Chapter 11
Jake
She's spread out beneath me like a gift.
Her hair is still damp, fanning across my pillow in dark waves. Her skin is flushed from the shower, from my hands, from the orgasm I gave her against the tile wall. Her eyes are half-lidded and hazy with want.
I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
I settle myself between her thighs, bracing my weight on my forearms. She wraps her legs around my waist immediately, pulling me closer, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to just take her.
Not yet.
"I love you," I tell her. "I need you to know that."
"I know." She reaches up to cup my face. "I love you too, Jake."
"I've never felt like this before. With anyone."
"Neither have I."
I kiss her then, slow and deep, pouring everything I feel into it. The wanting. The waiting. The certainty that this woman was made for me, and I was made for her.
Then I slide inside her.
Madison gasps, her back arching off the bed. I give her a moment to adjust, my whole body trembling with the effort of staying still. She's so warm, so tight, so perfect around me.
"Okay?" I manage.
"More than okay." Her nails rake down my back. "Move, Jake. Please."
I move.
Long, slow strokes at first. Finding our rhythm. Learning what makes her breath hitch, what makes her moan, what makes her dig her fingers into my shoulders and gasp my name.
"You feel incredible," I tell her. "God, Madison. You're perfect."
She answers with a roll of her hips that nearly undoes me.
I pick up the pace, and she matches me, and soon we're moving together like we've done this a thousand times. Like our bodies were designed to fit together exactly like this.
But I want more. I want deeper.
I slow down just long enough to reach for her legs, unhooking them from my waist. Her eyes flutter open in confusion.
"What—"
I lift her ankles to my shoulders.
Her eyes go wide. "Oh."
"Trust me."
The new angle lets me sink even deeper, and we both groan at the sensation. Madison's hands fist in the sheets as I start to move again, harder now, more deliberate.
"Jake—oh God—"
"That's it." I grip her hips, tilting her pelvis up to meet each thrust. "Take it all, sweetheart. Every inch."
She's making sounds I want to record and play on repeat forever. Little gasps and moans and broken versions of my name. Her body is tightening around me, her breath coming faster, and I know she's close.
So am I.
"Together," I grit out. "Come with me, Madison."
"Yes—Jake—please—"
I thrust deep one final time, and we fall over the edge together. I feel her pulse around me as my own release tears through me, pleasure so intense it whites out my vision.
For a long moment, we just breathe.
Then I lower her legs gently and collapse beside her, pulling her into my arms. We're both sweaty now, despite the shower. Both wrecked. Both grinning like idiots.
"Wow," she manages.
"Yeah."
"That was..."
"Yeah."
But I'm already feeling it again: that hunger, that need. I've wanted her for too long, thought about this too many times. Once isn't going to be enough.
"Jake?" She's watching my face, reading something in my expression. "What are you—"
I flip her over.
She yelps in surprise as I position her on her hands and knees, smoothing my palm down the curve of her spine. She looks back at me over her shoulder, eyes dark with renewed desire.
"Already?"
"I'm nowhere near done." I gather her hair in my fist, wrapping it once, twice, until I have a firm grip. She shivers. "I need to be deeper, Madison. I need to feel every inch of you."
"Then take me."
I don't need to be told twice.
I slide back into her in one smooth thrust, and we both groan. This angle is different—deeper, more intense. I use my grip on her hair to arch her back, and she cries out.
"Too much?"
"No—no—don't stop—"
I don't.
I take her harder now, rougher, my hips snapping against hers with enough force to make the headboard hit the wall. She's moaning continuously, pushing back to meet every thrust, and the sight of her—wrecked and wanting and completely mine—drives me higher.
"You're so tight," I groan. "So fucking perfect. You’re mine, Madison. And I’m never letting you go. You understand?"
"Yes—"
"Say it."
"I'm yours." Her voice breaks on a moan. "All yours, Jake."
"That's right." I tug her hair just enough to make her gasp. "My good girl. Taking my cock so well. You were made for this. Made for me."
She's trembling now, her arms starting to give out. I release her hair and grab her hips instead, holding her in place as I pound into her.
"You feel so good," I tell her. "So fucking good. I'm going to spend every night for the rest of my life making you feel like this. Making you scream my name."
"Jake—I'm gonna—"
"I know." I reach around to find her clit, circling it with my fingers. "Come for me, baby."
She shatters with a scream, her whole body convulsing around me. The sensation triggers my own release, and I bury myself deep as I come, her name on my lips.
We collapse together onto the mattress.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just lie there, tangled together, breathing hard, completely spent.
Then Madison starts to laugh.
"What?" I manage, lifting my head.
"Nothing." She rolls over to face me, her eyes bright with joy. "I just... I can't believe this is real. Any of it. The truck breaking down, the blizzard, you showing up at the rodeo, this..."
"It's real."
"I know." She traces a finger along my jaw. "That's the crazy part. It's actually real."
I pull her closer, tucking her head under my chin. She fits perfectly, like she was designed to be held exactly like this.
"So," I say. "About that bakery."
She laughs again. "We're really doing this?"
"If you want to."
"I want to." She tips her head back to look at me. "I want all of it, Jake. The bakery. The truck. You." She pauses. "Even Wylde Mountain, which I still think is a ridiculous name for a town."
"It's a perfectly respectable name."
"It sounds feral. Kinda like the men who inhabit it."
"You're impossible."
"You love it."
I kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. "I really do."
We lie there in the darkness, wrapped around each other, and I feel something I haven't felt in years. Maybe ever.
Peace.
And I'm never letting go.