“Scaresme?” I really did laugh that time. “JJ, my whole life up until I met you, I’ve lived with surface-level love. My family…any love they gave was an illusion. Like a painting. Itlookedlike there was depth and perspective there, but it was really just a flat canvas.” I took a deep breath. “I didn’t know what lovewasuntil you. So no, it doesn’t scare me. I need it. I needyou. And I love you back just as hard and just as deep.”
He searched my eyes for a moment, and then his mouth pulled up in a small, pleased smile. “Well, okay, then. Glad we sorted that out.”
“Now, how about you show me just how hard and how deep you can go…?” I raised one eyebrow and gave him a dirty smirk.
* * *
It was fitting, I thought, while Jack was pushing into my asshole, that our final fuck in this house would take place here in my art room, right where we’d first been intimate. I was bent over the long table, my toes dangling just above the floor, as he inched into me. I spread my legs wider and bit my lip. I’d prepped right before he’d come home, but having that thick cock make its way into me was always anexperience.
He slid home and stayed there for a moment, rubbing circles over my lower back with a warm palm as his dick flexed in me. “Beautiful,” I heard him murmur, and his hands slid down to open my ass wider. “I’d like a painting ofthissight one day,” he sighed, tracing a fingertip around the stretch of my asshole. “But I’d have to take a photo for you to reference, right?”
I snorted. “Just don’t accidentally post it to your socials, JJ.”
He gave a scoff and pulled back slowly. “You know what, I’d rather enjoy the here and now of it than take any number of happy snaps.”
“Metoo,” I sighed, as his head dragged over my most sensitive place. “God, that’s it, JJ—just like that—”
He fucked me slow and deep until I was pleading for more, and then he pulled out, rolled me over, and wrapped my legs around his neck. “I like watching that pretty face of yours when you come,” he told me, shoving back into my ass.
I liked him watching me, too, so I arched my back and tugged him closer with my legs as I stroked myself in time with his thrusts. He got hold of my nipples and pinched them tight, rolling and squeezing them as he fucked me closer and closer to the peak. I kept my eyes on his face, on the deep concentration gathering in his brows, reaching out to touch his mouth, let him suck on my fingers.
“JJ…”
He let my fingers pull out of his mouth with a wet pop. “Close?” I nodded, panting, my whole body tense and tight as he pushed my hand aside and took my dick in his, smiling. “You look so sweet spread out for me like this, you know that?”
I grabbed at the side of the table when I came, my fingernails scratching along the wooden surface as I cried out. He worked me through it with one hand, stroking my thigh with the other, as my legs draped over his shoulders. “Just…gorgeous,” he panted out. He leaned in close, bending me in two, and closed a gentle hand around my throat. I felt him spurt hot and deep inside me, and my own dick gave an almost painful throb in sympathy.
“Love you,” he mumbled after a while, lying heavy and spent on top of me.
I would have laughed, but I was too breathless for it. I settled on gasping back, “Love you, too.”
But I was still afraid of what the next day would bring.
* * *
I was sitting on the bed and double-checking our go-bags the next morning when I realized that Johnny Jacopo had been lying to me the whole time I’d known him.
On his instructions, I was checking that his passport was still in date. The one in my hand was, he’d told me, hisactualpassport, though we each had a handful of fakes as well. I could never be sure if someone was going to recognize me, but Jack had gotten a few made up for me anyway.
He walked into the room just as I was rereading the name on his passport for the fifth time. Was I seeing itwrong?I’d learned not to trust my reading skills over the years, and Annie’s admission that she’d used them against me had shaken me up, even all these months later.
Jack came over and tipped my chin up to look into my face. “I’m going now, Trouble. You make sure you keep your phone on and wait for my signal.”
I looked up at him with an accusing face. “JJ,” I said severely, “you have beenlying to me.”
He blinked. “I—what?”
I sprang up and smacked his passport against his chest. “Your name,” I said, “isnotJohnny Jacopo.”
“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well, if you want to get technical about it, I guess that’s true.”
I opened up the passport and stabbed a finger at his name. “GianniJacopo? That’s your real name?”
“That’s what my old man put on the birth certificate,” he agreed. “But I haven’t beenlyingto you. Everyone says ‘Johnny,’ if they’re not calling me ‘Jack,’ that is. Been that way since I was old enough to come running when they called me.”
I threw the passport on the bed. “You’re not getting the point here,JJ.”
He was still grinning. “I’m starting to.”
