Keep Me If You Can (If You Can #3)

34. Might Definitely

Chapter thirty-four

Might Definitely

T he woman standing in the doorway to JP’s apartment was, for lack of a better term, wet dream material.

She was nearly as tall as he was and had the kind of bouncy curls in her shiny blonde hair that made me think of a shampoo commercial. Between the high cut of her cheekbones, the upturned corners of her green eyes, the tanned beige of her white skin, and the body that was toned as close to perfection as one could get without developing actual visible muscles, I would’ve bet my sliced-up designer dress she was an actual model.

In short, she was gorgeous. Mindbogglingly gorgeous. And she was wearing a shiny silver halter top that showed off an overly generous amount of cleavage. Given that her breasts were literal chef’s-kiss-perfection, that wasn’t a complaint, except for the fact that they distracted me to the point that I forgot where I was for a second.

“Who’s this skank?” she demanded, glaring at me.

Scratch all of what I said before.

The woman standing in the doorway to JP’s apartment was, for lack of a better term, wastefully hot. As in, it was an actual tragedy that perfect breasts like hers were wasted on someone who defaulted to calling me , the person who had no idea she was there, a skank when JP was the one who had an entire other woman waiting in his apartment while he kissed me.

“I’m Nellie,” I said. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Paige,” she said.

“Cool,” I said. “What are you doing here?”

She looked at JP, stunned offense on her face.

“Right,” he said awkwardly.

And that was it. An uncomfortable silence stretched between us as I stared at Paige, who looked from JP to me and back to JP again. No one spoke until she finally and unfortunately folded her arms across her chest.

“So, what, some random chick in an awful dress shows up in the middle of the night and you decide you want to fuck her?” Paige asked. “Instead of me ?”

“Well, that’s not quite—” JP started.

“You had another woman in your apartment this entire time?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

JP’s eyes sparkled as he fought back a laugh. “Well, we were… you know. Not together , Nell.”

Paige let out a loud scoff. “Oh, fucking classic .”

“Classic?” JP repeated.

“You have, what, one fight with your girlfriend and go out prowling for someone else?” she said.

“No,” he said. “She wasn’t my girlfriend when—”

“Oh, so you were on a break?” she scoffed, looking at me like I would suddenly have solidarity with her. “What a fucking pig.”

“Hey!” I glared at her. “Don’t call my—” I grimaced suddenly, nearly gagging. “Oh, God. I can’t believe I’m about to say this.”

JP’s fight not to laugh turned into a battle he was destined to lose, though he attempted to hold on by turning his head so he didn’t have to look at me as my face burned red.

“What?” Paige said.

“Don’t call my boyfriend ”—I suppressed another gag—“a pig.”

“Your ‘boyfriend’ was just in here with me and made no mention of the fact he was in a relationship,” she said.

“That would be because he wasn’t in a relationship,” I said, mirroring her stance and folding my arms over my chest. “We just agreed we were going to do this stupid boyfriend-girlfriend thing.”

She frowned in bewilderment. “So mid-hookup with me , he came out here and picked you instead?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what happened.” I didn’t know if that was entirely true, but it seemed accurate and Paige was pissing me off. “And maybe I would’ve asked if you wanted to stick around and fuck us, but—”

“What?” Her mouth dropped open even further. “ What ?!”

“Well, it’s been a while.” I motioned towards at JP. “We haven’t talked for, like, two weeks. And I wasn’t opposed to you joining in because usually he has good taste, but only aesthetically apparently, since you’re kind of an asshole.”

JP lost the battle gracelessly. His eyes squeezed shut and he put a hand over his mouth, but his attempt to muffle his laughter resulting in a sound similar to the one people make when they’re about to hawk a wad of phlegm into a napkin.

“Did you j-just—” He stuttered, then coughed in an attempt to compose himself. “Did you just propose a threesome? For our… our… I don’t know, our first fuck as an actual couple?”

“No,” I said. “I would’ve , but she called me a skank and I don’t fuck mean girls.”

He started laughing so hard he couldn’t speak. Paige looked from him to me, then let out a disgusted scoff.

“You two are the worst,” she said, turning and snatching her purse off the table near the door before storming past us. “You freaks deserve each other.”

Which was fair, especially considering she wasn’t even halfway down the hall before JP pulled me into his apartment.

“You are such ”—I paused as he pressed his lips to mine so I could kiss him back—“an asshole.”

“I know,” he groaned, moving his lips to my jaw and then to my neck. “I feel bad.”

“I can tell.”

His chuckle felt warm against my skin. “I swear to God, I just met her earlier tonight. When I realized you were here, I told her something came up, but she wasn’t taking the hint and then you knocked and—”

“Did you fuck her?”

“I got home ten minutes before you got here.”

“…so yes?”

“You think I finished that fast?”

“I’ve definitely finished you off faster than that.”

“You’re the only one who makes me come like that.” He nipped at my neck. “Only you, babe. She and I were just making out.”

I shivered, maybe because all the heat in my body was starting to pool in my core. “So you had a woman that hot in your apartment for ten minutes and you didn’t even get into her panties? Loser.”

“I know.” His hands slipped down my sides and around to my ass. “I didn’t even get the chance for a final hurrah before you got your claws in me.”

“’A final hurrah?’ Okay, Grandpa.”

He let out a soft noise, using his hips to guide me backwards towards the hallway. “You should be nicer to me. I gave up a sure thing for you.”

“I’m so sorry I ruined your one-night stand.”

“You better be.” He kissed me as we reached the room down his hall that had the light on, which was his bedroom, like I’d guessed. “The things I do for love.”

Goosebumps raised on my arms. “Ew. Stop saying you love me.”

“No.” He kissed me again. “I won’t lie to you. I fucking love you, Nell.”

And I didn’t know what to say.

I knew what I should have said.

But I didn’t know if I could.

It didn’t matter. JP didn’t seem to care about hearing it, not right then. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, sighing as he tasted me, then let go of my ass so he could reach up and brush my hair away from my cheek.

“Besides,” he continued casually. “Right now, it’s very, very important that you know I love you.”

“Why?” I asked.

He didn’t need to answer. I figured it out by the second syllable of the word. And yes, “why” was only a one-syllable word, but I figured the “aye” I let out as my back hit the mattress and the air puffed out of my lungs counted a second syllable.

So no, he didn’t need to answer, but after putting a hand on each of my thighs, he did anyway.

“Because, babe,” he said, wrenching my thighs open. “I want you to remember I’m fucking you like this because you’re mine .”

And then he moved over top of me and pinned my arms to the bed.

“J-JP,” I tried to say, but he absorbed my cry with his lips.

“Red, right?” he murmured.

“Huh?” I gasped.

“If you want me to stop.” He nipped at my lower lip. “You’ll say red?”

Oh, fuck.

Fuck .

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Or I can stop right now.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I said, and the wicked grin JP flashed at me was almost enough to make me beg for him to fuck me right then.

And maybe it should have bothered me that the sheets he’d tossed me onto were messed up. That a hint of warm vanilla lingered on his pillow as he kissed me, perfume or shampoo or hairspray that was left behind by someone else. That his cock pressed against the thin fabric of my lacy pink thong, already wet because my pussy was fucking soaked for him, and it was hard beneath the fabric of his pants, and I didn’t know if I’d made it that way or if it was the other woman he’d had in here moments earlier.

But it didn’t bother me.

I didn’t care.

If anything, it calmed me, a reminder that I hadn’t just signed my happiness away for him. I couldn’t fault JP for sleeping around; I was a lot of things, but I would not be a hypocrite. But more than that, it made me feel like whatever happened between me and JP would be okay.

That he’d laughed, but hadn’t said no when I suggested bringing someone else to the bedroom with us.

That he didn’t want my skewed idea of a relationship.

That the only relationship he wanted was the one we defined for ourselves. I didn’t know what that meant. I didn’t know if it was the forever type of relationship or if we’d even last until Christmas.

But God, did I want to find out.

He started by marking my neck. I couldn’t remember the last time someone left a hickey like that on me, nor could I remember a time that I liked it so much. His mouth claimed me, sucking and nipping at the tender skin until I couldn’t stop myself from writhing beneath him, trying to get his bulge to line up with my clit so I could give into the friction I was craving.

Of course, he didn’t let me. He finished leaving proof of his kiss on my neck, then finally let go of my arms so he could tug my dress up.

“There’s a z-zipper,” I said when the skirt was around my waist and he couldn’t get it any higher.

But he just grabbed the front of my dress and pulled until the cut I’d made to deepen the neckline tore the rest of the way down the dress, and since I’d cut the hem off when I shortened it, the entire thing split in two.

“Or you could just ruin my dress,” I continued.

“It was ruined before I got my hands on it,” he said. “There’s no way my girlfriend was going to wear that out in public again.”

I tensed, the internal red flags rising.

“Because if she’s gonna show off her phenomenal fucking body, it’s going to be in something made to do just that,” he continued, casually pulling the destroyed fabric off me. “Not a hacked-up gown she only bought because her dad approved of it.”

The red flags lowered, as did JP’s head. He brought his lips to my bared breasts, pressing his face into my cleavage before taking my left nipple into his mouth and sucking for a moment before carefully sinking his teeth into the tender nub. I cried out, not able to stop myself from squirming beneath him, though I could only do so much from the way he was holding me down.

“JP,” I whispered. “Please.”

“Please what?” he mumbled, my tits muffling his voice.

“I… I need…” I slammed my eyes closed. “Don’t make me wait.”

He chuckled and bit my nipple the slightest bit harder before moving his lips to the underside of my breast. He kissed one, then the other, before teasing his tongue down to my ribcage. Large hands gripped my waist, his fingertips digging in possessively as he left more little purple marks on my stomach.

And then just as my belly button piercing brushed his chin, I tensed.

“Wait,” I said.

“Thought you didn’t want to,” he said.

I bit my lip. “Yeah, but for you to fuck me. Not to go down on me.”

He lifted his head, eyebrows raised so high that they had an almost cartoonish arch. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I—”

“You are not the girl who turns down getting eaten out,” he said.

My stomach flipped and heat crawled up my neck. “Let me go clean up a bit first.”

He frowned. “Since when have you worried about that? More importantly, since when have you thought I care about that?”

My face had to be fully red. “I don’t usually. But I also don’t usually go to fuck someone after sitting in an Uber for two hours.”

The frown deepened. “What were you doing in an Uber for two hours?”

“Well, when you drive the speed limit from Montreal, that’s how long it takes.”

His mouth stayed half-open as he stared at me. “What were you doing in Montreal?”

“I went to talk to my dad, but Syd and I went out and—”

“And you Ubered back here ?” he asked incredulously.

I suddenly felt even more exposed than when I was just mostly naked in front of him. “I had a… a realization. And Syd said she’d promised Anne-Marie she would only give me your address if I went to see you right away. Neither of us knew you were here .”

“So you…” He trailed off, something deep filling his eyes. “You didn’t have to do that, babe.”

“I know, you wanted to get laid by your hot model one-night stand, but—”

He leaned in and kissed me, cutting me off.

“I love you,” he murmured against my lips. “I love you so fucking much. And I would’ve still loved you tomorrow.”

“I—” I started, but he kissed me again.

“And as a reminder, I told you to remember that while I fuck you,” he said, his voice lowering. “Because you’re mine, and that means if I want to eat you out, I’m going to. Especially since your poor, sweet pussy has been waiting even longer than I thought to find its way back to me.”

I think I started to say something again, but if I did, I couldn’t remember what it was. JP moved faster than I thought possible, grabbing my legs and lifting them so he could peel my thong off and toss it unceremoniously to the side before letting my legs drop back to the bed. He parted my thighs again a second later and buried his face between my legs hard enough that I was a little worried he broke his nose.

Not for long, though.

“Oh, fuck ,” I moaned as JP eagerly licked along my slit, splitting my folds with his tongue and teasing my needy entrance. I writhed beneath him until he brought his hands to my hips and held me down while he ate my pussy like he was starving and for some reason couldn’t have an actual meal until he’d made me come on his face.

Which didn’t take him long.

It only took him sawing one thick finger into my pussy and curling it to hit my G-spot to bring me to the edge. A second finger joined it and my eyes rolled back in my head. His mouth closed over my clit, sucking and swirling all at once, and I reached down. His hair was soft between my fingers and I could feel his sparkling blue eyes on me even as I slammed my own shut because oh, fuck .

Oh, I was going to fucking come.

He heard me gasp it. I knew he watched me do it, even though I wasn’t watching him watch me. I didn’t mean to pull his hair, but the pleasure flooding my body was too intense to not have something to hold onto. My back arched and I cried out, riding JP’s face as much as he was devouring me.

It lasted a while. Too long, somehow, and of course, never long enough. JP kept licking and as the intensity passed and my clit got sensitive, I tried to pull his head away.

He took his fingers out of my pussy, batted my hand away, and kept licking.

“I-It’s too much,” I gasped, trying to squirm away. “J-JP—”

“Not done with what’s mine ,” he growled, then sucked on my clit.

“S-Sensitive,” I stammered. “Please, it’s—”

“You can handle it, babe.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my mound, giving me a moment’s break. “All you have to do is lie there and let me spoil you.”

And fuck.

Fuck .

He kept going, and I kept squirming and writhing and shuddering until the sensitivity gave way to pleasure again. Then I stilled, panting as JP started all over again, sucking and licking and fingering me until I had my thighs clamped around his head and was bucking up into him as I cried out my pleasure.

When my second orgasm was over and my legs fell away from JP’s ears, he finally pulled away and sat back on his knees.

“S-Sorry,” I whispered shakily.

JP wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and grinned before leaning in to kiss me.

“If I ever complain about making you come like that, feel free to sit on my face and suffocate me,” he said.

“Deal,” I whispered.

He kissed me again, and again, and his body got closer and closer to mine. He was still dressed, still wearing that stupidly buttoned shirt, but I hadn’t noticed he’d unbuttoned his pants at some point, likely to relieve the pressure on his throbbing cock. I could feel the heat radiating off his swollen shaft even through the fabric of his boxers, his tip pressing needily into my inner thigh as he let me taste myself on his lips and tongue. He was holding it together, pretending to be patient and in control, until I shifted my hips so he pressed against my pussy instead of my thigh.

That was when his knees buckled and he groaned.

“Fuck,” he said. “I need you, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe,” I murmured.

He laughed. “Should’ve said something before you agreed to be my girlfriend, babe. Because now I’m gonna call you what I fucking want to.”

“Asshole,” I said, but I didn’t bother trying to hide that I was laughing.

“See? I let you call me a pet name.” He rubbed his cock against me and sighed. “Though I think the one I gave you is a little sweeter.”

“I can stick with ‘bastard,’ if you like,” I said, reaching up to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders.

“Mmm, babe, please,” he moaned. “I’m already hard enough to cut glass. Keep this up, and I’m just gonna jizz in my boxers.”

I reached down, pushing his pants as low as I could before taking his cock out. “Why do that when I have a perfectly good pussy right here?”

JP’s breath hitched as I notched the head of his cock against my pussy. “Nell, are you—” He stopped to draw in a breath as if to steady himself. “You’re on the pill, but—”

“Not anymore,” I said.

He jerked back, apparently forgetting I was holding his cock, so it accomplished nothing. It would have almost been funny, except for the sheer panic that paled his face and made me let go of him.

“I got an IUD,” I added quickly. “After what… happened. So I don’t have to remember to take pills anymore.”

He swallowed hard, glancing down. “It’s a damn good thing you’re as hot as you are. If anyone else had scared me like that, I probably would’ve gone soft.”

“We can use a condom if you want,” I said. “I’m okay with whatever but I understand if you don’t trust me anymore or—”

“Of course I trust you.” He leaned in and kissed me. “You sure you’re okay with not using one?”

“Mm-hmm,” I breathed.

“I’m not pulling out.” He shifted slightly, his bare cock rubbing against my slit. “I don’t care if it’s in a condom or not, you’re mine and that means I’m coming inside you.”

“You better,” I said. “I might be yours now, but we both know you’ve always been mine.”

His eyes locked on mine, both of us silent.

Then, slowly, without so much as a blink to break our gazes, he pushed inside of me.

He told me he loved me as he fucked me. More times than I could count and nowhere near as many times as I wanted to hear it. I’d never, ever admit how his words made me shiver, how my heart perked up and my stomach flipped and parts of me melted as he said it again and again. He said it just before I came, and while I was coming, and in the heated moments afterwards as he thrust inside me faster and faster, chasing his own orgasm.

“You’re going to get sick of hearing this,” he said, still inside me as he caught his breath after coming, “but I love you.”

“I’m sick of it already,” I said, holding him in place with my legs.

“Mmm,” he said, resting against me. “Not gonna stop doing it, though.”

“I know,” I said. “Good thing you’re good in bed.”

It wasn’t all that funny, but for some reason, JP laughed hard enough that he had to roll off of me. Maybe it was because everything was heightened and emotional and exhausting, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that he pulled me in close and wrapped his arms around me.

“Careful now,” he said, still chuckling. “Say stuff like that too often, and I might start to think you actually like me, Nell.”

“I dunno if I like you,” I said. “I might love you, though.”

His breath caught almost imperceptibly, but there was no hiding it when I had my ear pressed to his heart. “Might?”

I bit my lip, then pressed a tiny kiss to his chest. “Might… definitely.”

And I couldn’t see his face, but from the way his arms tightened around me and the kiss he pressed to the top of my head, I was pretty sure he was smiling.