“You’re mine. You are it for me, Jewel.”
Jewel meets my gaze as she trembles out the remains of her shattering orgasm with a throaty sigh. “You better be ready for what that means. I may be sunshine, but I’m a tad crazy.”
Yes, this is what I need. I need more sunshine, more chaos, more crazy.
She is everything I didn’t know I needed.
19
Jewel
The warmth of Vince’s arms is about to lull me to sleep when my brain jerks me semi-awake.
“Jewel,” he whispers. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
I tap his beautiful, tattooed forearm that’s wrapped around my midsection. “You never answered the question!”
I hear him rubbing his face to wake himself up. “Huh? Question?”
“You never answered the question, ‘What have you learned?’”
He grunts and sighs as he props himself up in bed. He sleepily kisses my bare shoulder and idly skims the pads of his fingers over my shoulder blade. The pleasing shivers this creates make me want to nestle deeper into him.
“Oh. That,” he croaks.
Vince’s rough, I-just-woke-up voice next to my bare skin gives me gooseflesh.
“‘K. Let me think…oh yeah. Here it is. What I’ve learned is that I can’t hold everything inside, which is saying a lot because I hold everything inside.”
Vince pets my hair while he talks. “Hmm. That’s lovely,” I murmur, meaning both the hair stroking and what he’s just said to me.
He continues the petting and the talking. I wake up a bit more and turn to lie on my back to face him. He’s on a roll with all of the words, so I’d better pay attention.
“And,” he adds, “more recently, I’ve learned that every moment I’m with you, I need to touch you. When I’m away from you, all I want to do is listen to you talk. I’m a pretty stubborn asshole about most things, but on this one thing I’m certain: I feel happy when I’m around you. I think what I’m learning is that …well, that you’re good for me.”
Vince kisses away the tear in the corner of my eye before it can reach my cheek. I don’t know if he actually answered the question within the parameters of the game, but I’ll take it.
* * *
In the morning, Vince wakes me with his mouth.
And when I say his mouth, I mean he uses it to create the most achingly delicious suction sensation on my clit while his furry beard caresses my most sensitive and increasingly damp skin. The softness combined with the strength of his lips around my clit is almost too much to bear.
I giggle softly and he stops. “You OK?”
“I was thinking to myself, your beard is so nice I can’t bear it. Get it? ’Cause you’re like a big teddy bear? Hahaha!”
He grunts and sits up. “Why would you do that?”
Oh no. Now I’ve done it.
“Baby, come on, don’t stop. I’m so close!”
“I know. That’s what makes this such a painful decision for me.” An evil grin cracks through his angry exterior.
I sit up and cross my arms in front of my chest. “But why would you do that to yourself?”
Vince shrugs and gives me a smirk before cutting his eyes away from me and fiddling with the pillows. “Well I ain’t a big fan of myself, so—”