I pulled her closer, kissing her senseless, and her head dropped back as my fingers pulled down the zip of her summer dress. Pulling it up and off her, my lips trailed down her neck, nuzzling to the dip between her breasts.
In a few moments, I had laid her down on the seat, while my tongue flicked and teased her sex. Lexi’s fingers clutched at my hair, trying to adjust my head over her sex, but she didn’t need to show me. We’d made love so many times that I now knew which parts drove her wild and which didn’t. In a minute, she was screaming out my name before her hands fell limp and she sighed.
“Oh, Jonah,” she said, pulling me to her.
“I want to live my life with you, Lexi, and I don’t care about our ages anymore. Now that I know what being loved by you means, I can’t go back to the life I lived before.”
She looked so ecstatic and happy that I knew I’d been a fool to wait so long. This was it. We were perfect together.
“I love you, Lexi. Everything I have is yours. I want you and Evie to move in with me. I want to know that I’m coming home to you every night.”
Her mouth fell open. I lifted her onto me, legs on either side, and she instinctively rocked against the hard length in my pants. I brushed my thumb over her cheek as her eyes glistened with happy tears.
“I’d love to, Jonah,” she whispered, eyes soft. “I want that. I really do.”
She took a breath, steadying herself. “Just… give me a little time. I need to make sure Evie’s ready too. We can ease into it, and move in gradually. Maybe in a month?”
I nodded as she fumbled with my zipper. “A month sounds like torture, but I can wait.” She got the zipper down finally, and took my cock in her hand.
“Who else can know about this?” she asked, concern flitting across her eyes as she palmed my length.
“Well, apart from Sasha… no one.”
She bit her lower lip, looking thoughtful. “That makes sense. To be safe.”
Damn right I was going to be safe when it concerned her. “Promise me you won’t date again. That you won’t kiss or touch another man again. This is it. We’re it,” I said, and she nodded, getting down on her knees and licking my length. I was so sensitive that a loud groan slipped out of me.
“There’s no one else but you, Jack,” she said with a feigned innocent look on her face. She widened her eyes. “Did I say Jack?” she asked while I growled and pulled her off her knees and onto me, nipping her ear. “I meant John, of course,” she fake corrected with magnanimous effort while I moved my lips down her neck, biting down on her soft flesh.
“You’re going to remember my name and remember it well,” I said, settling her on top of me, positioning myself at her entrance.
God, she was delicious. I slipped into her, inch by inch, and took her nipple in my mouth, while my fingers worked her pussy, and when she came, she got the name right all right.
56
LEXI
Over the next few weeks, Jonah planned a private yacht cruise for us, VIP tickets to The Lion King for Evie, and courtside seats at a Knicks game. I was happier than I’d ever been, and even Evie seemed to notice it.
One evening, as I read through some children’s books that Jonah had bought for her, she observed, “Mama looks happy.”
I smiled even more, realizing that in the past, Evie hadn’t had a cheerful Mom. Deciding that I needed to give credit where it was due, I asked her how she felt about Jonah.
She considered it. “I like him,” she said easily. “He’s nice to me and you.”
I felt happy to hear that and hugged her, thinking that there might be a future for the three of us sometime, a year or so from now.
“I like him too,” I said. “And the two of you make me happy.”
A few days later, when the three of us were eating at Chick-fil-A, I asked her a question. “Evie, what do you think of Mommy having a boyfriend?”
Evie gave me a curious look. “Who?”
“Well …” I tilted my head toward the cash register, where a young, moderately handsome guy—probably no older than nineteen—was ringing up orders. “What do you think of him?”
Both Evie and Jonah turned to look at the cashier before snapping their gazes back to me, their expressions vastly different.
“No,” they both said emphatically. Jonah was louder than Evie.
