47. Amber
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
amber
“ W hiskey,” Jake breathes against my neck, as his arm wraps tighter around me. I rock my hips again, grinding my ass against his morning wood.
“Yes, Jake?” I say coyly.
His sleepy growl shoots straight through me, making heat pool at my core. His hand moves down to my hip, gripping it tight and eliminating the tiny bit of space between us. Open-mouthed kisses trail my neck, causing me to groan into the darkness. This is my favorite way to wake up.
Things have been so good between us. Better than I could have ever imagined.
Last week, we were fairly even between the nights we spent at my apartment and here.
He thought I would be more comfortable there, and while I love my connection to Jana there, I’m learning it’s not the place that matters. I feel her with me always.
His cabin brings a sense of peace and happiness to me.
The serenity of the woods around us, the cozy feel of having enough space but still choosing to stay plastered to Jake’s side.
It feels like home. Ever since I told him that, we’ve spent every night here, and this has become Socks’s second favorite place, after being at work with us.
I died laughing when Frank dropped off a package two days ago containing little cat booties, but Socks loves them, and he can safely pounce around Jake’s shop with them.
“Where’s that head at, pretty girl?”
His hands trace little lines from my hip to my stomach, dipping just below my panties. Humming at the warm feel of him, I admit, “I really love waking up in your bed with you.”
“Our bed.” His pinky slips farther into my panties.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Good.” His pinky brushes against my clit, sending my hips rocking against him again. “Because I want you to move in.”
I freeze, unsure of how to respond. Am I ready for that? So much has changed for me this year, so much has happened, but through it all, one thing has stuck out. I’ve grown, I’ve learned to lean on others, and I’ve healed through Jake’s care and love. So yeah, I’m ready for that.
He takes my silence as hesitation and pushes me so I’m flat on my back.
His pinky is still slowly making passes over my clit as he leans over my body.
“I want you here, baby. I want this place to be ours. I want to go to bed by your side and wake up with your body pressed to mine. Be my forever, Amber, and move in with me.”
Those deep-blue eyes pierce me with intensity, and I melt at his words.
I’ve never wanted forever so badly before now.
I never thought I could have a man like Jake.
Someone who can shine bright in the darkest of depths.
He’s my equal in all things, taking my sharp edges and building something beautiful with them instead of sanding them down.
Lifting my head, I brush my lips over his. “Yes, Jake.”
His lips lift into a smile against mine, and he lets out a low chuckle. “Forever? ”
“Forever.”
Jake’s mouth is on mine, hot and heavy. Demanding and sure.
His hand slips farther down, two fingers gliding through my slit before shoving in.
Our moans echo through the room, the feel of his thick fingers filling me the way I like, but it’s not enough.
They slide in and out, matching the tempo of his tongue in my mouth, but I need more. I need it all.
My hands smooth over the ridges of his stomach, tugging his boxers down when I get to them. He lifts his hips, helping me as a third finger pushes into me. His cock is heavy in my hand, each little metal ball cool against my fingers as I grip him.
Precum leaks from the head, coating my fingers as I rub it back down his length.
Going from inexperienced to sharing a bed with Jake means I’ve gotten a crash course in pleasure.
Both giving and receiving. Last week, he let me tie him to the headboard and told me to explore.
I felt awkward at first, but being able to take my time touching, tasting, and learning every inch of his body with no judgment was exactly what I needed.
It gave me a confidence I never thought I would have with him.
My thumb circles the small opening before I drag his slick precum down, coating it over every rung as Jake’s hips buck. His groan is so deep it sends shivers through my body. “Need to be inside you, Whiskey.”
“Please,” I beg, kicking off my panties, and he rolls between my legs.
Strong fingers grip the back of my neck, molten blue eyes locked on mine, as he pushes in. Each inch, each barbell, sliding in with ease, filling me in the way I’ve come to crave.
“So fucking perfect,” he rasps when he’s fully in. “So fucking mine.”
Then he’s moving, grinding into me slowly, evenly. Stretching my pussy around his thick cock. It’s heaven being loved by this man. Being taken care of by him, being his partner, his support as much as he is mine. It’s everything Jana used to say was out there for me. How right she was.
Jake’s thumb runs over my cheek, wiping the tear I didn’t realize had fallen.
His eyes shine in the early morning light, seeing everything I’m feeling.
And he takes it on, like he always does.
Letting me feel all my emotions and meeting them head-on.
It’s too much, his soft touches, his searching eyes, his promise of forever.
I need the pain, the anger, to even out these overwhelming feelings, threatening to take me under.
Jake sees it all, a smirk lifting his lips. “I love you, Amber. But I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
In one swift move, he pulls out and flips me over.
He’s back inside of me in one hard thrust, his hips slapping against my ass.
One hand grips my hair, lifting my head so I don’t suffocate in the pillows as he plows into me.
My back is arched, my pussy stretched, and the sting of my scalp while he tugs on my hair is exactly what I need to keep me in this moment.
I moan in a mix of pleasure and pain as he slams into me again. My fingers grip into the silky material of the sheets, scrunching it.
“There she is,” Jake growls into my ear, leaning over me and pulling my head closer to him. “My little slut needs the fight, doesn’t she? Needs it so she can feel safe to let it all out?”
He lifts my hips slightly, changing the angle so every rough thrust lights up that spot inside of me. “Come on, baby. Fight for it. Scream it out for me.”
His raspy voice skates over my skin, and with one more slam of his hips, I explode, crying out into the quiet as lights flash behind my eyes.
Waves of pleasure roll through my body, and Jake pumps into me four more times before spilling in me with a roar of his own.
Our sweat-soaked bodies sink into the mattress before Jake groans and rolls us slightly so he isn’t squishing me .
His calloused fingers stroke my hair back from my face and run down my arm. “I love you, baby. Forever.”
“It’s only forever if you promise to keep waking me like that,” my now sleepy voice mumbles.
Jake pinches my nipples until I squeal. “Brat.”
I wince when he pulls out of me, unsure if that will ever change. Before I can huddle down in the blanket, he rips them off and pulls me into his arms. “No you don’t. It’s shower and gym time.”
He laughs at my pouty face but carries me down the stairs anyway, his half-hard dick slapping against my ass with every step. After setting me down on the cold counter and turning on the shower, he folds his arms over his broad chest and turns to me with a serious look.
“What?”
“Speaking of the gym … Kyle won’t be back.” When I raise an eyebrow at him, he doubles down on his scowl. “You said you didn’t want to decide his fate, so I did. He won’t be back to Cedar Ridge. And no, I didn’t kill him.”
“Not killing him leaves a lot of wiggle room.”
The asshole just smirks. “Yeah, Whiskey, it does.” Pulling me down from the counter, he steps into the shower with me, putting us both under the hot spray of water.
His kiss is light. Comforting. “Black soul to black soul, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you protected.
To love you the only way I know how. Forever, Amber. Forever.”