Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Shit. I am well and truly screwed. Literally and figuratively.
Jenna’s nipples turn to little peaks, her eyes going a little hazy as she peeks at me. She’s turning me feral, and I grope her ass, roughly pushing her against me.
She rides me faster, moaning loudly and calling my name.
I can’t not do anything, so I sweep my tongue against hers and drag it along the tendons of her neck. But when her hips rock harder, I slam upward, driving as deep as I can go.
My climax begins to crest just as she stiffens and trembles. “Oh god, Jacob. God!”
I press my hard shaft flush to her one more time until I fill her.
Sweet Jesus. She goes limp in my arms, and I carry her inside like it’s perfectly natural for us to go to bed together. Like it’s where she’s always supposed to be.
I wake up the next morning, the warmth of the sheets clinging to me while I yawn and stretch. I expect to find Jenna beside me, but her side of the bed is empty.
Blinking away the last remnants of sleep, I sit up and run a hand through my hair.
Last night was unreal.
She’s burrowed herself under my skin for the past few weeks, but everything came to a head when she came home with me.
Home. With. Me.
I let that sink in.
With nothing but my loose boxers on, I make my way to the hallway. It’s oddly quiet. Too quiet.
Something ripples through me, but I ignore it. My bare feet pad on the hardwood floor, the only sound inside. I scan the living room and the kitchen.
Empty.
It feels like my spine is in a vise, acid rising up my throat.
My legs feel like lead, but I trudge on, looking for her from room to room until the last one left is the porch. I refuse to believe it. I refuse to even acknowledge that little demon niggling in my head.
It’s not possible. She couldn’t have just left.
But what if she woke up and, in the light of day, realized she didn’t want anything more from me? What if whatever sexual haze she looked at me last night has cleared from her head?
How can I move past this? If she doesn’t want anything to do with me, I don’t have it in me to force her. I’d rather gnaw my own flesh than be the cause of her unhappiness.
I had one night. And maybe that’s all she can give me.
It should be enough. I was lucky she allowed me to touch her, claim her virginity, and sink my cock into her over and over again.
That should be enough.
But fuck. It’s not.
Jenna.
Come back, baby.
6
JENNA
Has anyone ever died from heartbreak? Because I may be the first.
I haven’t left my room in three days. My phone is ringing off the hook, but I don’t have the energy to check the messages. I can’t even find it in me to get up.
If I can, I’ll just lie in bed forever.
My tears have dried up. I don’t think I can shed anymore.
I still remember how I got up early in the morning in Jacob’s cabin to prepare breakfast and found an open letter on the table.
Mr. Jacob Jameson,
We are pleased to inform you that funds will be available in your account five working days after you arrive in South America. Your flight details, accommodation information, and itinerary for the first three days are also attached.
Looking forward to working with you.
My hands trembled as I reached for the airline ticket. The date for his travel was in two days. Two days! And he’s bound for Venezuela!
Oh my god. Why didn’t he mention any of this? Granted, we’d been so busy pleasing each other that there was barely time to talk.
But…
Fact is, he was planning to leave. There was no return ticket.
So I left. I walked for an hour until I found a taxi to take me back to the apartment. All the while, I could feel pieces of my heart chipping off, falling to the ground like pieces of glass. And it’s making me bleed.
When I think of the connection I felt with him, I was sure whatever we had was headed somewhere. I was sure of it! But now…
Maybe all he wanted was a one-night stand. Something to get him by for all those possibly lonely nights when he’s working.
I bury my face into the pillow and scream for the thousandth time. I scream until I’m hoarse, until my throat feels like I swallowed a thousand thorns.
I’ll move on from him. Maybe not now. Maybe not in the next ten years. But I will. I have to.
He’s probably forgotten all about me. Maybe he even has someone waiting for him there.
In a week, I’ll graduate and move as far away from here as possible. He’s going to Venezuela? Then, I’m off to the opposite side of the world, wherever the farthest city is from him.