Chapter 41 Meetup at midnight II
JAXON’S POV
My brows knotted together in confusion. "How many what?"
"Women."
That word fell between us.
"How many women have you been with?" Nancy rephrased.
She looked like it'd taken a lot out of her just to ask me that question, but all I could do was stare at her, stunned that her mind could even conjure that question.
I got over my surprise soon enough, and my expression went back to normal.
"Is that what you came here to ask me?"
For a second, she looked taken aback, and then she shook her head.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked.
She went quiet again, then shrugged, "Nothing, just curious."
I knew there was more to it than curiosity, but I didn't expose her.
We held each other's gaze for a while longer, and then I exhaled.
"A lot."
I saw the way her pupils enlarged before regaining their original size, and then she said, "Right, I expected that much."
She paused briefly again, then muttered, "I'm guessing I'm just one of those other women."
"No," She shook her head, then chuckled humorlessly, "No, I'm even worse off than them."
Her words held a double meaning that I didn't have to think too hard to decipher.
A part of me pushed for me to correct her assumption, but another part held me back from doing so.
I didn't want to give her any more ideas than I had already given her.
The silence stretched. Nancy's head lowered, and it kind of reminded me of a child who had been denied their favorite toy. It tugged at my heart, and I suddenly wanted to tell her the truth.
"Actually..."
Her head snapped up immediately.
"Actually, what?" Her brows furrowed.
It was barely noticeable, so much so that it could have been my imagination. I seemed to see a glimmer of hope light up in her eyes.
I cleared my throat once, then let out in a single breath, "I haven't been with anyone."
Her eyes went wide, "What?"
"I said I haven't been with anyone since my wife died," I repeated slowly.
The room went still, and she gawked at me, then huffed, "You're serious?"
"I am."
She closed her parted lips, seemingly deliberating whether my words were true and maybe even how it was possible.
"That doesn't make any sense?" She muttered as expected, then lifted her head to me. "You just said you've been with a lot of women..."
"That was before I got married," I cut in before she could finish.
"After, there's been no one. No one but..."
"But me," She finished for me, studying me differently now.
I wanted to point out that we hadn't exactly had sex, but oddly, I held back.
Even if we didn't have sex, what we had was still inappropriate, judging by the kind of relationship we had.
Silence fell between us again.
Nancy fiddled with her fingers then asked, peeking at me from beneath her lashes, "What happens now?"
"What do you want to happen?" I kept my gaze on her.
"I...I..." She stuttered, then looked away in embarrassment when her cheeks flushed.
While her gaze was turned from me, I suddenly discovered that I itched to touch her and slide my fingers through her hair to find out if they were as silky as they looked.
My insides churned with a need for release, and my cock was beginning to throb really hard, itching to be buried deep inside of her velvety warmth.
Surely there had to be something wrong with me, because of all the women I had come across in my lifetime, I found this one desirable-My daughter's best friend, who could very well be my daughter too.
Ignoring all the warning bells ringing in my head, I took a step forward, startling her.
Before she could react, I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.
Like a male starved of his mate, my tongue delved in, exploring every inch of her mouth.
Needy and impatient, I reached down between us and lined myself between her thighs, budging them apart with my hands so my cock could press into her.
She groaned when that happened and ground against me, wanting more.
I knew I should stop, I should hold back, but I didn't. I was far too lost in a pool of desire to stop now.
All I could think about was taking her in every way I wanted.
Just thinking of it made my pulse race.
My head dropped to her neck, and I began to trail kisses over the smooth skin of her collarbone, sucking and lapping the skin in a way I was sure would leave a mark by morning.
Logical reasoning told me not to do that, but my other head was now in control of my thoughts.
It refused to distinguish right from wrong and was only focused on what it wanted.
I reached my hand between us, creeping beneath her top to her heaving chest, and in one swift move, I raised it, exposing her bare breasts to my gaze.
For a second, I admired them, noting how perky they stood and how her nipples seemed to be calling out to me.
They got the attention they needed because a second later, I lowered my head to one and sucked hard, making her gasp and moan.
At the same time, I shaped her waist, her hips, and her ass with my hands, pressing and kneading.
God, her body was everything.
It was as though it were custom-made for my touch. Everything fit perfectly, and that only increased my desire to possess.
Acting on that desire, I moved to her other breast and sucked the neglected nipple into my mouth as well.
"Fuck..." She moaned, writhing against me.
I held her in place with my hands, sucking even harder until I got my fill and released the taut bud with a pop.