Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Jett is quiet, his eyes intent on mine, and I feel so exposed under his gaze. I try to look away, but he grips my face and demands, “Eyes on me. I want to see everything. Don’t hide.”
My lips tremble, and more tears fall from my eyes, running down my nose. “Jett,” I whisper, and he strokes my cheek once more.
“I’m here, Fable.”
I don’t dare look away as I put my feelings into words. “I have been blamed and made fun of because I couldn’t get wet for guys. They’d try to get me off with their fingers, and when they couldn’t, they’d give up and then convince me that once they were inside me, I’d enjoy it. I never did,” I say, my voice shaky. “I’d just lie there, deciding how I wanted to decorate my planner or wondering what I’d watch next on Hulu. I never enjoyed it, and I just felt like I was a hole to them.”
Jett’s eyes turn black as his face morphs into pure fury. “They fucked you, even knowing you weren’t into it?” I nod, and his glare deepens. “That’s not fucking okay, Fable.”
“I know,” I whisper. “But I felt like I had to do it because maybe I’d start to like it. My last boyfriend had a hard time getting it up, so we’d only have sex once a month. And every time, he’d be so into it, and I’d just stare at him, wondering when he’d be done.”
Jett’s not trying to hide how he feels now. His body is shaking, his thumb pressing into my cheek as he gazes down at me. “That is bullshit,” he grits out, and if I didn’t know him, I’d be scared of how pissed he is.
I chew on the inside of my cheek and then admit, “When my ex broke up with me, he told me I have all these tattoos and piercings, yet I don’t like sex. I got them to make sure I could feel down there. I had hope that I wasn’t broken, that I could feel the joys of sex, and now I know that I didn’t have to do any of that. I just needed to be with you.”
While I can tell he’s still fuming, his gaze turns tender as he holds me close. “I can’t believe you went through that, Fable. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You are perfect.”
I shake my head. “No. My therapist says I’m asexual—”
“I don’t even know what that is, but I don’t fucking care,” he snaps, cutting me off. “What did I tell you? These labels are shit. They are unnecessary. You’re you. You’re enough. You’re perfect.”
My lips tremble again, more tears streaming down my face. “I feel that when you look at me.”
“Because it’s true,” he says with so much conviction I couldn’t deny his truth if I tried. “I can say this and know I’m right, because the guys you let touch you weren’t men. No man would allow the woman he was with to lie there and take what he was giving, knowing she wasn’t enjoying it. That’s insane and pisses me the fuck off.” He moves then, covering my body with his. His hips nestle right between my thighs, his cock semi-hard against my soft center. “I’m so sorry you went through that, Fable.”
“It’s not your fault.”
He searches my gaze, and I almost feel like he blames himself. Why? That’s insane. His eyes fall to my lips then lift back to my eyes, and my body burns for him. He looks at me with so much need and longing that I find it hard to breathe under his intense gaze. He trails his thumb along my lip. “For me, your pleasure is my pleasure. I can’t get off unless you do. I won’t enjoy it unless I see at least one smile, hear three whines, and my name being chanted by those sweet lips.” When another tear slides down my cheek, he captures it with his tongue, and heat rushes between my legs. “I won’t ever slide between these sexy legs just to get off. No, if I’m between these legs, it’s to have you screaming my name and coming on my cock so that I can follow right along with you.” I blink back the tears, and he’s there to catch the ones that fall. “But if, at any time, you don’t want or need it, I’m fine with that, Fable. I just want you.”
His words shock me, and my mouth falls open. Incredulously, I insist, “Jett, come on. You exude sex—”
“I have a hand and, now, a great spank bank after the ways I just took you.” He waggles his brows, and my face explodes in delight. My cheeks hurt from how wide I’m smiling at him, and the sweet look in his eyes tells me he loves it. His voice is soft, a bit shaky, as he says, “I’m not here because I want to fuck you. I mean, I do, basically all the time, but I’m here because you’re important to me.”