Freeing Destiny (Fate #2) (15 page)

“Would you rather me
not
do this—?” She slowly unzipped my jeans and then delved inside, jerking my cock up and down.

I gulped. “No. I mean, yes. Don’t stop.” I was the one with the experience. I was the one who wasn’t supposed to unravel. But, goddamn it, she had me all kinds of twisted and I loved it.

Our lips found each other and we kissed frantically. Her hand worked me like a pro, like she’d done this a million times before. I didn’t want to think about that, though. Just her. Just us. Just her hands on
me.
“Oh, Sunshine,” I moaned into her mouth. My tongue darted out to lick the seam of her lips.

“Touch me, Jack.” Her words, while bold, were soft. I was more than happy to indulge. It was my original plan anyway.

Pulling her down, her hand still working its magic, I positioned us on the blanket so that we were laying down and facing one another. Slipping my hand into her linen pants, I played with the waistband and tickled her skin from her bellybutton to her delicate pelvic bone.

Stella shuddered at my touch, but never stopped pumping my cock. Her fingers spread the thin coating of pre-cum around my tip with her thumb. My own fingers traveled further south and reacted to the heavenly pleasure.

I wanted to strip her bare and discover every inch of her, but that wasn’t possible because of our surroundings. I wouldn’t risk someone feasting their eyes on what was mine. Yes,
mine.
With her hands on me, and mine on her, I was claiming her. She was mine. No matter how close or far. “Stella, you are mine.” It came out without thinking and I didn’t even give a fuck. I wanted her to know. Needed it.

“Yes, Jack. I am. I’m yours. I’m all yours.”

That’s all I needed.

I shot up from the blanket and hovered over Stella. She dug her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer. My arms framed her face, my legs nudged between hers. In a plank above her trembling body, I dipped down and kissed her. Hard. Then soft. Then desperate again. My body wilted against hers and my hands became wild. Suddenly touching her wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I threw her hands from my hair and slithered down her body. Inching her shirt up, I cupped her breasts and pushed her bra over them. Stella purred and her hips jerked forward. I took that as an invitation for my tongue. It darted out and tasted her silky flesh, as my hands kneaded her tight nipples.

When my lips had reached the vicinity of their destination, I removed my hands from her perfect tits and shimmied her pants down her hips. “May I?” I asked, not really wanting to wait for her approval, but knowing it was the right thing to do.

“Please, Jack. Please do.”

I should’ve stopped. I should’ve given her more time. I should’ve been a gentleman and respected her innocence. But—
fuck that
—we had to start somewhere. I wanted to be her first, that honor would belong to me. No, it didn’t have to happen tonight, but that didn’t mean other things couldn’t. I’d make one last effort to give her a choice. “You sure?”

“Yes! Yes! I’m so damn sure, I’ve never been more sure.” Her body trembled beneath me, a pair of dainty white panties the only thing in the way of me and what I craved.

I took it all in—her hasty breathing, her quivering limbs, her goosebumped skin, and the look of pure serenity on her face. I knew she was ready, but I wanted to know something first. “Has anyone ever done this to you before?”

Her stomach muscles visibly tightened and her fists grabbed the blanket. “No.”

I couldn’t help the smug smirk that formed on my lips.
She is mine. Really, all mine.
“Well then, lie back and relax. You have no idea what you’ve been missing.”

Stella

He was going to kill me. His
tongue
was going to kill me. I’d read about this, heard about it, woke up from dreams where it was happening to me, but the reality of it was nothing compared to the fantasy. This was heaven. An orgasm brought on by something so wet and powerful and raw—this was intensity at its finest. “Oh my God, Jack,” I screamed. I tried to keep it down to low moans and soft sobs, but I couldn’t take it anymore. What his mouth wasn’t doing, his hands were. One worked my chest, paying special attention to my nipples that were so erect I thought they’d erupt. Two fingers plunged in and out of my sex as his tongue sucked and nibbled at my clit. I didn’t know how long he’d been at it—seconds, minutes, days—but I was unraveling quickly and I had no control.

“Let go, baby,” he finally hummed against my core. “Let yourself go for me.”

As if what he was doing wasn’t enough, his words sprang me free of my restraint. I did as he told and rode the wave of hot-blooded pleasure. I saw stars. I felt bliss. I smelled paradise. “Holy crap! Holy, holy . . . Jack! That was—”

“Everything you thought it would be?” He emerged from between my legs and lay beside me as I panted.

“More.” It was a truth I’d been trying so hard not to admit.

Jack placed a hand over my rapidly beating heart and chuckled before he turned serious. “There’s
more
where that came from—if you let me show you.”

If his
more
included
that
again, I was willing to do anything, risk anything, and forget anything for
more
time. “What are you doing to me, huh?”

“I’m giving us a chance. I’m showing you how good we are together. I’m hoping and praying with every passing second we spend together that some twist of fate will swoop in and give us more time.”

Time. Tick freaking tock. Why was it haunting me?

“And what exactly would you do if your wish was granted?” I had to play devil’s advocate. Maybe it was a sick form of torture, but I needed to get inside his head.

“This is a dangerous game, Stella. Don’t play unless you know what you’re doing.”

It was and I did. I needed to hear it from him, though. Needed to know I wasn’t losing my mind or only sold on how good he made me feel. “I dare you to tell me what you want from me.”

“A dare?” He perked up.

I pulled my top down to cover my exposed breasts and then returned my pants to their rightful place. “Yes, a dare. Are
you
game?”

“Always.”

“Okay.” I thought for a second before spilling my guts. Jack was right. This was risky business. Feelings always were. I had let my guard down and there was no turning back. “What if, by some crazy chance, there was a way I could stay a little longer? What would that mean to you?”

“First of all, dare accepted.” He leaned over my body to grab our wine glasses. After a generous sip, he nodded in my direction. “Even though this little made-up scenario of yours is the cruelest of cruel, I’ll play along because—let’s face it—you want to stick around to experience more of my bedroom skills. The way your screams echoed out into the great unknown, you don’t want me
or
my dexterous tongue too far out of reach. Am I right?”

My eyes popped from his brash supposition. I wanted to slap him for embarrassing me, but who was I kidding? He was so right. “Yes, Your Oral Sex Highness, please keep your tongue close by. I don’t think I can live without that now that I’ve gotten a taste.”

“Oh, it was me who got the taste of a lifetime. Fucking delicious. Nothing compares.”

“Jack! Can’t you be serious? What happened to the dare? You too chicken to get real and stop all the sex talk? Yes, I want you. Yes, you’re freaking hot. Yes, you make my body feel and do things it’s never been through before, but this can’t just be about that. Isn’t there more to us than just a strong sexual attraction?”

“Stella.” He cupped my chin and pulled my face in his direction. His lips met mine and I could taste myself on him. This was the most erotic night of my life. I’d never forget it. I never wanted it to end.

“There is so much more to us than just sexual attraction. I want
so
much more. I’d beg you for it if I knew it was a reality. But I can’t set myself up for disappointment, and I won’t be that guy.”

“What guy?”

“The psycho you met a week ago who wishes you’d stay with him forever.”

Forever.
It was a powerful word, but I wasn’t afraid of it. Not anymore. Not with Jack.

“I’m gonna see what I can do. How does that sound?”

“It sounds promising, but I can’t lie, it doesn’t sound convincing.” He poured himself more wine and I extended my empty glass for a refill as well.

“I don’t want to be upset tonight. Not after all this.” I motioned to the blanket—the sacred ground of my first orgasm by tongue. “We’ll figure it out.
I’ll
figure it out. Just tell me I have a reason to want to make it work.” I couldn’t be second-guessing my plans.
Could I?
Hells yeah, I totally was.

The stars seemed to twinkle a little brighter tonight, but not nearly as brightly as the sparkle in Jack’s eyes. “I don’t know how or why any of this happened, but I do know that you and me together is a reason.
The
reason you’re looking for. We’re it and I want you to be mine. Will you be mine, Stella? Whether here or there, can you at least promise to belong to me?”

“Are you asking me to go steady, Jack Davis?” I had to make a joke or I might cry. This was heavy stuff. Serious as all get out. Was I ready for this?

“That’s exactly what I’m asking you, Stella Edwards. I want you in ways I’ve never wanted someone before. Please be mine?”

How could I say no to that? It was unimaginable. “Baby, I’m all yours.”

Stella

After three more days and nights of being hypnotized by Jack’s magic, I made a beautifully irrational decision. Foolish, whim-like actions weren’t normally my thing, but Jack drove me crazy in all the right ways.

My mother was still on her honeymoon with Caleb and I wasn’t about to throw this bomb at her while she was in well-deserved bliss. But Nina backed me and, right now, as long as I had my sister’s blessing and she didn’t think I was mentally insane, I was going for it.

My hare-brained decision had two parts. Both equally terrifying and life changing, but the alternative to either was no longer an option. I couldn’t live with myself if I chose not to go through with them.

Part one: Jack would be my first. We had a lot of fun working our way up to the main event, but my reasons for waiting were no longer valid. I had no doubt in my mind that being with Jack was right.
Losing my virginity no longer terrified me, because with Jack I wouldn’t be losing anything. I’d be giving him something I’d never given anyone else. A part of me I wanted him to have and keep forever.

The second part of my new plan was the harder of the two. The deliberation was draining—I teetered back and forth so many times I lost an entire night’s sleep. But once it was suggested, even if in the naïve throes of passion, I made up my mind. I wouldn’t have one regret.

On tonight’s date, I sat across from the man who’d found a way to creep into my heart in only a matter of days. I was more than certain about what I was about to say. “So . . .” I started, ripping off a piece of bread and stuffing it into my mouth. Jack had no idea what I was about to say and I was playing it down as if it weren’t the wildest thing I would ever do.

“Wassup?” He took a swig of his beer, and scooted his chair closer to the table.