Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Erica
He was curled around me and my brain was fried from an absurd number of orgasms. I didn’t hear him right.
I couldn’t have.
“Jake.”
“I mean it.”
“You’re insane.” I pushed him back and hopped off the pool table. “You can’t say something like that.” I raked my hands through my hair. “It’s just the lust talking. Guys say stupid things when they want to get their dick wet.”
He came around the table and crowded me into the foosball table, caging his arms around me.
His jacket fell to the floor. “No, guys say they’ll pull out.
I’m just honest enough to say I wouldn’t.
I’d keep you naked for days. Until you were walking bowlegged from having me between your thighs every minute of every day.
Until you didn’t remember what it felt like to be empty. ”
I shut my eyes against the fierce sureness in his hazel eyes. He was talking crazy.
And it sounded too perfect. I’d never belonged to someone like that. I’d been alone for so damn long. Way before Danny and I had broken up, he’d checked out of our relationship in favor of his career. Then he’d rolled on to the next woman who fit his new image.
Right now, sex and attraction made sense.
I’d always had dangerous feelings for Jake.
I’d buried them out of loyalty. And Danny had been his closest friend, even if deep down, I’d always wondered if Jake was truly close to anyone.
I wasn’t the girl who would pit two men against each other.
All those years ago, I told myself it was just because we spent so much time together.
That explained why I always searched Jake out when Danny pissed me off.
But maybe I’d pissed Danny off for an excuse to call Jake.
God.
Maybe I’d run away from more than just this town after graduation.
“Don’t shut me out.”
My eyes flew open at the coarse tone of his voice. Instinctively, my hand sought out his face. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t handle all these emotions on top of this newest burden. I had enough to deal with when it came to the bar and the money pit of renovations.
He leaned into my touch. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s too much.”
“Would it be so bad, having a family with me?”
He lowered his mouth to mine. Again, I got swept away into the heady rush of pleasure. He seemed to know just how to touch me.
As if he was made for me.
I scraped my fingers through his beard then looked down at his still-hard cock digging into my belly. “I don’t even live here. I don’t want to live here.”
“Why? What’s so good about the city? You have everything you need up here.”
“Please stop.”
He kneaded my ass. Jake wasn’t gentle. I wasn’t glass and each time he gripped me tighter, it was just more proof that he wanted me.
He rocked against me. “I’m playing dirty and I don’t care. Now that I’ve touched you, I don’t want to ever stop.”
No way could I go down that trail of thought. The spicy bonfire scent of him was making me insane. And the fact that he actually knew what to do with his tongue and fingers.
Imagine what his cock could do?
Nope.
That was what had gotten me in trouble here in the first place. I was lust-drunk, that was all. His impressive length pushed against the undone buttons of my dress and made the teeth of his zipper peel open in deference to his girth.
I reached into his jeans and gasped at the size of him. Proportional should have been a neon sign over his head. Dios. I dragged the head of his dick across my bare stomach, smearing myself with his precum.
“Jesus, Freckles. That isn’t helping.”
“I know.” I tried to do the math in my head. I was as regular as the sunrise, and there should be no way I’d get pregnant right now. At least I was pretty sure. “How far away is the drugstore? Did they build any new ones close by?”
“Not close enough.” He tipped his forehead to mine with a groan, then tried to step back.
I gripped him tighter and wrapped my other arm around his neck. He boosted me up, and I linked my legs around him. “Inside me.”
“Freckles…”
“Just do it. Please. I’m so tired of being empty.”
He set me back on the pool table, his mouth back on mine. I pushed at his shirt, needing to feel more of him. He reached behind his head and dragged it off, tossing it on the table. He lifted my ass and set me down on his shirt, still warm from his skin.
He lifted my knee up and turned me slightly. “Are you sure?” He painted the head of his cock along my center. The angle would about kill me. Jake was so much taller than me—broader in so many ways.
Walking bowlegged wasn’t a boast. I might not be able to walk at all.
And I was so on board.
I curled my fingers into his belt loops and dragged him closer. His jaw tightened as the broad head of his cock slid into me. He watched—unabashedly—the first deep stroke.
I arched my back and blew out a breath. It had been a damn long time since anyone had been inside me. My nails dug into his pecs as he pushed my legs open enough to make room for himself.
“God, you’re splitting me apart.”
“You’re so goddamn tight.” He stilled, letting me get used to him. I could see that it was killing him to stop. Every muscle in his body tensed, and a single bead of sweat slithered through his chest hair and hit my finger. “Freckles?”
“More.” I gripped him tighter, but I needed him to move. My hips undulated lightly. The sensory memory of the act was there, even if it had never felt anything like this.
His size was staggering.
Jake was everything I never knew I needed. Everything I was afraid to want.
He reached down and dragged his knuckle around the top of my pussy where we were joined. And then, just like before, he found my clit like he had some GPS coordinates for just what I needed.
He left me, then his hips snapped forward and…
“Yes. God, yes.”
There was nothing but Jake. Around me, inside me, over me. He braced himself with his forearm, and his mouth sealed us together completely. I curled my arms around his shoulders, wound my legs around his hips and held on.
Arching into him, we found our rhythm.
I clung to him like a lifeline as I raced for that feeling from before. The heady, brain busting orgasm that pushed aside the noise that always seemed to live inside of me. Tension coiled inside me while the oncoming pleasure dissipated in a rush of fear.
“Erica.”
His dark, low voice saying my name snapped me out of it.
He pushed back my hair and cradled my face as he burrowed into me.
“Here with me. Stop thinking about whatever is going on in there.” He nipped my bottom lip.
“Here.” His hand slipped down to my chest. “I feel your heart racing.” He shifted to grip my hip.
“I feel you clasping that sweet pussy around me.”
My breath stalled. That he had so many words rocked me. It always seemed like they were lodged in my brain and would never come out. Not with my family, not with my husband, not with my friends.
He slipped out of me.
“No, Jake. I’m—”
What?
I’m sorry? Please fuck me some more?
Dios.
He sat on the pool table, and then hauled me up to straddle his lap. His long legs were outstretched, and he’d shoved down his jeans to his knees.
He lifted me, his arms bulging with muscles. “Put me inside you.”
I fumbled between us, gripping him and stroking his shaft before pressing him along my slit. So big and so hot. The friction of the hair on his thighs buzzed against my skin as I slowly positioned him.
He growled. “What are you waiting for?”
I shook back my hair, my sudden giggle surprising me. “You’re the one who changed our positions, buddy.”
He seized my hips and dropped me down on him hard enough that my teeth snapped together. Quickly, he switched his hold so his huge fingers dug into as much of my ass and hips as he could reach.
I’d thought the little bit of friction before was good. Now?
Now there was no escaping this. I was on top, making everything between us even more intimate.
I rocked against him, and he hit a certain incredible spot inside me again and again.
White-hot pleasure swamped me. The tremors started at my toes, locking all my nerve endings in an endless loop of sensory indulgence.
I shuddered around him, holding him fast as he suddenly took my mouth, hot and hard.
I gripped his shoulders and trusted the fall.
Trusted that I wouldn’t end up covered in gravel and glass.
Trusted that he’d be with me.
I opened my eyes. Our gazes locked, and the flood of him inside me triggered my own orgasm.
One of his hands ended up in my hair as he clamped me against him, pulsing inside of me like nothing I’d ever known.
I didn’t even realize tears were falling until he brushed them away with his thumbs. Our kiss went from nearly feral to languid and soft.
I sighed and laid my cheek against his chest. His heart thundered in time with my own.
Just sex?
What a lie.