Undone (The Unexpected Series Book 2) (17 page)

His hips roll into mine hitting just the right spot. Both legs now drawn up, I let them shamelessly fall to the side. When his hands reach down to the lace covered center and pushes it aside he growls. “You definitely feel sure.”

His large fingers dive into me and I yell out in surprise with how much just two of them fill me. He moves them in and out with such precision he has me over the edge in mere seconds.

“We need less clothing, Jace,” I plead, after the high subsides, pulling on the hem of his shirt. I’ve gone crazed and my body hungers for him again in the most intense way.

Pushing himself up off me his eyes grow fierce, hungry. Reaching down he grabs the edge of my panties and pulls all the way down stepping off the bed. His arms go behind his head pulling his shirt over and I can see sweat showcasing his rippling abs. With no bashfulness, he rips his shorts down exposing the python that he had nicely tucked into my mouth again yesterday. I need it inside me.

He reaches down and strokes himself a few times before he grabs my ankles and hauls me to the edge as he stands. Slowly, he lowers his mouth between my legs and I almost buck him off me. It feels incredible. Every nerve ending is getting its fair share of his fantastic tongue. Just as I’m about to scream out in repeated pleasure, he stops.

“Keep going, damn it!” I yell. I don’t like teasing.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just remembered I don’t have condoms. This is all we can do tonight. I’m so sorry.”

He lowers his mouth again, and I place my hand on the top of his head. “My bag. There’s a condom in my bag. Top pocket. Please hurry.”

He laughs. “Greedy, huh?”

“Fucking hurry up before I change my mind, Jace.” I joke pointing towards the bag and propping myself up on my elbows.

“I love when you sweet talk me, baby.” He jokes back but retrieves the bag and hands it to me.

“Come here.” After I’m done digging for the protection, I reach out to him as I sit up. He stills at the edge of the bed as I roll the condom on completely and pull him closer so not even a breath could pass between the two of us. “I want this. Now. Here. With you. Just you.”

“Just me.” A moan slips out from between his lips as he slides into me.

I open my legs wider to accept all of him and throw my head back pushing my breasts up to his waiting tongue. His pace is slow, sensual and I feel like I’m about to explode. Every push, every pull, I can feel each inch gliding against my inner walls. It’s like Heaven and Hell all rolled into one. He peppers kisses up my chest and finds my mouth. His tongue invades mine, matching each thrust inside me. It’s more than my body can handle.

I’m used to the aggressive fucking. I don’t know if I like this slow shit.

“Jace, you need to move faster. You’re teasing me.” I push myself into him, goading him to pick up the pace.

“You want it fast, baby?” He complies, gripping me on my ass and plunging harder into me. He’s thrusting deeper but his pace remains the same.

“Faster, Jace. Please,” I beg. I’ve turned into a beggar.

“If I go faster, Noe, I’m going to come.” His head falls into my shoulder and I can feel his restraint.

“If you go faster I’m going to come, Jace.” I bite his ear hoping to spark a fire.

He stops and leans away, lightly pushing at me. “Lay down,” he commands and I immediately fall down to my back, my ass still at the edge of the bed. “Hold on.”

Sweet and gentle Jace has been replaced with Holy Fucking Shit Jace as he grabs the back of my knees and starts pounding into me like a jackhammer. That familiar tingle rising inside me where our bodies are connected.

His neck is strained, his face red. “Look at those tits bouncing up and down.” He breathes out. “Fucking perfect.”

My moans grow louder. I can’t think of anything else except the pleasure that has taken over as his body gives me what I crave. Release. I call out his name in ecstasy. He reaches down and swirls my clit around between his fingers extending the mind blowing orgasm. It’s euphoric and then a third, and equally exhilarating, orgasm rips through me.

He slows and waits for me to come down from my high before he orders me to flip over.

Entering me from behind, he grips my hips and warns me, yet again, to hold on. I grab the comforter as tight as I can and lay my cheek down onto the bed. He starts up his punishing pace and another orgasm starts to rise to the surface.

There’s no way I can come a fourth time.

“Fuck, Noelle,” he cries out, and I’m immediately thrown back five weeks when Trent said those same words.

Trent.

As soon as his face invades my thoughts I come again. Hard.

~~

I now associate sex with guilt. I felt guilty with Trent when I thought I was letting my hormones control my thoughts and feelings. Now, I feel guilty that I imagined another man while with Jace, and I came the hardest I have in my entire life.

“I think that’s a record for me.” Jace’s motionless body lies next to me as we stare up at the ceiling.

“Hmm?” I ask, looking to get my head on straight.

“Four orgasms. Damn.” He rolls over halfway covering my body with his, one finger trailing up my body from hip to shoulder. “Your body is very receptive to me.”

My lips curve up in a smile. “That was a record for me too.”

“There’s that smile. You know whenever you frown you are more than welcome to come over here and let me do that again.” His lashes, long and thick, come down in a wink and I can’t help but grin.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I laugh nipping his lip between my teeth.

“HELLO!” A female voice booms through the house with a slam of the front door.

“Shit,” Jace says sitting straight up. “I forgot Valerie was coming over to go over our accounts. Do you mind?”

I don’t think at this point I have a choice since she is already here and he is halfway dressed.

“No, go ahead. I’ll be out in a few.” Before my sentence is finished he has exited the room and I hear him greeting her.

Quickly, I run myself through the shower and throw on some comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. Walking out of the room I find both of them in his makeshift office. Valerie is barely dressed in a black sports bra and bike shorts. Her breasts are inches away from Jace’s face as they look at some papers on his desk.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t know this would take this long.” He notices me standing there and then looks at Valerie. “Can we look over this tomorrow?”

“Sure.” She adjusts her sports bra so her nipples are covered and stands straight, mumbling a goodbye and eyeing me just a bit.

I normally don’t get jealous but right now it consumes me. If she gets any closer to him I’m going to punch her so hard in her snot box her g-spot will feel it.

After she’s gone I cross my arms over my chest and just stare at him. When he still doesn’t acknowledge me, I stomp my way to the living room like a toddler.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Noelle?” Jace asks storming up behind me.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with ME? I didn’t have some girl’s tits in my face for the past half an hour!” I yell bringing myself back around to face him.

“Valerie? Are you kidding?” He asks astonished.

“Yes, Valerie! She had her boobs so close to your face you could have checked the number on her implants!”

“So, you get mad over Valerie showing me bank statements in her workout clothes but it’s perfectly okay for Trent to feel you up in a bathroom at a fucking baseball game?” His face is challenging. Begging me to deny it.

I don’t. I just stay silent.

“Noelle.” He walks to me grabbing me around the waist. “I know what we have is unconventional. You’re not chained to me, but please, I’m pleading with you, don’t ruin the fantastic night we just had.”

“Okay,” I agree placing my cheek on his chest. “I’m sorry.”

I have no right to be jealous. None. He wasn’t doing anything wrong. I’m the one imagining someone else during sex.

~~

It’s past 9:00 A.M., and I’m late. I’m never late, and Hadley is going to kill me. I told her I would open up the office this morning so she could sleep in after a concert last night. So, with my luck, I would be adjusting all my clothing as I leave Jace’s house and Trent is at his truck with Alex placing Jason in the car seat.

I can see the disappointment and hurt all the way on this side of the street.

There goes that guilt shit again.

Have you ever driven your car, cracked your windshield and a tiny chip in the glass appears? Then the more you drive it, put it out there to weather the storm, the bigger that chip gets. The crack spreads out like spider veins, obstructing your view.

Well, my heart chipped the day I told Noelle I loved her. And now cracks radiate throughout my heart as I watch her running out of Jace’s house dressing herself, knowing they were together last night.

Her eyes look guilty. Even from this far I can see that. I can’t move. My feet are planted firmly where I stand

“Trent?” Alex calls through the cab of my four door truck. Her skin tight on her thinning face, eyes slightly sunken in.

She hasn’t been eating much. It’s scary to watch her deteriorate but her face could light up a city when Jason is around. I’m sad she missed so much of his life and won’t be in it after a few more months.

I could’ve loved her if she’d stayed. Taken care of her. Been there during all her struggles. She didn’t afford me that opportunity and now my heart belongs to someone else. I can’t hold a grudge for it. Life is way too short to hold things against others. I want to make the last months of her life memorable for not only her but for Jason. He is the most important person in our lives, and he deserves the precious few moments with her.

Lately we have been working on her bucket list. If I’m not at a jobsite, I am helping her achieve some of the things she always dreamed of and some things she wants to experience again. Today, she wants to ride on the ferris wheel at Navy Pier, and I’m terrified.

“Yea, I’m sorry. Just thinking about how high we’re going to be.” I laugh though my knees go a bit weak at the thought.

“Funny, but don’t you work on skyscrapers?” She asks buckling Jason in and jumping in the passenger seat.

“I make my employees do that.” I try to joke but my words come out sad.

“Trent.” Alex’s hand comes over the console and grips mine weakly. “You need to tell her about me. I’m fine with it. I promise.”

“No, and that’s the end of it. I won’t lose focus of what’s important right now and I won’t use you to make her choose me. As much as I love her I need to do this right now. For you. For Jason.” I drop her hold and place both hands on the steering wheel.

She sighs in defeat, dropping the subject.

Alex has been trying to convince me to go for what my heart wants since I broke down and told her everything. She wants me to be happy. She wants to leave this world knowing I’m with who I want to be with and she wants Jason to have a mom. A female to hug him and spoil him like a mother should. I would love nothing more than to make Noelle my wife, Jason’s stepmom. In a perfect world, Alex would be that mother to him and Noelle would adore him right along with her. But it’s not a perfect world. Alex is going to die and Noelle belongs to Jace. I just don’t have time for that battle.

~~

My feet drag along the concrete as I twist and turn through the line to get on the ferris wheel. It’s one hundred fifty feet of pure terror and if I wasn’t holding onto the railing I would most likely collapse, but Alex wants to do it and I won’t deny her that.

“I want to feel on top of the world,” she explained earlier today. “I want to look around and see as far as my eyes will allow and know that after I’m gone that beautiful world will give my son endless possibilities.”

So, here I am, bribing the attendant to stop our car at the top for a few extra minutes.

“Come on, little man, we’re up!” Alex calls out to an awe struck Jason. His eyes are wide with excitement and when we step into our red cage of doom he bolts right for the bench on the left and jumps up.

Alex takes the spot next to him and I am left on the other side gripping the edge like it will save me if this damn thing falls.