, taking his time with each thrust. Each time he entered, he ground his hips against me, driving me mad.
“Go faster.”
“I told you, I like it rough, not fast.” He continued to torture me.
“I can’t take it,” I pleaded. This slow-and-hard was driving me mad.
He slipped out and didn’t thrust back in as I’d expected.
“Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he said.
“I already did. I want you to go fast.”
“If you’re sure…” He trailed off.
He entered me again, and his thrusts were fast but shallow. He was just playing with me.
“Jesse, please!”
“I’m only doing what you told me.”
“Fine! I want you to go fast and hard!”
“That’s all you had to say,” he teased.
He plunged deeply into me before pulling out and doing it again. He increased his speed with each thrust until I felt like I was going to explode. My fingers gripped the table to keep me from sliding back with the force of his thrusts. I knew he was close, but he was refusing to come without me. I reached between us and ran my thumb across my sensitive clit. He growled and started thrusting harder as he watched me pleasure myself.
“Fuck!” he groaned as he pulled out suddenly.
My eyes widened, and my hand stopped. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. I just want to watch you do that.”
“Oh.” My hand refused to move.
“Please, Emma…” He took my hand and guided it to my core. “I want to watch.”
I knew I couldn’t do it if I saw him staring at me. I closed my eyes as I pushed two fingers inside me over and over again. It was nothing compared to him, but I was so turned-on that I would take whatever I could get. I moved my hand up to my clit and ran my thumb over it again.
“I just want to take a picture of you as you are now—spread out on my table and playing with yourself—and hang it on my fucking wall. Jesus.”
I kept my eyes closed as I continued to rub. I was right at the edge, and all I needed was that little push. The next thing I knew, he thrust hard and deep into me. I cried out as I came around him. He thrust two more times before he came inside of me. My body was slick with sweat as I tried to catch my breath. I’d never experienced anything like that before.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Jesse said before he kissed me.
“I promised you a long time ago that I would let you watch.”
“You did.”
He pushed off the table and helped me stand. I reached down to pick up my clothes, but he stopped me as he grabbed me. He pulled me back until my ass was tight against his still hard dick. He nudged my legs apart as he shoved between my legs with his body.
“You can’t possibly want to go again.”
“I’m going to fuck you all night. I have two years to make up for. It’ll be a while before I can come again though. Let’s see how many times I can make you come before then.”
I moaned as he rubbed against me. I was still sensitive.
“I don’t think I can,” I whispered.
“I think you’re wrong. Stay bent over, and spread your legs apart.”
I did as he’d said. He smacked my ass hard before slipping back into me. I moaned as he leaned over me and tweaked my nipples. He was going to be the death of me. He released my nipples and grabbed my hips as he thrust in and out of me. He’d taken me from behind before, but it had been nothing like this. If he hadn’t kept his grip on me, my legs would have given out. I panted as he continued to shove deep inside me. I felt myself building again and fast. He reached between my legs and flicked my clit as he thrust roughly into me. I cried out in ecstasy as I came, but he never stopped.
* * *
I rested my head on Jesse’s chest as we lay in bed together. We’d finally managed to make it to his bedroom—after we’d taken a shower together, of course. Jesse seemed to like to shower with me—a lot. It wasn’t that I minded. I loved exploring his body as I washed it.
“Why don’t you have any more tattoos?” I asked as I traced the ones on his right arm.
“Huh?”
“You don’t have any new tattoos.”
“Maybe I’m hiding them,” he teased.
I raised my head to look at him. “I’ve seen every inch of you in the last few hours. There are no new ones.”
“Good point. I guess I didn’t think about that.” He shrugged. “I haven’t stepped into a tattoo shop since I left Rick’s.”
Rick’s Tattoo was where he worked when we first met in California. It was also where he’d given me my first and only tattoo of the word freedom on my hip.
“Why? I figured you would have found a shop to work at here.”
“What’s the point? My mom freaks out every time I mention wanting to tattoo. She wants me to go to college and do something with my life,” he said the last part sarcastically.
“It’s your life. You get to choose what you want. No one else can control your decisions.”
“Tell my mom that.”
“Not a chance on your life. I stood up to my mom. You have to stand up to yours.”
“It’s not about standing up to her. I don’t want to hurt her. She doesn’t want me to end up in the same place we were before we moved here with Mark. So, I’m in college, trying to get a business degree. Just think how hot I’ll be if I have to wear a business suit.”
“I’m sure you’d look awesome in a suit, but do you really want to spend your life in one?”
“I will, if it means I can give you a nice life.”
“Jesse, we’ve been over this a million times. I don’t care how much money I have as long as I’m with you. All I want is to be happy.”
“You might not care, but I do. I want to make sure that you’re taken care of. I know I can’t give you what you have now, but I’ll try my hardest to get you as close to it as I can.”
I dropped my head back onto his chest in defeat. “You’re the most hardheaded person I’ve ever met.”
“You like me when I’m hard,” he teased as he ran his fingertips up and down my arm.
“Pervert.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Quit changing the subject.” I sat up and smiled at him as a thought struck me. “I have an idea.”
“Does it have anything to do with my hard head?”
“No. I have a solution for your problem. Why don’t you get your business degree like your mom wants and use what you’ve learned to open your own tattoo shop? By that time, I’ll be over twenty-one, so my trust fund will be available to me. I can give you the money to get started.”
“Not a chance. There’s no way I’m going to let you blow your money like that. Plus, I’d have to go through an apprenticeship on top of school.”
“First of all, I’m not blowing my money. It would be an investment for our future. And second, so what? It would take a while to do the apprenticeship, but it would be worth it in the end.”
“Emma, I don’t feel comfortable doing that.”
“Just think about it, okay? We have four years to figure this stuff out.”
“I like the we in there. It’s nice to hear it again.”
“You’d better get used to it.”
He pulled me to him. “It’ll be hard, but I think I can manage.”
His mouth was on mine before I could respond. I was glad that we didn’t have to decide on anything right now. I’d much rather spend the next four years right where I was—in his bed.
Chapter Seventeen: Emma
I straightened my skirt in front of the mirror again. I pulled it down a bit, wondering if it was too short. I didn’t want to look like a skank.
“How long do you plan to stand there, staring at yourself?” Jesse asked as he watched me from the bed.
“Until I think I look okay,” I said as I stared at him in the mirror.
“You look fine. Actually, you look better than fine. You look amazing.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Why? You already met my mom.”
“That was two years ago. She knows something happened between us, and now, we’re back together all of a sudden.”
“And?”
“I don’t want her to hate me.”
“Emma, I already told you not to worry. My mom has never hated you, and she’s not going to start now.”
“You don’t know that. She might secretly hate me.”
He threw a pillow over his head and groaned into it. “Shoot me now.”
I fiddled with my skirt for a few seconds longer before turning to him. “I think I’m ready.”
“Finally. Let’s go before you decide you need to recheck your hair or something.”
“Oh, you’re right! I should check my hair.” I turned back to the mirror and pretended to inspect my reflection. “I think it looks bad like this. Maybe I should straighten it.”
He jumped from the bed and grabbed me. I shrieked as he threw me over his shoulder. He laughed as he carried me through the house and out the door while I kicked and tried to get free.
So much for making sure that my skirt is straight.
“If you don’t stop freaking out, I’m going to make you walk into their house naked,” he threatened.
“Hardy har har,” I grumbled as he put me down beside his car.
“We’re going to be late for dinner, thanks to you. Maybe my mom really will hate you since it’s your fault.”
I stuck my tongue out as I opened the passenger door and got in. He could make fun of me all he wanted, but I was still nervous. I’d destroyed Jesse two years ago, and while he might have forgiven me, that didn’t mean his mom would.
He turned up the radio once we were on the interstate. I couldn’t help but laugh as he sang along with the songs. Singing was definitely not a strong point of his.
“Are you making fun of my singing?” he asked, pretending to be offended.
“Not at all.”
“Good—because I sing like an angel. I could have made a career out of it.”
“Sure, you could,” I said as I rolled my eyes.
He continued to sing as he drove down the interstate. His mom and Mark lived in Weston, which was about an hour or so away from Morgantown. I stared out the window as we went farther south. This was the farthest away from Morgantown I’d been so far.
I couldn’t help but notice just how beautiful West Virginia was. The hills went on for miles and miles until a larger one blocked out the ones behind it. It was late September, and the leaves were already changing. The colors were striking. Deep reds and burnt orange colors dominated the landscape. Only a few trees held on to their green leaves at this time of year.
I remembered Jesse saying that his mom had wanted to come back to West Virginia to look at the leaves. Now, I understood why. The landscape was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I glanced over at Jesse and smiled. Okay, after Jesse, it was the second most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
He hit the exit ramp at the Weston exit and then turned on to a narrow two-lane road. My nerves were shot at this point. I knew we were close. I glanced out my side window to see us passing a humongous barn with Weston Livestock Auction written across it. I smiled. That wasn’t something to be seen in California—at least, not where we had lived in California.
We continued to drive until the houses started to thin out. They were replaced with wide-open fields. My eyes widened as I stared at the cattle grazing in some of them. It was the first time that I’d ever seen a cow in real life. They were kind of cute.
He gave his signal and turned up a gravel driveway. Trees surrounded us on both sides as we drove down the curvy road. The trees were pretty when they were far away, but it was nothing compared to seeing them up close. Jesse laughed at my excited expression over something as simple as leaves.
“What? I think they’re cool. Did you see the cows back there? They’re so cute!”
“Oh god. You’re starting to act like a girl.”
“That’s because I am a girl.”
“I never would have figured that out if you hadn’t told me,” he said sarcastically.
I opened my mouth to smart off, but I froze as the trees opened up to reveal a large meadow. At the center was a huge house. While it wasn’t as impressive as my mom’s house, it also wasn’t anything to stick your nose up at. Jesse pulled into an empty spot next to a brand new Ford truck.
I looked up at the house. I hadn’t expected something like this. I was so used to Jesse living in a trailer, and for some stupid reason, I’d expected him to live in one here. That was dumb because I knew Mark had money. The house was a two-story log cabin with a garage sitting next to it. The banister around the front porch was made of smaller logs. It looked like something out of a movie.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
We stepped out of his car and started walking toward the porch.
“It is. My mom loves it here.”
“I can see why.”
He laughed. “I thought she was going to pass out the first time she saw this place.”
“I’m glad she found Mark.”
“Me, too. I didn’t think I would be, but I am.”
He reached for my hand and threaded his fingers through mine as we stepped up onto the porch. The front door opened, and his mom came running out.
“It’s about time you decided to visit! I’ve missed you,” she said as the screen door slammed shut. Her eyes widened when she noticed me. “Emma?”
I gave a small wave. “Yeah, it’s me.”
“Damn. You guys didn’t make me go through the whole, ‘Emma, this is my mom, Trish,’ again. I was looking forward to that,” Jesse joked.
“What a surprise! I never thought I’d see you again! What are you doing here?” Trish asked, ignoring Jesse.
I glanced up at Jesse. I wasn’t sure how much he wanted his mom to know about everything that had happened with Ally.
“It’s a long story. The important part is that she’s here.”
His mom stepped forward and hugged me. “It’s good to have you around again.”
I hugged her back, relaxing as I realized that Jesse had been right. It was obvious that she didn’t hate me.
She released me and grabbed Jesse to hug him, too. “I missed you, kiddo.”
“I missed you, too, Mom.”
She pulled away and opened the door. “There’s no point in standing out here. I have dinner ready inside. I was worried that I’d made too much, but since Emma is here, we should be fine.”
I followed Jesse into the house. The inside looked much like the outside. The walls were made of logs. A large stone fireplace with a television sitting on the mantel was in the living room. The light brown couch and chairs had images of deer across them. I could tell that Mark was very much an outdoor type of person.
The kitchen was a bit more modern even with the walls being the same as the living room. White tiles covered the floor, and the appliances were all stainless steel. As we made our way to the end of the kitchen, I noticed a man, Jesse’s stepdad, Mark, I assumed, sitting at a large oak table in the dining room.
“Emma, this is Mark,” Jesse said as we reached the table. “I don’t think you two had a chance to meet in California.”
Mark stood and shook my hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” I said as I looked at him.
His hair was a dark brown with a bit of gray starting to show through. His eyes were a soft chocolate color. He was dressed in simple jeans and a flannel shirt. I glanced at Jesse’s mom to see that she was also in jeans. I looked down at my skirt and white dress shirt, suddenly feeling overdressed.
“Don’t just stand there, you two. Sit down,” Trish said as she took the chair next to Mark.
I sat down in the chair between Mark and Jesse. I folded my hands nervously. While I knew his mom wasn’t angry with me, I still felt unsure of myself. I hadn’t thought to ask Jesse what to say or how much his mom knew when it came to Ally.
I bowed my head as his mom said grace. Once she was finished, we started passing plates full of food around the table. His mom had obviously spent a lot of time on dinner. The table was covered with more food than any of us could ever eat.
“How’s school?” his mom asked as she handed Jesse a plate of pork chops.
“It’s going good.”
“Are you in school, too, Emma?” Mark asked.
“I am.”
“Is that how you two found each other again?” his mom asked.
“Kind of,” I answered. I didn’t want to lie to her, but I also wasn’t going to reveal anything about Ally in case Jesse hadn’t mentioned it.
“Kind of?” she asked.
“Truthfully, I came to West Virginia to look for Jesse. I knew he planned to go to college, so I enrolled at WVU because I knew it was one of the biggest schools in the state. I figured that it was the best place to look for him.”
I didn’t mention the fact that the only way I knew he planned to go to college was because he bitched about his mom forcing him to go instead of finishing up his apprenticeship at the tattoo shop.
“That has to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. You better take good care of this girl, Jesse,” Trish said.
“I will, Mom.” Jesse rolled his eyes.
“How long have you two been together? I feel like I’m asking a million questions, but since my dear son never calls me, I’m a bit out of the loop.”
I smiled as I glanced over at Jesse. I knew exactly why he hadn’t called his mom that much. If he had, he might have slipped and told her about Ally.
“Just recently. The campus is huge, and we never ran into each other at school. We met at a party off-campus.” I lied smoothly.
“Ah, I see.” She smiled at me.
I felt bad for the little white lies I was telling, but I knew Jesse would kill me if I told her the truth. I almost wanted to just so another person would know exactly what Ally was really like.
Mark wasn’t much of a talker, but he seemed nice enough. It warmed my heart to see how much love was in his eyes when he looked at Jesse’s mom. It was obvious that he thought the world of her.
I glanced down at his mom’s hand and noticed her wedding ring. “Wow, that’s beautiful.”
She smiled proudly as she held out her hand to let me see it better. “It is. Mark picked it out on his own. He has great taste.”
“Of course I do. I married you.” Mark grinned at her.
Her cheeks went pink, and she looked away.
“You guys are so cute,” I told them.
Jesse rolled his eyes. “I was thinking more along the lines of nauseating.”
“Oh, shut up,” I told him.
I felt myself relax as dinner progressed. It was like the last two years had never happened. His mom was as warm and kind toward me as she had been before. I should have known that I had nothing to worry about. It was just so important to me that Jesse’s mom liked me. If she hadn’t, it would make things hard for Jesse and me. I’d heard the horror stories about how the mother-in-law made the wife’s life hell until she couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want my life to be like that. My own mom hated me enough for everyone.
We spent the rest of the evening with his mom and Mark. It was nice to just relax and spend time with them. When it was time to go, Trish hugged us both tightly.
“Make sure that he comes around more often. I miss him,” she whispered in my ear before letting me go.
“I will.”
* * *
I fell asleep on the way home. When I woke up, Jesse had me cradled in his arms as he walked through his house. He laid me down on his bed and pulled off my shoes. I snuggled down into the covers. I was too tired to try to talk with him. He crawled into bed next to me and wrapped his arms around me.
