He nodded.
“So…”
“My one and only.”
That hit me like a fist to the solar plexus. Once Jarrod had figured out the mechanics of sex, he’d been game—anytime, anywhere. He loved sex. I couldn’t fathom—
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Don’t overthink it.”
“I can’t believe…” Because I couldn’t. Once I felt truly comfortable leaving Adele and Mom alone for the night, I started taking lovers. Well, hookups. Not a ton—but certainly more than none. “I’m sorry.”
“Why? I’m not. I know how to join an app. Or a dating site. Or…whatever. Hell, I could’ve strolled Davie Street in downtown Vancouver.” He held my gaze. “I think I’m, I dunno, demi? I like sex—but I’ve only ever wanted to have it with you.”
Because you never met someone else. It sounds like you never even tried.
I nuzzled his neck. “You pull back the comforter, and I’ll grab lube and condoms. I’ve never gone without a condom—except with you. I get tested regularly, but I’m due and I’ve been with a guy—”Or two. “—since the last time I was tested.”
“Thank you.” He pressed our lips together again.
As he grabbed the comforter, I opened my nightstand. Why I kept condoms there, I couldn’t be certain. Like a responsible adult, I swapped them out after they expired.
Oh good. These haven’t hit the expiration date yet. Woohoo!
I totally would’ve raided Adele’s stash—but I appreciated not having to.
Jarrod lay on the middle of the bed, with a couple of pillows propped behind his head.
“Oh, like that, is it?” I waggled my eyebrows.
“Baby, I’ll take you however I can get you. But I’ve dreamt of you riding my cock for the past seventeen years. How about you make my dreams come true?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, shoving away the thought that I should’ve just come clean about Adele. Should’ve given him the choice. Should’ve at least have said goodbye—instead of leaving him hanging for all these years.
Instead of moping, though—and regretting the past—I hopped on my bed and made my way between his thighs.
“Do you want me to prep you?” He pointed to the lube.
I shook my head and tossed him the condom. “You do you and, this time, I’ll do me. Maybe next time.” My cock leaked a drop of precum. Suddenly I needed him inside me so badly that the idea robbed me of breath.
He grinned and ripped the condom packet open.
I sat back on my ass, spread my thighs, and started prepping myself. I didn’t mind him doing this—when we weren’t in ahurry. Adele might not be coming back for twelve hours, but I still felt like we needed to rush this.
“Oh baby, that is so fucking sexy.” He uttered the words on a long exhalation.
I scissored and twisted and opened myself up as much as possible. I wasn’t aiming for my prostate, though. I just wanted to get him inside me.
He held open his arms.
Since he’d lubed himself up, I allowed him to position me so I straddled his thighs.
Slowly, inch by inch, I sank onto him.
The burn was quick, intense, and passed just as fast.
I relaxed as he filled me. I placed my hands on his belly—that might’ve been a little softer than when we were younger. His arms and thighs, though, were solid muscle. He had the body of someone who worked physical labor for a living. I was as soft as they came—except I liked to swim while Adele played badminton. My nod toexercise.
Jarrod ran his hands up and down my thighs.
