Chapter 31
Jacob
Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, creating shadows against the kitchen cabinets, and the bottle of whiskey in front of me sat unopened. I pulled at the cork, waiting for the thunder to silence to hear the satisfying pop that ultimately made my stomach hurt. I sighed, pouring the dark liquor into my glass. When I brought it to my lips, thunder crashed again, accompanied by a knock on the door. I paused. Did I hear that right?
When the knock came a second time, I set the glass on the counter and walked across the house. The rain was pounding against the windows, and the wind howled between the cracks. It wasn’t the type of storm people were usually out in. I peeked through the peephole, and my breath halted. I swung the door open. “Erin.”
“I had to see you,” she said, raindrops soaking her hair and rolling down her neck. They dripped from her eyelashes, running down her cheeks and over her lips. Her sweater was drenched and clung to her body, and she shivered. “Can I come in?”
I opened the door and stepped out of the way, only half frozen by the shock of seeing her on my doorstep. “What are you doing here?” I asked her. I didn’t care what her answer was. She was here. Drops of water dripped from her onto the floor. “You’re soaked. Are you alright?” I looked over here, scanning every inch of her in a panic for any sort of injury.
“I don’t care about the rain.” Erin shook her head, stepping towards me and grabbing onto my sweater. “I’m so sorry, Jacob. I’m so, so sorry.”
“I should get you a towel,” I said, torn between wanting to dry her off and wanting to wrap her in my arms and never let go of her again.
Erin shook her head. “I’m okay.” When she shivered, I knew she was lying. She was freezing. “I never should’ve ignored you or cut you off. I reacted so poorly. You deserve better. I’m so sorry.”
I grabbed her hand, tugging her towards me. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her while the water from her sweater soaked into mine. “No, I’m sorry. I’m getting you a towel,” I said, kissing the top of her head.
When I returned with a towel, Erin pulled her sweater off, wrapping the towel around her like a blanket. I pulled her back against me, rubbing my hands over her arms until she stopped shivering. She writhed against me, nuzzling her nose against my neck. Then she kissed my neck just below my ear, followed by another kiss on the underside of my jaw. I closed my eyes, sighing beneath the familiar touch of her lips.
I ran my fingers along her spine, tightening my hold on her. Her lips traveled to my cheek before she stretched onto her toes and looked me in the eye. Erin placed a hand on either side of my face and opened her mouth like she was going to say something but then thought better of it. She shook her head and then kissed me. She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me like she had missed me as much over the past few days as I had missed her.
Her mouth took control of mine, parting my lips, and she darted her tongue between them. She tasted familiar and sweet, like vanilla, lust, and the same desperate aching need that had consumed me since I walked away from her the last time. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of kissing her or of feeling her shaking body cradled against mine.
When Erin finally pulled back, she wasn’t shaking as hard. “Can I get you something to drink?” I asked breathlessly, licking my lips. “I only have two options. Coffee and whiskey.” I winked when she blushed, remembering the first time she had come over.
“Can I have both?” The dark pink hue traveled from her cheeks to her neck, and my chest tightened. I had missed watching her blush with her entire body. “It’s been a really long day.”
“You can have everything you want,” I told her.
Erin settled onto the barstool while I started the coffee. “Liz came and saw me,” she said, clasping her hands together in front of her until her knuckles turned white. “You were right.”
“I love being told I’m right, red.” I smirked, reaching for a couple of mugs. When I turned around, she was scowling at me, but I shrugged half-heartedly, earning a small smile. Her lips twitched, unable to resist the stretch. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked when she relaxed her scrunched nose.
The small smile on her face fell, and she watched me closely while I poured a generous shot of whiskey in each mug. “Liz isn’t pregnant. She never was. She made the whole thing up.” A mix of frustration and relief flooded my veins. I knew she wasn’t pregnant with my kid. “She said she thought it would get you to settle down with her and take care of her. Can you believe that? I told her I never want to see her again.”
I set the bottle down, rounding the counter and closing my arms around her. “Are you okay?” She was still for a moment before she snaked her arms behind my back and squeezed, nodding against my chest.
“I shouldn’t have doubted you.” Erin sniffled. “Will you forgive me?”
I kissed the top of her head. “I already have. I’m just glad you’re here.”
“She’s a horrible person. I can’t believe I ever believed her.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, and I put my hand on the back of her head, holding her against me. She wasn’t wrong about Liz being a horrible person. What had I ever seen in her? Whatever it was, it had led me to the gentle woman in my arms.
Erin brushed her lips over my neck, clinging to my shirt. “You don’t need to think about her,” I said, and my words caught in my throat when she ran her tongue along it. When she looked at me, her eyes shined with a glimmer of mischief.
“My sister never treated you the way you should be treated.” She smirked, and images of the first day she was in my kitchen flashed across my mind. My cock stirred in my jeans when she licked her lips. “You already know I can.”
My chest fluttered with anticipation, and my pulse echoed in my ears. “Oh?” I asked, running my finger along her jaw. “How do you intend to do that?”
Her lashes fluttered before she stepped back, and my heart leaped into my throat. Erin traced her bottom lip with her finger before she knelt on the ground. Once she settled on her knees, she ran her hands up the sides of my legs to the waistband of my sweatpants.
“You deserved better,” she whispered, tugging at my pants until my cock bounced free.
I cupped her cheek. “That’s not possible. I already have the best with you.”
“I think you’re right.” She grinned, closing her hand around my shaft. It twitched in her grasp, and she stroked it slowly.
Erin sat back, pulling her hair into a ponytail. She pulled it tight, letting it swing across her back before she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I tugged at the hem on my shirt, tearing it off and tossing it to the floor while Erin closed her hand around my cock again.
My mouth dried out when she smacked my cock against her tongue, and when she giggled, my chest squeezed. Erin stroked me slowly while she closed her lips over the tip. She swirled her tongue around the crown and through the slit, humming when she pulled her mouth off with a quiet pop.
“I’ve missed you,” she said before she sucked my cock back into her mouth, slithering her tongue along the bottom while she drove her lips down my shaft. When it hit the back of her throat, she didn’t stop, pushing until her nose met the patch of pubic hair nestled at the base. She rocked her head back and forth, taking me deeper and forcing a low groan from my chest.
Erin gasped for a breath when she removed her mouth from my erection. Then she spat on the tip, gathering the saliva and spreading it down my cock with her hand. “Fuck, I missed you too,” I groaned, wrapping my hand in her hair.
She giggled quietly before she hungrily went after my cock again, bobbing her head and stroking to meet her lips with her fist. Her green eyes watered, sparkling, and she didn’t take them off me, even when she opened her throat and pulled me deeper again. Erin whimpered, and a dribble of saliva dripped from the corner of her lips.
The muscles in my legs flexed and tightened each time my cock slid down her tight throat, and when she swallowed, causing it to ripple around the crown, I grunted. I thrusted my hips forward, brushing her hair out of her face.
Behind me the coffee maker sputtered, letting me know the fresh pot I had brewed and forgotten about was ready to be poured into the mugs left on the counter. I didn’t care about coffee anymore though, and when Erin dug her nails into my ass cheeks, pulling me deeper, everything in the kitchen faded away. All that was left were Erin’s hungry whimpers, our heavy breathing, and her lips smacking against my cock.
She smiled with my erection still in her mouth, pushing her tongue past her lips and dragging them over my balls. My legs locked, and my balls tightened. The swirling arousal in my core spiraled, growing tighter, and my breath hitched.
“Jesus, red,” I groaned. “You’re too good at that.”
Her green eyes grew darker the closer I got to the edge. She knew. When I closed my hand around a lock of her hair, she forced me deeper. My balls drew up against my body, and when they did, Erin increased the suction. I gripped the counter with one hand and her hair with the other.
When Erin whined, I came, releasing my cum across her tongue and down her throat. She smiled at me when she swallowed it, licking her lips clean before she lapped at every last drop. I stared at her with my mouth hanging open while she put my cock back in my pants, fixing them on my hips.
I reached down, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. She grinned up at me. “You know you’re beautiful, right?” I asked, tracing my thumb down the side of her face, grabbing her chin between my finger and thumb and pulling her lips to mine. She nodded before my mouth pressed against hers.
I tasted the salty taste of my release on her lips. “You know you’re intoxicating?” She hummed, throwing her arms around my waist when I dropped my forehead to hers.
“Yes,” she whispered. Erin gulped, and I followed the lump in her throat when it bounced.
I smirked, inhaling her heavy breaths. “And you know you’re mine, don’t you?”
“I want to be yours, Jacob. I want nothing more than to be yours.” Erin clutched my shoulders for balance when I kissed her deeper. She stared at me in a daze when I pulled my mouth from hers.
“I love you,” I said against her lips. I kissed her forehead. Erin squealed when I lifted her, throwing her legs around my waist and her arms over my shoulders. I set her on the edge of the counter, right in the spot I’d imagined her in every time I looked at my counter for the last week.
“I love you too,” Erin said when I settled between her legs. “I never want to live another day without you.”
“You never will.”