Page 84 of Seduction
I let him feed me, knowing I need the sustenance, but not really tasting the liquid.
“Jon?”
“Hmm?”
“If I lose my br—”
“You won’t.”
“But if I do—”
“You’ll still be the most beautiful woman I know. Nothing will change.”
“You say that now….”
“I told you you’re mine, and I meant it.” His eyes lock on to mine. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. Now that I’ve found you, there’s no way I’m letting you go.”
“Found me?” My lips quiver with the question.
“Just in case you haven’t figured it out, you and me?” He motions between us. “This thing we have going? It’s real. As soon as we get through this, I’m putting my patch on your back.”
“Jon….”
Tears gather in my eyes as I stare at him. I’d see this as something to look forward to on the other side of this mess—which is probably why he said it—but I can’t. I never thought I’d wear anyone’s patch but Eddie’s, but I’d gladly wear Jon’s if I had the chance.
Maybe it’s just not meant to be.
“Eat up,” he encourages me.
With him feeding me, I finish the entire bowl. Only then does he remove the other dome and has his meal as I crawl off the bed and head to the bathroom. After turning on the shower, I strip and stand in front of the mirror, scrutinizing my body. My breasts. They’re not as pert as they used to be after breastfeeding Mikey, but they’re okay. Not too big or too small. Jon seems to like them.Ilike them. I cover the left one with my palm, trying to envision myself without it. I guess it wouldn’t be too bad. I could always get cosmetic surgery, or one of those cool tattoos to cover it up.
But it still wouldn’t be the same.
I’d still feel like less of a woman.
As the tears slide down my cheeks, I step under the spray of the water, letting the hot water beat down on my skin. Sobs rock my body, my arms instinctively wrapping around it. My weak knees give out, but before I fall to the floor, strong arms catch me. Jon pulls me against him, holding me as I let it all out. There’s nothing else I can do. I have no control over which way this goes. I’m helpless. Powerless. That feeling is like a dark abyss from which there is no escape.
I might as well give in to it.
“We’re going to fight this, Ellen. No matter what it is, we’ll fight it together.”
I didn’t think it possible, but at his words, I cry harder. Even when I’m out of tears, my chest heaves, my throat raw. I want to believe him. I want to think that his strength will help me through this. I just don’t know how to accept his help.
Not yet.
My sobs eventually turn to sniffles, and Jon holds me at arms’ length. I raise my eyes to his, seeing the emotion staring back at me. His thumbs swipe at my cheeks, wiping away the remnants of my tears.
“I’ve got you, beautiful.”
He turns me around, pulling my back against his front and reaching for the soap. With gentle strokes, he slides it across my breasts. With the same soft touch, he massages the suds into my skin, showering them both with attention. Under, over, around, and side to side his hands go, his palms gliding across my nipples with each motion. I lean in to him, moaning even though I know he doesn’t mean it to be sensual. At the sound, one hand moves south, reaching between my thighs. His fingers part my lips before centering on my clit, rubbing in gentle circles.
“Please, Jon,” I beg. I just need to forget. Just for a while.
Two fingers enter me, my wetness evidence of how much I want this. He sucks at the base of my neck, his other hand pinching my nipple.
“More….”
I press my ass against him, moaning when his erection connects with the small of my back. His fingers slide out of me and I turn to face him, laying my hands on his shoulders. He grabs my thighs, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his hips. Impatient, I reach down and guide his dick to my entrance, sinking down on it.
