Cherished (Wanted #4)(46)
Author: Kelly Elliott

I closed my eyes as I listened to her talk about that day. I balled my hands into fists, and I wanted to hit the wall.

“I love him…from the very beginning, I told you that I loved him. I never gave you any reason to think I didn’t love him. Yes, I know. Okay.”

Fuck! What are they talking about?

“Meet me at Willow Creek Café at seven thirty. That gives me thirty minutes to meet you. I need to let Scott know. Yes, I will.”

She’s going to meet him? I leaned my head up against the wall and tried to take deep breaths. Why is she going to meet him?

“Yes, that’s the place. Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can find Scott and let him know. See you in a few.”

I turned and quickly walked to my office where I sat down behind my desk. I felt like I was going to throw up. When Jessie walked in, I stood and walked over to her. I pulled her to me and kissed the living shit out of her. She instantly brought her hands up and pulled on my hair as she let out a sweet, long moan.

God, I love her so much. Please don’t leave me, Jessie. Please.

I was just about to say something to her when she said, “Scott…please make love to me.”

“What? Right now?” I asked, knowing she had to meet the fucker.

She smiled and nodded her head. I reached down and picked her up. I carried her over to my desk where I sat her down on it. She had a skirt on, and the sight of her beautiful legs about drove me mad. I sat down in my chair and placed my hands on her legs. I slowly moved them up toward her panties. She threw her head back and let out a moan.

I hooked my fingers in her panties and whispered, “Lift up, baby.”

She lifted herself off the desk, so I could take off her panties. I set them aside as I stood, and then I started to take off my jeans. She smiled when she saw I had no underwear on. I sat back down in my chair and watched as she licked her lips and made her way onto my lap.

“Fuck…” I whispered as she slowly sank down onto me.

I threw my head back and let out a moan as she ran her tongue along my neck and then up to my ear.

“I love you,” she said as she started to ride me fast and hard.

I grabbed on to her and looked into her eyes. In that moment, I knew what she was doing. She was proving to me how much she loved me and who was number one in her world. She had no idea that I knew she would be late for meeting that fucker, and I didn’t even care at this point. All I knew was that the girl I loved more than life itself was making love to me in my office while whispering over and over how much she loved me.

“Oh god…Scott!” she called out as she held on to the armrest of the chair and leaned back.

I could almost feel her tighten on my dick as she began to come.

“Yes…oh god, yes.” She snapped her head forward and looked into my eyes.

That was when I lost it. “Jessie…” was all I could manage to get out.

She leaned over and began kissing me. I moaned into her mouth while every ounce of my love poured into her body. She rested her forehead against mine as she tried to steady her breathing.

“Baby, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.

I thought she would get up and move, but she stayed there. I was still inside her, and she let out a small moan as she moved her hips against me.

“I don’t want to leave. I want to stay this way forever,” she whispered against my neck.

I let out a laugh. “It would be kind of hard to deliver a baby with my penis in the way.”

She giggled. “I hate the word penis,” she said as she looked at me and winked.

“Then, maybe we should come up with a list of different words for penis,” I said, raising my eyebrows. That could be a fun evening.

Her smile dropped, and she looked at me with tears building in her eyes. “Scott, I don’t want you to ever again doubt my love for you. My whole heart belongs to you and only you. It always has, and it always will.”

I love her so damn much. “Jessie,” I said softly, “baby, I love you so much. You have no idea how much I love you, and I will fight for you until the day I die.”

She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “You don’t have to fight for me. You already have me,” she said with a smile.

I leaned up and gently kissed her.

She looked into my eyes and said, “I need you to go somewhere with me.”

I nodded. “Okay. Where?”

“I need you to go with me to Willow Creek Café.”

Holy shit. I wasn’t expecting that.

The look on Scott’s face was hard to read. He seemed shocked when I asked him to go with me to the café. I was almost scared to tell him that Trey was in town and would be there. I wasn’t afraid to meet Trey alone at all. Lying in bed earlier, alone in Scott’s room, it had all become so clear to me. I knew I didn’t love Trey, and I was letting the guilt take over my emotions.

“Scott, Trey called the house. He said you were listed. I answered and agreed to meet him at the café.”

Scott sat there, just staring at me.

“Being alone in the bedroom for those few hours, I really had time to think. That day when Trey had…well, when he touched me like he did…”

Scott closed his eyes, and I felt his grip tighten on my hips before he let go.

“That whole night, all I wanted to do was go back to my room and shower. I felt like I had been violated somehow even though I had asked him…to make me forget.”

I saw the tears building in his eyes, and it was killing me, knowing that this conversation was hurting him.

“You don’t feel that way about someone if you love him…or have feelings for him. I know now that it was my guilt that was eating away at me. It was playing with my emotions. Scott, I. Love. You. Only you.”

Scott cleared his throat. “Why did you kiss him good-bye?”

“Guilt. I felt so bad for leaving him. I guess, in a sense, I formed a friendship with him because I knew he was hurting like I was. He knew how it felt to hurt so deeply. Once I started thinking more and more about that night when I’d walked in and seen Chelsea, the more and more I started to try to pull away from Trey…until one day, it just hit me. I needed you. I needed to talk to you, and I had to talk to you right then. I freaked out the night the storm hit because I couldn’t get a hold of you, and I was so afraid. That next morning…when I said good-bye to him…I just didn’t want to break his heart again. Does that make sense? He tried to deepen the kiss, but I pushed him away. I don’t have those feelings for him. I care about him but only as a friend.”