Chapter EIGHT
Exhausted from the night before, they fell asleep together on the couch. The next morning, when she opened her eyes to the sound of a phone ringing, his arms were still fully wrapped around her. The towel tucked around her body had come undone, and she was exposed. Britton wanted him to open his eyes and see her. She wanted her body to be in his sights, and she wanted him to crave it.
She pushed back, hoping that her movement would wake him up. He stirred, and drew her in closer, splaying his hands against her bare breast. This sensation woke him up and he lazily caressed her, finding her nipple and bringing it to a point. His fingers danced around her chest, calling her body toward his. She turned around to him, wanting more, and his eyes met hers.
Jagger wanted them to start fresh. He wanted to erase his actions from the night before and meet her again for the first time to repair the damage he'd caused all those years ago.
“You are stunning.”
“Thank you.”
“Can I kiss you?”
Britton was taken aback by his sincere request. He certainly hadn’t asked any questions the night before. Her smile grew, and she nodded. He took a deep breath and their lips met. It was a slow kiss, but every move was precise. He wanted her to know with every twitch of his lips that he was still crazy about her, and in that moment he didn’t care if it took him years to prove it. He would make up for leaving her after the car crash. He would make up for tying her to the bed with a frayed rope. He would make up for any emotional damage he inflicted on her the past ten years. His phone rang again, and she pulled away.
“You can answer that.”
“It can’t be more important than you are right now.”
She reached up and pulled his lips back to hers. She wanted his clothes off. She wanted their naked bodies to feel each other’s warmth. His hands cupped behind her back and tensed, sending a cascade of goose bumps up her spine. He noticed the effect his touch had and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Hey! Don’t laugh at me.” she cooed.
“It’s just nice to know I can still do this to you.”
She batted at his arm playfully, making him hunger to pin her down and punish her. That wasn’t what he wanted today to be about, though. Today was about slowly rediscovering the beautiful being lying in front of him. The girl he had fallen in love with was now a woman, and he was prepared to fall in love with her all over again. He placed his finger on her cheek and traced the outline of her face.
He reached her lips and stole a kiss. He ran his finger down her chin and slid slowly down her neck, reaching the curve of her collarbone. She lengthened her neck toward him. His hands continued, finding her defined shoulders. She moved her hands up, grasping for his arms, but he smiled and shook his head slowly.
“No. Relax.”
“But…” She was struggling to keep her yearning at bay.
“No. This is about you.”
His fingers rounded the mounds of her breasts, and she pushed herself into his palm. He retreated, falling south, and traced the faint lines of her abdomen, circling her navel, and making his way toward her hips. The tension was excruciating, and she couldn't help the small moans that escaped her mouth. He loved this, and it only made him slow his fingers down. He journeyed down the sides of her legs, sketching the curves of her distinct muscles. He found himself wondering what she did to keep her body in such perfect shape, but decided questions like those would have to wait for another day. There would be another day. He would make sure of it.
He rounded her heels, tickling the bottoms of her feet as he skimmed his way back up. Her towel had now fallen to the floor and he could see his destination. He tickled her untouched inner thighs to warn her that he was about to satisfy her desires. He slowed his movement even more, lowered himself closer, and softly blew in her direction. She shook with anticipation. He pressed softly down on her lower belly to lift her pelvis, and his fingers found their purpose.
Britton gasped at his contact. Her eyes shot open and her lips parted. That was all Jagger could have hoped for. Seeing the pleasure on her face filled him. He retreated and lowered himself on top of her. His mouth found hers and they kissed. Britton tried to speed things up, but Jagger took control, keeping her craving. He pulled away and tugged his t-shirt over his head.
In the broad daylight, Britton could see every muscle and every scar. She remembered most of them, even witnessing some of them created first hand when his father would find them alone together, but there were quite a few new ones. She wondered if they were inflicted by his father, or if they had come from the years of wear and tear with the motorcycle gang.
Jagger saw her face change as he pulled off his shirt, and knew he had found his chance to gain back control. He took her up into his arms and walked down the hall into the bedroom. He slowly laid her down on the bed and kissed her, faster and deeper than his kisses before...he wanted her aroused and free from the concern and worry that he'd just seen wash over her at the sight of his scars. He pulled a scarf from her nightstand and wrapped it around her eyes.
He took a step back, admiring her willing body. He quickly undressed and slowly lowered himself on top of her. She felt his virility press into her stomach, and she fought the excitement that consumed her. Jagger used his knees to spread her legs and opened her up to him. He found her, teasing her within a beat of her peak, and then swiftly entered her warmth. She arched with acceptance, attempting to take power over the situation. He pushed her down, grabbed her hips, and slowed his motion. He wanted her to feel everything. He wanted her to want him so badly that it hurt. He wanted her to forget David.
As Jagger thought of him, and that kiss they shared right in front of him, his anger grew. He sped up, pushing himself into her, ignoring her screams. He wanted David to witness this. He wanted to tie David up and force him to watch the pleasure she was experiencing from his cock. He pushed, faster and harder as his thoughts could not escape the holds of the other man who had been inside his Britton. His Britton.
She couldn’t keep quiet any longer. She called to him, needing him to finish.
“Jagger.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, my...please.”
He answered by rapidly grabbing her hips and lifting her up onto him. Once more he flooded her and they both released. Jagger collapsed, his body falling onto hers. They continued their cries of pleasure together as their gasping subsided, and their breathing returned to normal. He pulled the blindfold from her face and stared deep into her eyes. How had he let her out of his life for so long? She was his beginning, and she would be his future. They both lay there, silent, reveling in the previous moments. He wanted to turn to her and command that their relationship begin anew within the last few hours. He wanted to erase her memory of the previous night’s interrogation. He looked at her, wishing he could read her mind.
Britton kept staring at the ceiling, not meeting his eye, wishing that this were all real.