Chapter Forty-Eight
Emily
This time, when I open my eyes, I know where I am.
I’m in Jake’s bed with his arm wrapped around me, holding me tightly to his solid, warm body.
His eyes are closed as his chest slowly rises and falls.
He mumbles something and tightens his grip, pulling me closer until every inch of my body is smashed against his.
He says something again and kisses my temple.
But how did I get here? I stare at the ceiling as some of the previous night flashes before my eyes. Rusty Nail. Why was I at Rusty Nail? I wrinkle my nose. I met Ruby there, and….
And we saw Jake with Amanda.
I tip my head back and glare at him. The urge to kick him in the groin hits hard. Stop. Wait. You’re here with him, and your leg is wrapped around him. Think. What else happened?
Ruby and I went somewhere…. Think. Callahan’s Bar. I see the lit-up sign from the bar in my mind.
There was drinking. I cringe. Too much drinking. And some annoying guy that Ruby set me up with. He–
I bolt upright in the bed, knocking Jake’s arm off me as his eyes snap open.
“What’s wrong?” He lurches to a seated position as I gasp down a gulp of air.
“That guy tried to drug me.”
“Yes, Em, he did, but I stopped him. He didn’t hurt you.” He cradles my face and stares into my eyes, making my stomach flip. “Do you remember that?”
God, he’s beautiful. Did we…. I lick my lips, and everything comes rushing back in a wave. Outside of the bar. In the wide open. Oh my God, we did. Shit. Anyone could have seen us.
I gnaw my bottom lip and rub my thumb over the seam of the blanket that I dislodged, exposing his entire body except for his underwear. Golden skin. Muscles. A light tracing of hair that travels down and under the fabric. I’m staring.
I’m still staring.
I snap my head up, but the view is just as delicious. Blue eyes. Tousled brown hair. A 5 o’clock shadow that I’d love to ride. Again. Every inch of my body is on fire. “Um, some of last night is a little fuzzy.”
“Fuck.” He swallows hard while dropping his hand to his lap. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have.” He clears his throat. “I shouldn’t have–”
“Please stop.” I place my index finger against his lips.
“I remember most of everything, and I don’t regret having sex with you.
I mean….” Heat covers my cheeks. “I should’ve probably not insisted we have sex in the parking lot.
” I wrinkle my noses. “The least I could’ve done was let you get inside and then climbed on top of you.
That would’ve been classier. I put your job at risk if someone would’ve seen us. ”
He smirks. “I love hearing that you couldn’t resist my charm long enough to open a door and move twelve inches inside of a vehicle before you forced yourself on me.”
I roll my eyes. “You would love to hear that.”
“Hey.” He puts his thumb under my chin. “I also couldn’t resist you for that amount of time. I tried to be noble. I wanted to make sure you were in a better state, but I couldn’t stop myself from plunging my dick inside you and savoring every whimper that came out of your delicious fucking mouth.”
“Yeah?” My core clenches at the heat in his eyes. I don’t know what this means but I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to be with Jake again. He makes me feel things that no one else ever has. Or ever will. He’s ruining me for any other man.
“Yes, yeah.” He pulls me onto his lap. “But if you’d prefer to make it up to me, I’d sacrifice my dignity for another round of your sweet perfection.”
“Your dignity?” I laugh as I wrap my legs and arms around him. “I don’t want to ruin your dignity. It’s really the only thing you’re holding on to.”
“Wench.” He shakes his head and smacks my ass. When I squeal in shock, his cock presses against my sex.
“Fuck it. I don’t need dignity when it comes to you.” He slams his mouth against mine, eliciting a whimper from deep inside of me. The man knows how to kiss.
If it didn’t piss me off that he’d had so much practice to get this good, I’d tell him how good he was. But he already has a big head and doesn’t need a bigger one. And I don’t want to talk about where he learned his skills.
As his hands roam over me, I arch into him like a cat. Every inch of my body aches for relief and as the fuzz from the night before vanishes. He wants me. I want him. That’s all that matters.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, causing him to groan and dig his fingertips into my ass. Then, his hands are everywhere as he yanks his borrowed shirt over my head and caresses my curves. I really need to get the T-shirt back. It smells like him.
“Pretty girl, you’ve got to stop that before I lose control.”
After I quirk an eyebrow, I ask, “What if I want you to lose control?”
“Do you?” His cocky smirk has my sex throbbing, and suddenly, I can’t find it in me to care that he has a line of women that’re ready to fall to their knees for him.
Today. This morning. I’m on him, and he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. At least, right now, I’m all he wants.
“Yes, I want you to lose control and fuck me.”
His eyes darken as he grabs my chin. “Fucking you is too crude. I want to worship you. Ruin you for every other man in the world. I want you to forget any other man that you’ve ever been with.”
He doesn’t know how easy that is. “They’re already forgotten.”
“Good girl.”
“So…. What if we rectified my mistake from last night?”
“Which part? The part where you let another man touch you?” He slides his hand between my thighs and rubs my clit through my soaked panties. I moan so loud I’m surprised his neighbor’s dog doesn’t start barking. “Because if I could scrub that image from my brain, I’d do it.”
“So would I but I was thinking of something a little more specific.”
“Were you? I’m intrigued to know what that is.” He slides my panties to the side and swipes two fingers along my slit.
“Yes….” I arch my hips and grind down on his fingers until they slip past the edge of my sex.
“You’re so fucking wet and greedy.” He plunges inside of me. “Touching you like this makes me feel like a god.”
“It feels so good. You feel so good.” I rock back and forth, riding him as he alternates between filling me and rubbing my clit. It only takes a few seconds and my core is twitching. “You’re an asshole.”
His fingers stop. My eyes pop open. I shouldn’t have said that.
“Why?” The concerned look on his face makes my stomach twist. Why does he look at me like my disapproval would destroy him? This can’t be real. Or it can’t be long-term, right?
No. Jake doesn’t do long term. He doesn’t date. He plays the field and I’m just the field he’s currently plowing.
Why am I using farming metaphors?
“I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No.” His jaw is tight as he swallows. “Say it. I don’t want things left unsaid between us. Why did you say that?”
“Fine,” I sigh, admitting that all his previous lovers makes me jealous is not something I want to spill to the universe for him to feel sorry for me. “I don’t like that you know how to play me this easily, and that the reason you can is because of all the women that you’ve been with before.”
He slides his fingers inside me. “These fingers belong to you. Forget about everyone else. I’ve forgotten all of them. So, use my fingers. My tongue.” His dark eyes swirl with lust. “And my cock as your personal play toys because they’re yours to use and command.”
“Jesus.” The man makes me feral as I lift my hips, yank down his underwear, causing his dick to bob free.
It’s hard, swollen, and an angry red as if he’s about to split apart with need.
And I do this to him. I raise up and place the tip of him to my core.
“I want to ride you like I should’ve last night. ”
“Thank God.” He grasps my hips and slams me to his base with a growl.
As he fills every inch of me, stars fill my vision. The man was made for me.
Don’t think that. This is for the moment. Enjoy it. I straighten my back and ride up and down his length. With each slam of my ass against his tights, he grunts his approval.
Moments pass. Seconds. Minutes. It’s all a blur of hands, mouths, tongues, and pleasure. I can’t get enough of him.
“Deeper. Harder. Faster.” I use my hips to snap down on him.
“As you wish.” Did he just quote The Princess Bride?
My eyes roll back into my head as he annihilates my pussy. The walls of my sex quiver and clamp down as he takes me higher until black covers my vision. “Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, my God. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I gasp and spasm as my orgasm rocks my entire body.
“Fuck, Em.” Jake grunts and thrusts against me. His breathing stops as he shakes and spasms of cum shoot inside of me.