When September Ends (20 page)

“I don’t want you doing business with her,” I snap, knowing full well that I’m being irrational but, screw it, I don’t care. I saw the way she looked at him—like she wanted to fucking devour him.

“And why not?” he asks, now giving me a glare.

“I don’t like the way she looks at you, okay?”

“And how’s that?”

“Like she’s remembering how you fucked her,” I reply. “And like maybe she wants to go back there again.”

“Hmm,” he replies thoughtfully. “And what? You’d have a problem with that? I mean, hell September, do
you
even remember how it felt when I fucked you?”

And I suddenly know that this has gone on too long. He hasn’t been the one denying me anything. I’m the one that has been denying myself the love and the pleasure that comes with Jesse’s love. “Refresh my memory,” I challenge, giving him a come hither look.

His blue eyes flash something intense and, in the blink of an eye, his arm swipes across the top of his desk, sending papers, file folders, pens and pencils flying. He hoists me up and places me gently atop it. I lean back, resting my weight on my elbows and watch as he quickly relieves me of my boots and jeans, dropping them unceremoniously to the floor.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, and as I comply, he lowers himself to his knees, and braces his forearms underneath my thighs, pulling me closer to him. His mouth is immediately right where I want him…where I need him, his lips and tongue, sliding along my slick entrance and I moan from the heat I feel from it. And then I feel his lips saying the words that I hear coming from him against my pussy.

“You’ve missed this haven’t you, baby?”

“God, yes,” I moan.

He fucks me with his tongue, and my back arches upward, pressing myself into his face. I whimper with the pleasure he is giving me, the pleasure that I’ve been denying myself and for what? Some kind of guarantee that whatever we feel for one another is being felt for the right reasons? Since when does love make sense?

“And you know that this is the only pussy I want. Ever,” he growls, as his fingers are now pressing into the soft folds of my sex.

“I know,” I murmur back, my body reacting to his touch.

“Tell me you trust it then,” he says, “I need you to trust it.”

“I do, Jesse. I trust it.” And I know it’s the truth. There is no doubt in my mind that all of this is meant to be.

His mouth moves from me and I nearly cry out in anguish at his departure, until I hear the sound of his zipper.

“I need to be inside of you, September. I need to show you that you’re mine and that I’m yours,” he says, huskily, as his cock springs free.

“Love me, Jesse,” I breathe, perching myself up a bit so that I can watch.

“I will, babe. But first I’m going to fuck you.”

I’m mesmerized watching him guide his erection into me, gently at first, and then he gives one hard thrust and he’s buried full force inside of me. I moan at the fullness, and wrap my arms around his neck, as he pulls my butt to the edge of his desk.

He thrusts in, and pulls out. Over and over again, and with each thrust, my hips buck up to meet him with matched ardor. I moan when his cock hits the special spot inside of me, and Jesse continues to pound into me, hitting it over and over again until I feel the warmth spread throughout my extremities and brace myself for our orgasm. Jesse is teetering on the edge, same as me. Our breathing is coming faster, louder and I can hear the wetness of our joined bodies as skin slaps against damp skin.

“Are you ready?” he rasps, his blue eyes aflame with passion. I’m too far gone to answer, but my mewling says it all. Jesse groans loudly as he pumps into me faster and, then as we peak, he stills and I feel the throbbing of his cock inside of me as his climax releases. We are both panting, and his mouth finds my lips as his tongue searches for mine. We kiss one another deeply, and he moans with pleasure.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

And he speaks for me with those words as well. “We’ve got some making up for lost time,” I reply, smiling against his mouth.

“Agreed.”

February 14th

It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m clueless as to what the fuck I should do about it. I mean things have worked themselves into a comfortable, though still strange environment at home. The best part is that I’m no longer living in monkish hell. But September has not moved into my room yet—her idea, not mine I swear.

Scout seems to have adjusted to everything as if September had never left. They are as close as ever, and she seems very curious about her sister’s pregnancy, though I’m not sure she’s connected the dots about the paternity. Time will tell but, for now, I’m grateful she hasn’t made an issue of it.

Things at the office have been going well. We even sneak in a nooner those couple of days September is in the office since she’s now working twenty hours. I have no complaints about her productivity because she has mastered the ledger, the payroll and the jobs scheduling, taking the load off of me, which gives me more time to do quotes and garner more business. I did press for her to take a couple of online classes and, thankfully, she didn’t put up a fight. It’s important to me that she hangs on to her dreams despite the baby and the fact that our future, as a couple, has yet to be determined.

I thanked Jamie for thinking of me for her home addition, but told her my schedule was just too hectic to take on that project anytime soon. I mean, hell, I wasn’t about to open that can of worms with September. It’s just not worth it.

The good news is that Casey completely ignores us all now that Libby has returned to Mississippi, obviously mission accomplished, so hopefully her scheming is over.

Now, back to Valentine’s Day. I decide to go with a box of fine chocolates for Scout, and for September? Well, maybe I should give her the rock I had purchased prior to her taking off last summer. I had intended to give it to her for her nineteenth birthday, but well…you know how that went.

I take a deep breath. All she can do is refuse to accept it, I guess. But it was always meant for her, and I am going to see that she gets it. The rest is her decision. We haven’t discussed taking anything to the next level yet, and it’s not because I have any reservations in doing so.

After dinner, Scout opens her chocolates, offering to share. I take one dutifully, and as I pop it into my mouth, I’m watching September closely. I can tell she’s out of sorts, probably thinking about last Valentine’s Day and how different things were between us.

“You can have an extra chocolate, September,” Scout offers, holding the box up to her again.

“No, this is fine,” she says, “I’m going to go ahead and clear the table.”

“Wait a minute,” I say, and my voice halts her movement. “I have something for you, September.”

I pull the small velvet covered box from the pocket of my jeans and present it to her. “I hope you’ll accept it and all that it represents,” I murmur.

She accepts the box and tentatively opens it, her eyes widening and I suddenly realize that she is happy. I release a slow breath, as her eyes sparkle brighter than the diamond in front of her. “Oh Jesse,” she says softly, “Do you mean we’re engaged?”

“Only if you accept it, baby.”

She tears up, pulling the ring from the satin lined box and puts it on her finger, turning her hand from side to side, as if she’s trying to capture the light reflecting off of the diamond. “I do, I do,” she says happily.

“Time for the ‘I do’s’ is when we’re in front of the preacher, baby.”

“Let me see,” Scout says, her smile every bit as wide as September’s. “Does this mean you two are getting married?” she asks.

“Well, yeah, Scout,” September replies, “Are you okay with that?”

“It’s about time,” she says, giving me an eye roll. “But you’re still my sister, right?”

“Always,” September replies, giving her a hug.

“And so does that mean your baby will be my brother or sister, too?”

“Absolutely,” I reply, noticing that September is still gazing at her engagement ring lovingly. “We are all family here, right?”

“Right,” Scout replies, nodding her head. “We’re all family now. Am I allowed to tell Grandma when I talk to her next?”

“I have no problem with it,” I reply. “What about you, September?”

She finally looks up from her hand where she’s been admiring her ring. “What? Oh…why don’t you let me call Grandma and let her know, okay Scout?”

“Okay,” she replies, her voice not hiding her obvious disappointment. She wants to be the bearer of what her eleven-year-old mind thinks is good news. “But when are you getting married?”

“Soon,” I reply. “Now, how about you go and get your shower? I need to talk to September for a few minutes.”

“Okay,” she says, grabbing her box of chocolates to take with her. “I’m keeping these in my room.”

Once she’s gone, I turn to September, and reach across the table, taking her hand into mine. “I’m so happy that you want to be my wife, baby. I was so fucking scared you would throw the ring back in my face. You know, I bought this last summer.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I intended to give it to you when I got back from Meridian, but then, well you were gone when I got home, and I guess the rest is history.”

“I’m glad you decided to give it to me now, Jesse. We kind of needed this time together yet apart to clear our minds, I think.”

“So, you have no reservations?”

“None,” she replies, squeezing my hand. “I love you and I never stopped. I think I was just confused with all that was happening by outsiders in our mix.”

“Believe me, I get it. So, you trust it, right?”

“Yes, Jesse, I totally do trust it. I told you that weeks ago, remember?”

“Just making sure it wasn’t said in the heat of lust.”

I get up, pulling her up with me, and wrap my arms around her. Her blossoming belly keeps us more apart than I’d like. “I love you, September,” I whisper huskily against her hair. “Let me show you how much I love you, okay?”

“What?”

I pull back and gaze down at her, quirking a brow. “I mean, I think it’s time we share a bed again. I want you to move your things into my room.”

Now she pulls back further. “Uh, no.”

“What—no?”

“Not until we’re married.”

And now I’m totally perplexed. What the hell? “Jesus Christ, September, we go at it like rabbits at work. Don’t you think making love in a bed might be…well….more comfortable?”

She laughs giddily. “I know how ridiculous that sounds, but from this point on, I want us to do things right. Besides, we need to set a good example for Scout, don’t we?”

My dick is totally not on board with her suggestion, but my brain says I need to respect her position because, unlike men, women don’t think with their sexual parts. “Yeah, I guess. Whatever.”

“Don’t pout, Jesse. Just set the date.”

March 1st

Jesse’s business has picked up considerably over the past few weeks. He’s gotten several more contracts from the bank to rehab some repos that has proven to be lucrative. I can’t deny it; the money we’re making as a result is nice. Jesse has me taking care of the household finances now. I like that he trusts me with those responsibilities and I take them very seriously. I’m also so freaking happy that he sent Jamie Anderson on her way.

Scout’s taken on more responsibilities and hasn’t fussed about it at all. She knows how to do laundry, so we’ve made that her responsibility to take over, along with cleaning up the kitchen after meals, taking out the trash, and cleaning her room every week.

Jesse and I have joint savings and checking accounts. As I write out checks to pay our bills, I see both of our names and wonder how soon they will be on one line instead of two.

Just then, he comes in from work. He looks tired, but he’s still gorgeous and he’s mine. I realize I’m gaping at him when he looks at me and quirks a brow. “What? Have I grown another head I don’t know about?”

“Wh-What?”

“You’re staring a hole through me, babe. Am I that hideous?”

I start giggling, and feel a blush warm my cheeks. “On the contrary, I was just admiring you, that’s all. Don’t get to see too much of you these days with all the work you’ve been doing.”