Текст книги "Let Me In"

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Chapter 1 4

Grant

We haven’t spent a night apart since we left the cabin and I have to admit, I’m starting to need her next to me at night. We’re all getting ready to go away for spring break this week. I had to take some money out of my savings account in order to take the time off work, but it’s worth it to be with Jessa. I briefly wonder how she’ll do, going back to her hometown, but so far she appears unfazed by it.

Brady’s house is bustling with activity by the time I arrive. Dex throws a duffle bag down the stairs as he yells, “Watch out below!” and I swiftly step over it, heading up to see Jessa.

I find her packing and I scoop her up into my arms. “Hey, babe,” I say, kissing her neck.

“Hi…I’m so excited,” she exclaims. “A week of skiing and my family. Prepare to be annihilated on the slopes,” she jokes.

“Really? You do remember I was on the ski team in high school?” I remind her and she playfully smacks my shoulder.

“Sorry, babe, but those were hills. We’re talking mountains. You don’t stand a chance.” She continues to throw stuff into her suitcase. There’s another difference between the two of us. My clothes are neatly packed, already in order of when I’m going to wear them, while Jessa’s case is in complete disarray.

“You want to make a wager?” I cock my eyebrow up to her.

“What do you have in mind?” She comes up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Well…” I scrunch up my lips, staring up at the ceiling as though I am contemplating. “How about whoever gets to the bottom of the slope first goes without any undergarments on the night when I take you out to dinner,” I propose.

“Deal,” she says, sealing it with a kiss. “Prepare to keep those boxer briefs in the suitcase,” she laughs.

“Let’s go you two.” Trey knocks on the door and then stomps down the stairs.

We arrive at the airport with plenty of time to spare. While Jessa calls her parents to let them know when we’ll get there, I go into the gift shop to purchase some magazines. The girl behind the counter reminds me of someone, but I can’t place her. She’s short and petite like Jessa, but has strawberry blonde hair. Her eyes travel up and down my body, and I don’t miss the sly smile that crosses her lips when I walk up. I can’t shake the feeling that I know her somehow, but her name tag reads ‘Kim’ and it’s not ringing any bells.

“Hey,” she says in a familiar voice.

“Hi,” I respond, laying the magazines on the counter.

“It’s been awhile,” she continues and I turn as if to see whether someone’s behind me, but I know there isn’t.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I ask, hesitant to receive the answer.

“Am I that forgettable? You seemed to know my name when you screamed it over and over again that night,” she whispers to me, leaning over the counter. Instantly, I look side to side to make sure Jessa isn’t anywhere around.

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember you. Are you sure you aren’t mistaking me for someone else?” I ask, hoping this is a case of mistaken identity.

“Grant Bishop, right?” she asks and my stomach drops. Shit, I must’ve fucked this girl and don’t remember it.

“That’s me,” I confirm.

“I have my break in five minutes if you want to relive the memories,” she says flirtatiously.

“Sorry,” I say and look at her name tag again, “Kim. I’m here with my girlfriend. I don’t remember you and I know that’s shitty of me, but I’m not interested in meeting you anywhere in five minutes,” I tell her and her face never falters.

“Lizzy?” she questions and a cold shock hits my body hearing the name.

“You knew Lizzy?” I ask.

“No, it’s just you kept talking about her after we finished that night. I can see why you don’t remember. We were pretty drunk,” she laughs, but I don’t see what’s so funny about the situation. Then it dawns on me. I must have met this girl right after Lizzy. I was a complete mess back then, drinking myself silly and screwing anyone who was willing.

“No, it’s not Lizzy. It’s someone else,” I inform her and pick up the magazines. “Thank you, Kim,” I say and walk out of the store.

“If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” she calls out as I make my way to Jessa. I don’t respond, since there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to change my mind. Maybe Trey should go buy a magazine; he’s always looking for a quick lay.

Seeing Jessa leaning against the wall and laughing with Sadie brings a calming feeling back over my body. Hearing Lizzy’s name made all those fears of losing Jessa go racing around my head again.

“Hey.” She welcomes me with her lips and I wrap my arms around her waist, squeezing her tight.

“I love you,” I whisper in her ear and she squeezes me harder. I’m thankful she does because it reminds me that she is worth it.

We board the plane, taking our seats. Trey and Dex end up on either side of a young, attractive college student and I laugh watching them try and up their game on her. Jessa and I sit next to each other, with me in the aisle and her in the middle. Sadie and Brady are behind us. We listen to the flight attendant’s instructions and Jessa cuddles up next to me as I reach around her, pulling her closer. That coconut and vanilla scent hits my nostrils, and I remember how I once thought she’d never be mine.

Jessa is asleep two seconds after the flight goes airborne. I watch the poor girl who’s squeezed between Trey and Dex as her head bobs back and forth, trying to give them equal attention. Thank God that’s not me anymore. I have to admit, this committed relationship thing is nice.

I just wish I could get Lizzy out of my head. Ever since that girl at the airport mentioned her name, I can’t turn off the memories. It’s the night I thought my life was over, but here I am with someone that means much more to me. Still, the questions that have flooded my mind for so long still linger there. Could it have worked? Would we have still been together?

The plane dips and Jessa stirs slightly, draping her arm over my stomach. Staring down at the blonde that I love more than I could ever express, I want to bottle up this feeling and keep it forever. My heart tells me that, it’ll always be there, but my mind says bottle it up fast because it’ll be over soon and you’ll only remember how much pain you’re in.

Keeping Jessa as comfortable as I can, I pull out the letter in my backpack. I’ve been hanging onto it for a while, not knowing when I should open it. Unceremoniously I rip the letter labeled Love open because it’s time I hear what my mom has to say. With Lizzy, I almost opened it plenty of times, but something always held me back. With Jessa, on the other hand, I know I’m supposed to open it.

Dear Grant,

 

Finally! As a mother, this is the best letter I get to write you. It means you found someone worth opening this letter for. Believe me, I’m smiling down on you now. I’m sure I realized you loved her before you realized it yourself.

 

You opened this letter for my advice, right? Here are the simple things, which if I raised you right, you already do. Treat her right, open doors for her, always follow her into a room, and tell her how beautiful she is every moment you think it. Make her feel as special as she is to you. Respect her, value her opinion, and listen to her suggestions. Kiss her goodnight every night and again when you wake up. Never take her for granted and cherish every second you have with her. If you do these small things, she’ll never look to another to fulfill her needs.

 

Don’t worry about the future, concentrate on the present. If you live in the future or the past, you’ll be unable to enjoy what’s going on right now. Treasure your moments together, making the most of every situation. Enjoy the ride, Grant, because if you do it right, the lows are worth all the highs.

 

Love her with everything inside you. Never hold back. Congratulations, sweetheart, love is the most precious gift you can give someone and that you can receive.

 

Love,

Mom

XOXO

I stuff it in my backpack and wrap my arms around Jessa. She sighs softly, nudging her head in the crook of my neck. Resting my head on hers, I fall asleep until the pilot announces our descent into Denver. I bend my head over Jessa’s and kiss her lips.

“That’s a nice way to wake up,” she says groggily. “I’m sorry I slept the whole way, I’ve been so tired.” She yawns, stretching her arms up and pushing her breasts out.

“Well, we haven’t been sleeping much the last week. I have to say though, I’m a bit disappointed we didn’t join the mile-high club.” I reach over, discreetly grab her breast, and she gives me a look that is supposed to appear reproachful, but the smirk she can’t hide shows me she enjoys it.

“I promise, on the way home.” She turns into me, kissing me firmly on the lips and ensuring that my hands remain hidden to freely grope her. “This is nice though,” she murmurs.

When we finally separate from one another, I notice the middle-aged man next to Jessa admiring the show we’re putting on. Narrowing my eyes at him, I quickly put my arm around her to signify she’s mine.

We all depart the plane and make our way to baggage claim, where Trey and Dex are still talking the girl’s ear off. I have to admit, it appears she’s more into Trey. She must like the bad boy image. Although most of his tattoos are covered with clothes right now, the ones on his neck are visible, as well as the piercings and plugs in his ears, so I’m sure it doesn’t take too much imagination as to what the rest of him must look like.

“Hey guys, this is Kailey. She goes to Western, but is here visiting her family,” Trey says by way of introduction. She’s a cute brunette, not Trey’s usual type.

“Hi, Kailey, where’s your family from?” Jessa eagerly asks.

“It’s my aunt and uncle, and they live in Breckenridge.” Her voice is quiet and shy.

“That’s where we’re going,” Jessa exclaims. “Do you want to hitch a ride with us?” she asks.

“Yeah, it’s no problem. We’re getting a van,” Trey chimes in. I notice Dex has given up pursuing Kailey and is standing by the conveyer belt waiting for his luggage. I guess he realized that it was a lost cause too.

“Um…” Kailey hesitates, “I was going to rent a car, but okay.”

“Great, let’s get your luggage,” Trey says and grabs her hand, leading her to the baggage claim.

“This seems like trouble,” I whisper to Jessa.

“Why? She seems nice.” She hooks her arm through mine and we follow everyone over to the conveyor belt.

“Yeah, that’s the point. She’s nice and Trey doesn’t stay interested in nice very long,” I tell her and she gives an understanding smile.

Once everyone has their luggage, the guys and I head over to the car rental place. Brady reserved it in advance, so he gives them his information and we all remind him that we’ll pay him back.

“I know you guys are good for it,” he tells us as we walk back out to the girls. “Plus,” he jokes, “I know where you all live.”

When we return from the car rental desk, the three girls are laughing and talking like they’ve been friends forever. Kailey’s quiet demeanor in front of the guys is the opposite of the way she is with the girls. She seems to be leading the conversation between them, which is saying a lot considering who she’s talking to. Usually when I’m with the two of them together, I just sit and listen as they finish one another’s sentences.

“Ready, baby?” Brady asks Sadie, and she stands up, whispering something in his ear. He laughs and smacks her ass.

“Brady Carsen, you better watch those hands,” she remarks.

“I’ll watch them alright. Later tonight, I’ll be watching them move all over your body,” he says and Sadie turns bright red.

“No one wants to hear about your missionary sex life,” Jessa jokes.

“Hey, missionary done right is better than from behind,” Sadie returns, turning around to Jessa.

“Not like we would know,” Brady finishes, and we all crack up as Sadie playfully smacks his stomach.

Arguing about which minivan to pick, it’s finally decided that we’ll take a blue one. Brady climbs in the driver’s seat and Sadie takes the passenger side. Jessa and I sit in the second row, with Dex, Trey, and Kailey in the back. Our luggage barely fits in the back, so some bags are squeezed in around our feet.

“It’s like they’re the married couple and we’re their kids,” Dex chuckles and Brady flips him off.

The energy in the van is easy-going and fun, even with our impromptu guest. Kailey and Trey can’t stop talking to one another, and Dex’s sighs become louder with each of Kailey’s giggles. While Brady drives, Sadie fiddles with the radio. Jessa and I look out the windows as the van heads toward the mountains. This feeling of togetherness is comforting, and it’s almost as though we’re a family.

Jessa

I love my friends, especially the way they’ve been able to keep me distracted so far. Once the plane took off, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Grant has no idea that I was up half the night, debating on whether or not to even come home. I’ve pushed the feelings of what happened with Jason so far down, you would think it would be blocked from my memory by now. When we touched down and the pilot said “Welcome to Denver…,” it took everything I had not to beg Grant to take me back to Western. For some reason, having him by my side makes me stronger.

I wish I would’ve gone to Western to begin with, but like my dad always says, ‘You’re past makes you who you are’. As Grant grabs my hand, leading us to the rental car, I smile up to him and he grins back. This boy has the possibility to break my heart so much more than Jason ever did. Looking back at Jason and me, I know now that what we had wasn’t love. It wasn’t anything close to what I have with Grant.

They load our bags in the back. Dex and Trey climb into the back, with Kailey stuck in the middle. I feel bad for the poor girl the way they’re fighting for her, like she’s the last piece of cake at a birthday party. Although it does seem that Dex is slowly accepting defeat. From the conversation Sadie and I had with her while the guys were getting the rental car, I know Kailey’s more into Trey, based on the questions she asked us.

She’s cute and shy, and I notice the way she tucks her hair behind her ear while talking with Trey. Dex huffs every few minutes when she gives Trey a flirtatious giggle.

“Seriously, switch seats with me?” Dex leans forward, whispering in my ear.

“No way, man,” Grant answers for me, placing his arm around my shoulders.

“Shithead,” Dex sighs, leaning back in his seat.

Trey and Kailey talk non-stop on the way, while Brady and Sadie start arguing about whether or not to pass a truck. Sadie thinks he shouldn’t, but of course, Brady does it anyway. Just when you think the boy is whipped, he stands up for himself by passing a truck on a highway. Seriously? Sadie rolls her eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh and staring out the window.

“It’s so pretty here,” Sadie remarks. “I can’t believe you were lucky enough to grow up in this area.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of amazing. My parents moved here right after they got married. My dad was a ski bum and my mom was a waitress.” I lean forward and Grant’s hand goes to the small of my back, rubbing circles on the exposed skin above my waistline.

“What did you say your parents do?” Brady asks. Grant instantly stops moving his hand.

“They own a few restaurants,” I tell them. There’s no point in telling them that my dad owns half the restaurants in town. No one else really knows either. My dad keeps it under wraps, making the employees believe they’re owned by different corporations. He says if people knew the truth, the restaurants wouldn’t try hard enough to win the customers over. That they’d think if customers were dissatisfied, they would just go to another restaurant that’s most likely owned by my dad as well.

“That’s cool,” Brady says. “A ski bum turned business man.”

Grants hand moves back to my shoulder. I nuzzle into his neck, giving it a soft kiss. I start to hear Dex lightly snoring and decide to relax into Grant before I get home.

The gut-wrenching fear that I might run into Jason or someone else from my past terrifies me, but I know that I have to face them at some point. I can’t hide out at Western for the rest of my life. Not to mention, I won’t let Jason do that to me. I already let him win when I dropped out of school, moved halfway across the country, and stopped talking to all my friends. As much as the humiliation makes me want to bury myself in a huge hole, it also makes me furious. I wish I could ring Jason’s neck until he crumbles to the ground, begging for mercy and saying he’s sorry. The probability of that happening is unlikely, but the thought brings a smile to my face.

And then there’s Beth. I asked Sam to look her up, and she texted me the number she got from another mutual friend. Sam told them some lie about how she had met up with her one night and was too drunk to type her number into her phone. I laughed at Sam, saying she didn’t have to come up with something so exaggerated, but of course, Sam said it was believable. I haven’t decided if I want to call her yet. Talking to her still might bring back memories I don’t want to fully relive. Not to mention, she might not want to be my friend anymore after how I treated her, and I couldn’t blame her for that.

If those issues aren’t enough, I haven’t told my parents about Grant yet. They met him at Christmas and liked him then, but he wasn’t my boyfriend. I have no idea how they’ll take this news, especially since Jason and Grant appear similar in their extracurricular activities. Grant has shown me though that just because two people may have common interests, it doesn’t mean they’re anything alike. I only hope my parents can see what I see in Grant. He can be a little rough around the edges, but man, the boy has the capacity to love. It takes him awhile to allow people in, but when he does, it’s amazing how quickly he acclimates to it.

If I were to compare the Grant I met a few months ago to the Grant that sits next to me now, I’d say they’re polar opposites. I never would’ve thought he was capable of the love he gives me. He makes me believe in the possibility of a future, and maybe even a happily ever after.

I glance over and see beads of sweat on his forehead and notice that his knuckles are white from clutching the door handle. A smile crosses my lips as I watch this strong man, who could hang by one arm from a cliff, afraid of the mountain roads of Colorado.

“You okay?” I whisper in his ear, cuddling closer.

“Yeah,” he says unconvincingly, staring at the back of Brady’s head with a straight face.

I cuddle up to him some more, putting my head on his shoulder, and he reluctantly puts an arm around me. Despite where we’re headed and who might be there, at this very moment I’m at total peace with who I’m with and where I am.

Chapter 1 5

Grant

If I thought the hills of Pennsylvania were steep, the mountains of Colorado are just plain scary. Brady weaves through the large masses with ease, while I white knuckle the sides of the car. Peering outside the window, my stomach feels sick as I stare down at the slope of the mountain with a metal guardrail that wouldn’t keep a dog from falling over. Trucks speed down the hills and crawl up the inclines. The fact that they have steep gravel inclines for the trucks to go up if they can’t stop scares the crap out of me. The two-hour drive feels more like eight, and I know I’m sweating like I just ran a marathon.

“Relax, it’ll be fine,” Jessa leans in, kissing me on the neck.

I look at her nervously and she belts out a laugh.

My hand hurts from gripping the doorframe by the time we make it to her house. Jessa’s parents walk out to meet us, and this is the first time it crosses my mind that I’m here as her boyfriend, not as a friend. The sweat from the car ride starts dripping down my face with the fear of meeting her parents as her boyfriend. They could hate me and want her to stay away from me. Shit, how did I not think about this before? I should’ve brought flowers or candy to sweeten them up.

Jessa runs to give her mom a fierce hug, then turns to her dad and does the same. The relationship she has with her family is completely foreign to me. She’s such a loving person; I wonder what I did to deserve her.

Her parents hug Brady and Sadie and, following a little behind, Trey and Dex move to shake hands with them. Brady tosses the keys to Trey so he can drive Kailey to where she needs to go, and Jessa gives Kailey her cell number, instructing her to call her during the week so we can all hook up. Trey slyly gives Jessa a thumbs up behind Kailey’s back. I think he really does have something for this girl because I’ve never seen him like this before.

“Dad, Mom, you remember Grant.” Jessa wraps her hand in mind and brings me closer to them, clearly displaying the fact that we’re together.

“It’s nice to see you again, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison.” I offer them my hand and they each take it in turn, looking at me skeptically as though they had no prior knowledge we were dating.

“You too, Grant,” her mom says, nudging Jessa’s dad with her elbow when he doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah, Grant, nice to see you,” her dad finally states while his eyes remain on our entwined hands.

I grab our bags and we all venture into the house. It’s amazing, with high, vaulted ceilings and breathtaking views of the mountains. Mrs. Harrison leads us toward the bedrooms so we can drop off all of our stuff. After we leave Brady, Sadie, and Dex to their rooms, Mrs. Harrison turns down another hallway.

“Here you go, Grant,” she says, opening the door to a nice room with a queen bed. Jessa plops herself on the mattress.

“Thanks, Mom,” she tells her, and I continue to stand in the middle of the room, caught between Jessa on the bed and her mom in the doorway. I know from the glare across her mom’s face that this isn’t going to happen.

“Jessa, may I speak with you?” she asks, giving me a curt smile.

“Sure,” she says and kisses me on the cheek before hopping off the bed and walking over to her mom. Mrs. Harrison shuts the door behind them and I take the time to unpack my bag.

A few minutes later, Jessa comes back in the room, clearly distraught.

“What did she want?” She walks up to me and wraps her arms around my waist.

“She doesn’t think I should stay with you.” She buries her head in my chest and I place my hand on her head, holding her.

“That’s okay, we don’t need to sleep in the same bed,” I inform her, but meanwhile it feels like I’ve just been stabbed by a knife. Is it even possible for me to sleep without her next to me?

“I don’t know why she’s acting like this. I think maybe it’s because I’m finally back home. She’s being protective,” she informs me.

“Hey, I have no problem with her protecting you. I just need to convince your parents that we’re on the same team.” I bring her face up to mine and bend down to kiss her.

Jessa helps me unpack my bag, saying she’ll finish with hers later when she’s alone in her room, pining over me. I smile and take her hand, leading her out of the safe confines of my room. I guess I know one thing I have to do this week and that’s talk to Mr. Harrison, explaining my intentions.

We wander into the intimidating great room, with its lofty ceiling and large brick fireplace that travels from ceiling to floor. Even more unnerving, however, is the man who is currently sitting in the room, sipping a dark liquor and reading a magazine.

Jessa’s father looks up at us and I can’t ignore the falter of his smile when he sees our hands clasped together. “Hi, Dad,” Jessa says, directing us to the couch. “What are you reading?”

“Sports Illustrated,” he says and gives her a small smile before returning his attention to the magazine.

This is my chance, I think to myself. Sports are definitely my thing. “Do you think the Rockies will make it all the way this year? I heard Jack Colton from ESPN predicts they might have a chance if the trade goes through,” I inform him, making it known that I’m an avid sports fan.

He picks his head up and glares my way for a second. I continue holding my breath with the anticipation of his response. “Even without the trade, they’ll win. But we aren’t fair-weather fans in this family, Grant. Win or lose, the Rockies are our team.” I’m thankful he said something, but also feel like there’s some hidden message in that comment.

“I love Ryan Yolks!” Jessa spouts and her dad and I chuckle.

“You like Yolks, huh?” I ask her and she beams over to me, grabbing my hand. “What was his batting average last year?”

“It doesn’t matter, but I imagine with an ass like that, he hits a lot of home runs.” She cozies up to my shoulder. “Not as many as you though,” she whispers in my ear, and I shift uncomfortably, not ignorant to her dad’s prying eyes.

“Jessa’s never been one for sports,” her dad chimes in.

“I gathered that. When she comes to my basketball games, she plays with her phone every second I’m not on the court,” I tell him and Jessa giggles.

“I’m only there to watch you. You should be happy I don’t care about those other frat boys,” she jokingly remarks and her dad quickly picks up his head. His eyes bore into me, but I’m not sure what I did.

“You’re in a fraternity?” he hisses. Jessa quickly squeezes my hand harder.

“Yes, he is, Dad,” she answers for me and I detect the newfound worry on her face.

“Hmm…” He stands up and walks out of the room.

“What was that about, Jessa?” I ask her.

She starts nibbling on her bottom lip, which usually drives me crazy, but now I just want her to tell me what the hell is going on. “My ex was in a fraternity,” she reveals and my mouth drops. Holy shit, this just got a whole lot more complicated.

“You never mentioned that,” I say.

“What did it matter?” she asks, starting to take a more defensive stance.

“It didn’t until I came here. Of course your parents hate me. I probably remind them of him,” I say to her, still not able to say that asshole’s name.

“They need to let it go.” She stands up, walking to the mantel above the fireplace.

“Jessa,” I sigh, getting up to join her. “You have to see…” I stop mid-sentence when my eyes land on the perfectly placed picture frames. “Who is this?” I pick up a picture of a girl with dark hair and piercing hazel eyes.

“Me,” she shyly admits. “I may have…re-invented myself when I came to Western.” She stares directly at me, as if anticipating my response.

“You look…different,” I mumble and she glares over at me.

“Better? More attractive?” she sarcastically jabs and I wish I could take back my previous statement.

“No, God no!” I shriek.

“What then Grant?” Her eyes narrow at me, and I know I’ve pissed her off.

“You look beautiful in this picture,” I tell her, holding it up in the air. “But I like you like this.” I place my hand along her cheek.

“Really?” she questions. I wish I could reassure her somehow, but she’ll have to believe it herself.

“Yes, Jessa. It’s not your hair, your tattoos, or your piercings. You have such a big heart and you love so easily. I’m envious. I didn’t fall in love with the way you look; I fell in love with this part of you.” I move my hand over her heart.

“You do?” She looks down at my hand and then back to my face. Her hopeful eyes make me realize she still doubts me.

“Jessa,” I sigh, taking her hands in mine. “Of course I love you,” I say again and she unexpectedly jumps into my arms.

“I love you, too,” she whispers in my ear and kisses my neck.

The urge to take her right here in front of the fireplace is tempting. I wish I could lay her down on this floor and trace my fingers down her body with my lips following close behind. The thought of entering her with her softly telling me she loves me as I stare into her alluring eyes is more than I can bear at the moment.

“Do you really mean it?” She tips her head back to look in my eyes. The insecurity I see leaves a pit in my stomach. I’m either doing a crappy job of showing her how much she means to me, or that jackass did a bigger number on her than I originally thought.

“Yes, Jessa. So much…it hurts,” I answer.

“It’s not supposed to hurt, Grant,” she says, placing her hands on either side of my face. “It’s supposed to make you feel whole.”

“That’s why it hurts. You do make me feel whole and unbroken, but it’s the thought of my demons breaking it apart that hurts so fucking bad.”

“Don’t think like that. It’s not going to happen with us. You’re stuck with me,” she says with a smile, displaying her perfect teeth. I can’t hold off any longer. I need to feel her lips on mine and her tongue in my mouth.

I lick her bottom lip, begging her to let me enter, and she opens up for me like always. With my hands on her ass holding her against me, I delve my tongue into her mouth and she instantly responds. Her hands move to the back of my head and I know she wants me to continue. The craving for her escalates within me and suddenly my mind is only consumed with her soft lips, her moist tongue, and her firm ass. I start trailing my lips down her jaw to her neck and she moans lightly, holding my head against curve of her neck. “Don’t ever leave me, Jessa,” I murmur.

“Never,” she responds, gripping me tighter. “I’m yours…always.” I pull her firmly against me, and she whimpers when she feels how much I want her.

“Excuse me.” Mrs. Harrison’s voice abruptly reminds me where I am and I drop Jessa automatically. Luckily, she lands on her feet before wiping her mouth and looking in her mom’s direction.

“Sorry, Mom. We got a little carried away,” she apologizes. Jessa appears unfazed that her mom just caught us making out in their living room. Casually, she walks over to her mom, while I discretely attempt to adjust myself to conceal my erection.

Mrs. Harrison remains quiet and then runs her hand over Jessa’s hair when Jessa reaches her. “You’re lucky it was me,” she smiles at her daughter. Jessa glances my way and then back to her mom and grins.

“I know.” She giggles and leans against her mom, letting her wrap her arms around her.

“It’s good to have you home. It’s been too long.” She kisses her temple.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jessa says. “It feels good to be home.”