Pretty Boy D by Rachel Jonas

38

Joss

A smile curves my mouth having read Pandora’s post at least 4 times now. Knew I called Rose’s Cruella vibe right.

Dane’s keys jingle when he unlocks the door to the loft, and I follow him inside. He’s been quiet since his chat with Rose, leaving me to wonder how the conversation went. He hasn’t said much, which I’m guessing means she said a lot.

He waits and offers his hand while I lower out of my heels. Then, we walk through the darkness instead of turning on lights. With our fingers laced, our steps echo in the hallway and I expect him to stop outside my door. Only, he doesn’t. Instead, I’m led toward his room and he doesn’t release me until I’m standing near the bed, watching his silhouette as he slips out of his suit jacket, then loosens his tie.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?”

He thinks for a moment, then shakes his head, filling mine with curiosity.

Leaning close, heat from his mouth warms my neck when he answers. “No. The only thing I want…is to fuck you.” The rawness of his voice tells of his anger.

What the hell did Rose say to him?

He slides the straps of my dress down both shoulders. The motion is rough, jerking my body toward his as he shoves the fabric from my torso to my hips. It falls to my calves and I step out of it. His hands grip my ribs and I know I’m right about him being in rare form tonight. He’s raw, emotionally undone and… I don’t hate what it’s bringing out in him.

His fingers slip inside my underwear, then inside me, awakening my clit with his touch. He strokes it in deliciously soft swirls, the gentleness contrasting the tension in his shoulders as I clutch them.

My nipples harden against the lace of my bra where they’re pressed against his chest. His mouth finally makes its way to mine and devours me with a deep kiss steeped in passion, frustration, need. I feel his dick against my thigh, getting harder by the second, straining against the fabric of his pants.

He’s wound so tightly, and I want to help with that, want to ease that.

I feel his stare on me through the darkness when I pull away, dropping my hands to his zipper. His eyes stay locked on me as I push the waistband down his rock-hard thighs, and then lower to the floor with them, taking his boxers with me.

At the feel of the smooth head of his cock pushing between my lips, he draws in a sharp breath. Thick, ridged veins caress my tongue when I take in more. He’s so fucking big, which is why I’m careful not to gag, but the sounds leaving his mouth make it more than clear I’m doing this right.

“Fuck, Joss.”

His fingers twist loosely into my hair with those words, prompting mine to grip the firmness of his thighs. I suck faster and take him in just a little deeper. Seeing how much this turns him on has me so, so wet for him. Phantom traces of pleasure from the last time we fucked makes my walls clench the emptiness where his dick should be. I’m torn between wanting him to come like this and wanting him to fuck me again.

But when it comes down to it, there’s really no competition.

I’m off my knees and slipping my panties down both hips after deciding. He quickly undoes my bra and tosses it across the room while I climb onto the bed. One perfectly toned arm stretches toward the nightstand drawer and I stare as he removes a condom from the wrapper. Once he rolls it into place, my knees part for him.

He enters with less caution than before—a little rough, impatient—and I feel the burn, the maddening friction I didn’t know I missed so badly until now. He cranes his neck down until his mouth meets mine and I suck his tongue, gripping the rolling hills of his back with both hands.

“You’re fucking mine.”

He growls those words against my lips, power-driving his hips between my legs, going so deep I swear he’s a part of me. When I whimper, letting my lips graze his shoulder, I couldn’t agree with him more.

“I mean that shit,” he rasps. “Not just now. You’ve always been mine. And you always will be.”

His promise moves over me like it has life coursing through each and every syllable.

“I need to hear you agree. Tell me you understand,” he demands. “Tell me you’ll never give this pussy to anyone but me.” His voice is strained, showing signs that he’s nearing his own release.

With the sweet tension of an orgasm building in my core, it takes a second to find words.

“I swear,” I finally answer, feeling my eyes roll back as my walls clench around his dick.

“You swear what?” The deep tone of his voice when asking sounds so menacing, making me even wetter.

“I swear you’ll be the only one. Always.”

My chest moves with rapid breaths, feeling the weight of what’s just been promised. Mostly, because Dane’s just made it clear that I’m all he wants.

“Good,” he says, staring down on me in the darkness, “because I’m in love with you.”

Heat moves through my limbs and warms my face as I let that sink in. I felt it before now, but never imagined he was ready to admit it.

I’m unable to get actual words out, but choose to show him instead, letting him feel that the emotion between us is one-hundred-percent mutual.

My fingers move to the back of his neck and I lift my head from the pillow to kiss him. Our tongues move together slowly and the tension I managed to stave off before now catches up with me and I moan into our kiss. When his hips pump harder, slamming into me as a throaty grunt rumbles inside his chest, I feel the sudden rush of heat as his cum fills the condom.

We both go still but cling to one another, his entire body shuddering from the powerful release. I’m still in a daze, hearing his words echo on repeat in my thoughts.

He’s in love with me.

We’re in love with each other.

Slowly, he pulls out and slips to my side, but the connection between us is still so strong, like nothing I’ve ever felt. He moves to the edge of the mattress and lets his feet touch the floor while I stare at the ceiling, trying to steady my breath and my heart. It’s so liberating to no longer be in denial about my feelings for him.

“I’ve been so afraid to love you,” I admit, placing my hand on his back as he draws in a deep surge of air. “It’s one of those things I’ve always known, always felt, but the idea of really letting myself own it… I guess I let myself believe it’d come with some sort of tragedy attached. Some disaster that would tear us apart.”

He’s quiet, letting me get my thoughts out.

“We’re not my parents. You said that and you were right. We’re not tragic or doomed. We’re just us—Dane and Joss,” I say with a smile.

My eyes flash toward him when he doesn’t respond, doesn’t even move.

“Um, you listening?” I ask, sitting up on my elbows to see him better. There’s still no answer, just silence. “Dane…”

He turns, but he moves slowly, finally meeting my gaze after several seconds. Immediately, I know something isn’t right. Before he even says a word.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I—” His voice trails off and he draws in a breath to start over. Then, with so few words, he sends me into a spiral. “…The condom broke.”

Wrecked.

That short, simple sentence completely wrecks me. In fact, I break into a full sweat and sit up straighter in his bed.

“What? How? I don’t—”

I’m panicking and can’t even wrap my head around what he’s just told me.

“It’s okay,” he says, trying to calm me down. “I can run to the drug store. They have a pill that—”

His words cut off when I stand and dash toward the bathroom. The second the door closes behind me, everything I’d just confessed comes rushing back, taunting me for being so fucking naïve, so careless.

We’re not tragic. We’re not my parents. We’re not doomed.

But right now, in this moment, with my heart pounding inside my chest and Dane pounding on the other side of the door… it feels like we might be all those things.