Chapter Fifty-Nine
Jake
When she walks back into the room, my stomach flips. A freshly scrubbed and barely covered Emily is a total turn on. Damp hair. Flushed skin. Skintight shorts that barely cover her ass and a tank top with no bra. And fuzzy black and white spotted cow slippers.
Her mouth drops open as she lurches to a stop. “Why don’t you have on a shirt?”
I glance down at Grace who’s nestled against my chest with only her diaper covering her. “Skin to skin contact. I read about it.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, which only serves to amplify the merchandise.
“You’ve got to stop that already. The fact that you know how important skin to skin contact is with a newborn is too much for my brain to comprehend.
It might explode all over the room or I might jump you where you sit. ”
I couldn’t stop the smile that curves up my lips if I had to. “If you’re trying to entice me to stay, you’re doing a damned fine job of it. But I was already planning to.”
When she threads her fingers through her hair, I adjust myself. Not bothering to hide the fact that she’s hot as hell.
“You have work in the morning.”
“I changed my schedule to nights for the rest of the week. I wasn’t sure when you were working, or when your mom would feel up to watching Grace, so I told Cap that I needed a few shifts on nights.” I wink and ease into the sofa. “So, you’re free to go to bed while I’m on baby watch.”
Her eyes narrow as she marches across the room, scoops the baby out of my arms, and disappears into the bedroom.
Well, shit. I might have gone too far. My goal was to ease the burden off her.
To show her how good a team we could be together.
Not give her the impression that she’s incapable of doing this on her own.
Dumb ass, you know how important it is for her to prove she’s self-reliant. I launch off the sofa and pace the floor. How in the hell am I going to fix this mess? I rack my brain trying to think of something smart to say.
When she doesn’t return, I swipe at the sweat beading on my forehead. I’m a fucking dumbass.
She strides through the door. “I told you to stop with all the perfect shit.” Each step she takes brings her closer to me, and I fight the urge to back up because Emily on a mission is lethal.
I raise my hands with palms facing her. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–”
“You’ve got two seconds to drop your shorts and get on your ass before I smack you over the head with a slipper.” She steps in front of me, poking my chest. “Do it now.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I walk backward toward the sofa.
My dick is standing at attention as her touch presses into my flesh, driving me back with each step. I had no idea that her directing me would have my entire body buzzing with excitement.
She smirks as her eyes trail up and down my body. “That’s a good boy.”
I shudder and groan as my dick swells even more. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed?”
“Yes, I’m sure I don’t want to go to bed.” She grasps both sides of my shorts, yanking them down to my thighs and causing my erection to bob in the air. She licks her lips. “Actually, I think I need to punish you for being too perfect.”
“How?” Please God, don’t say by pulling your shorts back up and escorting you to the door. She grasps my length, stroking up and down my cock. “Jesus, Em, that feels good.”
She glares and drops her hand to her side. “I didn’t say that you could speak, now did I?”
“No, Ma’am.” Fuck, I’ve never been harder in my life. This is insane. I knew Emily was feisty but dominant I wasn’t prepared for. And that I’d like it? I would’ve never anticipated that.
“That’s better.” She smiles widely with a wicked glint in her eyes. “Arms at your sides. No touching.”
Before I can respond, she drops to her knees and licks up one side of my length and then the other while dropping my shorts to the floor. My legs are shaking as I kick off the material and toe off my shoes.
“My magnificent beast.” She licks the sensitive spot between my leg and groin.
“Strong muscles.” Another flick of her tongue.
“Barely contained control.” She grasps my hips and inhales as she brushes her face against my straining flesh but remains at a distance that’s impossible to breach without forcing her to submit.
The eyes that meet mine are filled with untamed lust. “You’re so sexy. You make me want to eat you alive. Starting here.” She tastes the precum glistening the tip of my dick. “And then here.” She nips the head.
Fuck. My heart hammers in my ears as I barely swallow over the energy rocketing through me. “Em?”
“What’s wrong?” She strokes her fingernails along my thighs. “Do you want my mouth on you?”
“Yes-s-s,” I hiss, not caring any more that I’m begging.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please fucking take me in your mouth.”
“That’s better. Such a good boy.” She winks, grasps my dick and engulfs me like a pro. My eyes roll back into my head is I moan so loud I’m surprised when the windows don’t rattle.
When I open my hand, my palm stings from where I’ve embedded my nails into it. I slid my fingers through her hair, earning me a swat in the thigh and the air hitting my damp flesh. Okay, no touching. I drop my arm back down to my side.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she engulfs me again. Up and down. Sucking tighter and letting the pressure go until my eyes are crossed, and the need to release is screaming in my veins.
“Is this what you want?” Her mouth remains full of me as I inhale and slowly exhale. “Do you want me fucking weak and needy for you?” She moans her agreement which adds that slight vibration that I need. So, fucking good. “I like you in control. Telling me what to do. Forcing me to submit to you.”
Each sentence is capped off with a whimper and nails digging into my thighs as she squeezes her legs together and wiggles as if she’s as close to the edge as I am. “That’s it, Pretty Girl, you’re so good at that.”
Her gorgeous eyes drink me in with her perfect lips wrapped around me. I’m going to marry this woman.
I grip her arms, lift her to her feet, causing her mouth to pop off my erection, and smash my mouth against hers. Wet. Hot. Fucking heaven. My head spins. I need this. I need her. I need her so fucking bad.
When I yank her top up, she does nothing to stop me. The only break between us is when I maneuver the shirt over her head and rip her skintight black shorts to expose every inch of my beautiful woman. I grip her face. “You’re all mine. Every fucking inch of you is mine.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better. I’m not going to say having you on your knees, sucking me off, and calling me a good boy didn’t have me hard as granite, but this…
.” I shake my head. “This beautiful face. Those gorgeous eyes. That mouth. I want it all. All day. Every day. Anyhow I can get it. I’m obsessed with you.
” I grab her by the hips, lifting her off her feet until her legs wrap around my waist, and walk to the sofa’s edge.
She gasps when I spin her around and bury myself to the hilt in one fluid motion. She’s so wet. And tight. Perfect.
“Yes, please Jake, you’re so fucking big. It feels so good. You–”
Her breath hitches as I pound into her with unrelenting precision. I can’t stop. I can’t think. All I do is feel. And feel more of it. The way her pussy squeezes my dick. The way the back of her legs smack against my thighs. The silken flesh of her skin under my fingertips.
It’s not her mom’s kitchen island, which provided me with years of fantasies, but this is better. This is real. I’m inside her. Touching her. Claiming her. Reality beats any fantasy I’ve ever had.
“Oh, my God, Jake. Yes.” Her entire body quivers, causing my dick to spasm. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please, right there.”
My eyes roll back into my head as I plunge into her over and over again. Deeper. Faster. So, fucking fast and hard that her head lurches forward with every lunch of my hips.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck. Jesus. Yes, fuck.” The words fall from her lips like an epitaph.
Perfect. I pull out from her still quaking walls to pump my cock as cum spills onto her ass.
“Why did you do that?” She glances at me over her shoulder.
“You’re mine.” I trace my finger through my cum, spelling my name on her ass. Before she can say anything, I drop to my knees, spread her thighs and ass cheeks wide and feast on her pussy. Wet, slick heat.
Between licks, I say, “I’m not done with you.”
I trace her puckered hole with my thumb and drop past the tight rim as I tongue fuck her. She whimpers with approval. That’s it, baby. I smile against her flesh as I flick and tug on her clit with my free hand.
“Jesus! Fuck!” she screams as another orgasm rips through her. This time, she collapses on the sofa with her face into the cushion and doesn’t move.
“Perfect.” I smack her ass as I stare at her in complete awe. This woman is mine, and I couldn’t be more in love with her if I tried.
A cry breaks through our heavy breathing. “I’ve got her.” I toss on my shorts and rush to the bedroom. What I wouldn’t give to make both of them mine. I stumble over my toe in the threshold between the living room and bedroom.
Shit. Don’t do that. Em has her for thirty days. That’s it.
Grace wiggles from side to side inside the swaddle thing that Emily tucked her into when she put her to sleep.
Or is it? Could it be more? Forever?
I rub my chest as Grace’s deep brown eyes meet mine. Do I want it to be more? Yes. There’s no question about it.
Does Emily? There’s no way she doesn’t. But is it possible?