Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
JAKE
H oly.
Fuck.
To have her this close and not be inside her is nothing short of torture. I refuse to let her first time be here, though.
And yes , to me, it will be her first time. That bastard lost his right to be her first the moment he raped her.
I had planned on just pleasing her, but she surprised me when she seemed just as eager to please me. I’m not about to deny her anything, not that I could if I tried. I’ve broken every single rule I’ve set in my business, and I’ll break a thousand more as long as it’s with her.
I lift her up and carry her to the couch so I’m leaning back, and she’s straddling me. Pushing my pants down further, I fully free myself and bring her flush against my dick.
Her whiskey eyes are clouded as desire floods them. I can tell she’s curious about where I’m going with this, but I see the trust in her eyes and the eagerness to learn, making me even more determined to please her in any way I can.
Grabbing her hips, I guide her down the side of me, her wet pussy quickly coating me before bringing her back up. Her head falls back, and I can tell she loves how it feels. I guide her a couple more times before she takes over and starts moving herself down the length of me.
“Use me just like that, baby. I want you to get yourself off by rubbing your sweet pussy against me.” I murmur words of encouragement as she eagerly moves her hips. I could easily make her cum now if I got involved, but I want her body on the verge of begging before I finish it.
Pushing her bra down, I expose her breasts in front of me. My fingers pinch and pull her sensitive nipples. My dick is throbbing painfully at the sight and feel of her. All I want to do is lift her and slam her down on me until my dick is buried so far up her that there is no possible way that anyone else has ever been there before.
“Jake,” she moans softly.
“You want to cum now, little hummingbird?”
“Yes, please. I’m so close,” she whimpers.
“I’ll take us there together.”
I grip her hips and angle her just right so her swollen clit rubs hard against me. She’s soaking my cock as I move her harder and faster.
“Yes,” she whispers, arching further back and letting me take control. The moment her orgasm hits her, I slam her lips to mine and muffle her cry as we both fall together. My warm release hits us both in the chest as I continue to move against her until every last tremor has left her body.
I hold her tight against me as our breaths even out.
“My office is no longer a virgin.” My muffled voice breaks the silence as I bury my face further into her hair.
“Technically, we didn’t have sex, so technically, it’s still a virgin,” she giggles.
“I guess you’re right,” I chuckle .
“Since I’m on the list now, I guess I’ll just have to come back and fix that.”
“I’m going to hold you to that. There are a few other rules I want to break with you.”
“Oh yeah? And what is that?” She pulls back to look at me, and I can’t help but grin at her curiosity.
“You will just have to wait and see.” I smack her ass, and her eyes go wide. Laughing, I kiss her loudly on the lips. “This is going to be so much fun, little hummingbird. There are so many ways I want to pleasure you.”
“I can’t imagine my body feeling better than it already has.”
“Wait until I’m buried inside you where I truly belong.” Her eyes get a dreamy look to them, and my heart falls just a little bit more. It’s only a matter of time before it’s completely hers. A wave of fear rushes through me, and I immediately push it down. I’m not used to being so vulnerable and not in charge. She has no idea how much power she has over me.
I brush her hair back over her shoulder before tracing the line of her neck. “I need you to promise me something.”
I watch her nod her head as her arms wrap around my neck. Her fingers weave into my hair, and I swallow down my emotions that are fighting a raging battle inside me.
“I need you to promise me that no matter what happens, you are done running. We face your past together and get this guy out of your life for good. If he contacts you in any way, you tell me. Running from him is not an option anymore…not when you have me as your shield. And I am, Lyla, whether you like it or not. I will stand in the way of anyone who tries to hurt you.”
Pain and fear flash briefly in her eyes before she looks away, deep in thought.
“You have this beautiful family, Jake…a beautiful life. I feel like I’m bringing this ugly, dark thing into it. I don’t want to pull you into that part of my life. The person sitting in front of you no w is not the person I’ve been for the past thirteen years. I don’t laugh or smile. I don’t have coffee dates with besties or have girl talks. I sure as hell don’t trust men who I barely met and allow them to touch me like I do you.”
She motions down at her chest, which I marked. “I’m sitting here, half-naked, covered in your cum in the middle of the day at your work. I don’t even recognize myself anymore,” she shakes her head, and I see the rawness of emotions in her eyes, which she tries so hard to hide.
“That’s just it. The person in front of me is exactly who you were always meant to be. It just took the right person to find her and bring her back out again. Some parts of your past are dark and ugly, and I wish more than anything that I would have been the one to come into that coffee shop five years ago instead of him, but his dark side will never define you. Yes, I was blessed with a beautiful family and life that up until now I thought was perfect, but it wasn’t… because it didn’t have you in it.”
“Jake…I.” Tears silently start falling down her face, and I brush one away with my thumb. “I’m so scared,” she admits. “I don’t want him to ruin the one thing in my life that’s good,” she whispers.
“I promise you, he won’t. Trust me on this. I just need to know that you will stay no matter what happens. We will face your past together and get you free of him. Do you really think his pussy ass could get past me and my brothers? You are safe with us, Lyla. You have a family now to protect you…that wants to protect you…that will protect.”
I’m determined to get her to agree. Either way, I’m keeping her safe, but having her agree will relieve some of my fear that she will disappear if she gets scared.
“I promise. No more running.”
I study her eyes, and relief washes over me when I see the determination in them. Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her softly, tasting the saltiness of her tears. My tongue finds hers, and I love how she readily welcomes me.
“Thank you,” I breathe against her lips as we break apart. Leaning back, I raise my eyebrow at her. “Did you say you had a coffee date with a bestie who wasn’t me?”
A smile breaks out on her beautiful face, and I fight the urge to grin back as I peer at her.
“I ran into Eve earlier, and we had coffee. She made it very clear with a contact photo and name, that we are now officially besties.”
“Hmmm. I guess I could share the title with her as long as you know who your best friend was first. That gives me special privileges.”
“You definitely were my first, and I think,” she says, glancing down at her chest covered in my cum, “that you are already getting special privileges.”
I run my finger over her breast and coat her nipple until it’s glistening. “I look damn good on you, too,” I say, my voice thick and full of emotion.
Raising my finger, I touch her bottom lip before pressing inside. Her eyes widen slightly before she sucks my finger clean. My dick twitches between us at the sight as I feel myself start to get hard again. I could easily spend the rest of the afternoon exploring every inch of her.
“We need to get cleaned up and clothes on you now,” I say in a low voice, releasing my finger from those swollen pink lips. “You are quickly becoming my favorite addiction, and I’m finding it really hard to concentrate on anything else. I have a client coming in soon, and I need to prepare my station.”
I reach over and grab an extra t-shirt I had lying around and gently clean her up before wiping my chest. Lifting her up, I fix my pants while I watch her get her dress off the floor. Her round ass bends over, and I groan at the sight.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe. Her head whips around at the sound of my voice. A small smile plays on her lips when she sees the state my body is in. “Just put your dress back on, Lyla, before my last sane thought leaves my body,” I sigh, running my hand over my face. “My dick is clearly not getting the memo that I have work in twenty minutes.”
“I never knew it could work like that.” She giggles, throwing her dress back on and running a hand through her hair.
“Work like what?” I ask, walking over and reaching for my shirt. I toss it over my head and raise my eyebrow in confusion.
“You know, being able to be ready so fast.” She glances down and blushes at the bulge in front of my jeans.
I bite back a smile as I step closer to her. “I’ve pretty much resigned to the fact that I’ll be in this state twenty-four/seven with you. I don’t know what it is about you, but my need for you runs deep. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fully satisfy my craving for you.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to either,” she says softly.
“The physical part is just half of it, though.” I weave my hands in her soft hair and run my thumbs across her jawline. “It’s the emotional part that has me chained to you. Do you feel it, too?” I search her eyes for any clue as to what she is feeling. I need to know she’s on the same page as me.
“I feel it,” she breathes inches from me. “I feel it too much.”
I shake my head. “It can never be too much with me…not when your heart is safe in my hands.”
Bending closer, I show her just how much I feel with her as I pour my emotions into this kiss. When I finally break away, I’m satisfied with the look in her eyes telling me she’s right there with me.
“I have a client coming in any minute now, so unfortunately, I have to get back to work.”
“That’s okay. I need to run by the store and get a few things for dinner tonight. I have a new dessert I want to try,” she beams at me.
“Mmmm. I can’t wait.” I spot her panties on the floor and pick them up. “Something to remember you by until I see you later,” I say, stuffing them in my pocket.
“I…I need those.”
“I need them more,” I grin, walking her to the door and opening it. “I promise to give them back later, but I can’t promise I won’t take them again.”
“Do you always get your way?”
“Yes.” I chuckle when she rolls her eyes at me. She stops when she sees my next client walk up to us. She nervously messes with her hair and smooths down her dress.
“Hi, Jenna. Ready for your tattoo?” The tall blonde glances at Lyla before smiling at me.
“I am. I can’t wait to see it all done. It’s not every day you get to walk around with Jake Montgomery’s art on your body. Too bad, no one but you and me will see it unless someone is lucky enough to undress me.”
“I should go,” Lyla says quickly. “I know you need to get back to work.” She rummages through her purse for her keys. I can tell Jenna intimidates her, and I’ll be damned if she feels that way a second longer. I broke one major rule today. I might as well break the rest.
Surprise flashes across Lyla’s face seconds before I pull her into my arms and kiss her goodbye. “Now you can go,” I say, breaking away. “I’ll see you later at home. I should be done around seven,” making it clear to Jenna and everyone else in here that we live together.
She nods her head as a blush stains her cheeks. “See you at home.” Just hearing those words come from her lips has me smiling like an idiot.
“Jenna, I’m going to walk my girl out,” I say, not breaking eye contact with Lyla. “Go ahead and get ready in the back, and I’ll be in shortly.”
“Okay,” she mumbles. Surprise and disappointment are clearly written all over her face as she walks away. No one has ever seen me with a girl at work, let alone kiss one openly.
“You don’t have to walk me to the door.”
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” I take her hand in mine and ignore the grin on Trent’s face as I pass by him.
“Bye, Lyla!” He calls out. “It was so nice meeting you.”
“It was nice meeting you too,” she smiles at him over her shoulder as we step outside. “How many more clients do you have today?”
“Just two,” I say, studying her. “Jenna is just a client, and it’s strictly professional on my end. She’s a flirt, but she’s never crossed the line.” She avoids my gaze, and I can tell something is bothering her. “Tell me what’s going through that head of yours.”
“For starters, I can’t believe I feel jealous. We aren’t even together, so I have no right to feel this way when a beautiful girl flirts with you. You are completely free to do what you want.”
“I don’t see it that way. If the roles were reversed, I would be going mad, too. Besides, I prefer brunettes with eyes the color of my favorite drink,” I smile. “What else is bothering you?”
“Where does she want her tattoo?”
I knew Jenna was trying to get under Lyla’s skin when she said that, and I hate that it happened. “The side of her left breast,” I sigh. “It’s not sexual for me like that. I focus on the art and not the person in front of me. I’ve never once got hard giving a girl a tattoo. Now you, on the other hand…when I get you on my table, I have no fucking clue what it’s going to do to me.”
Her lips twitch as she suppresses a smile.
“I kissed you in front of Jenna for a reason. I wanted her to know I was taken and have no interest in her. There is only one girl I want,” I say, closing the distance between us. “And hopefully, she wants me back, or I just made the biggest fool of myself in there,” I laugh softly.
“You didn’t make a fool of yourself,” she says, slowly shaking her head. “I’m the fool getting jealous for no reason.”
“I got jealous over Miles,” I laugh. “It doesn’t get more foolish than that. So are we good?” I tilt her chin up with my finger and bend down close to her lips.
“We’re good,” she whispers as I press my lips to hers.
“Good.” I kiss her once more before pulling away. “I’ll text you on my next break,” I grin, walking backward to the door.
“Bye, Jake,” she smiles.
“Bye, sweet Lyla.” I wink at her before going back inside, wishing it was her lying on my table waiting for me. Maybe it’s time I started sketching what my fingers are aching to do. She said she wanted a tattoo, and I can’t think of a better way to start your new life than a permanent reminder giving you the strength to move forward.