Page 53 of What Was Meant To Be

“I assumed we’d live together soon, but can I get out of my current relationship first though?”

“Does that idea make you wet? Having complete access to this whenever you want?” He nods at his dick. “Whenever you want it, baby, it’s yours. You wake up in the middle of the night and that greedy pussy of yours needs me, I’m there. You fucking climb on top of me and ride me until I wake up coming in your wet cunt.” He growls and my breath hitches as I pull my fingers away from my clit. “You come home from a long day of classes and I’m there waiting to slide my tongue through your wet slit.”

“You’re going to be waiting for me when I get home from classes? Giving up saving the world, are we?”

“For now.”

We aren’t touching ourselves anymore, we’re just staring at each other, our eyes doing all the talking that our hearts still understand. I lay down, pulling the covers over me as a chill sets in and stare at the screen as he lays down to face his.

“What is with you? You’ve checked your phone no less than twenty times since we sat down. I thought Whitney wasn’t getting home until tonight?” I pull my eyes away from my phone and they land on my younger brother who’s staring at the screen above us watching Sports Center. It’s been two days since I’ve seen Whitney in any capacity. I haven’t seen her face since we came together on FaceTime two fucking days ago and I was about to fuckingloseit. Apparently, yesterday her infuriating ex-fiancéyes ex, I refuse to refer to him as her fiancé regardless of the fact that she hasn’t told him yetand his pain in the ass mother threw a fit to allow Whitney to stay the night with him last night which is fucked up. Who insists that his fiancée sleeps on an uncomfortable small hospital couch all night? I’d gotten a few texts from her assumedly when she’d go to the bathroom but she says that Parker has been clingier than usual and it’s made it hard for her to get away.

That’s all about to fucking change when she gets home.“I haven’t fucking seen her. It’s been two days and I haven’t seen her. We haven’t Facetimed…” I ball my hands into fists and down the shot in front of me. “And she hasn’t told Parker it’s over.”

“Well, no, obviously. Whitney has manners.” I hear a higher voice speak up from behind me and when I look to the side of me, I see Chloe dropping onto the bar stool next to Trey and planting a kiss on his cheek. “What would that look like breaking up with him while he’s still got a catheter in.” She scrunches her nose and pulls her sunglasses from over her eyes and pushes them into her hair before pulling off her leather jacket.

Annoyance spikes in my veins. “Okay, why are you here?”

“Hey.” Trey glares at me and punches me lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t start.”

“Jacob, I’ve done you quite a few favors over the past few days and really the last few years if we’re getting technical. I could have told Uncle Kevin that you had spent the better part of two years violating his little princess when you fucked up and left her. But—”

“Okay, babe?” Trey casts her a glance and shakes his head before wrapping his arm around her neck and pressing a kiss to her temple. “Not the time.”

“I’m just saying, don’t get your panties all in a twist with me. I’ve been one of the few in your corner.” She flicks a blonde strand over her hair and waves at the bartender. “I’ll take whatever they’re drinking,” she says, pointing at the drinks in front of us.

I swallow my annoyance at this whole situation. “Have you talked to her?”

“Mmhmm.” She doesn’t offer up any information.

“I just… what did she say? Has she mentioned saying anything to Parker? I just, want to know when the fuck I’m going to see her.”

“You know you’re awfully concerned about her telling Parker when I don’t see you telling Uncle Kev and Aunt Michelle.” She eyes me over the beer the bartender places in front of her. Her green eyes narrowed into slits.

“She said she wanted Parker to know first.”

“But then she said you went all ‘I’ll tell them,’” she says in a deep voice as an attempt to imitate me. “Someone worried all of a sudden?”

“I’m not worried, I just… it’s a big thing. Telling them this.”

My phone vibrates with a text message and adrenaline kicks in when I see her name on the screen. My heart begins to race and I realize I’m nervous about what it could say. Her flight was canceled. They decided to stay longer. She changed her mind about everything.

Fuck. I am losing it.

Whitney: I’m coming home.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

Me: Thank God. When?

Whitney: Now. And I’m alone.

I immediately pick up the phone and slide off the bar stool to have some privacy.

“Hi,” she says after only one ring.

My fingers itch with anticipation of having her in my arms. My heart races as I think about pressing my lips to hers. My dick hardens that the thought of being inside her.How fucking soon?“When will you be here?”

“I just got to the airport; I should be there around seven California time.” She sighs. “I cannot wait to get the fuck out of this state.”

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