Chapter 34: Thirty Four

"I think I'm a masochist." I choked on the caffeine free Dr. Pepper Joel had hunted down for me.

"What the hell?" Danny sighed, leaning back against the counter. She had come back to visit on Thursday, delivering notes she picked up from my Econ profressor on our upcoming progress review.

"It was the best sex I've ever had. A little heavier than I imagined, but I should've expected him to be extra."

"Please tell me you are not talking about Isaac." She pursed her lips, fighting her smirk. "Oh my God."

"He's an animal, Jen! He even, you know, took my backdoor." My face paled and I set down my drink before I could drop it. I couldn't drink right now, anyway. I was going to have to gauge out my fucking ears.

"Thank you. I was just thinking that I didn't have enough mental trauma in my day."

"Come on, babe. Don't you want to know what it felt like?"

"Fuck no. Why would I want to know that?" I grimaced.

"You know, in case you want to try it."

"Oh no. No, no, no." I shook my head. "Joel wouldn't be into that."

"Psh. Who cares what he's into? Sex is about more than pleasing the man. You have your own sex Kitten in there, too. Hell, I'd slept with dozens of men, but I don't think mine got released until last night." She sighed whimsically. "The pain is fucking great. You'd be surprised how good it could feel."

"I already know how good it feels." I clamped my mouth shut immediately following my confession. Shit. She should've been a fucking journalist.

She squealed, grasping my hands in hers while bouncing on her heels.

"I knew it! I fucking knew it. I knew you'd be into it. Hell, just looking at Joel, I could tell he was a sadist. He has that dangerous look in his eyes."

"Danny, I think you're getting ahead of yourself. Joel doesn't use whips and wax and God knows what Isaac does." I shivered at the thought. Thank the heavens he warned me about him.

"Well, he doesn't have to, silly. But I bet he'd be into it pushing it a little. You know, testing your boundaries. It's thrilling to guys like him. Something about tainting the innocence or some shit."

*'It's the innocence.'*

I pulled my hands back, needing to busy myself before she saw how spot on she was.

"So what do I do? You know, to tell him I'm interested?"

"Hm. Well, do you want to do it subtly? Cause you can just tell him you want it harder." I flinched. I hated talking about my sex life.

"Yes. Subtle, please."

"How about a sexy outfit? Something with leather. Something with a corset."

"Danny, I'm pregnant."

"Oh shit, you're right. Okay, plan B. How about a strip show with some dirty talk? You can get a collar. Oh, and a crop for him!"

"I said subtle, woman! Ugh, nevermind. I think I'll just talk to him like a sane person. But not til tomorrow. It'd be cruel to do it sooner." She giggled, crossing her arms in satisfaction. "You know, I think you have some of that, too."

"Some of what?"

"The desire to corrupt my innocence." She grinned proudly.

"I told him he had competition for being your worst influence."

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"Hey, do you feel up for a little drive? Fuck." Joel popped his head into the bathroom, his eyes distracted by the sight of me in my bubble bath. I pulled the bubbles to my chest to shield them for him. One more day. He had one more day before we could have sex.

"I can take you somewhere. Where do you want to go?"

"Actually, I meant me this time. I want to drive you somewhere." I pursed my lips. He hadn't driven since the heart attack, but I guess it would be fine. He wasn't on the narcotics anymore and he was back to normal energy-wise.

"Okay. Where are you taking me?" He grinned, his dimples showing through. He was so damn sexy.

"It's a surprise."

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"Joel."

"Hm?"

"This is a car dealership."

"Yup."

"I think you made a wrong turn somewhere." He was not buying me a car. No. Hell fucking no.

"Sorry, baby, but this isn't up for discussion."

"Excuse me?" He put the car in park, flinching at the fire he had lit in my eyes. He softened his expression, lifting my hands and placing them on his leg.

"Jennifer, this is for the baby. You need your own car. What if you have an appointment when I'm at work? Plus, you don't live next to the school anymore. You can't just walk to class like you used to." I knew he was right, but I didn't need him buying me one. I took my hands back, pulling out my phone and opening my bank app. "What are you doing?"

"I'm checking my budget." Okay, this might be hard with my measly $7,000. Maybe I could get a decent used car, but it would drain my account. He sighed, placing his hand over the screen.

"Jen."

"Joel."

"Please. I don't want you in a junker. I have a car in mind already."

"I don't want a sugar daddy, Joel."

"I know that. But I'd say you've more than earned it. You were my private nurse for over a week. Imagine how much I would've paid if you weren't there for me." Probably a small fortune with healthcare rates as they are.

I narrowed my gaze. He was doing it, again. Pleading with those big blue eyes of his.

"You have an answer for everything, don't you?" He let a fraction of a smile through, knowing he'd won.

"I've been thinking about it a lot. I knew it wouldn't be easy to persuade you."

"Okay, fine. Take me to this car." He let his full smile shine, his gorgeously bright teeth knocking me breathless.

He led me from the car, meeting up with a man named Dave who he had apparently been in contact with over this car. I shouldn't have been surprised when we turned towards the new car lot. Joel always wanted me to have the best. He was the most generous man I'd ever met.

We came to a stop just shy of a 2021 Chevy Equinox, painted midnight blue.

A sporty SUV. Sleek, with enough room for a carseat and stroller. God, it was beautiful.

I immediately went for the information sticker on the back left, but Joel knew what I was up to and placed his hands over my eyes, pulling me back into his chest.

"Nu-uh. No price checks until after you've driven it." I huffed in complaint.

"Okay. Fine."

That sexy, clever, loving man knew what he was doing, because after being in that vehicle for five minutes, I was completely obsessed. The drive was smooth, the seats comfortable, and the size perfect for me. It was the dream car I didn't know I wanted, and an hour later it was parked in the garage beside the Camaro, despite the $35,000 pricetag.

I crossed over to the couch where he was perched with a soda for me and a beer for him, along with two playstation controllers. My legs were already quaking at the way his Nike sweats hung from his bare hips.

"Sit and I'll tuck you in." He offered, pulling the throw from the back of the black leather.

"God, I want you so bad." He chuckled, his eyes alight with amusement.

"A blanket and video games will do it for ya, huh?" He teased.

"Oh, that's not all that's doing it, my love." I smirked, stepping up to him and tugging on the drawstring of his pants flirtatiously. He sucked in a breath, his fist clenching around the blanket in his hand.

"Careful. I'd hate to give in to temptation so late in the game." I splayed a hand over the bit of ink on his lower abdomen, tracing the contours of his muscle beneath my fingers. I knew I was pushing it, but damn it, I was horny. This man had bought me a fucking car, then set up a night of pleasant relaxation for me. Yeah, I was thankful for the break we had. We were able to get to know each other in a way that wasn't centered on sex, but I was ready to have his body back.

I craved it.

I needed it.

My fingers dipped to his waistband, sliding just below the fabric.

"Fuck." He swore, his hands shooting out to grip my shoulders. "Sit, Jennifer, before I fuck you on this couch." My spine tingled with excitement, the feeling nostalgic and pleasurable, making my cheeks flush in want.

"Do it. Fuck me." I met his eyes with a dare, and the dam broke.

Weeks of pent up passion and lust poured from him as his lips crashed against mine. I moaned into his mouth, my hands sliding around his neck as he gripped my hips, pushing me down onto the couch with pleasant force, never breaking our kiss as he followed me. His taste was intoxicating, and I was completely drunk on him, desperate to drink him down.

My fingers moved frantically into his hair, holding him to me as he trailed his hot mouth down my neck.

"You're a fucking dirty girl." He breathed, his tongue jutting out to wet my sensitive flesh.

"Oh my God, Joel." His hands slid beneath my t-shirt, his rough fingertips arousing me into a frenzy as they swam up my belly, then my breasts, finally pulling the cotton over my head. Next to hit the floor was my bra, followed closely by my shorts and panties, until I was completely naked beneath him.

"God, I fucking missed this. I've missed these." His tongue came down on my breast, flicking soft warmth over my perked nipple while the other was grasped in his skilled hand. I squirmed, my fingers digging into his shoulders. His resulting groan tickled me, but it only made me more eager to have him inside of me.

"Joel!"

"Yes, baby, tell me. What do you want?" His grip tightened, shooting pleasure straight to my molten core.

"I need you. I need your cock in me."

"Fuck. Yes, baby. Anything." But he didn't enter me right away. He lifted off of me, but it was only temporary as he gripped my ankles, tugging them off the couch and twisting my body. "Bend over." He commanded, his lidded eyes intense and powerful.

I nodded, scrambling to my knees, but he didn't wait. He lifted my hips, kicking the coffee table back to give himself room. I caught one glance at him, and my God, just seeing him with his mussed hair and panting chest had me soaked. He tugged on the waistband of his sweats, freeing his eager cock.

"I'm going to feel you, baby. Your hot pussy directly on my cock." He hummed, trailing a finger down my folds, before easing his tip into place.

"Fuck!" He slammed into me from behind, jolting me forward so hard that I had to bring my hands to the back of the sofa so I could brace myself for the impact. He let out a loud growl.

"Fucking hell, Jen. You're crushing my dick." He ground his hips against my ass, bringing a hand down on one of my cheeks and making me cry out. "Do you like that, baby?"

"Yes. God, yes. Again!" He groaned, delivering a biting slap to the same spot before driving into me. One of his hands came up to grip my hair, and I was lost. Every slap of his hips against my skin edged me closer to sweet release, the sensation completely overwhelming in the best way. I could feel myself tightening when he let out a pitchy moan between his heavy breaths.

"Jennifer. Fuck, don't come yet." What? How was I supposed to stop it? I whimpered, channeling my focus into giving him more time. I didn't want it to end, either, but it felt so damn good. Just as I felt it growing unbearable, he pulled out.

I was shaking, so supercharged with lust and adrenaline that I thought I would fall apart. But he didn't let me, lifting me by the waist and flipping me back to my back. As soon as he plunged back in, I detonated, my head rolling back as I clutched onto him with all the strength left in my worn body.

"S-sh-…" I moaned, unable to finish my swear. My muscles locked, my body flushing with blinding heat all the way down to my toes. It was glorious.

"Yes, God fucking-" He buried his face in my neck, biting down as he finished deep inside of me.

Holy shit, that warmth. That amazing warmth that gave us our baby was trickling out of me again.

"Joel…" I drew out, my voice weak and sated.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much." He pressed his lips to my damp skin, his breathing still raspy but regulating gradually.

"I love you, Joel." Uninvited tears pricked my eyes and I sniffled. "Don't ever leave. Stay with me forever."