Jacob pulled back to see if she was all right. He smiled. She began to release in waves of pleasure. Patient but insistent, he continued the pace until she began to rise again. Caught in her rising heat, he gave in to his passion. Together, they slipped over the cliff. They held each other tight through the rise and fall of blissful sensation.
“Stay right there.”
He kissed her lips, her nose, and then rose to attend to the condom. When he returned, she held her arms out to him. He dropped into her arms.
“How are you?” he said.
“Really, really good. Thanks. You?”
“I feel amazing. You don’t feel funny or sad or embarrassed …” He stopped talking when Jill laughed.
“Oddly, no,” she said. “If you do that again, I’m your slave.”
He laughed. “I hate leaving you, but I need to take Sarah out for a bit before I get ready to go. Would you like to come with us?”
“I think I’d like some time to myself,” Jill said. “Is that all right?”
“Of course. I washed your clothes from yesterday but they aren’t quite dry. I have sweats that might fit you.”
“Sweats are great.”
Getting up from the bed, he began to dress in running gear. He gave Jill a pair of sweats. She rolled down the top to make them work. In the T-shirt and sweats, she had a charming sexiness that almost dragged them back to bed. She smiled at the look he gave her.
He scooped her up in a hug. His lips found her mouth. With effort, he broke from the kiss.
“This is so not how I wanted to do this,” he whispered.
“Only that I have to keep moving,” he said.
Jill stepped back from him to help him gain some control. He smiled his thanks.
“Delphie would love to see you. When you’re ready for company, just open the door to the house. I’ll be back soon.”
He brushed her lips with his mouth. He picked up Sarah’s leash and Sarah waited at the door to the stairs. Opening the door to the stairs, he turned to look at her one last time.
“I love you, Jill. I always have.”
He closed the door before she could respond. Jill went to the windows to watch Jacob and Sarah, but the iron-fenced perimeter of the Castle front yard was surrounded by paparazzi photographers. She saw Jacob whistle for Sarah and then head around the back. Unsure of what to do, and not wanting her picture taken, she plopped down in the sagging armchair.
Yesterday, her mind was consumed by her Trevor-screwed-up life. Today, she was … She smiled. Happy.
In a burst of emotion, her fear and guilt returned.
What would Trevor think?
She heard Trevor’s screaming voice telling her that she was a worthless whore. Jill pressed her hands against her ears. But the voice in her head continued its rampage. She was almost in tears when she heard a knock on the door to the apartment. Without thinking, Jill walked across the apartment to open the door.
“Don’t let that man steal your happiness, sweetie,” Delphie said.
Jill dropped into her arms.
The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1 continues tomorrow…
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