Chapter 3

Her hands ran over the skin of my back as she continued to gasp and writhe beneath me, all the while allowing me to play with her sensitive spots to my heart’s content. My mouth left her breasts as Shaie began moving her hips in an eager effort to get my finger inside her.

I shook my head at her, smiling before I started trailing kisses down to her stomach. My hands reached to play with her breasts as my mouth inched with deliberate slowness closer and closer to her waiting pussy.

Shaie’s groan was a mixture of pleasure and frustration, and I was unprepared when she suddenly sat up and grabbed me by the waist. Quickly, she whirled me into position, not stopping until my face was right above her cunt—and hers, directly below my own soaking warmth.

I felt the excitement build up in me as I realized what she wanted to happen but Shaie wasted no time, her hands on my lower back keeping me in place as her mouth hungrily latched onto my cunt.

“Aaahh!” I cried out the instant her tongue grazed against my clit. The muscles on my arms went weak, bringing my face closer to her wetness. I recovered quickly, however, and responded by dragging my own tongue from her clit down the length of her slit, and then back again before fixing on her swollen nub.

Soon, we were going hard at it, each of us giving as good as we were getting and both of us racing to make the other come. Our cries of pleasure mixed and grew louder as we devoured each other’s cunts, and I nearly caved when Shaie began to fuck me with her mouth, her tongue darting in and out of my wet hole as she gripped my ass and spread the cheeks wide.

I managed to hold my ground and I hooked my arms around her thighs, knowing that I had the advantage of easier access and better leverage. I slid two of my fingers deeply into her, my tongue repeatedly flicking at her clit while I began to suck her. I began to fuck her earnestly and Shaie finally released me, her head falling back on the mattress in ecstasy.

“Yes, yes! Fucking yes!” She half-moaned, half-growled, her nails digging into my hips as she gave herself fully to my ministrations.

I felt her begin to tighten around my fingers and I moaned in satisfaction while I synchronized the rhythm of both my mouth and my hand. I grew more desperate as I continued to lap up her juices, now sensing that her pleasure was close. And then it came, her orgasm flooding my fingers and smearing my cheeks, her thighs keeping my head still as Shaie mindlessly ground her pussy against my face.

“Oh my God!” Her cry was long and deep-throated, and her palm struck against the soft skin of my ass in reflex as she crested.

I lifted my head as soon as her legs allowed, smiling while I tried to catch my breath. But Shaie moved quickly, not giving me any time to relish my victory as I found myself now pinned beneath her. She had my legs spread apart in an instant as three of her fingers entered me slowly but smoothly, showing me just how wet her mouth had gotten me.

“Fuuuuck!” I hissed, my eyes meeting Shaie’s gaze as she plunged as deep as she could go. She kept still as my pussy adjusted around her and, soon, I was thrusting my hips against her, my slippery warmth slowly dragging up and down the length of her fingers.

Shaie’s hand matched the movement of my hips, her rhythm steadily increasing until she was pounding into me. I felt every movement of her fingers as they grazed my G spot over and over, continuously drawing out sounds of pleasure from the back of my throat.

Her eyes held mine as my orgasm neared, and I watched as a particular softness began to mix with the wild look in those golden orbs. It was the same one I had seen earlier on the dance floor and I closed my eyes against it once more, biting my lower lip until my orgasm reached its peak, bursting into a torrent of pure pleasure that had me clutching at Shaie’s shoulders as it suddenly hit me.

“Oh my God, I’m in love with you.”

Shaie’s voice was soft and tinged with wonder, but I heard the words loud and clear even through my mindless haze. My arms wrapped around her tighter as my hands balled themselves into fists, and I buried my face against her neck, hiding the sudden tears that I couldn’t seem to keep from spilling.

It felt like it was the worst thing Shaie could have possibly said to me at that moment. Things had been going so well between us that I was afraid any change might ruin it, and—from the moment they left her lips—I knew that Shaie’s words had just changed everything.

I did not start this out this day knowing that I was in love with Jamie, and I sure as hell had no idea that I would be declaring it by the end of the night.

I knew I liked her. I mean, of course, I liked her. A lot.

Dating Jamie had been interesting. What we had wasn’t exactly casual, but it wasn’t heavy or drama-filled either as I had initially feared it would be. Jamie was actually quite easy and fun to get along with once she had let her guard down, and it had been a pretty amazing couple of months with her.

Did I constantly find myself thinking of Jamie even when we weren’t together? Yes. Did I always look forward to any time that I get to spend with her? Again, yes. But I wasn’t one to regularly inspect or analyze my feelings, and I figured that was just a normal reaction to a person whose body and company I immensely enjoyed.

And that was how I felt as I headed to the club to see Jamie tonight. Normal. Just a regular Jane who was excited by the thought of spending time with the woman that she was exclusively dating.

I made my way towards the club’s entrance, stopping at a good distance when I saw Jamie talking with her ex outside. I was far away enough that I couldn’t hear their conversation, but it seemed to me that Jamie had the situation under control. Still, I wanted to be around, just in case.

Jamie had opened up somewhat about her ex to me but, while I did believe her accounts, I was also aware that some of the things she had told me about Joan might have been coming from a biased perspective. They were exes, after all, and—to be honest—it was a little hard for me to wrap my head around the idea that anyone could ever be that purposely devious and manipulative.

There was a brief moment when Joan happened to glance towards my direction and, while the woman’s eyes had betrayed nothing when she saw me, the sudden smirk that had crossed her lips before she averted her gaze gave her away. I could tell the exact moment when Joan had gotten the idea to try and kiss Jamie right in front of me, and I had absolutely no doubt that it was all done for my benefit.

It might have worked, too—if I didn’t know for a fact that Jamie wanted no part of her ex at all.

Jamie left hurriedly then, too upset to notice that I was there, and I watched a smug grin spread slowly on Joan’s lips as her eyes fell back on me. I had no idea what Joan thought she was trying to prove to me after the way she had just been rejected, but I knew then and there that Jamie had been right about everything regarding the woman’s character—and that restraining orders alone wouldn’t be enough to get Joan to stop.

I began to walk towards her instead of following Jamie inside the club as I had initially intended.

“What’s your problem?” Joan asked antagonistically as I neared. I stopped about a foot away from where she stood, noting how she folded her arms in front of her and raised a dark brow at me in defense.

“You’re going to leave Jamie alone.” I told her with a calmness borne out of sheer certainty.

Joan visibly straightened as I spoke. She was only a couple of inches taller than Jamie—meaning that I still had a good three inches over her—but Joan wasn’t the type of person who was easily intimidated.

“Or what?” She scoffed, her smile only growing more derisive by the second. Joan was actually very pretty, but there was nothing attractive about her as she continued to taunt. “Am I supposed to be scared of Jamie’s nameless rebound now or something?”

“My name’s Shaie,” I replied simply, willfully ignoring the other thing she had called me. “Shaie Peralto.”

I rarely threw my last name around—I liked to think that I had managed to pave my own way well enough without using its weight—but I decided to make the exception this time. Anyone worth their salt in the corporate world would be able to associate it with one of the biggest security firms in the state (if not the country), and if Joan didn’t… well, then I figured she could try and find out soon enough.

But surprised recognition did register in Joan’s deep blue eyes, and she hadn’t seemed so smug even as she defiantly tilted her chin up and said, “You’re deluded if you think I would ever care who you are.”

“You should.” I shrugged, knowing full well that I would have no problem seeing through with my veiled threat if necessary. “I’ll only say this one more time: Leave. Jamie. Alone.”

I turned away then, having said all that I had needed to say and not really caring to hear Joan’s response.

I headed inside the club to look for Jamie—only to immediately find her leaning against a wall near the entrance. She seemed… exhausted, as if she was trying to muster up whatever energy she still had left, and all I could think of was how she was probably one of the strongest women I had ever known.

I had only dealt with Joan for all of two minutes yet I could already feel the stress that accompanied the short interaction as it left my body, and I knew that must be nothing compared to how Jamie felt every time that she had had to deal with her ex over the last four years.

Standing there and looking at her in that moment, I felt a myriad of emotions surge within me. Sudden and overlapping, they expanded in my chest until I thought my heart would burst. It wasn’t a foreign feeling—I had felt this way a few times before in the last two months—but it had always been fleeting and I hadn’t dared give it much thought.

Well, it wasn’t so fleeting this time. The feeling stayed with me, bubbling under the surface throughout the night. There were moments—like while we were dancing, for one—when it had threatened to boil over, but something would always bring it back down to a simmer and the feeling had remained contained and safely undefined.

Right up until it just wasn’t anymore.

We were having sex and I was looking at Jamie, watching and loving the way she responded to my touch. The way she felt around my fingers and the way she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted and her breath held, as she neared her pleasure. The way she would always cling to whatever part of me that she could when she finally came…

And then, it hit me: I was in love with Jamie.

Admittedly, it wasn’t exactly an ideal time to tell someone you loved them for the first time while you were right in the middle of fucking. But the words came spilling out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I immediately knew that it wasn’t just some heat-of-the-moment fluke.

The feeling that had gnawed at me all night—the feeling that had frequented me throughout the past few weeks—had a name at last, and it all just made absolute sense.

But then we avoided the subject after, both of us cautiously silent as we settled ourselves in for the night. I still wasn’t sure whether that silence was a good thing or not as I lay staring at the ceiling above my bed almost an hour later, but at least Jamie hadn’t bolted out the door the first chance she got.

I felt her warm breath on my shoulder, and I could tell from its cadence that Jamie had long fallen asleep. She stirred against me, instinctively pressing herself closer, and I let out a breath, finally allowing myself to relax as I rested my cheek on top of her head and closed my eyes.