19
KIERA
Jake continues to kiss me while he sheds the rest of his clothes.
I help him, my fingers clumsy with want.
Jake looks me up and down, his gaze skimming over every inch of my skin. Just the look on his face lights my blood on fire and makes the wait worth it.
He strokes my hair. "How long have you been waiting for me here?"
"A couple of hours." It's freaky how he can read my thoughts so easily.
He reaches behind me and turns on the shower as he quickly starts taking off the rest of his clothes. I stand under the shower, letting the hot water cascade off me.
When Jake is done, he slowly prowls toward me like a predator stalking his prey.
I don't want to make things so easy for him so I slowly back away from him till my back hits the wall.
“Nowhere to go, kitten,” Jake murmurs.
He crosses the stream of shower and walks right up to me, grabbing my arms. Before I can react, however, he spins me around to face the wall.
He softly pushes my dripping wet hair to the side to expose my back before he starts to kiss down my spine. He kisses every inch of my back, not stopping until he reaches my butt. He kneads and squeezes while raining kisses all over me.
He nudges my legs apart as he settles between them, and then I feel his tongue on my core.
A jolt passes through me, and I try to squirm away, but he puts his firm hands on my hips, trapping me between the wall and him.
I whimper, my nails dragging through the flat marble while I moan.
Jake eats me out while the shower rains down on us.
He uses his fingers to nudge me apart before his tongue curls around my clit, sucking hard on it.
"Oh, my God," I moan as ripples of pleasure wash through me.
Jake is relentless on me, using his fingers and mouth.
As soon as my legs start to shake and tense up, however, he withdraws quickly. I whimper at the sudden loss of him.
He spins me around to face him again, kneading my breasts and skimming down to my hips to grab my butt.
My fingers sink into his hair as I kiss him back, my essence in his mouth almost driving me insane.
He holds me by my ass, lifting me up easily and settling me on him. I put my arms around his neck and at the same time, I wrap my legs around his waist.
He backs me up until I hit the wall before propping me up even further.
I squeal, grabbing onto him for dear life.
"Don't worry, Kiera, I won't let you fall," Jake says, as he brushes the wet hair off my face.
"I know, I trust you more than anything in the world," I reply sincerely.
Something brief flashes over his face, something that looks a lot like love.
I know it's supposed to scare me. The Kiera Crofton of three months ago would have freaked out if the guy she was going out for only two months looked at her like that. But this is not just any guy. It is Jake.
He slowly enters me.
As soon as his cock slides inside, I'm in bliss. I can feel it throbbing inside of me, and I can feel his every ridge and vein until he pulls out of me.
My fingers sink into his skin to hold him there while I kiss him desperately.
"I’m all yours, honey," he says against my lips.
I dig my nails further into his skin, which elicits a moan from him, and he grinds into me again.
He strokes in and out of me. Harder. Faster.
I use the back of my heels to push myself back before landing on his cock again, circling my hips around him to chase the pressure.
Jake continues to pound into me, leaning in slightly before he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks, hard.
Jolts of pleasure and pain whirl through me, and I see red.
"Oh, Jake, please." I draw closer and closer to the abyss.
But he takes his sweet time, his hips circling into me, his cock impossibly hard inside me.
He adjusts himself after a couple of strokes, probably to cool things down, but the angle hits something deeper inside of me.
My feet ground into his back as I squeeze my thighs together, and I cum hard.
Jake kisses me just as I scream, scoring my nails down his back.
His strokes grow more and more erratic until I can feel him spill inside of me when he follows me into the abyss with a primal groan.
Jake continues to rain kisses down my throat and jaw before he slowly pulls out of me.
I continue to hold on to him for dear life, even pushing myself into tiptoes to kiss him back.
When he finally pulls back, he shoves the hair out of his face and says, "Wow."
"Wow, indeed.”
He leans in to kiss me before reaching for the loofah behind me, and the bar of soap. He runs it over my body, scrubbing between my thighs and even sliding up so that he gets my labia.
"Gotta make sure everything is cleaned up," Jake says as he continues to stroke and tease me.
Once he's done, he comes to his feet and kisses me. Water runs down his hair, and over his forehead.
I flop it away, bracketing his face in my hands to look at him better. He looks so absolutely adorable right now that I could just keep staring at him forever.
He leans in to kiss me on my nose. "You're so beautiful."
Yet again, I feel like we're on the verge of confessing something to each other, but he quickly backs away, letting the warm water wash the soap off my body.
I help him clean himself this time, letting my palm rest over his balls slightly before squeezing slightly.
"Stop teasing me," he groans, taking my hand off him.
He turns the shower off and wraps me up in his bathrobe before he wears one himself. He then proceeds to wrap a towel around my head and helps me dry my hair.
I lean against him, suddenly feeling extremely sleepy.
"Are you hungry?" he asks.
"No, I'm good," I say. "I had dinner with Bea. We had a late-night presentation. What about you?"
He makes a face. "Chris took us to a strip club and pretended that it wasn't one."
I laugh. "That does sound like him. So, did you enjoy hanging out there?"
"No, not really," he says, falling into the bed beside me. "You weren't there."
Oh wow. My heart races. He wraps an arm around my waist and rolls me toward him so I'm kind of lying beside him.
I rub my forehead as the space between my temples throbs. I wince.
"You okay?" Jake asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say, rubbing my temples with the back of my hand. "Just a little bit of a headache."
"Do you want me to get you anything?"
"Thank you. Can we just go to bed?"
"Sure," Jake says. He lies down next to me and stretches his arms out for me to climb into his embrace. I happily do that and soon after, I’m out.
***
I wake up to the smell of cooking bacon. My stomach groans, and not exactly in a pleasant way. Uh-oh.
This is surprising because I'm usually such a sucker for bacon.
The bed next to me is empty so it's probably Jake out there, cooking breakfast. The last time we did something like that was in France. Ever since we came back, both of us have been super busy with work.
I throw on my bra and panties and find an old ratty shirt of Jake's which is huge on me before heading out.
"Good morning, sunshine," Jake sings, motioning me to sit on the kitchen island.
"Good morning."
My stomach rumbles quite loudly just as I start to sit down.
Jake flashes a grin at me. "Looks like someone is really hungry."
"Yeah," I say and grimace a little.
Jake is busy putting garlic butter on the bread he just toasted, so he doesn't notice. He puts the bread, some scrambled eggs, and fried bacon strips on a plate before pushing it toward me.
"Aren't you going to eat?" I ask, taking a small bite of the bread. My tongue feels bitter and metallic, and I don't understand why.
Jake props an elbow on the table, watching my expression. "No, I just want to watch you eating. You know, it's one of my favorite hobbies."
I laugh. "What?"
"Yes," he says, "You look adorable when you eat. Now come on, tell me how it is. I think I've outdone myself this time."
I paste on a smile as I continue to eat.
My stomach starts to cramp, and after a while, I can't hold it in anymore. The fork drops to the plate with a clang as I clutch my stomach, doubling over.
Jake looks at me panicked. "Are you okay?"
I shake my head. I know I can't hold it in anymore. I put a hand over my mouth and beeline toward the bathroom.
I barely get there in time, retching violently over the toilet bowl. I'm not sure how long I'm in there for.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I feel like I've totally emptied myself out. I feel a hand on my back, rubbing it gently.
"Go away," I groan as I lean against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. "Please, I don't want you to see me like this."
"You're not okay, Kiera," Jake says. "I can't leave you in here."
I retch once more. I try to get out whatever is in there, but it seems like I'm finally done.
Jake waits a couple of minutes with me in there before he carries me back to the bed. A few minutes later, he returns with a wet towel and some water. He lets me sip on it before he presses the towel against my forehead.
"You know my cooking isn't that bad," he jokes.
Despite everything, I laugh. The sound barely comes out as a croak, and my stomach hurts like freaking hell.
Jake notices this and leans me against the headboard. "Just relax, baby."
I take the towel from him and press it against my own forehead. "Can you just go away?"
"Why?"
"I don't want you seeing me like this," I say, wiping my face and hoping there's no residual drool. "I'm disgusting."
Jake shakes his head gently. "You can never be disgusting to me, Kiera. You're perfect and beautiful."
"Thanks, but I'm sure you weren't thinking that when I was throwing up all over your toilet bowl."
"No, I was thinking that I hoped that I didn't give you food poisoning," Jake says.
"I'm sure it wasn't you. It was probably something I ate or—"
I count the dates in my head to make sure I'm right, and I am. My stomach sinks. I’m late.
Oh no. I'm always on time, except this time, it seems.
"Earth to Kiera," Jake says. "You okay? Do you want me to take you back to the bathroom? You look ill again."
"No, no, no." I try to sit up straight on the bed.
My head spins.
I can't be pregnant, I can't be. It's just a fluke. People are late all the time.
But those people are not having unprotected sex multiple times. And sure, I have an IUD, and it’s supposed to be very effective at preventing pregnancies. But not everything is foolproof, is it?
I start getting off the bed. "I need to go."
"Go where?"
"I'll be back soon, I promise,” I say.
I wear my pants, and I'm out the door before Jake can stop me.
Once I'm out of the apartment, I feel like I can breathe freely again, and at the same time, it feels like the world is closing in on me. The world is too bright outside, and everything is so much louder. Or maybe I'm just that sensitive right now.
Okay, I need to think objectively. I'm probably only just freaking out. It's not a big deal.
I need to buy some tests, take them, and know for a fact that I'm not pregnant.
I drop by the first store that I see and grab four tests, just to be on the safe side. I even grab a few mints.
When I return to the apartment, I find Jake in the kitchen. He's sitting in front of the laptop, and I'm assuming he’s speaking to one of his clients. It's a female voice, and it sounds familiar.
I realize it's Lisa.
Jake looks up when I come in. I gesture to him that I'm fine before I lock myself in the bathroom.
I take the tests one by one, wash my hands, and set the timer.
I place them flat on the counter, my heart beating a mile a minute.
There’s a knock at the door. "Are you okay? You've been in there for a while now."
"I'm fine," I say. "Just cleaning myself."
Yikes, why did I just say that?
"Okay, I'm waiting for you out here," Jake says.
"You don't have to do that," I say. "You can just go back to working."
"I delayed the meeting," Jake replies. "I'm here for you."
I rub my eyes with my palms. There's not much to do except to wait for the inevitable.
After what feels like an eternity, my alarm goes off.
I check the test sticks, and my stomach sinks even further. They're positive, all four of them. There's no doubt in my mind now.
I'm pregnant.