Just One Sip (7 page)

His wet lips curved, not even flinching at the hold I had on him. “Manners?”

My nostrils flared, but I was past the point of caring. I would beg if I needed to. “Please, Jet. Please fuck me.” My eyes closed in relief as he lifted and grabbed onto my hips, yanking me to the edge of his desk. My legs wrapped around his lean hips. Six years had changed his body. He was no longer a sexy as fuck boy. Jet was now a man with broad, wide muscles that any woman would crave to touch. “I’m still on the pill, so we’re good.” I had never cheated on him, and he had never cheated on me. I knew this. We had been faithful to each other since we had
officially
started dating in the third grade—even when we were apart.

He was mine. His cock was mine.

With his hands holding my hips roughly, Jet groaned deep as he pressed the head of his cock inside me, surging in deeper and deeper with each thrust. “It’s been too fucking long, Lucy.”

“Agreed,” I moaned, glancing down where we were joined. He was stretching me so damn wide. “Christ, Jet, did you get bigger?”

“Shut up, Lucy.”

“Okay,” I mumbled but grabbed onto his bulging biceps. I pulled him down on top of me, running my hands over his shoulders to grip around his neck. I needed him close. I needed every inch of him pressed against me.

He understood, gliding his hands up my shoulders to hold me steady while his hips thrust relentlessly against mine. His pace was unyielding as his mouth captured mine in a possessive caress, branding me in pure sensual bliss. Hot and scrumptious, his massive body owned mine. Controlling the pace, controlling my movements. He worked me up, and then petted me down until my head was thrashing back and forth—over and over again, never tiring of teasing and thrilling me at the same time.

“Jet, please!”

“You won’t leave me again,” he ordered against my ear.

“Never.”

“Swear to me, Lucy. Swear that you’ll never leave me.”

“I’ll never leave you, Jet. I swear it.”

He thrust so damn hard, just where I needed it, I screamed his name. And I
flew
.

My body jerked under his as warmth spread throughout my limbs and blew my mind. An all-consuming erotic haze filled my thoughts, seeping into every needing crevice. I groaned in satisfaction as his body tensed over mine, his cock pumping deep inside me as his own completion took him into the wonder world we made together. He and I, always.

Heaving in great gulps of oxygen, I ran my hands through his damp hair as his head dropped onto my right shoulder. He wasn’t breathing any easier than I was. I panted, “My place? It’s closer.” The edge had been taken off…but it had been
six years
. I needed more of this man.

His grip tightened. “Absolutely.”

Present Day

Giddy and relaxed, I swayed my hips to music only I could hear. I flipped pancakes in the pan, making breakfast for Jet and me. This is what I had missed—the deep contentment. The sentiment of being
home
. Last night had been long overdue. Not just the sex—though that had been unbelievable—but the intimate connection that had been missing from our six-year long-distance relationship.

I grinned when Jet walked into my tiny kitchen only wearing his black boxer briefs. He took up a fourth of the room. And though his hair was a blue mess, and he yawned while scratching at the black morning stubble on his jaw, he couldn’t look any better to me. He was who I wanted to wake up to every morning. I merely needed the courage to say I was ready.

“Morning,” he murmured, walking to stand behind me. His warm hands wrapped around my waist, pressing his muscled chest against by back, he bent, placing a light kiss on my cheek and peering at the food. “Mmm. Chocolate chip pancakes. Are you trying to spoil me?”

I giggled, bumping him backward. “Maybe.” I pointed with the spatula to the far cabinet. “Get two plates down, would you? And there’s some juice in the fridge.”

We worked in comfortable silence as we brought breakfast to my small table.

With a mouthful of chocolate goodness, Jet smiled. “You look good in my dress shirt.”

He probably wished it was unbuttoned. I wasn’t going to spoil him that much. Not yet anyway. I laughed softly. “You’re just saying that because you wrecked my bed last night.” The damn thing was lopsided now.

His resulting smirk was unashamed. His dimples were going to kill me one day. “You weren’t complaining.”

I sipped at my orange juice. “No, I wasn’t.”

He took another bite, watching me as I ate in the hush. His words were tender…probing. “You know, this could become a regular occurrence for us.” Jet tilted his messy head toward me. “All you have to do is say when.”

“I know.” My lips twitched, remembering his teasing last night. “Patience is a virtue.”

His black brows rose and his lips quirked. “Fuck patience.”

My eyes ran over his features, all the sharp and hard angles I adored. When I smiled, I knew he could see my love for him shining through. “Really. I’m almost there, Jet.”

He stood, grabbing both of our empty plates. His muscles tightened and released with each of his movements, catching my gaze. Reverently, he kissed my forehead. “I’ll be waiting.”

Singing the pop song I had listened to on the radio driving into to work, I kissed my mom on the cheek as I walked past her. “Morning, Mom.”

“Good morning, hun.” Her blonde brows rose as I shook my hips, dancing and singing as I walked to my office. Ever so gradually, her lips curved into a beaming smile. Leaning against the doorframe, she watched as I took my light jacket off. “Let me guess. You actually listened to your mother last night?”

I sat in a rush onto my chair. Damn, I couldn’t stop smiling. I brushed a blonde hair off my forehead and peered up into her twinkling eyes. “Occasionally, I do.”

She chuckled. All knowing. All
mother
. “I’m surprised you’re walking straight.”

My jaw dropped. “Mom!”

“What? It’s been a long time since—”

“How sore I am is none of your concern.” If she really knew my body ached in delicious places, I would never hear the end of it. I waved a hand toward the kitchen. “Get to work. We open in a half hour.”

She pivoted, rolling off the doorframe with her shoulder, her long skirt twirling around her ankles. She snickered quietly, glancing back at me. “I’ll let you get away with ordering me around this time—since I’m sure it wasn’t you giving the orders last night.”

“Mom!” I sighed heavily in exaggeration.

Her shoulders shrugged before she disappeared beyond my doorway. “He is a Mak,
dear
.”

September 9, 2000 – Age 9

Mrs. Mak sat across the cook’s table in her elegant kitchen. She handed me a cup of warm tea. I
loved
this tea. Though, there were no cookies today. “Jet will be done with his tutoring in a few minutes. Talk with me a bit?”

I nodded, politely sipping at the gifted tea. “My mom said she’d be back for me in two hours.”

“A perfect amount of time for a play date.” Mrs. Mak patted my hand and smiled kindly. “So, sweet Lucy, how is school going? Do you like your teacher this year?”

“It’s all right. I like Ms. Kegan. She’s a lot nicer than Mr. Rupert was.”

“Jet says that, too.” She laughed quietly, glancing out the grand windows. “I can’t imagine you two getting into trouble with this one.”

My cheeks heated, and I stared at my cup of tea. “Probably not.”

“It’s all right, sweetie.” She leaned forward and winked. “I didn’t like Mr. Rupert, either.” The pearls around her neck glistened in the light. She whispered quietly, “He really was a son of a bitch.”

My lips pinched together until I couldn’t contain my silly grin. “My mom said that, too.”

She nodded her head decisively and sat back on her chair. “Your mom is a wise woman.”

I imitated her regal movements, nodding my head grandly. “She says that, too.”

Her lips lifted in a private smile and then glanced over my head. “Mrs. Kline, how did tutoring go today?”

I twisted around on my chair and grinned at seeing Jet standing in the kitchen with his tutor.

“It went very well,” Mrs. Kline stated easily, peering down to Jet with caring eyes. “Jet is mastering all the tricks I’m teaching him. Pretty soon, he won’t need me anymore.”

Jet’s chest puffed, proud of himself. “Hear that, Lucy?”

“I did!” I glanced at Mrs. Mak. “Can we go play now?”

“
May
we play…”

“May we play now?” I corrected.

“You may,” she answered patiently. “I had the game room set up for you two today.”

“Sweet!” I cheered, shoving off my chair. I grabbed Jet’s right hand as we rushed out of the kitchen together. Glancing into Jet’s eyes, I stated, “Your mom is so awesome.”

Present Day

I knocked quietly on Mrs. Mak’s open door. Her room was spacious at Lakeside Center. Jet had spared no expense to make sure his mom had the finest room here. I had driven to Karim Hospital first, only to find out that Mrs. Mak had been discharged. An exotically dark-skinned woman in her mid-thirties, dressed in jeans and a blue t-shirt, glanced up from a book she was reading in the corner by a window that overlooked the lake.

She peered at Mrs. Mak’s sleeping form, where she lay on her plush hospital bed, and then back to me. Speaking softly, she asked, “May I help you?”

I assessed the woman to be the nurse Jet paid if her eagle eye was any indication. “I’m Lucy Plume, a family friend of the Maks. I wanted to sit with Mrs. Mak for a while.”

My name was like a magic invitation since I had returned to Karim. She instantly relaxed her posture, smiling and nodding. “It’s lovely to meet you, Ms. Plume.” She gestured to the chair next to the hospital bed. “Feel free to take a seat. Mrs. Mak should be waking from her nap shortly.”

I walked inside, set my oversized purse on the floor next to bed, and took an easy seat. My attention ran over Mrs. Mak’s bruising. The swelling had gone down, but the color was still as garish. I sighed quietly, relaxed back onto my chair, and surveyed her room. Small tokens from her house surrounded her, surely items Jet had brought in to make it feel more like home for her—even if she couldn’t remember. My gaze halted on the book on her nightstand.