Meant for Love (42 page)

Amused by him, Jenny hooked her arm around his neck and lost herself in the kiss, opening her mouth to the thrusts of his tongue.

And then he pulled back, looking down at her with eyes gone glassy with desire. “Mmm. I’ll need more of that later.”

“You got it. Have a good day.”

“You, too.” After one last short kiss, he was out the door. Gone. Forever.

Jenny woke up sobbing, gasping for breath as the memories flooded her, overwhelming her with the sweetness, the poignancy and the unbearable sadness. And somehow she knew, in her heart of hearts, that she wouldn’t have the dream again and felt like she’d lost him all over again.

Her sobs woke Alex. “What, baby? What’s wrong?”

She was crying so hard she couldn’t speak for a long time.

He held her in his arms, rubbing her back and whispering words of comfort that went straight to her heart.

“I had the dream again,” she said as soon as she was able. “I finally remembered what he said that morning.”

“Oh God, Jenny. Do you want to tell me? I’d understand if you didn’t…”

“I want to tell you.” She took several breaths and wiped the tears from her face before she related their last words to him. “All this time… I couldn’t remember. I knew it was something big, but I didn’t know what. And now…”

“Now you know, and it hurts almost as much as it did the first day.”

“Yes.” That he understood was an incredible gift at a time when she desperately needed it. Her heartbroken sobs filled the room. He held her until there were no tears left, until her head throbbed and her eyes ached from crying. “Why do you suppose I remembered that the same night you and I talked about children?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you were finally ready to hear what he said?”

“I suppose.”

“He was so lucky that you loved him as much as you did. That you continue to love him all these years later. That’s an incredible thing.”

“I’ll always love him.”

“I know, baby, and so does he. That’s why he decided to finally set you free. He wants you to be happy.”

Tears continued to roll slowly down her face. Jenny made no effort to wipe them away. “Do you really believe that?”

“I really do.”

“That means a lot to me.” She kissed his chest. “And I’m glad you’re here. It helps.”

“I’m glad, too. I’d never want you to go through anything so painful alone.” He continued to caress her back in small, soothing circles. “Do you think you can go back to sleep?”

“I don’t know.”

“Want to go for a walk or a ride on the bike or something to clear your mind?”

“If it’s okay, I think I’d rather just stay here with you.”

With his arms tight around her, he kissed her forehead. “It’s more than okay.”

***

On Monday evening, Jenny met her parents at the ferry and took them for pizza at Mario’s before bringing them to see her lighthouse, which they absolutely loved.

“The pictures don’t do it justice, honey,” her mother said. “It’s incredible.”

“I love it.”

“We can see why,” her dad said, taking a close look at her the way he had since her life fell apart. He was always on the lookout for cracks in her veneer. “You look wonderful. I haven’t seen you look so good in… It’s been a while.”

“Yes, it has. Come have a seat. I have stuff to tell you.” Over coffee and dessert, she told them about Alex and how excited she was to have found the same sense of connection she’d had once before.

“Oh, Jenny,” her mom said with a deep sigh as she dabbed at her eyes. “You have no idea how much we’ve hoped to hear you say that. It’s not that you haven’t done fine on your own, but you have so much love to give. And we were hoping… Well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I think he might be the one.” As it had every time since, her belly quivered when she remembered him saying how cute their kids would be.

“Wow,” her dad said. “And this happened recently?”

“Yes, and I know what you’re going to say—”

“You know what we would’ve said once upon a time when you were too young to know your own heart. But we’d never say that now.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Jenny said softly. “I wouldn’t have gotten through this without you guys and Emma and Leah. You’ve kept me going.”

“We’ve taken our cues from you, honey. Your strength has been our strength.”

Her father nodded in agreement.

“When do we get to meet your Alex?”

“Tomorrow night at dinner.”

“We can’t wait.”

Jenny drove them to the McCarthy’s hotel a short time later and sent a text to Alex before she pulled out of the parking lot.
Coast is clear
.

On my way, but I can’t stay over. Paul has an early meeting
.

I’ll take what I can get.

Mmmmmm…

He was there when she got home, and she ran to him, thrilled to see him after the long day without him. She was in so deep and getting deeper all the time. He scooped her up and spun her around, kissing her hard.
 

“Let’s swim.”

“I’ll go change.”

“Let’s do it my way.” He put her down and turned his back to her, bending at the knees. “Hop on.”
 

Jenny put her hands on his shoulders, and he lifted her onto him piggyback style. As he walked them across the lawn, she kissed and nibbled his neck.

“I’m going to drop you if you keep that up.”

“You won’t drop me,” she said confidently.

“No, I won’t.”

They reached the beach, and he put her down. Before she knew what hit her, they were on the sand, wrapped up in each other and kissing with heated desperation. The frenzy of their embrace knocked every thought from her mind that didn’t involve the sweep of his tongue in her mouth and the press of his rigid cock against her belly.

“I thought I was going nuts waiting for you to text me,” he whispered as he kissed his way to the upper slope of her breasts, tugging her tank top down as he went. “All I have to do is think about you, and I’m hard as a fucking rock.”

Fueled by the desperation she heard in his voice, she reached down to cup him and discovered he was, in fact, hard as a rock. His groan seemed to come from the deepest part of him, making his chest rumble against hers.

“I thought you wanted to swim,” she said.

“I do, but that’s not all I want.” He started pulling at her clothes, making her laugh at his fumbling attempts to get her naked.

“Quit laughing at me and help.”

“Why? It’s fun to laugh at you.”

Working together, they stripped each other of denim and cotton and lace. When they were naked, he moved fast, hauling her over his shoulder and running for the water as she screamed with laughter.

“This is what you get for laughing at me.”

“Alex! Don’t!”

But of course he did, and when she came up for air, she blew a mouthful of water in his face.
 

“A declaration of war.” He dunked her again, and she came up sputtering. Then he dove under and grabbed her ankles, pulling her feet out from under her.

Realizing she was outmatched, she called for a time-out and pushed her sopping hair out of her face. “I had no idea you were so mean.”

“Don’t be a sissy. Fight back.”

She saw red at the word “sissy.” Eyeing him shrewdly, she plugged her nose daintily and dropped under the water. It was just dark enough that he couldn’t gauge her intent until she took his hard cock and a gallon of water into her mouth. Since she hadn’t touched him anywhere else, she could tell she’d completely shocked him, because he went rigid. She dragged her teeth gently along his length until he popped free of her mouth, and she floated to the surface, looking up at him triumphantly. “Sissy?”

He shook his head, his eyes wide with pleasure and shock. “That was crazy hot. Do it again.”

She did it again and again and again, until he released into her mouth under the water. Jenny came up for air and a sanity check. Who had she become since she met him? Someone who ran around naked outside, gave underwater blowjobs and was happier than she’d been in years. That’s who.

He dropped down into the water and gathered her into his tight embrace. “If I wasn’t already flat on my fucking face in love with you, I would be after that.”

“You called me a sissy.”

“I’ll never make that mistake again—or maybe I will. The punishment was well worth the crime.”

“You’re flat on your fucking face in love with me?”

“You have to ask?”

“I do like the way you say things, but if you could leave the F bombs at home when you’re with my parents tomorrow night, I’d appreciate that.”

“I’ll try my best,” he said, sounding like a chastised little boy.

“Try very hard.”

“I am very hard.”

“Again?”

“Always, when you’re around.”

“I thought you had to go home.”

“I do,” he said as he lifted her and brought her down on his cock.

Jenny gasped and shuddered as she stretched to accommodate him.

“But not until I take care of you—a couple of times.”

***

She had no reason to be nervous about her parents meeting Alex. They would love him because she did. But the nerves had been with her all day as she showed her parents around the island, introduced them to several of her friends and took them to lunch at the Oar Bar, which they loved.

By the time they walked into the Lobster House to meet Alex at seven, Jenny was a hot mess. In her twisted mind, this evening had been blown up into something much bigger than it should’ve been.

He stood and took her breath away with the way he looked at her with relief and pleasure and appreciation for the dress she’d chosen. He looked handsome in khaki pants and a light-colored dress shirt that highlighted his deep tan.

She’d been so caught up in him that she failed to immediately notice that Marion was with him.
 

“Paul and I got our wires crossed,” he said quietly. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t. Hi, Marion. It’s so nice to see you again.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Jenny, Alex’s friend. We’ve met several times recently.”

“Jenny.”

“Yes, and these are my parents, Hugh and Karen Wilks. Mom, Dad, this is Alex Martinez and his mother, Marion.” Jenny hadn’t mentioned Marion’s dementia to her parents, but they had experience with the ailment and would recognize it for what it was.

“I don’t know these people,” Marion said stiffly.

“They’re new friends, Mom,” Alex said with endless patience, even though Jenny could see the tension in the set of his jaw and shoulders. “Jenny is my girlfriend, and these are her parents.” He shook hands with her parents. “So nice to meet you. Jenny talks about you all the time.”

“Good stuff, I hope,” her dad said, making Alex laugh and breaking the ice.

“All good.”

They were shown to their table, which Alex had upgraded from a four-top to a five before she arrived. He sat between her and his mother, but as soon as they were seated, he reached for Jenny’s hand under the table, which calmed and settled her. It would be okay. He loved her, and her parents were thrilled to know that, so Jenny had no need to worry.

“I don’t know these people, Alexander,” Marion said after they’d ordered drinks and dinner. “Where’s Daddy?”

“He couldn’t come, Mom.”

“Why not? I never go out to eat without him.”

Jenny’s heart broke for Alex and the pain it caused him whenever he had to remind his mother that his father had died.
 

“He’s working late tonight, Marion,” Jenny said. “He’ll see you at home.”

Alex sent her a grateful smile.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Jenny, and these are my parents, Hugh and Karen.”

Marion seemed appeased for the moment with the introductions and took a bite of the roll that Alex had buttered for her.

“What do you think of our island so far?” Alex asked her parents.

“It’s breathtaking,” Karen said. “I can see why Jenny loves it so much.” As her mother said the words, she looked directly at Alex, and the double meaning wasn’t lost on Jenny. Her mother liked him, and Jenny had no doubt her parents respected the gentle way he handled his mother and her condition.

The dinner was a trial for Marion. Her confusion was worse than Jenny had ever seen it before. Under his breath, Alex told her it was a difficult time of day. “Maybe we should go home and catch up with you guys tomorrow.”

“Where’s George?” Marion said. “He should be here. I don’t go out to eat without George. Who are these people? Why are we here?”

Since Alex seemed on the verge of breaking, Jenny leaned across him. “Marion, would you like to go for a walk to the ladies’ room with me?”