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“Before I give this to you, your father made me promise not to let you see it until you had found someone. He wanted you to first find love, for fear that you would forever turn your back on it if you read this first.”
“What the hell is it?” I ask, scowling at the book in his hand like it’s a ticking timebomb.
“It’s the rest of your father’s diary; the part he held back from you,” he explains before placing it inside of my hand. “He gave you the part that explains how he met your mother, but this will tell the rest of it. Neither I nor Jake can fully explain it with the words your father could. He always was creative, both with his music and his words. How do you think he managed to catch someone as beautiful as your mother?”
I ignore his attempt at humor, and instead bring the book close to my chest, as if protecting it from anyone taking it away from me.
“Have you read it?” I ask Jake with rage in my voice. He simply nods but with a resolute expression on his face. “How the fuck has he had access to it when I haven’t? I’m his flesh and blood for Christ’s sake!”
“It was your father’s wish,” Lenny says quietly, “you’ll see why when you read it.”
As I begin to stomp away, fearing that I’ll do or say something I might later regret, Jake suddenly grabs hold of my elbow. He’s given a filthy look before I snatch my arm away from his grip. He looks just as annoyed, though he doesn’t try to reach out for me again.
“I have only done what your father wished for,” he says sadly, “I haven’t kept secrets from you on purpose. The situation with Jess was different; it was something painful we both had to endure for years. It wasn’t just my story to tell, she had to do that first. Truthfully, I haven’t been able to tell anyone about what happened, not fully anyway. But your father’s memoir was all his; I had no choice but to adhere to his wishes.”
“We’ll see,” I mutter bitterly before striding out back, hoping to God neither of them follows me.
Chapter 17
Jessie
The door opens quietly, allowing the light from the hallway to filter through. A heavy sigh escapes from his lips and with it the sound of his sadness, yet another stress that has just landed on his tired shoulders. I stay still, pretending to be asleep in case he wants this time alone and without questions. He slips inside the bathroom, where I hear the sound of the shower running. It lasts for much longer than a regular shower, but eventually, it ends, and he comes out and climbs into bed behind me. His cold arms wrap around me, as if clinging onto me for dear life. He’s hurting and he needs me.
“Warren,” I whisper, “talk to me.”
“I love you,” he says, and I find myself smiling. I turn over to kiss his lips while I cup his bristly chin.
“And I love you, but I’m worried that something has happened,” I tell him. He doesn’t answer me straight away, just looks at me as though he’s seeking the answers to all his problems. When he smiles at me, I give him the same back and let him kiss me with an intensity that is well becoming an addiction.
“I need you,” he whispers between his open-mouthed kisses to my neck and shoulder. He moves over me, sinking between my thighs that open for him.
“I’m starting to believe I will always need you, Warren,” I moan as he moves slowly down my body. His hands massage my breasts while his mouth dips between my lips below. At first, he teases me, but soon he is ravishing me with a pressure and a speed that has me gasping for breath. My need for release begins to build, torturing me with its presence being just within reach. My hips begin to rise to meet his lips more greedily, to chase that high with him. He pushes me back down to the mattress and smiles against my clit before pulsing me with his fingers. It is barely a few moments before I detonate.
“Give it to me, Jess, all of it!” he says as I come undone and groan with such a noise, I’m afraid Jake will hear.
“Now you,” I gasp as I pull myself up to sitting. I get off the bed and watch as he looks up at me with a mischievous grin on his face. “Lie back and legs apart, Warren!”
“Yes, Ma'am,” he says with a huge smile on his face. “I could get used to this dominant side of you.”
I merely smile at him before settling between his thighs to take him inside of my mouth. The saltiness hits me first, his arousal touching my tongue, before I begin exploring all of him. He obviously enjoys what I’m doing for he hisses and begins stroking my hair with a growing pressure on my scalp. As I begin to take him at more of a pace, his hips start to move with me at a pace he cannot control. My free hand reaches up to move over his powerful abs, exploring the rivulets of each muscle. As we move together as one, he emits a few curses through his clenched teeth, telling me he is either fighting off his high or chasing it.
“Stay with me till the end, Warren,” I instruct.
“Fuck, are you sure?” he moans.
“With you, always,” I tell him before returning to what he is so desperately craving from me.
He holds off for as long as he can, but I soon taste him coating my tongue, and all with a gasp of release from him. His hand stills on my head as I eventually slow down and rest against him.
“Come here, baby,” he whispers, and I do.
“How did I do for my first time?” I ask with a shy smile.
“Amazing, Jess,” he says as he strokes my hair, “you are just amazing!”
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