“Unless you want these people to watch us like we’re the entertainment, you should do it. And be quick about it.” My voice was determined, and my hands were already moving to unclasp the button of her dark denim jeans.
Grace didn’t give any more challenge than that. Grabbing the excess portion of the top blanket, she covered her lap and bottom half of her stomach with it. As soon as my hand slipped inside of her panties, I knew why she gave little pushback. She was just as ready as I was. I briefly lamented over the fact that I wasn’t in a position to sink my rapidly hardening cock into her from this position, but hearing her sing out her orgasm my hand was about to bring her to would have to do for now.
“That feels sooo good,” she hummed, lifting her face to mine as my two fingers worked over her clit. When our lips locked, I moved my hand lower, sinking into her wet folds. She moaned into my mouth and I swore I was going to fucking lose it.
I wanted to reach up and cup her breast with my free hand, but I knew her hand would be there, stopping me. It always did when I got too close to her breasts. And I wasn’t in the mood to be stopped right then. I needed to feel Grace shudder and climax for me.
“Come for me, baby. Sing for me,” I insisted.
She complied.
Her lips tightly sealed, she let out a moan only I could hear.
Chapter Fourteen
Grace
“What were you like as a kid?”
I felt his entire body stiffen behind me. The question had clearly thrown him off and instantly I wanted to know more.
“You don’t have to go into too much detail if you don’t want. Just a hint of what you were like.”
“I didn’t have a personality as a kid.”
I wanted to turn and look up at him. To see his eyes as he said those words. However, I knew he would clam up even more if I stared directly into his gaze. We were still at Williamsport Park. The main event had just appeared on the stage, and all the people around us were enthralled with the music. Some stood and danced while others sat cuddled up with their partners, just as Jacob and I were. A few others ran after wandering toddlers, laughing as they tried to get away. I still couldn’t believe that in the midst of all of this I’d let Jacob bring me to orgasm with his hand. I hadn’t done anything that crazy since … ever.
“You had to have some sort of personality.” My hands moved to cover his which rested on my belly.
He didn’t say anything for a full minute but I waited him out, just as I did with patients who didn’t want a procedure done that they knew had to be completed. I waited with the patience I learned very early on.
“I wasn’t allowed to have a personality, or wants, or desires as a kid. The only thing that mattered in my household was that we all looked good from the outside … not good, perfect. I had to have the perfect grades, be the star athlete on whatever team I played on, outshine everyone in any science competition I joined. If I didn’t there was hell to pay. Not much room for personal development when you’re forced to achieve someone else’s standards.”
The bitterness in his voice made my heart ache. Jacob always seemed to have an intensity about everything he did, from the operating room to fighting, and even the way we began. To know that that kind of fierce concentration had been drilled into him as a child hurt even more. But it explained, at least in part, the storms that were constantly brewing in his eyes. It explained why he was often closed off around patients.
“My mother’s illness left little room for personal growth also.”
“My mother wasn’t ill … she was pure evil.”
I swallowed and sat up, turning to face Jacob. His eyes had a far-off look as he avoided my gaze. I don’t know why, but I’d assumed the parent he was referring to was his father. Not his mother. Mine, I could reconcile as sick as to why she did the things she did. Jacob didn’t have that.
“You really think there’s a such thing as pure evil?”
“I don’t have to think. I was born in it. We looked cookie cutter from the outside, but …” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I left home at sixteen and never returned.” His gaze lowered and I saw shame, apparent as ever, in his facial expression.
“You did what you needed to do to save yourself. Don’t be ashamed of that.”
He lifted my fingers to his lips, kissing them, but not saying anything. When I realized he wasn’t going to continue talking, I turned around and laid back his chest again, hoping that he believed what I said, at least on some level. There was something that he was holding himself on the hook for and had been for a very long time.
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Jacob
I patted my hand against the pocket of my jeans and felt nothing. I checked the other side, knowing my wallet wouldn’t be there. I never stuck it in my left side pocket.
“Shit,” I grunt as I pull up to a stop light.
“What’s wrong?” Grace questioned, glancing over at me from the passenger seat. We were heading out to dinner at one of her favorite Italian restaurants in the downtown area of the city. I just picked her up.
