I hate you.I still want you.You fit perfectly.Your body was made for me. I’m sorry.I forgive you.
Well, maybe not the last part.
My body knows him, remembers him, even if my heart is screaming to forget him. I’m playing a dangerous game.
But I don’t care.
Right now, this feels like putting together a puzzle, and I’m one piece away from being whole for the first time in a long time.
“Jett,” I moan. “I’m so close.”
He grips my hips tighter, helping me rock against him. “That’s it, Wren.”
I gasp as he thrusts deeper, hitting the soft spot inside of me. His thumb works my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, almost as if he’s never forgotten. I cry out, the sound swallowed by thunder, his mouth reaching mine to catch it.
Throwing my head back, I move my hands from his chest to mine, keeping his lips from brushing against me. I can’t feel hislips on mine again. It’s too intimate, sparks flying whenever our lips collide.
My tits are bouncing and his eyes are glassy. The sounds of our flesh slapping against each other fill the room. Grunts and moans mix with panting breaths. Jett takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching the bud and twirling it. At the sensation, I clench around him, and he moans. I’ve always loved his sounds of pleasure. The way I make him lose control. With his other hand, he brings it to where our bodies are connected. His thumb dips between us as he finds my clit. Swiping the swollen bud again, he applies more pressure this time.
“Come for me, Wren.”
“Don’t fucking stop, Jett,” I hiss.
With my hands holding me up, I unleash a flurry of movements while his fingers keep moving. I scream his name, letting loose without a care in the world. I don’t care if all of Silo Bay hears how Jett Riggsby knows how to work my body.
Jett keeps pumping, working me through the end of my euphoric release, his grip on my hips tightening, his thrusts deepening. And within seconds, I feel him throbbing inside of me, twitching and surging, spilling himself with one last deep moan.
Our chests heaving from exertion, I drop my forehead to his shoulder. I might be delirious based on the ecstasy still erupting through my body. Sex with Jett was always good, but we were high schoolers fumbling our way through the thrill of the moment. Now, it’s so much more.
Too bad it can’t happen again. I meant what I said. This was only for tonight. A final nail in the coffin that's Wren and Jett. A way to pass the time as we wait out the storm.
I should’ve been more concerned with the wrath outside my windows, but, honestly, if Mother Nature was going to take me out, fucking Jett Riggsby is the way to go.
Silence and unasked questions swirl around the room as the reality of what we did slams into me. I start to push off his chest,but one of his arms tightens around me while the other reaches for the blanket I abandoned.
“Jett,” I protest.
“I know, Wren. Give me a few more minutes,please.” I hear the resignation in his voice—the pain, the guilt—and it grips my heart.
The blanket falls over me, covering me from the waist down as my head rests in the nook of Jett’s neck, our chests together, sweaty and warm. His strong arms wrap around me and hold me tight.
For a moment, I pretend the last ten years never happened, and our naive teenage dreams came true.
For a moment, it’s like we never hurt each other, never separated, but instead, we’ve lived our lives together.
I can feel the burn behind my eyes, at the need to cry for the future we never had, for the heartbroken eighteen-year-old who sat waiting for him, and for all the pain and suffering I’ve endured since. I sniffle, and he flinches.
“For what it’s worth, I’m so sorry,” he admits, but I can’t bring myself to respond. I allow myself a moment of weakness as I listen to Jett’s strong heartbeat.
My eyebrows furrow as I hear another noise. A pounding not coming from his heartbeat or thunder.
“Is that…”
My voice trails off as I hear the twisting of my front doorknob.
“Wren?” My dad’s voice booms through the space as he slams open the front door hard enough to leave a dent in the wall.
“Oh God!” I stammer, clutching the blanket to my bare chest, rolling to my side. Jett swears under his breath, rolling opposite, gripping the blanket before he flashes his dick to my dad. I use his body as a shield to hide behind.
