‘Jessica,’ I groaned, picking up the phone and moving to the bathroom, shrugging off my shorts and underwear in seconds, thanking the fucking hotel design gods that they’d thought to include a built-in alcove in the shower wall.
‘Don’t get the phone wet,’ she purred, eyes all over me, hand beginning to move again as I propped the phone up against my shampoo bottle. I turned on the shower and aimed it down, away from my arm. ‘Doesn’t look like the bull fucked up any . . . more important parts of you,’ she added, her voice strained.
I stood in the water for a moment, letting it run down the length of my body, fisting my cock in my left hand.
‘He had the good manners to fuck up the hand I don’t need anyway,’ I replied, watching as she closed her eyes for a moment, her head tilted back and throat exposed.
‘Fuck, Jesse,’ she breathed, so reminiscent of our moment outside the line dance that suddenly I was back there, right on the edge of coming inside her, gripping her beautiful, full ass in both hands.
I moaned with her as I rested my forehead against the tiles, the warm water cascading over my shoulder and down my back.
‘Take off the shorts – I want to see exactly what I’m missing,’ I said, my voice rough now, knowing I’d have to take it easy or –
She pulled them down without question, eyes holding mine, only dipping briefly to watch how I moved my cock. I only just held it together. Weeks apart, the past week or so with nothing to take the edge off in hospital, and now . . . Hestia laid bare right in front of me, her legs apart, fingers drifting in lazy circles.
I stopped for a moment, transfixed as slowly, without breaking our stare, she pushed her fingers into herself, moaning as she did so and finally closing her eyes.
Jaw clenched hard enough to crack teeth, I just about held on long enough to see the image in front of me for what it was.
A woman more beautiful, more incredible than I ever knew existed, who I loved with my whole fucking heart. Somehow, I’d been lucky enough to meet her and, even more incredibly, she loved me back, trusted me enough to be vulnerable and her whole self, from crying and shaking through an anxiety attack tothis.
She really was every single fucking inch a goddess, just like her name.
‘I miss you,’ she whispered, and I shuddered as I resumed the movement, sliding my cock gently, then with harder, rougher movements as she withdrew her fingers, then pushed them back in again. ‘I want you in me. I want you to fuck me so hard and so deep that we don’t know where you end and I begin.’
I groaned, knowing it had been too long, my stamina reduced to dust as I imagined it, knowing exactly how good she felt around me.
‘I swear to you, Jessica,’ I murmured, only just able to form the words, knowing I was so close. ‘As soon as I see you again, I will be fucking you wherever you want me to within the goddamn hour . . . and I won’t stop. I want to be inside you for days.’
She gasped, letting out a long, low moan, just as the familiar tingling sensation began as I started to come.
‘Jesse,’ she called, her voice raspy and desperate, the sound of my name on her tongue more than I could process as I moaned with her, the orgasm taking over. ‘I love you . . . I need you.’
I couldn’t reply. My breathing stalled as I gripped my cock and held my gaze between her legs, up to her breasts, her face as she came too. Her look of pained pleasure, the sounds coming from her parted lips . . .
‘Oh, honey, you have no idea how much I need you,’ I panted, leaning my head back against the wall for support, trying to plant my legs down to keep myself steady as the orgasm faded. I felt a physical ache, right next to the one in my injured shoulder, at not being able to be with her. ‘I’ve never missed anyone like this. It fucking hurts not to be with you.’
It took her a few moments to find me again. Her eyes were glazed and a dusky glow was forming across her cheekbones.
‘Then let’s agree,’ she murmured between breaths. ‘We’ll never do this long apart ever again. Two days, max. Or maybe one. Just one, absolute max.’
I smiled, imagining how it would feel to brush the hair from her face right now, to kiss her forehead gently and tuck her in against my body.
‘Deal. I’ll be wherever you are, Jessica.’
CHAPTER26
HESTIA
A few more days of brutal graft later, Jesse was due home from the hospital in less than forty-eight hours. Lil, now back and firmly roped into our plans, had come down to help us prep everything for the auction at Shelby’s bar.
‘Okay, what’s with all the looks?’ I said, nudging Lottie as she glanced at Cole yet again. ‘I mean, I get it, Cole’s hot, but c’mon – you see the guy every day.’
Lottie actually giggled. Even Bailey paused as she laid out the printed auction catalogues on each table. ‘Spit it out, girl,’ she urged, winking at me from under her hat. ‘It stays between us.’
‘Oh, nothing, it’s just . . . this is where I first met Cole,’ Lottie shrugged, the tops of her cheeks turning pink.
‘You did?’ I questioned, confused. ‘I thought – didn’t you tell me he was chopping wood or some shit, woke you up?’
