Elle
Jeremiah tried not to meet my gaze. He wouldn’t look at me for more than a second, but he stole glances in my direction as he lowered himself to clean up the mess on
the floor.
My lips felt warm and tingly, and I could still feel his mouth against mine. His tongue sliding over my own.
I’d felt his erection pressing against me when I straddled him. His hands nearly ripped off my clothes.
But then I knocked the plate off the table, and it ended so suddenly.
I cursed myself for being so clumsy.
For being so careless.
In more ways than one.
I shouldn’t be kissing him; he was my dad’s best friend. Yes, I’d had a crush on him for as long as I could remember, but that didn’t mean it should become a reality.
Especially with everything going on.
“Here, let me help you,” I mumbled, hurrying to the closet in the hallway outside of the kitchen. I grabbed the broom and dustpan, and Jeremiah took the broom from me.
I knelt, dustpan in hand.
“I’ve got it,” he grumbled. “You should go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I retorted. “I came over to help you, and that’s what I’m going to do.”
“You’ve helped enough.” He swept the mess into the dustpan I was holding. He didn’t fight me about that, at least.
“We haven’t figured out what we’re going to do about this problem yet.”
“We don’t have to do it tonight.”
“If not now, when? You can’t continue to avoid the issue.” My voice was raised. I stared up at him as he finished sweeping the glass. Once the floor was clear, I stood and walked over to the trash can to dump the mess into it.
“I’m not avoiding anything. I know I’m innocent and the truth will come out eventually.” As he said those words, his voice shook. Just a bit. He wanted to believe it, he kept telling himself that, but he had some doubts.
“Yeah, because innocent people never end up behind bars,” I said dryly, rolling my eyes as I turned to face him. “Spoiler alert, Jeremiah. They do. All the damned time. And I don’t want you to be one of them. Your daughters need you.”
He looked me dead in the eyes, and it took my breath away. I felt like I couldn’t breathe for a second, and that look alone could warm a whole house on a cold winter’s night.
I wasn’t aware of my feet moving forward until I was standing right in front of him. He stared down at me, towering over me. His jaw was set tight, his lips pursed as if he was trying to keep them shut.
Or keep them away from mine.
I licked my lips, remembering how surprisingly soft his had felt. For such a rough, tough man, his kiss had been gentler than I’d expected.
Filled with need, but soft and sweet at the same time.
That summed up Jeremiah perfectly, in my opinion. He was tough on the outside, but warm and gooey on the inside. And very few people got to see the gooey center of him. I was one of the lucky few.
“Elle, I have a lawyer. We can handle this without your help.” His words were stern, almost like he was talking to his daughter.
“And you also have a journalist, someone with detective skills that rival the FBI’s.” Maybe a slight exaggeration, but oh well. I was good and I knew it. No need to water it down and pretend to be humble.
“You’re so damn stubborn, do you know that?”
I cracked a smile. “Admit it, you always liked that part of me.”
“Sometimes. But sometimes it’s a tad bit annoying.”
His face moved closer to mine; his hand was on my arm. All of it happened in a blink of an eye.
“How do you feel now?” I asked, breathless. I licked my lips again and stood on my tiptoes, trying to lift myself to his height.
He leaned down to meet me, his lips pressing into mine. He answered the question not with his words, but with his body.
He held onto my arms, backing us both up until I was pressed against the counter. Jeremiah’s hungry hands pulled at my top, yanking it up over my head and disposing it onto the ground.
He grabbed my ass, lifting me off the floor and sitting me on the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he pressed against me. His erection rubbed my most sensitive parts, only the clothing separating us.
And he was making quick work of my skirt, lifting it up. I fumbled with his belt, then his zipper. I needed to free him from those jeans.
I needed to feel him against me.
Inside me.
Jeremiah’s fingers rubbed against the crotch of my panties; he had to feel the wetness. He had to see how much I wanted him, how much I needed him. How much I craved him.
His fingers slipped inside my panties, circling my clit. I groaned against his mouth. “Please, Jeremiah, I need you.”
He buried his fingers inside me, causing my thighs to shake from pleasure. I gripped his shirt, pulling at it wanting it off, wanting to see him naked. But our position didn’t make it easy, and I soon became lost in the sensation of his fingers stretching me, moving in and out of me.
His lips moved down to my neck, then my cleavage, dotting kisses along my flesh. Sweet, gentle kisses again, but his fingers were anything but sweet inside me. He fingered me like he had a mission in life to make me orgasm as quickly as possible, and it was working.
“Oh God,” I cried out, my entire body tensing. “Oh God, Jeremiah, I’m-”
I never finished the sentence, at least not with words that made any sense. I groaned as I came, and he never let up – even as my body squirmed and flailed.
As the last wave of pleasure washed over me, I knew it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
Reaching down, I slipped his pants over his hips. His boxers too. I took him in my hands, and marvelled at his thickness and length. He was bigger than I expected, though I don’t know why I thought he’d be anything but well-endowed. He was a large man.
Jeremiah moved forward, and I guided him to my opening. He held my panties aside, and before I could even take a breath to prepare myself, he thrust into me. I whimpered, clinging to him for dear life as he stretched me wider than I’d been stretched before. My entire body reacted to his penetration.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice soft. He rested his forehead against mine and, stared into my eyes. “No, not at all. It feels so good.”
“Good.” He began moving in and out of me, and there was so much intensity in his movements. As if he was desperate.
Each thrust seemed to reach deeper and deeper, and I was a ragdoll in his arms. I was pressed against him, my face falling forward, resting in the crook of his neck as he fucked me. There was nothing gentle in that part. He fucked me wildly and with passion, and I loved every moment of it.
My pussy spasmed around his cock, clenching and releasing as I came close to climax again. Jeremiah’s breathing was ragged, his movements more desperate.
Thunderous groans came from his lips.
No, not groans. Growls.
“Jeremiah, I’m close,” I whimpered.
“Cum for me, Elle,” he demanded.
My body exploded with pleasure as I obeyed his command, my orgasm bringing out his own. He thrust into me, one long, deep thrust, and that was it. He remained inside me, his cock pulsing as I spasmed around him.
We came together.
And it was beautiful.
Our bodies remained connected for several moments, until he slipped his cock out of me. A rush of warmth coated my thighs, and it was a beautiful, intimate feeling.
Jeremiah took my face in his hands, forcing me to stare into his eyes. I offered a sleepy smile, but his face was completely serious.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
My smile disappeared. “What do you mean? Don’t be sorry. I wanted it as much as you did, Jeremiah.”
“I know, but you’re Carl’s daughter. It’s wrong.” He stepped away from me, nearly tripping on his pants around his ankles. He pulled them up quickly, not looking at me as he did.
I hopped down from the counter. “Yes, but I’m not a child anymore. I’m a grown-ass woman, and I wanted that as much as you did.”
Jeremiah didn’t speak. He picked up my shirt and handed it to me.
I quickly, jerkily dressed. “If you think this means I’m not going to help you with the case, you’re wrong. I’m still going to do that.”
“It could get ugly, Elle.”
“I know that. I know how these things go, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes. For both you and your girls.”
Jeremiah closed his eyes and a pained expression crossed his face. He knew there was no way he would win this argument. No way. I’d do what I want.
“Can we talk about this another time, please?”
I wanted to keep pushing it, but Jeremiah looked exhausted. He looked on the verge of tears, and that’s saying a lot for a man like him. I only saw him cry once in his life, and that was at my daddy’s funeral.
“Sure, of course. Just know that I’m going to get to work on this as soon as possible.”
He didn’t answer me. He didn’t even acknowledge what I’d said, but I knew he’d heard me. He just knew there was no use arguing with me.
“I’ll leave for now,” I whispered, knowing when Jeremiah was shutting down. If I stayed, it wouldn’t matter. He claimed I was stubborn, but so was he. He would shut down and shut me out for the rest of the night; he needed his space.
I’d give him his space. He had a lot to process, as did I.
I walked toward the hallway, stopping to pick up my jacket.
“You left your other one here too.”
“I can pick it up later,” I said, watching him closely. He nodded. I continued walking, and Jeremiah followed me to the door.
“I’d walk you to the car, but the girls…”
“It’s alright. I’m a big girl.”
I thought about it for a moment and finally decided to go for it. I stood on my tiptoes and brushed my lips against his cheek.
“Talk soon, Jeremiah.”
“Talk soon.”
I walked out to my car, knowing Jeremiah was in the doorway, watching me. The light from his house created a path to my car. I climbed inside, and as I pulled out, I waved at him.
Once I was on the main road, the reality of what we’d done hit me hard.
I just fucked my father’s best friend, who also happened to be the man of my dreams. The man I had compared every other man to for as long as I could remember, and none of them had stacked up.
“Siri, call Josie.”
The phone only rang once. “Hey, feeling better?” my best friend asked over the speakerphone.
“Oh, hell yes. Girl, you have no idea.”