K. Robinson - Twisted Ties

“But you do. You’re the happiest person I’ve ever met.”

“You haven’t seen me on a bad day,” she teased.

“No, I haven’t—well, except for that day in your room, but that doesn’t count. I can’t wait to see it. I bet you’re even hotter when you’re in a pissy mood.”

She laughed. “You’re an idiot. So, tell me, what have you been up to since you moved?”

“Not much. We moved here, and I started a new school. I made a few friends but none worth mentioning. I kept my nose out of trouble and graduated at the top of my class. Mom married Mark a year ago, and they’re both blissfully happy. It made me want to vomit when I lived there.”

“Do you like Mark now?”

“I do. When I met him, I convinced myself that he was going to break her. Instead, he made her happy. I’ve never seen her the way she is now. Once I got over myself, I actually talked to him, and I realized that he isn’t such a bad guy. Before he met my mom, he was married, but his wife died four years ago. I think it really messed him up for a long time.”

“I can’t even imagine.”

“Neither can I. But I think my mom helped him as much as he helped her. They’re both really happy together.”

“I’m glad. Your mom was always so nice to me.”

“She liked you. She never asked why I’d left, but she knows it had to do with you.”

“I bet she hates me now.”

“Nah. My mom doesn’t have it in her to hate anyone, even my dad. She’ll be excited to see you again.”

“I hope so.”

“Why don’t we go visit her tomorrow? I could use a day away from here and all the drama.”

“If you’re sure that she doesn’t hate me…” Emma said, obviously nervous.

“I promise, she doesn’t. She’ll probably bake cookies for you or something.”

Emma laughed. “I’d like that. The only person who has ever made me cookies was the chef my mom hired.”

I frowned when I noticed how something as simple as cookies could upset her. It was obvious that her mother had never taken a second to actually be there for her daughter.

“I’m sorry that you had to grow up alone.”

“It’s fine. I’m over it. I’m putting the past behind me and moving on to bigger and better things.”

“Like the poor kid from the trailer park?”

“Like the boy who stole my heart and taught me how to surf.”

“I miss surfing. It’s been a long time since I was on a board.”

“I kept surfing after you left. I went to that spot you had taken me to, and I surfed there. Andy and I found a good spot, too.”

“You surfed with Andy?” I hated the fact that he’d been there for her when I wasn’t.

“Yeah, we surfed a lot this summer.”

“I thought you said you moved to your dad’s place in L.A.”

“I did. Andy came with me.”

I sighed. “This really blows.”

“What do you mean?”

“I hate the fact that you’ve spent so much time with him. I know you two are just friends, but it still bothers me.”

“Jesse, you have to understand the relationship I have with Andy. He was there for me when I had no one. He’s my best friend. Well, he was. Since you are back with us, I think I’ve been bumped down to just a regular friend. You stole my spot.”

“I doubt that. Andy is the kind of guy who will always be loyal once you break down his wall. Once you’re in, you’re in.”

“Good. I don’t want to lose him.”

“I’ll try to work on my jealous side when it comes to him, I promise. Just give me some time. When I left, you two barely knew each other. Now, you’re as close to him as I used to be.”

“Thank you. And I promise you that you have nothing to worry about when it comes to him. He’s nothing more than a friend.”

“Good.” I glanced outside to see that the storm was getting closer. “I think we should probably get back to my house before that storm hits.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

I stood and followed Emma back to her car. I couldn’t wait to get her alone.

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.