Free Covered Part Two by Mina Holt, Jaden Wilkes Page B

and I knew he was going to come, I wanted to drink him in, to taste him and show him how much I wanted every part of him. My love knew no bounds, and if he wanted to come in my mouth, I would take it and love it as much as everything else about him.
    He exhaled and said, “Fuck, love, that mouth…” and he came. I felt him fill the back of my throat, I looked up at his face and swallowed, eager to bring him the joy he’d given me.
    He grunted and thrust one last time and relaxed, his entire body softened and he looked down at me and smiled. He loosened my hair and stroked my cheek with one hand.
    “I love you,” he said and cupped my cheek in his hand, “I love you so much, I can’t imagine my life before you, and I can’t imagine a life without you in it.”
    I pulled back, swallowed the last of him and he helped me stand. He wrapped his arms around me and he held me. I was almost shaking over the intensity of such a small thing, but to me it had been everything.
    “I don’t know how I lived without you,” I told him, admitting it for the first time out loud, “I think back on it and I feel like I was living underwater, barely existing before I knew your love. How did this happen?”
    He tilted my face up to his and kissed me, pulled away and whispered, “Because we’re meant to be together, it’s as simple as that, love.”
    “We really are,” I replied, “I love you too.”
    He moved to pull his pants up and almost fell over his carry on bag. “That reminds me, my gift,” he said and flipped it over, unzipped it and produced something in a small, brightly coloured box with the prettiest bow tied on top.
    “What is it?” I asked, it was too big for a ring and let’s face it, as much love as we felt, it really was too early for that.
    “Open it,” he said and stood beside me, zipping himself up. “I can’t wait to see what you think.”
    I pulled the box off and inside was a beautiful little silver Eiffel Tower figurine encrusted with what appeared to be diamonds. I took it out and looked at it, then looked at him, confused. “It’s gorgeous, but I thought you went to New York.”
    “We’re going to Paris,” he said, unable to contain his excitement, “I’m taking you to Paris, love.”
    “When?” I asked, almost unable to comprehend what was happening.
    “In two days,” he said, “I’ve already spoken to Marta, she’s covering your shifts. Auntie G said she’d be fine seeing how I basically have stolen you away already, according to her.”
    “Oh my god,” I said breathlessly, “I’m going to Paris!”
    “Yes, love, Ms. Britton, you are. We are.”
    I kissed him, standing on my tippy toes to reach his gorgeous mouth. His five o’clock stubble rubbed my sensitive skin and I clung to the box with my gift like it was an anchor keeping me from floating away on a cloud of excitement.
    I’d always wanted to go to Paris, my father had proposed to my mother in front of Notre Dame, and they’d spent a lot of time there. I even had some old photographs of me on the Pont Neuf over the Seine, holding my mom and dad’s hands, my pouty little face about to crinkle into a fit over some long forgotten slight.
    To actually go to the city known for love, where my parents had fallen in love, with the great love of my life.
    It was a dream come true. I’d even had a passport for the last couple years just in case I ever had a chance. I never thought it would happen though.
    If only I’d known how a few days could turn your world upside down, I might have stayed behind.
    But I didn’t, so I packed and we were away, to the city of lights, love and hopefully happiness.

Chapter Nine
     
    “Did I mention we’ll be meeting my sister?” Gavin said and reached for the tiny bottle of water on the table in front of us. We were somewhere over the Atlantic, and it was sometime past midnight as best I could tell. Seattle time, I didn’t know what time zone we were in.
    “What?” I gulped, nearly