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When she went to walk by me, I grabbed her hand, stopping her from going any farther. “Thank you, Piper,” I murmured in her ear. “Thank you for everything.”
Much to my surprise, she turned in my arms and stood on tiptoes. She placed a hard peck on my mouth. “You don’t have to thank me for anything, Jaron.” She kissed me one last time before pulling away from me.
I headed to the basement door but not before I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Piper was standing at the door to our bedroom, looking my way. “Enjoy your workout, Jaron,” she said, slipping into the room, the door quietly shutting behind her.
The silence surrounding me suddenly became loud, the demons of what I had done while in jail, screaming for that release. But like normal, I ignored them, and I knew that if I didn’t talk about it, they would eventually take over.
Piper
After I left Jaronstanding in the living room, I quickly headed to our bedroom. I went to get changed into pajamas when my gaze landed on his white t-shirt sitting on the edge of my bed. I couldn’t even remember when he had put it there.
Stripping out of my clothes, I threw them in the laundry hamper. My gaze flicked back to his shirt. Lifting it to my nose, I inhaled. It smelled of spice and him. Everything that made up Jaron.
I slipped the worn fabric over my head and down my naked body. The Hell’s Harlem logo sat above my left breast. I fisted the fabric and brought it back up to my nose. The scent of him washed over me, my nipples hardening. That familiar ache settled between my thighs.
My gaze flicked to the door. When I didn’t hear anything, my stomach fell that he wasn’t coming to join me. He said he was going to check out his surprise but a part of me hoped that he would join me instead. Not that I expected anything more than for him to just sleep beside me. But I wanted him to hold me. To tell me that everything would be okay. Thatwewould be okay.
We went into this backwards. Before we actually became anusand I wanted to do everything I could to make it work. But I couldn’t do it without him.
Taking a deep breath and then another, I let my feet guide me to the door. Leaving my bedroom, I headed out into the living room and saw that Jaron was nowhere to be found.
Deciding to check to see if he did go into the basement, I went down the stairs leading to the surprise Cyrus, Sammy, and I had done up for Jaron. It was my idea. I wanted to give him something as a form of therapy. Something that could help him out of his head, and I knew from speaking with Gigi, that working out could help.
Once I stood on the other side of the door that led to the home gym, I chewed my bottom lip. What would I even say to him? I could work out with him, but it wasn’t like I was exactly dressed for lifting weights.
I lifted my hand to knock but hesitated. I could hear the weights moving. I hoped that it would become a routine for Jaron. To give him something that felt…normal. He had said that he wasn’t used to it being so quiet. As much as I was sure there were things about jail that he didn’t want to remember, working out was probably not one of them.
Cyrus and Sammy helped me design the home gym for him. When they went to see him, he told them that working out was what he did to keep out of trouble. So it made sense to have one at home for him.
I was still shocked at myself for my little outburst out in the backyard, but I’d had enough. He needed to hear my thoughts. I imagined what it would be like to have angry sex with him. It was probably dirty, hard, rough, and downright filthy.
Jaron needed more than just physical contact. He needed to talk. To me. To a professional. To someone.
I had heard of people having PTSD after getting released from jail. Stupid me thought that he wasn’t in it long enough for that to happen, but I was clearly wrong. I didn’t know what he had done to survive. He wouldn’t tell me. God, I wish he would tell me. Just something. Anything. I needed to hear his voice. But he closed up. Completely.
My thoughts traveled back to how he used to be. He had been dominant when I first slept with him but now, he was worse. My core clenched, remembering the way he had control of my body. The tension had been building ever since he got home. I almost expected something to happen tonight, but it didn’t. It threw me off. Jaron had never been a gentleman when it came to sex. It was one of the many things I loved about him because I was the same way. I enjoyed when he threw me up against the wall and took what he wanted, giving me everything in return just the same. But nothing happened. I needed it. I needed him. That rough side of him. He knew I could take it. It would happen. In time. Because I knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Eventually he would snap and give me everything that I wanted.
Placing my hand on the doorknob, I took a breath and then another. He needed to get out of his head. Working out and sex, they were the only ways I knew would help him. I would be his therapy. Whatever he needed. And whenever he was ready to talk, I would be there as well.
Before I changed my mind and ran, I opened the door and stepped into the gym.
Jaron sat on a bench, wiping the sweat off his face.
Every inch of me came alive. The tiny hairs on my body tingled. My stomach tumbled. My heart raced.
His head popped up, his dark slate eyes meeting mine before roaming down the length of me. He sat up straighter, tossing the towel to the floor. He pulled the earbuds from his ears before setting his phone on the bench behind him.
No words passed between us.
My heart picked up speed, pounding in my ears like tiny little drums.
Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it.
He watched me and waited. I could almost hear him saying,‘You want something, come and get it.’
The few times we had been together, he was in full control. Well tonight, it was my turn. It wouldn’t last for long, but I could have some control for a little bit at least.
I pushed away from the door and took a step toward him.
