Chapter Nineteen #2
I shake my head, pressing my face into his chest, tears streaming down my cheeks. “No, but Lilah will be safe, and that’s what matters most right now.”
Jake rubs the back of his neck and sighs. “Yeah, I get that. It’s going to be all right, I promise. The cops will catch the fucker. Also, I made a call to a new security company. I fired the one you hired because…well, because they suck.”
“Oh?” I feel my stomach drop. Is he going to tell me he’s getting me a bodyguard or something so he won’t be staying here anymore? I don’t want to feel as disappointed as I do, but I can’t help myself.
“Yeah, they’re going to send out someone to come install a camera on the front door so we can see who approaches the apartment.”
Relief washes over me and so does embarrassment. God, why am I getting so clingy with him? I need to get my head back on straight and take back control over my own life.
Scoffing, I say, “The apartment complex won’t allow that.”
Jake just shrugs. “I’ve already taken care of it.”
Why am I not surprised?
“Well, fine.” I turn to hunt down my phone. “I’m hungry. Pizza sounds good?”
“Sure. Works for me.”
I order dinner and we go about our night, both of us doing our best to pretend everything is just fine…
even though it clearly isn’t. When the pizza arrives, I eat without really tasting it because I can’t stop thinking about Lilah and how much I hate being separated from her.
I hate whoever is doing this to me. Making my life a living hell and forcing me to send my daughter away for her own good.
When it’s time to go to bed, I make my way down to my room but hesitate outside the door. I can’t stop thinking about those cameras… that someone had to come in here to set them up. That they’ve been watching me…
“I can set up a bed on the floor.” The sound of Jake’s voice surprises me and I spin around to find him standing and watching me. I didn’t even hear him come up behind me. “That way you don’t have to sleep in there alone.”
I nibble my bottom lip before replying, “You, uh, don’t have to sleep on the floor. You can sleep in the bed… if you want.”
He regards me for a moment, his expression unreadable.
“You sure?”
I hold his gaze and nod. “I am.”
We go into the room together, and I have to admit, I do feel better having him with me. I grab a t-shirt and shorts and go to the bathroom to change. By the time I come back, Jake is already in bed… shirtless.
Shit. The sight of his bare torso in all its muscly glory has me wet in an instant. I try not to make it obvious how much I’m affected by him as I move to the other side of the bed and climb in under the covers.
“Good night,” he says before switching the lamp off on his side table.
“Good night,” I murmur, staring at the ceiling.
A few minutes go by, and despite my exhaustion, I can’t make my mind shut up long enough to actually sleep. Jake is quiet and I assume already asleep, so it’s a shock when he speaks.
“Can’t sleep?”
Swallowing, I whisper, “No, too much on my mind.”
Rolling over, he props his head up on his hand and gazes down at me. “Any way I can help?”
“I doubt it.”
His eyes move over me before he murmurs, “I could distract you.”
“How?” I frown up at him.
He meets my gaze before answering, “Well, there’s that thing I do with my tongue you always liked.”
I blink, my cheeks heating as my mind catches up to what he’s suggesting. My heart starts to race and I press my thighs together as a tingle spreads between my legs. A small voice in my head is telling me to say no - I should maintain firm boundaries with him.
Another part of me though is craving his touch. I’ve caved several times already, but this time somehow feels different. It’s not just about release, but comfort and…something else. I can’t say for sure what that something else is, though.
Or maybe I just don’t want to admit to it.
“Okay,” I whisper.
I see his grin before he lowers his lips to mine and kisses me.
I open my mouth and his tongue sweeps in as he pushes the blankets off my body.
He moves so that he’s hovering over me on his hands and knees, the kiss growing deeper and hotter.
Jake slides his hands down my sides until he reaches my shorts and when he starts tugging them down my legs, I gasp.
“Relax,” he chuckles. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I hold his gaze as he moves down my body, his eyes burning with desire.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pushes my legs apart and lowers his head, his eyes never leaving mine. When he drags his tongue along my pussy, I throw my head back with a soft cry.
“Oh, my God…”
He chuckles and continues licking and kissing me, sending shockwaves of pleasure pulsing through me.
“Yes!” I gasp. “Jake… holy shit…”
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls.
He devours me like a starving man presented with a feast, licking and kissing my sensitive folds as I thrash my head back and forth on my pillow. I moan and undulate my hips against his mouth, wanting more. Wanting him to lick me harder.
When his thumb finds my clit and begins rubbing it in tight circles, I nearly come off the bed. His fingers dig into my thighs, pinning me down, and it’s like he’s anchoring me and keeping me from flying off into the night.
He slips one finger inside me as he moves his lips to my clit and starts to suck.
“Fuck!” I moan.
It’s almost too much… I’m too sensitive, but I don’t want him to stop. There’s a little ball of pleasure building up deep inside me, growing tighter and tighter with each pump of his finger and suck of his lips.
Dragging my fingers through his hair, I hold him against me, afraid he’ll try to pull away before I reach my release.
“I’m so close…so, so close…”
When he slips a second finger inside and hooks them, he hits that sweet spot and the ball inside me explodes. I scream his name as my orgasm crashes through me, pulling me under until there’s nothing but me and him and the pleasure.
Jake continues to suck and twist his fingers inside me, drawing out my release longer and longer until I try to wiggle away from him.
Chuckling, he lets me go. “Feel a little better?”
I do feel more relaxed, and my mind is a little clearer.
“Yeah… yeah, I do.”
Crawling back up the bed so he’s lying next to me, he surprises me when he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me so my back is resting against his chest. Shouldn’t I reciprocate?
“Jake, what…”
“Shhhhh,” he whispers. “Just go to sleep. I’m here. I got you.”
The feel of his big body wrapped around mine does make me feel safe. Secure.
I can breathe easier and as I listen to the steady rhythm of his heart, I feel sleep finally taking me over, and I willingly let it take me.