39. Amber
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
amber
“ T his is my home?” I ask, eyebrow raised in challenge.
“It should be.” His eyes stay locked on mine, not an ounce of fear or humor written there. The words don’t scare me nearly as much as they should, but my heart beats faster in my chest anyway. I follow him into the house, his large hand still wrapped tenderly around mine.
After kicking off our shoes, he leads me straight up the stairs to his room, his steps sure and his pace determined.
The room is clean, only his black silky sheets sleep rumpled.
It smells like him up here, like leather and wood, purely masculine.
He slips his sweatshirt over his head and tosses it to the floor, then climbs onto the bed and leans against the headboard, rubbing his socked feet together and holding a hand out to me. “Come here, baby.”
It’s his second three-word sentence in as many minutes that has me feeling like a melted puddle.
How have I convinced myself I don’t want this man for so long?
From day one he has wormed his way into my brain, and with each kind gesture and tender way he cared despite my snarky attitude, he moved from my head to my heart.
Fear or not, I shouldn’t have run from this for so long.
The feelings I had when Jana took me in, of being wanted, valued as a person, and accepted through it all, are the same feelings I get when I’m with Jake.
Crawling up the bed, I drape my body over his, and he wraps me in his arms, pulling me tighter to him. My head rises and falls with his every breath, as he plays with my hair while lightly scratching over my back.
I don’t know how long we lie like that, holding onto each other like we can’t bear to be apart. When my eyelids get heavy and start to droop, I try to keep myself awake. “What are we doing?”
“Cuddling.”
I let out a small chuckle at his obvious answer. “Why?”
“Because I missed you.”
It hits me that I missed him too. I saw him not even two full days ago and had a fun-filled weekend with my girls, and yet, on a bone-deep level, I missed him.
Jake has been slowly intertwining our lives and our bodies to where the only time I feel whole anymore is when I’m in his arms. He turns me into a pile of mush with hands that never stop touching me, soothing me, and making me feel like this is exactly where I belong.
“Thank you. For the storage makeover, the rose, and note. I can’t put into words how much that means to me. Thank you isn’t enough, but I don’t know what is.”
“Say you’re mine.”
There’s no hesitation on my part. I think from the day I bled on his cock, I’ve been his. “I’m yours.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, then flips us over so his warm chest is on mine. The smile on his face is brighter than any I’ve seen on him before. Running his nose over mine, he whispers, “Say it again.”
I run my fingers through his scratchy beard, looking into his piercing blue eyes. “I’m you?—”
His mouth is on mine before I can finish the thought—hot and demanding, searing my very soul.
My fingers move up from his beard and into his hair, pulling him tighter against me.
It’s more than a clashing of lips and tongues, it’s a claiming.
“You’re mine, Whiskey. You’re mine and I’m yours.
” His gruff voice reverberates against my lips between kisses.
I am his and he is mine.
Sitting back, he hauls me up with him, only letting our mouths part when he strips my sweater and tank top over my head.
His nimble fingers unhook my bra, discarding that too as he lays me back down.
Hot, open-mouthed kisses are trailed down my stomach, and he nips at my flesh along the way.
He licks a line from my navel down to my legging-clad pussy before shoving his face between my thighs and inhaling.
When he looks up at me with hooded eyes, my whole body trembles beneath him.
“You always smell so damn delicious,” he growls, his fingers hooking into my leggings, before he pulls them down with my panties.
Settling his body back between my legs, he grips my thighs, pushing them out and down onto the mattress, splaying me for him. “Such a pretty pussy.” His tongue flattens against me, licking from my ass all the way to my clit, circling there. “And all mine. Only ever mine.”
Zips of pleasure erupt from my core as Jake spears his tongue into me, licking me deep and swallowing every drop of my arousal.
My thighs quiver, and his fingers dig into the flesh, the slight bite of pain adding to the heat of the moment.
Watching his large body easily hold me in place while he draws out my moans and works me right to the edge over and over is a sight to behold.
This wild and dangerous man who turns soft just for me.
His lips suction to my clit as he uses his middle finger to rim my pussy, slowly pushing it in and coating it in my wetness. Pulling it out, he stares at me, his finger tracing me until he’s rimming my asshole. He waits a beat, our gazes locked, before slowly pushing in.
My back arches, an unholy whimper leaving my mouth.
A slow, sexy grin spreads over Jake’s wet lips.
“You like that? Of course my good little slut wants all her holes filled by me.” He thrusts his finger in and out of me, diving his tongue back into my pussy, matching the rhythm of his finger.
The sensations are overwhelming in the best way.
“More,” I cry out, rocking my hips against him.
Approval rumbles through Jake’s chest, and he lifts his head to watch his finger disappear into me. In a move that should not be as filthy hot as it is, he spits on my hole, working it into my ass with a second finger.
“Oh, fuck, oh god, Jake,” I’m not even sure what I’m saying as he stretches me, and I try not to focus on the slight burn.
“Give me what’s mine,” he grits out, his mouth latching back to my clit with a hard suck, and I fly off the cliff.
My orgasm hits me like a freight train, barreling through me, and I cry out, holding his head down on me.
His fevered movements turn slow as he gently licks up my release and pulls his fingers from me.
“I’m going to fuck that tight little hole one day. I won’t even give your sweet pussy a break, leaving you dripping from both holes. My perfect little slut.”
I want that. I want everything he gives me.
He doesn’t let me respond before shoving off his sweats and impaling me in one hard thrust. The groan that he lets out reverberates around the room.
With a hand on the headboard and the other shoving up my thigh, he ruts into me, eyes locked on mine.
It’s deep at this angle and so … intimate.
Even without his weight settled on me, I feel surrounded by him.
From this position, I can see every inch of him and the way his tattooed body should look daunting over mine.
Instead, all I see is a man who wears his heart in every ma rk on his skin.
If anyone were to take the time to really look, they would see the protector, the warrior, and the proud son.
There’s a vulnerability in his eyes, and it causes a knot to form in my chest as he looks at me with longing.
Like I’m something so precious in his arms. His movements slow, drawing out each piercing before he rolls his hips and pushes them back in.
He stays like that, glancing from my mouth to my eyes and back again.
“You’re everything, Amber.”
A tear slips out, and Jake tracks it rolling down my cheek.
Letting go of my thigh and the headboard, he wraps his arms around me, changing the angle again.
This time, his pelvis hits my clit with each rock of his hips, and he presses soft kisses to every inch of my face.
Between each one, he whispers something he loves about me: my drive, my strength, the bite of my nails against his skin.
Finally, he presses his lips to mine, sweeping his tongue into my mouth.
Tangled around one another, we come together, and I finally feel like I’m home.
Jake:
When’s your next afternoon off?
Amber:
Saturday.
Jake:
Great. I’m taking you on our date. I’ll pick you up at 2.
Amber:
Where are we going?
Jake:
Wear jeans and those hot as fuck combat boots.
Amber:
That doesn’t help.
Jake:
And that light blue panty set I took your virginity in. I’m not fucking you, it’s a proper date, but I like thinking you’ll be wearing that for me anyway.
Amber:
*photo in red panties* I thought red was your new favorite color.
Jake:
Don’t fucking move. I’ll be there in 2 minutes.