Fallen Woman(69)

There was something on the tip of his tongue, but he wasn’t ready to give it to me. My hips began to meet his, rolling like waves in tandem. The storm was brewing in his gray irises, and I was ready for him to come crashing down like thunder. Jase was poised at my entrance hesitating—with the slightest tilt, the flex of my bottom, he’d slide right in. But just as I was about to take matters into my own hands, he kissed my lips, then tucked his head into my ear, and whispered, “I love you, Gia,” as the two of us became one.

My back arched as he filled me, stealing my ability to return his sentiment. My nails dug into his sides, and he rocked back and forth as my body adjusted to his size. His thigh slid under my own, allowing him greater penetration and depth. Just as he repositioned himself for better leverage, he hit that spot that made my body hum and my heart sing. I could feel the build starting low in my abdomen, tightening in my butt, the tingle at the base of my spine. My entire being was fueled by his drive as he continued to show me how true his words were.

Just as I reached the top of my sensual mountain, I clung by my tip-toes on the edge of the cliff. I struggled to hold on, to extend this perfect state of nirvana. The feel of his teeth catching my shoulder pushed me over, released my hold, broke my resolve, and sent me riding the frenzy of the tidal wave back to peace. Every inch of my body was in sensory overload. His touch caused me to flinch, but his absence made me ache. As he continued to roll into me, his body tightened, and he grunted, “Fuck,” in the most erotic growl I’ve ever heard.

He lay motionless, still partially on top of me, but mostly to my side. The silence was apparent but not heavy, as though we were both enjoying the afterglow.

“I love you too, Jase,” I whispered into the night.

The warmth of his palm on my jaw as he turned my head to face him felt safe. He kissed me as though he owned me, not like he was through with me. “I know you do, baby.” His lips pecked the tip of my nose before he murmured, “Goodnight, Gia.”

“Goodnight, Jase.”





Chapter Fourteen





Having four children makes sleeping in impossible. It also makes privacy nonexistent. I hadn’t had the forethought to put clothes back on last night, and neither had Jase, so when the tribe came barreling into our bedroom, I wasn’t prepared.

“Mommy!” Megan screamed as she entered the room, waking me from a dead sleep.

She startled the crap out of me. Sitting straight up to see what was wrong, a flurry of words came out. “What Megan? What’s wrong?” My senses weren’t awake. My brain wasn’t functioning.

“Jase can see your boobies!”

“What?” I looked at her confused and noticed Derrick and Trace’s eyes were wide, their mouths agape, and little Emmy had climbed on top of Jase. Only a sheet separated her from his manhood as he tried to cover me and get her back on the floor. I grabbed for the blanket to pull it up to my chin, but the harder I pulled, the less it moved. When I finally jerked it hard enough, Derrick fell over.

“Hey! Miss Gianna. You pushed me down.”

Jase’s voice barreled through the room. It sounded two octaves deeper than normal and frightened me. “Out! Now.”

Emmy started crying, the twins looked at him shocked, and Derrick bolted. The other three followed behind him, but not before firing off a hundred questions. Why weren’t we wearing clothes? Did we get hot? Do all adults have naked sleepovers? And my favorite, from Megan, “Do I have to take off my clothes for boys if my boobies get that big?”

The man sitting next to me threw his back against the headboard and let out a blast of a sigh. I was mortified but not angry.

“I’m installing a lock today.” He barked out the words as if his tone actually affected anyone. I just smiled and pulled my sheet-covered body up next to his and tucked myself into his side.

“Would that be after we take the kids to school and go the lawyer’s office?”

He leaned over and kissed the top of my head. “Ugh. What a way to start the day.” Two large arms cradled me as Jase pulled me on top of him. My legs fell to his sides, leaving me straddling his core. Within seconds, I felt his head at my center, his face blushed, and he pushed me down onto his waiting shaft.

The moan that escaped was louder than anticipated, but I couldn’t help it. When I sat up, the sheet fell behind me, my breasts on full display. He rose off the headboard to meet them, capturing each one separately to lavish attention on my nipple as his hands encouraged my ride. This wasn’t the soul-searing encounter we had last night—it was pure, unadulterated fun meant to brighten the day. And a few minutes later, it did just that as my orgasm overtook my body, and he emptied himself inside me.

I collapsed on his chest where he stroked my back for a few minutes before he reminded me of our agenda. We got up, showered, and started the day. I prayed there would be no more questions from the kids before we dropped them off at school, but what I should have done was told them not to discuss it with their friends.

An hour after dropping Derrick and the twins off, we were sitting in the waiting room of Hart Linland when I got an email from Trace’s teacher requesting a conference about his classroom discussion regarding the scene he and his siblings walked into this morning. I showed it to Jase, who rolled his eyes as I groaned out loud.

“Can today get any worse?” I asked, not expecting an answer.