Alive (Mended Hearts #1) (15 page)

“I stopped sleeping with her five months ago
,” he says, casting his eyes to the floor. Hmm…

“And why did you do that? Get bored
, did you? Though, I have to say, two months is a long time for you to keep the same sexual partner. I thought you only went with the same person once. I’m surprised,” I say, disdain dripping from my voice.

“That’s enough
, Maisie. Now isn’t the time for this. Come on. Let’s go to my house.” I’d forgotten that Jesse was listening. He holds my hand, trying to pull me away. He succeeds, of course.

“This isn’t over
, Jake Peterson,” I warn, staring at my brother one last time. “You can stop dragging me now, Jesse.”

“I will when we are on my bike and on the way to
my home,” he says, leaving no room to argue.

Deep down
, I’m glad that Jesse pulled me away. I would have regretted not confronting Jake in private. I’ll thank him later, but right now, I’m too pissed.

“Get your pretty little behind on that seat
,” Jesse commands, patting the seat.

“Yes
, sir,” I reply, obeying.

“Good girl.” I laugh at his sarcastic praise.

The whole way to Jesse’s house, my mind keeps wondering what happened after they stopped sleeping together. I know I’m going to have to talk to Chloe about this. I’m just not looking forward to it.

****

As we step into Jesse’s house, the comforting smell that I smelt yesterday hits my nose. It smells like cinnamon, maybe from a candle or scent sticks. I’m not sure. All I know is that I feel at home.

Jesse’s mom is
sitting on the sofa, a book in hand. She looks relaxed. I wish I could say the same for me. I’m all knotted up. If I had the money, I would be paying for a massage right now.

“Oh
, hello, Maisie Love,” Jesse’s mom says, putting her book down to make her way over to me. “You look beautiful, dear. Please excuse my relaxed state of PJs. It’s Sunday, which means it’s PJ day for me,” she says, pulling me in for a hug.

I don’t usually like hugs from people I don’t
really know, but Anna has made me feel so welcome. I love her already.

“Nice to see you too
, Mom,” Jesse speaks up from next to me.

“Oh
, Jesse, you know I love seeing you. Stop being so silly,” Anna says, swatting his shoulder lovingly.

“I’m going to get a drink. Do you want one
, Firecracker?” he asks, looking at me expectantly.

“Water’s fine, thanks.” Turning back
toward Anna, I say, “I don’t mind. I wish I had brought my PJs. Then I could have relaxed with you.” She laughs at that. “Are you reading anything good? I finished my book the other night, so need a new one. Do you recommend any?” I love reading just before I go to bed. I’ve lost count of how many book boyfriends I have; there are just too many. I especially love my cowboys, but a good CEO is a close second.

“It’s a
debut novel that just came out called ‘Silver Lining’ by a new author named EJ Shortall. I’m loving it so far. I only started it last night and am already over half way through. I truly do recommend it if you love a good CEO story. I wouldn’t mind one night with a CEO, especially one like the ones I read about.” Anna winks at me, making me laugh. Who would have thought she had a dirty streak?

“Oh
, mom, please. Too much information,” Jesse says, choosing the wrong time to come into the living room. He looks quite pale from what he just heard his mom saying.

“Oh
, Jesse, stop being such a prude. Just because I haven’t had sex in a long time, doesn’t mean I still don’t know how to get down and dirty. I’m just saying, I could probably show these CEOs a thing or two.” She puts her hands on her hips, acting all serious. I can’t help but burst into laughter.

If Jesse looked pale before, he looks ghost white now.

“I think I’m going to be sick. Excuse me, please, while I go and throw my guts up into the toilet.” He shudders before leaving the room. I think it’s for the best. No child wants to hear their parents talking about having sex. I’m no exception. However, this is Jesse’s mom, not mine, so it’s comical too me.

“Poor boy.
Anyway, as I was saying, yes, I think you will enjoy it. You can borrow it after me if you would like. I’ll probably be finished by tonight. I can’t seem to put it down.” With that, she sits back down, the book in her lap.

“That would be
great. Thank you. Well, I’ll leave you to fantasize. Happy reading.”

Walking into what I’m guessing is Jesse’s room, I take it all in. I’ve not been in here yet. When I came
over yesterday, we stayed downstairs.

He has cream colored walls, with shelves holding trophies
; football trophies from what I can tell.   

A navy blue comforter adorns his double bed, which is in the middle of the back wall. There is also a dark wood wardrobe and a desk with a laptop sitting on top. I thought his room would have been darker, going by the clothes he usually wears.

“Do you like my room?” Jesse asks from behind me. I jump. I was so engrossed in taking everything in that I didn’t realize he wasn’t in here.

“Jesus Christ
, Jesse. Will you stop creeping up on me? Remember what happened last time you did that? I don’t want to have to repeat it,” I tell him seriously. He just laughs at me. “Don’t test me, Jesse. I will do it again,” I warn.

“Sweetie, give it
your best shot.” He crouches down so that he’s eye level with me, daring me to do it again. Fine then. If he wants me to so badly...

I pull
my arm back and swing it forward, aiming for his nose. He captures my hand before I ever have a chance to make contact. Fuck. His reflexes are fast.

“It’s a good
thing I’m fast. Remind me never to dare you again. You’re in trouble now, though, for trying to ruin my pretty face,” he says chuckling.

Next thing I know, I’m lying down on my back in the middle of his bed. Wow, that was fast. Jesse pins me down beneath him,
and then starts tickling me. No. Anything but this. I’m so ticklish. “
Jesse! Stop!
” I scream, squirming and trying to get him off of me. It’s no use. He’s like a huge brick above me.

“
Jesse, please. I’m sorry!”
I’m laughing so hard now that my eyes are watering, probably ruining the small amount of make-up that I have on.

“This is your punishment. Will you do it again?” he asks, staring into my eyes. God
, he’s so beautiful, especially with the carefree look he has on his face at the moment.

“No
, I won’t.” I’ll say anything right now to get him to stop. As soon as he does, he’s getting it.

“Can I trust you?” Jesse asks, raising his eyebrows. He’s in trouble as soon as I’m loose.

“Yes, Jesse,” I answer in my most trustworthy voice.

As soon as he lets go of me, I start tickling him. He doesn’t even react. Oh no
. I’ve got a boyfriend who isn’t ticklish. What am I going to do now when he decides to do it to me?

Trying another tactic, I go for his pressure point next to his collar bone. I don’t even get near it before Jesse starts his torture again. “
Jesse, stop! I’m sorry. I really am.
” I’m going to pee myself if he doesn’t stop. “
Stop! I’m going to pee myself. Get off of me!
” I use all of my strength trying to push him off, but he doesn’t budge. Dammit. I’m going to pee myself in the next ten seconds if he doesn’t stop. “
Seriously, get off of me.
” I’m still laughing, so he’s not going to take me seriously. I wish I wasn’t ticklish.

“If I
stop, you’ll just attack again,” he says laughing.

“I won’t. I have to pee,” I beg. “Please
, let me go.”

“Okay.” He gives up, lying down on top of me.

What did I need to do again? I can feel the hardness of his body pressed against mine, robbing me of all thoughts except dirty ones.

I’m panting loudly beneath him,
partly from laughing so much, but also from the contact we have right now. Staring into his eyes, I see he’s staring at my lips. I unconsciously bite my lower lip. This makes him groan.

“You have no idea what you biting your lip
does to me, do you?” Jesse asks, growling. I have a pretty good idea, but I’m going to act clueless.

“No
. What does it do, Jesse?” I ask innocently.

“This,” he growls, smashing his lips against mine roughly. I’m too turned on right now to care about the pain.

His tongue seeks entry, so I let him in.

“
Mmm,” I moan into his mouth.

Tangling my hands into his hair, I deepen the kiss. I love the feel of it running through my fingers.

“Jesus, Maisie. I’ll never get enough of you,” he says into my mouth, still kissing me. He’s such a talented kisser.

“I’m all yours,” I reply boldly.

I need more of him. As if hearing my thoughts, Jesse’s hands wonder down my body, resting on my bum. He gives it a little squeeze, being gentle. I don’t want gentle right now. I need rough Jesse.

“Jesse, please
,” I beg, lifting my hips up. I need him to touch me more.

“What
, Maisie? Tell me what you want,” he whispers, starting to nibble my ear.

“Oh God.
So good,” I moan, loving the warmth from his mouth on my ear. It sends tingles all the way to my sex. I’m so wet right now. My panties are probably soaked from my juices.

“What do you want
, Maisie?” He grinds his hips into my sex, sending another wave of tingles through my body.

What do I want? Am I ready to
have sex with him? Do I want to have sex with him?

Right now, yes I do. Will I regret it later? I don’t think so. This is the man I love. I’m ready. “I want you
, Jesse,” I moan out as he grinds his hips again.

Hell yes
, I am ready if he has this effect on me already. We’re hardly doing anything, and I’m close to climaxing.

“Where do you want me? Here?” he asks, his hands rubbing over my aching breasts. My nipples harden instantly, straining painfully again my bra. “Let
’s get this off.” He pulls my t-shirt over the top of my head in one move, leaving me lying in just my white lacy bra. “Hmm. So. Beautiful,” he says, between kissing the top of my breasts. “Can I take it off?”

I nod my head yes. Leaning forward, he
unhooks the clasps one handed. He’s obviously done this before, but now isn’t the time to dwell on that. I don’t want to be distracted from the trance that we are in.

Jesse lowers his head, his hot breath tickling my hard nipple. His tongue snakes out, swirling around my left nipple, getting a taste.

“You have such perfect breasts. Just the right size.” He cups them to demonstrate what he means, his cold hands causing goose bumps to surface on my breasts. His lips lock on my right nipple this time, sucking, while his fingers pinch my other one. “Mmm, you taste so good, baby,” he muffles.

“
Ohhhh,” I moan from the pleasure and pain that he is giving me.

He bites my nipple
, causing me to cry out, before moving to give the other one attention. His fingers replace his mouth, rubbing my stinging nipple. He repeats the process again, causing me to get more and more worked up. I’m a mess of grinding hips and panting breaths right now.

“You look so sexy squirming underneath me.” I haven’t been able to look into Jesse’s eyes
yet, and now that I have... Oh my God, they are clouded with lust. It’s such a turn on. I’m sure mine look exactly like his do right now.

“I need more.
Please,”
I moan, needing to feel more of what he has to give.

He chuckles at my impatience. “Stop rushing me. You will get more. Oh baby, trust me
. You will get more, but I want to savor your body. I want this engrained into my memory forever.” That has to be the hottest thing anybody has ever said to me. I nod my head in understanding, watching him move down the bed as he starts to pull my yoga pants off.

After throwing
my yoga pants onto the floor, Jesse surveys my body from head to toe, an appreciative look on his face. I wish I could see and feel his body. “Take your shirt off,” I order, leaning on my elbows to get a better view of him.

“Yes
, ma’am,” he replies, saluting me.

He lifts his t-shirt up over his head in one swift move, chucking it on the floor next to my clothes.
“Now your jeans.”

When he’s taken his jeans off, I curl my fingers at him, demanding him to come here. I’ve never been bold in the bedroom before, but with Jesse
, I feel comfortable. A side of me I never knew existed is shining through.

Feeling Jesse’s rock hard abs on top of me, I run my hands down his back,
getting acquainted with the contours of muscles there. He really is a fine piece of art. If I had to define perfection, Jesse would be it.