Unraveling (Second Chances) - By Micalea Smeltzer Page 0,129
inside.
I cried out in surprise, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck so that he wouldn’t stop.
“You’re so tight,” he kissed my neck. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me,” I told him.
He growled, removing his finger, before I could cry out in protest he was back inside me, with two fingers this time.
My eyes widened as he moved his fingers in and out of me. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time.
“I want you to be good and ready,” he whispered low in his throat, making it sound like a growl.
He moved down my body, his fingers leaving me again.
“Jare-” I started and then shrieked when his tongue touched my sensitive flesh. “Oh God,” I moaned.
I closed my eyes, breathing heavily.
Little moans escaped me as the pleasure of what he was doing coursed through my body.
A finger joined his tongue and I came undone, screaming and panting.
He pulled away and I kept my eyes closed. I heard the foil packet rip and my heart rate accelerated. When I felt him over me once more, I opened my eyes.
I could feel his length hovering at my entrance but he didn’t move.
“Katy,” he breathed. “Are you ready?”
I gripped his arms in my hands, staring into his chocolate brown eyes. “I’m ready,” my voice was surprisingly steady.
His muscles flexed as he slowly started to slide into me.
My nails dug into the skin of his arms hard enough to draw blood. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. It hurt, the stretching, but I didn’t want him to stop, and knowing Jared, if he thought I was in pain, he would.
He inched back out and then back in, going a little further this time.
“Just do it!” I screamed. “Please!”
He growled and did just that.
His moan filled the room, drowning out my whimper.
He didn’t move for a moment. “Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “It hurts a little, but it feels good too. I know you won’t hurt me, Jared,” I cupped his jaw. “Please, make love to me.”
“I love you,” he said, rocking gently in and out of me. “You know that, right.”
“I know,” I moaned as he stretched me. “I love you too,” I stared at him, with passion filled eyes.
“It’s always been you, Katy,” he kissed me, “you’re the one I’ve been waiting for.” He took my hands in his, entwining our fingers together, and holding them beside my head.
As pleasure consumed me, words left me. All I could focus on was the feeling of him inside me, and the love I felt for this man. He’d changed my world.
Who knew that so many months ago, the guy who rescued me in the club would truly become my savior.
“Katy!” he cried out my name as he came and I did the same. I repeated his name over and over again like a prayer.
He got up and disposed of the condom and then came back to the bed, spooning my naked body against him.
He kissed my neck, whispering sweet words in my ear as his fingers rubbed up and down my arm.
I would never get used to the small touches from Jared.
The way he would press his lips to my neck or skim his fingers down my arm.
Maybe that was the problem with most relationships. People didn’t appreciate the small things; the small touches and glances, when they should, because those small things add up to bigger things. Those small things are what make life worth living for.
EPILOGUE ONE YEAR LATER
I DON’T KNOW WHEN I STOPPED BEING A VICTIM.
It wasn’t something that happened over night.
It took time.
A long time.
All I know, is eventually, I stopped living because of my past, and started living for my future.
“Are you ready, Katy?” Karlie bounced into the room.
I took a deep breath.
Was I ready?
I was most definitely ready; there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in my body as I strode forward.
I nodded and met her at the door.
“You look beautiful,” I smiled, fingering the purple fabric of her dress.
“Not as beautiful as you. You’re a stunning bride, Katy,” she led me out of the room and down the hallway.
Rollo met us halfway. “Ready, baby cakes?” he asked.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in all my life,” I answered without hesitation.
“I can’t believe you asked me to give you away,” Rollo said, tearing up.
“I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it,” I kissed his cheek.