Jess moved her leg up and wrapped it around my hip. “Yes, yes, oh God, yes, that’s . . . I’m gonna . . . AAAHHHH!” She threw her head back and her body jerked under my hands.
Between the sight of her coming and the knowledge that someone was bound to hear us in here, I followed right after her, crying out as I filled my girl. Holding her to me.
It wasn’t until after I slowly came off my high that I realized how strange this was. Why had Jess dragged me away from the party to do this? I knew pregnant women were horny, but this seemed different. She was wild and clinging to me while she f**ked. Like she had to hold on to me.
“You’re gonna regret not making me pull out,” I said, kissing the side of her face.
“I never regret that,” she replied.
I wanted to believe that she was as satisfied as I was and that this hadn’t been some way to reassure herself that I was hers. She didn’t have to use sex to hold on to me.
“Jess,” I said, brushing hair off her forehead, “as much as I love the fact that you just brought me in the bathroom at a party to f**k my brains out, I’m worried you did it for the wrong reasons.”
She stiffened under me. “I just wanted you.”
This wasn’t the place to talk about this, but we were going to talk about it soon.
I cleaned her up and dressed her. Then I straightened myself up while she got her hair and makeup touched up. When I finally opened the door and Jess walked out, Phoebe stood there, staring at us with wide eyes.
I was worried Jess would be embarrassed, so I started to make up an excuse. But Jess turned back to me and kissed me, pressing into me. Then she smiled with a pleased grin and turned back around and strutted past Phoebe, looking like one very cocky female. I glanced back at Phoebe, who wasn’t smiling. And then it dawned on me: Phoebe’s suggestion that I buy her a coffee in exchange for borrowing her notes had upset Jess.
I had never intended to take Phoebe to get coffee. I was just gonna buy her one and take it to class as a thank-you. But Jess didn’t see it that way. She was marking her man.
I laughed and shook my head. Then I went after my outrageous female. Never a dull moment with Jess. God, I loved that woman.
Jess
The rest of the night Jason kept his hand on me at all times. He didn’t talk to other girls, and he kept asking me about my wet thighs. By the time we left, I was ready to get him back home and have a longer and louder session in bed.
Back at the house, I slipped off my shoes and put them in the closet. When I turned around, Jason was leaning against the door of the bedroom with a grin on his lips. “So, you showed Phoebe who owned me tonight. I’m not complaining, but next time you don’t have to resort to those kinds of measures. You can just tell me it makes you uncomfortable. Phoebe is a flirt, and I’ve ignored it for so long I don’t even notice it. But I get why you did it.”
Walking out of the bathroom to find Phoebe standing there looking at us was even better than I had hoped. I had needed to remind Jason how I could make him feel. And I had needed to remind myself that he wanted me. That I was the one who turned him on.
“I didn’t know she’d hear us,” I said honestly.
He chuckled. “I’m sure you didn’t, but I’m betting that the fact that she was the one who caught us made your night.”
I nodded. No point in lying.
Jason burst out laughing and covered the space between us in two long strides. “You are so crazy. She doesn’t compete with you, Jess. No one does. For me: You. Are. It.”
“They intimidate me. All of them. They’re like you. I’m not.” That was as honest as I had been with him.
Jason nodded. “Yeah, they all have the same career goals I have. Some even more than I do. Most more than I do. We all grew up similarly. But not one of them has ever made me feel like I couldn’t breathe without them. Not one of them is you, Jess. And they never will be. They don’t know how to make their own clothes. They don’t know how much fun an entire day of lying on a sofa watching all the Rocky movies can be, or how to get out of bed looking like a f**king goddess. Only you, Jess. Get that through your head, baby. But if you want to pull me into restrooms and f**k me in order to remind me how much I want your sexy little body, then please do. Because that was hot. Seriously hot.”
His words brought tears to my eyes, and a laugh bubbled out of me. Was I losing it with this pregnancy thing?
Jason held me and we stood there while I composed myself.
“I love this closet,” he said. “Smells like you. When you aren’t here and I’m missing you, I come stand in here. The other morning when you were sleeping, I came in here before I left and just took a deep breath.”
I tilted my head back and looked up at Jason. “Really?” I asked, amazed.
He grinned. “Yeah. I’m as insane about you as you are about me. You just keep forgetting that. I feel like I’m failing you somehow. I don’t want you to doubt how obsessed I am with you.”
“Next time remind me that you smell my closet when you miss me. I think that’ll help,” I suggested.
“I’ll do that.”