Chapter 5
CARA
When I wake the next morning, I’m wrapped in Jake’s arms. Neither of us bothered to get dressed last night; there was no point since we’d have just ended up naked again anyway.
My body heats just thinking about it. I’ve never come that many times in a row in my life, but Jake played my body just as well as he plays hockey.
More than that, too, he looked after me afterward.
And, he’s a cuddler. I grin, snuggling closer, giggling when his arms tighten around me.
Good in bed, funny, charming, great at cuddling…
seriously, Jake just about ticks every damn box I’ve ever had.
Seriously, his Playboy reputation is deservedly and appropriately on the money.
None of this feels fake anymore.
Maybe it never was.
“Morning, princess,” Jake murmurs sleepily.
I look up at him, smiling. “Morning, Playboy,” I tease, unable to help myself.
Jake tickles my sides in retaliation, making me squeal. “Not anymore,” he says.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“I’m just your playboy now,” he tells me, giving me no time to react when he scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, considering his statement. He just declared himself mine. I should be telling him no, this was just a one-time thing, only part of our deal, but…Well, I don’t want to.
Jake reaches into the shower to turn on the water, waiting for it to heat up before he steps inside, still holding me tight.
Steam surrounds us, wrapping us in our own little warm world; everything else except right here and right now fades away. I tilt my head back to kiss him as he presses my back to the tile, keeping my body against his, my legs still wrapped around his waist.
The kiss starts slow and sweet, but before long, need takes over me. Heat pools between my thighs, and I know he feels it. He groans, his cock hardens against my stomach, long and thick. My inner muscles clench with the memory of how good he felt inside me, and I whimper against him.
I reach between us, wrap my hand around his meaty girth, and guide him to my center.
Jake curses under his breath as I take him slowly, gripping his shoulders, trying to hold myself steady.
He cups my ass with one hand, the other is braced against the wall by my head.
I rub the tip of his cock against my wet pussy, sliding it up and down a few times and teasing my own center.
Just inserting the tip, then withdrawing it.
Playing with his manhood like my favorite dildo.
Then I rotate it against my clit. Finally, I let go, and he thrusts his hips, seating himself fully inside me with one push.
My moan echoes off the tiles as my head falls back against the wet wall, my damp hair clinging to my skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say, my words full of need.
“You feel like mine,” Jake answers, voice gruff and possessive. The tone sends sparks through my veins, igniting my whole body.
Jake’s thrusts are slow and deep, hitting every spot I need him to. It’s hot as hell, but there’s something more, a connection that goes further than just our bodies. The way Jake holds me, like I’m something precious, the way he looks at me like he can’t believe I’m real.
The physical pleasure combines with the emotions rising in me, overwhelming me entirely in the best possible way.
Jake kisses my neck, murmuring praise and compliments against my skin as our hips move in unison.
“If I’m yours, prove it,” I pant, mindless with need as my release spirals closer. “Claim me, Jake. Fill me up and make me yours.”
“Goddamn, you’re perfect,” he groans, holding me even tighter as moans fall from my lips.
My orgasm barrels into me, stars exploding in my vision, hands clutching at Jake as he follows me into bliss. I feel him come, the sensation of him claiming me, filling me, marking me, sending another burst of pleasure through my body.
If it wasn’t for Jake holding me up against the wall, I’d have crumpled to the floor, knees weak. He kisses my shoulder, up my neck until he meets my mouth, and I sigh against him as we both come down from our highs.
Finally, we part, and I manage to stay steady on my feet.
Jake takes his time washing me, his hands gentle and caring, even washing my hair diligently, massaging me as he does.
I feel thoroughly relaxed and pampered by the time we turn off the water and dry ourselves.
A feeling of peace radiates through me that I’ve never experienced before.
It feels so natural to joke around as we get dressed. Jake hides my bra until I tackle him to get it back. He lets me win, I’ve seen enough of him on the ice to know there’s no way in hell I’d ever actually beat his lightning-fast reflexes.
I’m grinning as we grab our bags and leave the hotel, ducking straight into a taxi together. My stomach growls as we get buckled in, and I blush as Jake chuckles.
“I know the best brunch place,” he says, eyes on me. “You got time?”
Even if I didn’t, I’d say yes. The draw I feel to him is too strong, and the opportunity to spend more one-on-one time with him is too tempting to deny. Plus, I’m really hungry. “Sounds great,” I tell him.
He gives the driver an address, and twenty minutes later, we pull up outside the cutest-looking little cafe.
I’ve never been before, but as we step inside, Jake carrying both our bags, I already know I’m going to love everything on the menu from the vibes alone.
There are plants everywhere, and the walls are painted pink.
The smell of coffee syrups fills the air.
Jake, the big, bulky hockey player he is, looks out of place somewhere like this, and I grin up at him.
“How did you discover this place?” I ask as we find a table.
“You know Hugh, the goalie?” he says, pulling out my chair for me to sit. “His wife loves it here, and once he brought me a breakfast sandwich when I was hungover, and I swear to God it changed my life.”
I laugh, picturing the huge goalie sitting here with his wife. Jake’s big, but Hugh is excellent at his job because of how well he fills the goals. He gets called the Giant of the Hawks for a reason.
“Well, I need to try one of these life-changing sandwiches now,” I laugh, browsing the menu. “Ooh, but they have creme brulee French toast too. And chocolate chip brioche!”
I look up from admiring all the options to find Jake grinning widely at me. He’s so handsome it stops my heart for a second.
“They’ve also got all sorts of sugary coffee concoctions that you’ll probably love,” he points out, pulling a face teasingly at the abundance of flavored options.
“Are you trying to turn me on again?” I joke, raising a brow at him.
Jake’s gaze darkens with desire. “Always.” There’s not a hint of a joke in his tone, and despite the fact I’ve had more sex in the last twenty-four hours than ever before, I want him again.
He’s turning me into a needy mess, and I can’t even be mad about it.
The waiter comes to take our order, and Jake orders us two loaded breakfast sandwiches, the creme brulee french toast, and an order of chocolate chip brioche.
“I could’ve picked one,” I protest, but Jake just shoots me a look.
“But you don’t have to,” he argues, shrugging. “What my girl wants, she gets. You can always take whatever’s left over for later.”
I’m about to argue about the cost, but the way he raises his brows and pins me with a look that says let me spoil you shuts me up.
When my coffee arrives, full of seasonal syrups and cold foam with a sugar cookie on top, I make Jake try some and laugh at the face he pulls when the sugar hits his tongue.
“What do you have against sweet things?” I giggle, taking a long sip of the delicious drink.
A flirty grin takes over Jake’s expression. “I can think of one sweet thing I’d happily eat for breakfast every damn day,” he whispers, making me blush bright red, heat rushing over me as I catch his meaning.
“Oh my God, is that Jake Jones?!” an excited voice exclaims.
Our heads turn to the right, finding two guys staring right at Jake with awe-struck expressions on their faces. I’d almost forgotten Jake is basically famous until now, but I grin when they catch us looking over.
“Give them an autograph,” I say to Jake, encouraging him when he looks unsure. “I’ll take photos for socials, then we can claim that we were just working together if anyone asks.”
I wave them over, and Jake shakes their hands, chatting to them about past and upcoming games, thanking them when they gush over how good he is and how he’s their favorite player. One of the guys is wearing a Jays cap, and Jake signs it happily while I snap photos to post later.
This is the side of him that I want the world to start to see, that he’s more than just a Playboy in the gossip columns. He’s talented and caring and friendly, someone anyone would be lucky to know.
As he poses for selfies with the fans, I can’t help but think that the Jake in the headlines is nothing like the Jake I know now. And I’m going to make the rest of the world see that, too.