“Yeah.” He places a soft kiss on my lips. “Did I hurt you at all?”
“Not even a little.” I slide my hand over his chest, feeling his still heavily beating heart. “I feel better now, too.”
When he finally withdraws and pushes back onto his knees, he glances down between my legs and lets out an appreciative sound from deep in his throat.
“Shit, that's really hot.”
“What?”
“Seeing your pussy with my cum dripping out of it.”
Oh goodness. There's something about the way he says things so bluntly. No one else ever talked to me that way, and I love it. I love every filthy word out of his mouth, as well as the sweet stuff.
“Unfortunately, I can't stay like this forever.” Closing my legs, I move to stand up. “I need to get cleaned up.”
Jacob stands up quickly before me and helps me to my feet. Then, looking over his shoulder toward the ocean, he says, “I've got an idea.” Gently tugging on my hand, he starts toward the water, but when I start to pull away, he stops. “What's wrong?”
“I-I haven't been in the water . . . since that day.”
His whole face softens in understanding, and it's the most gentle I've seen him look, probably ever. It almost makes me want to cry.
“We don't have to go in there if you don't want to, but if you do, I won't let go of you. And we won't go out very far.”
Chewing on my lip, I look past him at the water and then back to his face. There's nothing but genuineness there.
He's nothing like the monster this town has painted him out to be and I want to show him that I do trust him completely.
“Okay,” I answer quietly. “Let's go.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
CHAPTER 19
Remi
It takes a little longer than usual to get my bearings when I wake up, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. It appears to be early morning, but there is a heavy cloud cover that makes it difficult to tell the time, along with the rain pattering against the window. A window that is notin my bedroom.
Turning over, I find the bed empty and cold behind me. Jacob must have already left for fishing out on the boat, even in this type of weather.
Warm fuzzy feelings spread throughout me when I think about last night and how Jacob had reacted to seeing me with someone else. I appreciate that he told me how it made him feel and I kind of love knowing that he was burning with jealousy. And then the sex . . . the sex was phenomenal.
But what really hit me in the feels was when he held my hand walking toward the ocean and then didn't let me go as we waded into the water up to our asses. Under the moonlit sky, he held me close and promised he would teach me how to swim whenever I was ready to learn.
I had been attracted to him before, but now, I'm absolutely lovingthis side of him that he's letting me see. It's the sweet side of him that was probably more prominent when he was a teenager before everything happened.
He's definitely still got his rough edges – prison will do that to you – but it's not nearly as bad as it was before. At least, not to me, it's not.
After being in the water, we walked back here to Jacob's place, where I ended up spending the night sleeping next to him for the second time, this time in his bed. I had simply gotten under the sheets while he was in the bathroom and then waited for him to join me, which he finally did after a short moment of hesitation.
I noticed that he didn't look up at any of the cameras the entire time we were back here last night, and I don't think it occurred to him at any point when he was at my house that there weren't any there either, so I'd say that's good progress.
I let out a contented sigh as I roll onto my back. There's still so much we have going against us in the outside world, but right here and now, I'm happy.
I just wish there was something more I could do for him to make his life better. To somehow make up for some of the wrongs that have been done to him.
My gaze lands on Jacob's laptop on the nightstand when I turn my head to the side. He told me he keeps all the videos from the cameras on there, but I can't help but wonder what else he keeps on there.
