Fortunately, I can’t think of anything other than the slide of his tongue between my lips and his naked body aligned with mine. Finding his hair again, I pull him into a deeper kiss. I know he’s more of himself when he squeezes my ass hard.
“Now, you’re doing great with thiscomfortingbusiness,” he rasps just as his fingers grip my pussy. I open my legs to give him access.
I whimper when he retreats but he pushes me to my back. I shiver when he rubs his body over mine. Fuck, it’s amazing how much I’m beginning to crave moments like this. He traps my hands above my head as he stares down at me. We’re lined up perfectly to make this night more interesting. We both moan when he rocks his hips to make the blunt tip of his dick rub against my clit.
“I’m going to fuck you slow and hard. You’ll cum multiple times before I’m done. I want my very own putty.”
My walls clench like they want it; I do. All of this teasing has my body begging tocomforthim.
“Will it make you feel better?” I respond with my voice husky from arousal.
“Like a new fucking man.” He bites his lip as his head presses my wet opening.
“Oh, I just remembered an allergy,” I inform him right before he enters me.
“What’s that, Sweet Baby?”
“Cum.”
He snickers at me bringing up the subject from the wedding. I shudder when he presses in more, stretching me just a little. He’s torturing me on purpose.
“Then we need to stock up on EpiPens.”
Chapter Fourteen
Karessa
Jagger isn’t here.I can feel it when I open my eyes. I’m not crazy enough to believe that sex would help him work through all the feelings he had to work through the night before, but I didn’t expect him to disappear either. I know this isn’t a “me” thing, this is his default setting and that doesn’t change overnight. There are coping mechanisms set into place and I cannot tell a grown ass man older than me what to do. In short, my feelings aren’t hurt that he left without a word, I just want to be able to help him.
I check my phone and am not surprised I don’t have any texts from him. By the time I’m finished showering and grooming, Jagger is still missing. Sighing, I dial the one number I have and never plan to use.
“Hello?” I immediately feel bad because he sounds tired.
“Uh, hi, Oran. Is Jagger over there?”
“No. Is something wrong?”
“Not between us. Where would he go if he was in his head?”
“GymMick. I’ll send you the address. Take care of him, Karessa.”
I smile like an idiot because that’s the first time I remember Oran referring to me by name. “Working on it. Thank you.”
He’s gone and I get the address and frown at it for a minute. Oran and Jagger co-own the hottest gym chain on the island because people get memberships in hopes of running into a Founder’s kid, especially the mysterious Oran Hale. Jagger is popular as well, but his popularity is on social media because he’s forever posting thirst traps. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve double tapped a few. They have a ‘Founder’s’ location for us so we don’t have to be seen in public but it’s not the address Oran just sent me.
Intrigued, I get dressed in some workout shorts and a contoured sports bra - I’m not a fan of having a uni-boob. I grab my keys and purse to head out but decide to pull on the matching zip up crop top hoodie. GymMick is a set of gyms that offer anything any gym has offered before. If it were big enough of a craze, they have it. Some locations vary in options but it’s still a well-rounded lot.
I spot Jagger’s Aston Martin when I park so I’m relieved that I haven’t missed him. This one looks different from the rest. All of them are high end but this one is fancy. The sign isn’t in front of the all glass building and inside there’s a lobby before getting to the gym. I catch a glimpse of Jagger in the ring with a man who looks familiar before I walk into a brick wall of muscle.
I look up to see his blue eyes. They’re stern and unfriendly. Almost menacing. His brownish-blond hair is pulled back into a low ponytail. According to his name tag, his name is Nikolai.
“You’re not on the list,” he tells me unceremoniously.
“And you know who I am?”
His eyebrows quirk like it’s a stupid question and tilts his head towards the desk. There are magazines with our wedding photo on the covers.
Damn. That Leon woman works fast.
