Page 45 of Artfully Wild
Our movements become desperate and frantic as we chase releases, our bodies coming apart and together again and our voices calling out to the other, unafraid to be as loud as we want out here. We are tightly wound and our muscles lock as our orgasms crash through us, riding them out together. A high I have felt before, but none of them like this. The ones before were followed by an empty feeling that remained a void. My body may have felt satisfied, but my heart was not. Now though? My heart is full and bursting with a love it has harbored for him for so long.
Once our bodies are heavy and deliciously spent, we sprawl out on the bed. “I don’t think I will ever tire of this,” I tell him.
He turns to me, smiling wide, his eyes full of adoration as he pulls me in for a kiss. “Good. There’s so much more of it in our future.”
“I like the sound of that.”
We deepen the kiss, but this time it is slow and filled with more than lust and desperation. This is one I want to savor. I feel lucky. Sated in this little RV with my best friend warming my bed. Doing more than that.
My phone goes off, fully interrupting our moment. I reach for it, but Jacob pulls me back down. “Leave it,” he groans, trying to get our make out session going again.
“I can’t.” Every time my phone rings, I have a moment of panic that something could be wrong. I was there the night Sarah passed, but my mind always likes to jump to conclusions.
A defeated sigh leaves his lips as he falls back on themattress, keeping one hand on my lower back. I can feel him drawing shapes lightly on my skin as I answer the phone, rolling my eyes when I glance at who’s calling.
“What do you want?”
“Good morning to you too, sis.” Hudson’s voice on the other end is sarcastic and cocky. “Did I interrupt something?”
“Oh my God, Hudson!” I hear in the background. “You did not just call her. I told you to leave her alone!” I picture Avery trying to grab the phone from him as he reaches it up above his head.
“Sorry, sunshine. But it’s absolutely unacceptable that she gets to stay in bed getting laid while we have to be at Sunday brunch when I suggested we also stay in bed all morning.”
“Seriously, Hudson. Hang up that phone and leave her alone!”
“Or what?” he teases. The silence stretches on the line and suddenly I don’t want to be on this side of it anymore. I hang up before my brother has a chance to say anything I don’t want to hear.
“Hudson?” Jacob asks.
My phone lands with a soft thud against the blankets tangled at the end of the bed. “Yes, bitching about Sunday brunch.”
His eyes widened, “Oh shit, I completely forgot it is Sunday.” Quickly, he stands up to take care of the condom, and starts frantically searching for his clothes. I start to laugh at him as he fumbles to get his pants on. “Why are you laughing and not getting dressed?”
“Whyareyou getting dressed?”
His brow furrows in confusion. “For brunch?”
I groan. “You’re going to make me go, aren’t you?”
He smiles back at me and bends down once he gets his belt fastened. Still shirtless, I place my hand on his waist. “Yes,” he says, attempting to give me a quick kiss. I push my tonguebetween his lips before he can pull away, trying to pull him back to bed.
“Wouldn’t you rather stay in bed with me?”
“Mmmm, you know the answer to that question, but I promised Isabelle we’d be there.”
That makes me stop. “Talking to my mother about me?”
“No, but I did run into her at my mom’s shop. She was buying flowers for Sarah’s headstone and she asked if we would be there Sunday.”
“Asked about both of us? Plural? Not just you?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
I’m not sure how to answer that. I don’t think it is one. But she doesn’t know we are together because I haven’t told them yet. Then again, my mom tends to know everything. She just doesn’t gossip like Fran and Cordie, who probably told everyone the next day—including my parents—when they caught us making out on Jacob’s porch.
He stands in front of me and takes my face in his hands. “It’ll be fine, sweetheart. It’s us.”
“Us,” I repeat, liking the way it sounds coming from his lips. Taking in a deep breath, I hold it for a few seconds before blowing it out, the worries going out with it. I’m sure they’ll come crashing back like a vase shattering on the floor, but at least I know Jacob will be there with me to clean up the mess.
