Chapter 21
Jacob
“Dude, I’m just saying. There’s no way she’s Liz’s blood sister. She’s so much hotter!” Blake said, slapping me on the back before he looked through his toolbox for the wrench he needed. He stood up, furrowing his brow when he didn’t find it.
Darren cackled, grabbing his wrench and tossing it to Blake. “Even more so, she shouldn’t be interested in you.”
Blake nodded, tilting his head to the side like it was a clearly agreed-upon thing that Erin was too good for me. I wasn’t sure I disagreed. “Why is she with you?” Blake asked.
“At first it was to piss her sister off, I think.” I thought about the way she had gotten on her knees in my kitchen the day Liz and I had broken up. She had been so willing, so eager to please me, and she didn’t seem to care that I had woken up in bed with her sister that morning.
My friends looked at me sideways. “And now?” Darren asked, returning to his work.
“It’s none of your damn business,” I grumbled. I didn’t know why she was with me—if I could even call it that.
I heard the whistle before I turned around, and my skin crawled at the same time that my dick twitched. Before I could turn around to see what the rest of the crew had their eyes on, Blake stood up and looked for himself. “Well, speak of the devil,” he said, winking.
I spun around, seeing Erin walking towards me. She wore the hard hat I’d given her the last time and a pair of jeans that clung tightly to her curves. Her hair hung in red waves over her shoulders, drawing my gaze to the V-cut neckline on her shirt. I grinned when my gaze met hers, and she waved. Her green eyes sparkled from across the way, and the grin on her face reached mine.
“What are you doing here?” I asked when she was close enough to hear me.
Erin wrapped her arms around me, planting a kiss on my lips before she leaned back. Everyone watched her with me, some with jealousy and others with amusement. None of them had ever seen me with a woman like her before—they weren’t so surprised seeing me with Liz.
“I wanted to see you.” She stretched onto her toes, holding her hat when she looked up to kiss me again. Then she looked over my shoulder at Darren and Blake. “Hey, you guys.”
Darren nodded at her. “Well, look who it is!”
“Now we’ve got trouble,” Blake said, nudging Darren with his elbow.
“What brings you here, trouble?” Darren laughed, winking. “Surely you’re not just here for this lug.” He used his thumb to point at me, already knowing she wasn’t here to see anyone else.
“I just wanted to see him,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper when she turned her attention to me. “I missed you.” Erin blushed, and I felt the urge to hide her away. I didn’t want to share her blush with anyone else.
“I just saw you this morning, red.” I cupped her cheek.
She shrugged one shoulder, chewing on her lip. “I know.” When she looked up at me, her eyes were piercing and full of need, and arousal stirred in me. I adjusted my weight from one foot to the other.
“Do you want to talk in the office?” I asked, debating if I would talk to her in the office or make her scream loud enough that everyone on location knew she was mine. Erin nodded. Was she having the same debate I was?
Blake and Darren looked at each other and shook their heads. I watched from my peripheral vision while they had a silent conversation I was the subject of but wasn’t involved in. “So you two are like a real thing then, huh?” Blake asked when I started to lead her away.
“Absolutely,” I said over my shoulder, Erin’s head snapping in my direction when I did. “I’m taking lunch early.”
I knew taking my lunch break at 10:30 was going to make for a long afternoon. It felt even longer as soon as I watched Erin walk away. I’ll see you tonight, handsome. Her words replayed in my head all day.
When I pulled into the driveway, the front porch light was on and so was the light in the kitchen. My chest fluttered, and I couldn’t get to the door fast enough. It was unlocked, and the hinges squeaked when I pushed it open.
Noise came from the kitchen when I walked into the house—pans clanking together and cabinets closing, accompanied by a quiet humming. I walked into the house, surprised when she didn’t stop. Had she not heard me open or close the door, locking it behind me?
Erin was flitting around the kitchen with a frying pan in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other when I turned the corner. I leaned against the wall and watched her for a moment, taking in the same tight jeans she’d been wearing this morning and the way she’d tied her loose waves into a ponytail. My hand ached to wrap around those strands of hair, tugging until she whined, and my cock twitched.
“Hey, red,” I said when she hadn’t stopped.
She gasped, spinning around, and her face lit up. “You’re home!” Erin set the pan on the counter and dropped the spoon next to it, scurrying across the room towards me. I braced myself when she got closer, just in time for her to leap at me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“You happy to see me?” I pulled her to me, closing my arms around her waist and squeezing.
Erin placed her hands on either side of my face, locking eyes with me. “Mm-hmm.” Then she kissed me, planting it with enough force to almost send me back a step. She parted her lips, running her tongue along mine and humming. “So happy.”
When she stepped back, I looked over her shoulder at the growing mess in my kitchen. “What are you doing?” She followed my gaze, an excited grin stretching her cheeks.
“I’m making you dinner!” She looked at the ingredients and dishes on the counter but turned her attention back to me. She grabbed my hand and led me into the kitchen, pushing me down into one of the kitchen chairs.
I pulled her against me, wrapping my hand around the back of her head and kissing her. When her legs buckled, she dropped in my lap, and her body melted against me. “What are you making?” I asked when I finally pulled away.
Erin looked at me lazily, tracing her bottom lip with her pointer finger. She looked confused before she blinked quickly, scrambling off my lap and over to the counter full of ingredients. “I’m making meatloaf!” She held up a clove of garlic in one hand and a brown package I assumed was ground beef in the other like they explained everything.
“Meatloaf?” I lifted a brow, and my stomach sank when her look of excitement went away. The smile that had been lighting up the room slipped from her face.
She put the ingredients back on the counter. “Oh. Do you like meatloaf?” I could see the anxious gears turning in her head, and when she rolled her lips and clamped them shut, I knew she was second guessing her menu choice.
I stood up, joining her at the counter and grabbing the onion. I tossed it in the air before catching it and leaning in to kiss her cheek, satisfied when a small airy giggle slipped from her lips. “I love meatloaf,” I growled.
Her face lit up. “Good! I hope you’re hungry.”
Instead of turning around, Erin winked and stepped toward me until her chest met mine. She ran her hands up my arms, looping them around my neck and stretching on her toes to kiss me. Then she kissed my jaw before making her way to my neck.
“I thought you were making meatloaf.” I sighed when my cock started to swell behind my zipper. The last thing I was thinking about when Erin looked at me like that was food, but she had been so excited about cooking that I didn’t want to spoil it by throwing her over my shoulder and deciding dinner could wait.
She nodded. “I am,” she said. Then she bit down on the soft, fleshy spot beneath my ear where my neck and shoulder met, and I hissed. I felt her lips form a grin against my skin before she placed a delicate kiss on the same spot.
I pulled her closer to me, flattening my hands against her back so she couldn’t get away. “Then why are you still kissing me?”
Erin giggled, moving her hand to the front of my jeans and groping the bulge waiting for her. She rubbed her hand over the denim for a second before she tucked her fingers in the waistband. “I guess I’m just not hungry anymore.” Her voice was husky, like it was trapped behind her growing lust.
“Good, me either,” I barked before I lifted her and carried her out of the kitchen. She squealed when her feet left the ground before she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I set her on her feet in the bedroom, and she tugged at the hem of her top, pulling it off and over her head. Her breasts pushed against the lacy bra that restrained them until she reached behind her and unhooked that too, letting it fall to the ground. Pulling my dirt-covered shirt over my head, I dropped it in the pile with hers.
Erin’s eyes were dark when she worked at the zipper on her jeans, peeling the denim down her legs as quickly as the tight fabric would allow her. She wiggled her hips, kicking her feet and stepping on the ends until she was free of the restraints. Her eyes met mine when she hooked her fingers around the waistband of her panties, and she moved them past her hips slowly while my eyes followed her fingers every step of the way.
When she stood in front of me completely bare, I unfastened my pants and let them drop, stepping out of them and towards her. My erection bobbed against my boxers, and she stared, licking her lips. “This is way better than dinner,” Erin said, kneeling on the carpet.
I swallowed when she looked up at me, her green eyes sparkling with the same arousal that was swirling in my core. She hooked her fingers around my boxers, tugging them down until my cock bounced free. When it did, her eyes got wider, and she licked her lips, rubbing them together before she pulled them apart with a pop.
“I would rather have you than food anyway,” I said, dragging my gaze over her body.
Erin giggled and darted her tongue out, licking the drop of precum from the tip of my cock. She hummed. She drew her tongue along my length before she closed her fist around my shaft and stroked gently. Then she looked up at me and gave me a hungry smile that told me she was going to suck my soul out of my body.
“Good. I don’t even know how to make meatloaf.” She winked and closed her mouth around the head of my cock, sucking lightly and pushing her lips down my erection to meet her fist. I groaned, gently closing my hand around her ponytail.
She started to bob her head. Her lips squeezed my cock, desperate to milk my release from me, and she grabbed onto my thighs. Erin gripped my legs, digging her nails into the skin while she swallowed my erection. She gagged slightly when it hit the back of her throat, but it didn’t stop her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, wrapping her auburn strands tighter around my fist as she hungrily bobbed her head. My balls tightened when she nuzzled her nose against my skin and her throat rippled around the head of my cock. “You have to stop.”
Erin looked disappointed when I pulled her off me, her lips glistening with the drool that started to drip from the corners. She licked them and clamped her mouth shut, sitting back on her heels. “Why?” she asked. The disappointment was heavy in her voice—like she had let me down.
“Because I need to fuck you. Now.” I reached for her hands, tugging her to her feet. “I need you right now.”
“I need you too,” she whispered.
I guided Erin back onto the bed, and she scooted up towards the headboard, planting her feet into the mattress and dropping her legs apart. Her pussy glistened, and my mouth watered. I wanted to devour her, but my cock throbbed, and the urge to be buried inside her grew stronger.
She swallowed and lifted her legs from the mattress. She needed it as badly as I did.
“You know you’re beautiful, right?” I asked her, crawling onto the bed and positioning myself between her legs. She blushed like she wasn’t used to being told that, but she nodded. “You know you’re intoxicating?” I added, lining my cock up at her entrance.
“Yes,” she whined. Her voice was light, barely more than a breath. She fidgeted beneath me.
I lingered, teasing her with the swollen tip of my erection while she writhed against the mattress. “And you know you’re mine, don’t you?”
Her need seeped from her, and her wide eyes begged for more. She nodded enthusiastically. “I’m yours. I want to be yours. Jacob…”
I slammed into her, and she cried out. When our bodies met and she arched her back, I folded over her, needing to be as close to her as possible. I planted my forearms on the mattress on either side of her so my face hovered over hers, and I kissed her. Erin threw her arms around my neck, returning my kiss with fervor. Her muscles tensed and relaxed while I thrust into her, reaching between us and circling her clit with my finger. I reveled in the feeling of each ripple, wanting more—wanting to become part of her, and she dug her nails into my shoulders like she wanted the same.
When her legs started to shake and her breathing got faster, she gripped my shoulders tighter. Her pussy clenched around each thrust, and she moaned. I swallowed the sweet sound with another kiss before I pushed up onto my hands and lifted one of her legs over my shoulder.
“Jacob, I could fuck you forever!” she cried when I hit the sensitive spot deep inside her.
I smirked, picking up my pace and drilling into her. “Come for me now and you can fuck me for as long as you want, sweet thing. I have no problem making you come over and over again.”
Her eyes widened, and she gasped for breaths. She dropped her head back and closed her eyes before they shot open again and she pinned her stare on me. When her mouth shot open, she let out a sharp exhale. “Fuck,” she said.
Erin’s body trembled when she fell apart. Her toes curled and the muscles in her calves flexed, and I traced the line in her muscles down her thigh to her hip, thrusting into her again before I reached my own peak. I released into her, and she gripped the sheets while she milked every last drop from me.
When I dropped onto the mattress next to her, she rolled over and clung to me. Her chest heaved, and her breaths tickled my neck. Between each deep inhale, she hummed, and when she quaked with an aftershock from her orgasm, she whimpered. My chest squeezed, and I pulled her tighter against me, kissing the top of her head.
She drew small circles on my chest with a finger, and we both watched the pattern in breath-filled silence. Then she cleared her throat, turning so she was resting her chin on my chest and looking at my face. “So, we’re a thing now?” she asked. Then her eyes closed, and her cheeks turned a bright pink.
“I told you you’re mine, red,” I said, kissing her forehead, then finding her bright green eyes. “And I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”