Chapter 12
twelve
NICOLE
J akob groans into my mouth as I climb on top of him. I lean back to straddle him, and our eyes lock as I raise up and position him at my entrance. I slowly ease down, allowing my body to adjust to his size. I’ve never felt as sexy as I do in this moment. His fingers dig into me in a firm grip; he’s probably going to leave bruises, but that makes it even hotter. This might be the best sex of my life and it’s just begun. If this weekend is all we have together, I’ll accept that. Most people never even get to have this, so I’ll gladly accept my one perfect afternoon of mind-blowing sex.
I raise up and then slowly sink back down, then I repeat the movement and throw my head back with a sigh.
“You’re killing me.” His face contorts into pain, and then his lips curve up into a crooked smile.
“Stop talking,” I whisper as I roll my hips against him. He grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them together, pulling me harder against him. Strong fingers begin circling my clit, and the sensation sends me over the edge, causing me to lose control. I fall forward and allow Jakob to take over. He thrusts into me faster and harder, then rolls us over and lifts my leg. The new position sends me spiraling. I’m desperate for him.
“Yes! Jakob!”
I finally reach my breaking point, the tension that had been building with each thrust snapping. Hot waves of pleasure crash through me. Jakob leans down and kisses me slowly, but it’s full of passion. As he stills inside me, he doesn’t move. He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.
I’m so blissfully happy right now. I feel so full, and not just because Jakob’s dick is buried deep inside me.
“That was an amazing orgasm,” I say. “I’m really glad we made up.”
Jakob nods. “I agree. We should do it again.”
“Eager for more?” I tease.
Voices call his name, but Jakob doesn’t jump up this time. Instead, his finger traces the curve of my face. “We better get back upstairs, but I don’t want to move. Promise me you’ll let me kiss you before bed?”
“Yes.”
Dafni and I stick our hands out between the rails and feel the mist coming from the waves.
“Do you think there are mermaids down there?”
I look down at the beautiful blue waters. It looks so magical; who knows what could be down there. Some believe the lost city of Atlantis could be down there. “Yes,” I tell her. The legends have to come from somewhere, so who am I to say whether or not they’re true.”
“My daddy said people use to believe Poseidon controlled the sea. But he isn’t real. He’s a moth.”
“A myth.” I look out at the waves. What must it have been like to live here during ancient civilization? What had the island looked like before the eruption from the volcano? The mysteries of the sea. “Greek mythology is fascinating, sweet Dafni. We should get some books and start reading the stories together.”
“Yeah! Are there any mermaids in the stories?”
“We can find some, I’m sure.”
Dafni’s Yiayia, Jakob’s mother, calls us over to sit with everyone on the other side of the yacht to watch the sunset together. I go and sit in a vacant seat next to Vivian. Dafni crawls up on my lap, and I automatically wrap my arms around her. Jakob walks over and nudges Vivian. She huffs but gives him her seat next to me. We share a smile but don’t speak.
Everyone grabs their phones to capture the sun setting into the ocean. I don’t get mine, because my hands are occupied holding Dafni. But I don’t mind. The moment is too nice to disrupt by hunting for my phone and then looking at this magnificent sight through a lens. Jakob wraps his arm around my shoulder and places his other hand on his daughter. My heart swells at how precious this all feels right now. I almost want to cry because I want this every day.
Once the sun has set, we sail back to port. When we get back to the house, Jakob tells me he’ll put Dafni to bed and then come join me in our room. I notice he said our , but I try not to read too much into it. While I’m in the room getting ready for bed, my phone dings. It’s a message from Vivian. I swipe the screen, and it’s a photo of me holding Dafni and Jakob holding me.
Jakob walks into the room and asks what I’m smiling at. I show him the photo, and I hate that I can’t read the expression on his face. He slowly hands me back my phone.
“Vivian always had a talent for capturing the moment. ”
“Yeah. It was a nice moment,” I say, barely above a whisper.
He sits on the bed and then wraps his fingers around my wrist, pulling me down onto his lap. “Speaking of nice moments.” Jakob’s smile turns devilish. “Have you thought about the moment we shared before we went back up on deck?”
“Not once.”
“Liar.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
His fingers graze over the fabric around my breasts. He slowly begins to trace my nipples, which are peaking through my thin sleep shirt. “Not at all, huh? Should I make sure you don’t forget this moment? Make it to where every time you walk tomorrow, you’ll be thinking about tonight?”
When this is over, it’s going to hurt, but maybe I should enjoy it now while I can. One orgasm, two orgasms, or ten orgasms won’t make a difference. I mean, ten is better than one, but the consequences will be the same. Jakob and I will either walk away from this with a civil relationship and our families’ friendships intact, or we’ll grow to resent and loathe each other. Worst-case scenario, I die from penis withdraw because nobody is going to be able to give it to me like this guy.
A gruff laugh escapes his lips. “Your nipples are hard as diamonds. ”
“Why is that funny?”
“Because you’re being stubborn and pretending you’ve forgotten about earlier. I think you’re remembering what it feels like to have me inside you.”
I stay completely still as his warm lips caress my neck.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs.
He’s right. My nipples are painfully hard and I’m aching and wet. My lips part and I whisper his name. His cock has hardened beneath me, so I rub against him. In an instant, Jakob flips me and has me bent over the bed. His fingers hook into my shorts and panties and slide them down to my ankles. I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tearing.
He thrusts into me in one swift movement. Hard. Fast. “Damn, you feel incredible.”
“Thanks,” I pant. A sharp sting hits my backside and I yelp. He smacked my ass. Rude. I can’t decide if I liked it or not. “What was that for?”
“I’m being sincere and you sounded sarcastic.”
“I wasn’t. What was I supposed to say? I know? Wasn’t that a compliment? Asshole.”
Maybe he wanted me to compliment him— ah! I yelp again as I feel another sting. This time, he massages where his hand was and I moan. Biting down on my bottom lip, I push back against him as I allow him to fully control my body. I meet him thrust for thrust, both of us chasing our release .
“You feel incredible.” I sigh. Smack. “What?” I hiss. But secretly, I’m loving this.
“You’re mocking me.”
“This is really starting to sound like a you issue. You’re taking everything I say the wrong way. Defensive much?”
“Despite how obnoxious you’re being, it’s only making me harder.”
“Oh yeah? Gonna spank me again?”
His grin is pure sin. “You like that?”
“Maybe.”
“You can deny it, but I know what you want.”
“And what do I want?”
“Me. All of me. Which is the same thing I want. You. This is ass is mine.” He thrusts harder into me to prove his point. To send the message home, which is well received. He’s right. I do want this. I hope this is real and not a heat-of-the-moment thing. Although, Jakob isn’t the type of man to say anything he doesn’t mean. He’s broody and an asshole, but he doesn’t mince words. He isn’t known for sweet-talking or telling anyone what they want to hear.
I allow his words to push me further. He pumps harder into me as I meet him each way. Our breathing is labored, and it fills the air around us, sounding desperate and needy. Jakob peppers kisses along my back as his strong hands hold me firmly in place.
“Fuck,” he hisses. He keeps moving as his arms are wrapped around me. “Come for me, sweet one. Come for me.”
That’s all it takes. I come so hard that my vision blackens out for a moment. My knees and elbows shake as Jakob thrusts hard and then stills inside me before collapsing against my back.
“I’m going to fuck things up, I know,” he says. “But I need you to know that I’ve always been yours. It’s not just this weekend. I’ve wanted you for years. You deserve more, but if you’re willing to settle for less—as long as it’s me, of course—who am I to tell you what to do?”
With that declaration, my knees and elbows finally give out. I roll over on the bed. Jakob disposes of the condom and then lies down next to me.
“Did you just confess your undying love for me to my back while your dick was going limp inside me?”
Jakob covers his face with his hands. “I told you I’d fuck things up.”
I prop myself up on my side and study him. He’s sober. He seems completely himself. “I’ve dreamt of the day you’d say these things. I imagined a man of your stature would’ve done it more eloquently, yet somehow this works for us. What about Dafni? Is she going to be okay with you having a girlfriend?”
Jakob laughs in surprise. “Are you kidding? She’s ready for you to be her mother. I hope that doesn’t scare you. ”
I think back to the photo Vivian captured of us. Warmth spreads throughout my chest. “It doesn’t scare me at all. It gives me hope.”
“I told you that I’m not good at this. Please don’t get your hopes up too much.”
That stings. I push forward and ask, “Do you want any more kids?”
“Depends on who the mother is,” Jakob deadpans.
“Really?”
“Yes. Do you want to be a mother?”
“Yes.” We study each other before I finally say, “Okay.”
“Okay,” he agrees.
Instead of overthinking about everything that has happened since we arrived in Greece, I allow myself to relax in his embrace. We tried to deny each other and failed. This wasn’t something that just happened; it had been years of us being pulled together. Here I was in the most romantic place in the world, with Jakob Petridis holding me in his arms. The biggest smile spreads across my face as my eyes fall shut.