“I’m losing him,” I said to Monica as I crawled onto her bed, snuggling up next to her, our feet matching in the same fuzzy pink socks.
“Impossible.”
The emotion in my chest caused everything to tighten. “Not impossible. We haven’t had a real conversation in two weeks. Just some awkward text exchanges.”
“He’s busy, right?” She set her textbook on her nightstand. “Didn’t you say he’s been traveling nonstop for work?”
“Yeah, his Instagram shows a different location almost every day.”
“So, that’s it, babe.” She tucked a chunk of my hair behind my ear. “He’s so occupied; he doesn’t even know what city he’s waking up in.”
“But, Monica …” I paused, the emotion now sliding into my throat. “Why doesn’t he call me before he goes to bed? I mean, the man does sleep at some point. Why doesn’t he phone me when he wakes up? If he cared, wouldn’t he do at least one of those things?” I fought the tears from coming into my eyes. “Wouldn’t he want to hear my voice?”
“Has he ever called during either of those times?”
I shook my head.
She rubbed her toes over mine. “So, he’s not a caller. We can forgive him for that, can’t we?”
“Or maybe he’s just not as into me as I’m into him.”
Oh God.
This was so hard.
So many layers, and each one ached in a different way.
She turned toward me and said, “You don’t know that. In fact, my gut tells me he’s very into you.”
“Nope.” I held in my breath. “I can feel the change.”
“What did Gloria tell you?” She didn’t wait for me to respond when she added, “That you have to be patient, so why don’t you listen to the woman? She knows all the things. I don’t know why you’re doubting her.”
When we had left her bakery and sat by the water to eat, I had felt so much hope from her words.
But now, that hope was gone.
What happened?
Where did he go?
How did I lose him?
“Call him,” Monica said, pulling me from my thoughts. “Or even better, surprise him in LA. You’re due for a visit home anyway. God, it’s been ages since you’ve been back.”
“How?” I tucked my knees against my chest. “I have an exam Monday morning, bright and early.”
“Babe, tomorrow is Friday. You’re done with class at what, two? Jump on a plane at three or four. That gives you Friday night, Saturday night, and take a late afternoon flight back on Sunday.”
I rested my chin on top of my knees. “I don’t even know if he’s going to be in LA this weekend.”
She lifted my phone off my lap and held it out to me. “There’s only one way to find out.”
I took it from her, staring at the screen.
Can I pull this off?
Is it even the right thing to do?
As I glanced up, Monica said, “Stop thinking about it and start typing.”
She was right.
I found the last text we’d exchanged, my thumbs tapping the screen to work on a message.
Me: Tell me you have something amazing planned for this weekend? I want to live vicariously through your fun, extravagant life while I’m buried in books and papers and exams. Sigh.
Jenner: You’re almost at the end, not much longer now.
Me: You want to tell that to the bags under my eyes? They’re getting darker and deeper every day, LOL.
Jenner: The last picture you posted on Instagram had no bags—unless we’re talking about the Gucci you had on your arm. You look gorgeous, Jo. I’m positive you do right now as well.
“I love him,” Monica said as she read over my shoulder. “Like, looove him.”
I glanced at her. “He didn’t take the bait.”
“He will. Keep going.”
Me: You’re sweet. Thank you. I’ve been admiring your Sedona pics. I’ve never been. Is it even more beautiful in person?
Jenner: For sure. My phone barely captured the beauty. You need to go. You would love it. But I’ve got to say, it feels good as hell to be back. It’s been a long stretch of travel.
Me: I never thought I’d ever hear you say that.
Jenner: Even a wanderlust—isn’t that what you call me?—needs to plant his ass home every once in a while.
Me: Does that mean a Dodgers game and some Nobu on Saturday? ;)
Jenner: I like the way you think.
Me: I’m glad home is being good to you and you’re getting what you need right now. Enjoy, Jenner.
Jenner: Get some studying done … LA misses you.
“And he does too. Trust me,” Monica said. “He would give up his left nut to have you there right now.”
“You’re nuts—”
“Oh, babe, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she said, interrupting me and grabbing the phone from my hands. She smiled the whole time she pressed the screen, eventually turning it toward me to show me what she had done.
“You didn’t just purchase a plane ticket on my phone?”
“Wasn’t that the whole point in texting him?” She laughed. “My, my, a little convo with Jenner, and you’ve suddenly forgotten our fabulous plan.”
I felt my eyes widen. “So, I’m flying to LA? Tomorrow?”
She nodded toward her door. “Go pack.”
Surprising Jenner wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped because, as it turned out, I didn’t have his address, and Google wasn’t giving it up. My only option was to ask someone for it, which meant I had to reach out to one of his brothers. Dominick was the easiest to find, his profile coming right up on Instagram.
I was so hesitant to send that message.
Maybe Jenner had a life in LA that I knew nothing about. Maybe I was on the verge of walking into an avalanche.
Maybe he wouldn’t want me there.
But as Monica had put it, the only way I’d ever know was if I tried, so I sent Dominick a quick note and received a reply almost immediately. He gave me the address and gate code that would gain me access to Jenner’s front door. He’d even asked for my flight information and promised Jenner would be home.
As the ride-share drove me to his street, part of me didn’t know if this was a good idea, but I still had the car drop me off a block before his house, so his camera wouldn’t alert him that there was a car outside. And I still tiptoed to his callbox and quickly pressed the numbers that would open the gate.
I gripped the handle of my suitcase and hurried up to his door, pressing the bell, knowing if he checked the feed from the camera facing me, the secret would be out.
I knew he had, but he still opened the door with the biggest smile on his face.
His eyes traveled the length of me, his teeth finding their way into his lip. “What are you doing here, gorgeous?”
I melted from the way he was gazing at me, flutters exploding in my chest.
“I was in the area.” I smiled. “So, I thought I’d stop by.”
“Get over here.”
God, that sexy voice was something I’d missed.
The moment I was within reach, he wrapped his arms around me and hauled me against his body, his lips instantly slamming onto mine. His kiss was passionate, almost needy. I responded the same way, desperate for his heat, his intensity.
Needing him more than anything.
He finally pulled away, holding my face as he asked, “How long do I have you for?” He glanced at my suitcase, his stare turning back to me. “More than a night, I hope?”
“I fly back Sunday afternoon.”
“The whole weekend,” he growled. “Do I have to share you with anyone?”
He was asking about my family, and a pang of guilt hit my stomach.
They didn’t even know I was here, and that was so wrong of me. But if I told them, they would want every second of me, and I would have no time left for Jenner.
I couldn’t let that happen—not for this trip.
But what made the guilt a tiny bit better was that I would be seeing everyone at graduation, and that was coming up very soon.
“No,” I admitted. “You have me all to yourself for the next two nights. And that”—I pointed at my suitcase—“is full of lingerie, so what do you plan on doing with me?”
The look that crossed his face told me he was seconds away from ripping off my clothes.
“One thing is for sure.” He lifted me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist. “I’m not going to waste a fucking second.”
My eyes closed as his mouth found mine, and as we moved, I lifted his T-shirt over his head, knowing the second we landed, I was going to pull down his gray sweats, my fingers needing to feel his skin.
But we didn’t land.
He held me against a wall, tearing at my clothes, tossing them to the floor until he got me naked. My bare back was pressed to the paint, his lips devouring my neck and cheeks, sweeping as low as my nipples.
I raked my hand through his hair. “Jenner …” I moaned.
I couldn’t find my breath.
I didn’t want to.
Getting lost in him was the only way I wanted to spend this weekend—the whole reason I’d flown across the country.
“You feel so good.”
He was touching my pussy, rubbing up and down my clit, spreading my wetness, before two of his fingers entered me.
My head banged against the wall, gripping his shoulders, the heat from his skin burning me.
I would never get used to his warmth.
It was now something I thought about so often.
Something I craved.
The way it lit my body, the way it caused such a fire.
Especially when he added a third finger, arching them toward my G-spot.
“Fuck,” I cried. “Yes!”
I needed more.
I needed him.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
We were moving again, and I suddenly felt a counter beneath me, realizing we were in his kitchen. Using my feet, I dropped his sweatpants to his ankles. Now that nothing separated us, I expected him to thrust inside me.
But that didn’t happen.
His mouth found me instead.
Once he bent my knees and spread my legs over the stone, he began to feed on me. He licked my clit, fingering me, pinching my nipples. He wasn’t going slow, teasing me like he’d done in the past.
This was fast.
Hard.
Dominant licks that had one purpose.
To make me scream.
And I was doing just that, unable to hold in my moans, unable to stop my legs from shaking.
I gripped the edge of the counter with one hand, pulling his hair with the other. “Yesss!” I shouted. “Your fucking tongue.”
I couldn’t stop the orgasm.
His mouth, his fingers, causing the friction I needed.
And within a few more flicks, I was squirming over the countertop. “Jenner!” I tugged his short strands, rocking my hips forward, my stomach shuddering from the waves that flooded through me. “Oh God.”
When I finally stilled, he stood, licking me off his lips. “Jesus …” He paused, shaking his head. “Watching you come is so fucking sexy.”
His hair was ruffled because of me.
His body was ripped.
His cock so hard that the bead at the tip was ready to drip.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
It was like he was reading my thoughts.
My feelings identical.
And the truth was, I didn’t want him to be able to get enough of me.
I wanted him to want me.
I wanted him to need me.
I especially wanted him to crave me.
“Show me, Jenner.”
His finger landed on my lips, one that had been inside me, the wetness still there. “Don’t move.”
He left me on the counter, and when he returned a few seconds later, he was lifting a foil packet toward his mouth, tearing the corner with his teeth. Once the rubber was in his hand, he pumped his cock a few times and said, “Suck it.”
I couldn’t do that from this position, so I slid off, landing on my feet, and knelt on his kitchen floor.
The moment I had his cock in my hand, I moaned, “God, I missed this.”
And I did.
Every time I fingered myself, I thought of his dick.
Every time I pressed my vibrator against my clit, I thought of his mouth.
Jenner was who I fantasized about.
He was the man of my dreams.
And now, as I licked around his crown, tasting the sweet sexiness of his skin, swallowing the drop of pre-cum, those dreams were coming true.
But I needed more.
I surrounded his head, sucking the tip.
“Yesss,” he hissed. “Fuck.”
An urgency had been building inside me since the flight over, and his throbbing hard-on told me he wanted this as much as I did. There was no reason to tease, to take my time. It was all about pleasure at this point.
My hand dropped to his base, meeting my lips in the middle, and I bobbed over the top of him.
Up and down.
I swiveled around his crown with my tongue, diving down to the center of him and back up. With each plunge, he gripped my hair, guiding me deeper.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “That’s it.”
There was nothing hotter than this view, than to look up at Jenner from this angle, past his etched muscles and patches of hair to a face that was so incredibly handsome.
And an expression that was filled with pleasure.
Pleasure I was giving him.
I couldn’t handle it.
Our eyes connected, his gaze almost rabid, his hips moving with me, every exhale ending in a moan.
All because of me.
Because of my mouth.
“Come here,” he ordered, and he pulled me up and placed me back on the counter.
The moment I landed, he rolled the condom on and instantly buried his cock inside me in one quick, hard, satisfying thrust.
“Jenner!”
The fullness was overwhelming in the best possible way.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned. “Jesus, Jo … your pussy.”
I dug my nails into his shoulders, wrapping my arms around them, holding him tightly against me. “Harder.” I urged him deeper, my body spreading for him. “Fuck me harder.”
He listened.
He gave me what I wanted.
“Goddamn it, you feel good.” He kissed me. “Has your cunt been waiting for this?” His hand lowered, his thumb now brushing my clit. “Waiting for my cock to fill it?” He gently pinched the top, holding it between his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet; I could make you come in seconds.” He rubbed a little faster. “Is that what you want, Jo? For me to make you come?”
My head tilted back as the climb took hold. “Yes.”
The pad of his finger flicked across my clit, sending a hard surge through me. “Tell me how badly you want it.” He did it again. “How badly you want me.”
My knees bent, my toes curving around the edge of the counter. This new position let him in even deeper. “Jenner … all I can think about is your cock.” I started to shake, the feeling taking over. The fullness. The desire. “I need it.” I gasped as he hit that spot so far inside me. “I need you.”
He leaned in closer, his lips now by my ear. “Do you want to come?” He nibbled on my lobe. “Do you want my cock to make you scream so loud that you can’t fucking breathe?”
My nails found his skin and stabbed—a reaction to his power, his strength.
His pounding.
“Oh God, Jenner, yes.”
His mouth was on my neck, his other hand so busy around my body that I couldn’t keep track of its location—my stomach, my nipples, reaching around to grip the side of my ass.
“I should punish you for taking so long to visit me.”
If this was a punishment, I would gladly take it every day.
I just didn’t want him to stop.
“But your body is showing me how remorseful you are.”
He lifted me off the counter and carried me to the couch, bending me over the back of it so my face rested on the seat cushion and my stomach arched over the top. Before I had a chance to even inhale, he was plunging into me.
“Ahhh!”
The placement made his massive cock feel even larger.
He reached underneath me, rubbing my clit as he lunged into me, my body picking up right where it had left off.
The build was sparking.
Air completely leaving my lungs when I moaned, “Fuck … Jenner.”
“I don’t know how you could feel tighter, but you do.”
The only thing I could focus on was his strokes—they consumed me—and the only thing that brought me back to the moment was a hard slap on my ass. A warm tingle followed once I got over the initial jump, causing my back to arch, my butt to point higher in the air.
“You liked that.”
I wasn’t surprised he could tell. I was pushing my cheeks into him, my pussy pulsing around his dick, anticipating when he would do it again.
“You want more?”
My skin still stung.
But the slight gust of pain was unexpected and a welcome combination.
“Yes.”
He circled my hair around his fist, pulling it so my head lifted off the cushion. “Do you want more, Jo?”
I glanced over my shoulder, giving him my eyes. “Yes.” My voice turned even needier, adding, “Lots more.”
That earned me another slap, this one on the other side of my ass, sending the heat even higher through me, even more so as he rubbed my clit.
“Jenner!”
This man knew my body like it was his own. He knew how to make me feel sensations I’d never experienced. He knew how to send me so far over the edge that I couldn’t return.
That was where I was now—dangling, seconds away, my stomach trying to hold off before the peak came blasting in, exploding, and I was shuddering over the back of the couch.
“Yesss!”
“Fuck yes,” he roared.
I gripped the pillow, squeezing the cushion into my fingers, holding on because it was the only thing I could do while he slammed into me.
“Fucking come!”
And I was.
I couldn’t stop.
The tightening in my muscles, the bursting in my clit—none of it was letting up, and when it finally did, my body reaching the bottom of this long climb, he was pulling out of me. He walked us to the other side of the couch and sat down, turning me around before he set me on his lap.
Reverse cowgirl.
Something I’d never done.
Something I was most definitely going to do right now.
His lips pressed on the outer edge of my ear where he growled, “Fucking ride me.”
I bent my knees onto the couch, holding his legs to gain balance. And while I aimed his tip to my pussy, slowly lowering, his hands cupped my breasts.
“Fuck yes,” he breathed. “Ride that cock.”
He was kneading my nipples, and the pressure got stronger as I rose, increasing even harder as I lowered. There was something about this angle that felt like he was at the end of me, hitting a spot even deeper than before.
I couldn’t take a breath.
I was at this overwhelming capacity, and I kept him right there, circling my hips, the tip now rotating inside me.
“Do you feel that?”
All I could do was moan.
“How does it feel when my fucking cock hits it?”
He still spoke to the back of my ear, each word making me quiver.
“I … can’t.”
That was all I had, but he seemed to accept it because he said, “Don’t let up, Jo. I want you to come just like this.”
I wasn’t far from that.
He swiped his finger across my clit.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped.
As I lifted off him, gliding up to his tip, he bounced his hips, giving me short, hard thrusts, flicking my clit like his fingers were his tongue.
“Someone’s getting so fucking close.”
I was so overtaken by these swirls inside my body that my back fell against his chest. But I didn’t stop moving. I used his muscles to push off, to grind over him.
Like this was a dance.
His breaths were my music; his fingers were my beat, each tugging at my orgasm.
“Make me come, Jo.”
And his words were my fuel.
I held his thighs, sliding to his tip and then burying his dick to the base. With each dip, I moved faster. Pleasure was spreading through me and through him, so obvious in his moans.
“You’re getting tighter.” His fingers bit into me. “You’re going to fucking come again.”
Wanting him to feel as good as me, I turned my hips and used my feet, lifting myself up, rocking against him. When he bit the back of my neck, his exhales turning to grunts, I knew he was close.
“Come with me.”
The orgasm was already there.
Even more so when two of his fingers started thrumming over my clit in the most achingly erotic way.
“Oh fuck!” I swallowed, sucking in more air. “Jenner!” The tingles were taking over my movements, drawing each one out, causing me to shake so hard that I was bucking over his cock. “Yes!”
“Milk it.”
I shuddered.
“I want your fucking cunt to milk my cock.”
As we moved together, I screamed, the intensity peaking, and I turned even louder when I felt him lose it, his hips rearing back to plow into me, his fingers biting my skin.
“Ah fuck.” His arm wrapped across my chest. “Take it. Take my fucking cum.”
I rode through the rest of his orgasm and mine, and when we both stilled, my legs straightened, collapsing all my weight on top of him.
His other arm crossed my chest, and he held me against him. He kissed the back of my neck, his lips stalling on my cheek. “I’ll never get tired of your screaming, Jo. Damn it, it’s my favorite sound.” He turned my face, our lips meeting. “You can start my weekend that way anytime you want.”
It was an invitation.
One that made me smile.
“Anytime?”
He nodded, his stare owning me. “If it comes with a greeting like that, yes.”