CHAPTER TWENTY
I don’t have any pants
VANESSA
“Jake, put me down!”My arms flail around him, but ultimately do nothing to help me get out of his grasp.
Let’s be honest, do I even want him to put me down?
He smells so good, like vanilla and tobacco. It doesn’t sound like the best combination, but whatever cologne he has on, I want to drown myself in it.
Jake carries me into the house, up the stairs, and into his room before playfully tossing me on his bed. I’ve missed the soft cushion of his king-sized bed. The duvet is so fluffy and soft, I want to bury myself in it.
I watch as Jake walks over to his wardrobe, pulling out his own jersey to replace the one I’m currently wearing.He turns back toward me, extending his arm out with the jersey in his hand. “A deal’s a deal, Nichols.”
I roll my eyes and stand up from the bed, taking the shirt from his hands. We stand in the middle of his room, neither of us moving.
His voice is quiet as he looks down at me and asks, “Are you still mad at me?”
Jake’s question takes me by surprise. I know I’ve been a little cold toward him the past few days, but I didn’t think that my absence would affect him.Like, at all.I mean, he has his choice of friends and girls at his disposal. Why would I make a difference?
“I’m not entirely thrilled that you basically called me a slut in the middle of the library.”
“Ness, I’m so sorry. I was having a bad day and took it out on you for no reason.” He takes off his hat and runs a hand through his curls. “Seeing you with Levi, it just—I felt like you were replacing me with him.”
It’s so weird seeing Jake be so vulnerable with me. Sure, we’ve talked about some deeper topics here and there, but I don’t think we’ve ever actually discussed our feelings. We’ve definitely have never discussed our feelings about each other.
“I never should have accused you of trying to sleep with the whole team. I think I was just jealous that after Vermont, you decided you didn’t need my friendship anymore.”
I feel my face soften with Jake’s words. It doesn’t excuse the way he spoke to me, but it definitely gives me some insight. I didn’t know Jake Shepherd could actually share his feelings, especially with a female. This whole time he thought I was choosing Levi over him. But really, I was hanging out with Levi because I didn’t know how to control myself around Jake.
Ever since that night in Vermont, I haven’t stopped thinking about him.I catch myself reminiscing on the way he looked in between my thighs with my hands tangled in his curls, the feeling of his hands on my body.Every time I’m around him I have to control myself. I have to stop myself from thinking about him.It’s so aggravating thinking about him all the damn time. Hanging out with Levi gave me a reprieve. He’s a great person to bounce my thoughts off, but never once did I think about Levi the way I think about Jake. Talking with Levi allowed me to think about my feelings and what I should do with them.
And I think I’ve come to a decision.
The words pour out of me like I couldn’t hold them in for another second. “Jake, I wasn’t trying to replace you, I was using Levi’s friendship as a distraction so I didn’t have to deal with my feelings for you.”
His eyes go wide.
Oh no.
I shouldn’t have said anything. I should’ve kept my sassy demeanor and changed and walked right back down to the party to rejoin our friends. This is dangerous territory.
His posture straightens. “Feelings?”
“Not feelings , but…” I try to recover, but ultimately fail. “I can’t stop thinking about that night. As much as I want to get you out of my head, I can’t. You were right, okay? I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Jake stares at me, but I can’t tell if it’s in awe or disbelief.
I can’t believe I just said that. What is wrong with me, and why can’t I just keep my thoughts in my head?
The bass of the music is the only sound that leaks into the room.My face is flushed and I can feel the heat burning in my cheeks.
“You know what, I’m gonna go get changed in the bathroom and head back downstairs.” I try to excuse myself from this awkward situation, but Jake grabs my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. I feel his breath on my ear, and it sends shivers down my spine.
“You haven’t been able to get me out of your head, huh, angel girl?”
He circles his thumb over my wrist, which makes goose bumps rise on my skin. I shouldn’t be reacting this much to a single touch. I swallow my thoughts and put on a mask of confidence.
“You know what they say, save a horse and ride a cowboy.” I motion toward his hat and a deep chuckle escapes his throat.
I look up at him as he towers over me. I want to be suffocated by his body.
His cocky white smile is plastered on his face. “I was wondering if anyone was going to use that line on me tonight. Thought the cowboy outfit might just do it for someone.” He lightly grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Guess it worked on you.”
Jake pulls me into him, crashing his mouth against mine. His lips are full and he tastes of alcohol and mint. I want him to swallow me. He moves his hands, trailing from my chin down my neck, one resting on my collarbone. His hands are rough and calloused from years of playing hockey. I want to feel them explore my body.I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. I want more of him. I want all of him.
He detaches his lips from mine, panting. “Ness, if we do this, I’m going to wreck you. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else. No one else in this world will be able to compare to me. So, I just want to make sure you’re okay with that.”
Hmm, let me think for a second. Yup, I am more than okay with that.
I answer him by grabbing his neck and pulling him back down to me. I open my mouth and allow his tongue to intertwine with mine and my hands move to his hair, knocking off his hat. I need to tell him just how much I love his curls.
One of his hands settles on my neck while the other gets lost in my hair. God, not only is he good at eating pussy but he’s also an excellent kisser.
I break the kiss and look at him with a devilish grin.“Didn’t you say that you were going to wreck me ? I thought you always made good on your promises.” I can see the hunger in his eyes, and I know that I have him hooked. “If you can’t do it, I’m sure I can find someone else at this party who can. Maybe Levi. I am wearing his jersey after all.”
That last sentence is what breaks our heated gaze and makes Jake go feral. I shriek as he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed.I’ve always imagined being picked up and tossed around, but most guys I’ve been with have been so vanilla and boring. God , he’s so hot.
All I can think is that I want more, more, more. My heart beats harder, pumping blood through my body that goes straight to my core. I’ve never wanted to have sex more in my life than I do right now.
He pulls off my boots, before pointing at the shirt covering my body. “ Take. It. Off. ”
I look up at him, biting my lower lip, knowing that it’s making him crazy that I’m not listening to his commands.
“Ness, take it off, now.” His eyes burn into me.
I slowly peel off Levi’s jersey and toss it on the floor. I grab Jake’s jersey that was haphazardly thrown on the floor during our heated make out. I go to pull the shirt over my head when it gets ripped out of my hands.
“One day, I’m going to fuck you while you’re only wearing my jersey. But tonight I want to see all of you.”
Jake flicks off his cowboy boots and leans onto the bed, grabbing me by my hips, he pulls the both of us up farther onto the bed. He kisses me as we lie in the center of his bed. My head rests in between two of his pillows as his mouth moves from my own down to my neck, slowly sucking and nipping at the tender skin. He works his way down, stopping at the red lace bra covering my breasts. I may have worn a matching set tonight under my costume.
A girl can never be too prepared.
I instinctively lift up and arch my back so he can reach to unclasp my bra.We move quickly together as I pull the straps down my arms, and he attaches his mouth back to me. Finding my right nipple, he tugs it in his mouth—his tongue lapping and sucking. The sensation from his tongue shoots right down to my core. I can feel myself soaking in my panties.
Jake’s mouth moves farther down my stomach and then stops at the hemline of my fishnets. He looks at it as if it’s a barricade that he wants to break through. Jake’s icy blue eyes look up at me in a pout, as if he’s asking for permission to take them off.
I look down at him, wanting to take a mental picture of him because it’s one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever seen. I nod at him, giving him his answer.
Without waiting another second, he leans down and rips the fishnets apart. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this all night.”
His lips attach themselves to the inside of my thighs, trailing kisses up and down. Sucking. Biting. Teasing . His touch is making my body pulsate and I want him in me. He hooks a finger around my panties and he lets out a hot breath.
“Jesus, Ness, you’re already so wet for me.” His lips brush against me, and slowly his tongue traces over me. As he does this, he moves an arm up and grabs my nipple in between two fingers and adds the tiniest amount of pressure. It’s so sensitive and light it has me squirming.
Jake takes his hands and presses them down on my hips. “Stop moving, angel girl.”
That nickname has me whining. I don’t know why he likes it so much, but I love that he keeps using it.
His tongue strokes me, and his lips suck gently. The feeling alone is one that could send me over the edge at any second. I try to remember the last time I’ve been touched like this, but I can’t. I can barely form thoughts in my head as Jake’s touch sends waves of pleasure throughout my body. No one has ever made me feel like this. I feel desired and sexy. He is nothing like what I’ve experienced before with other guys. It’s soft and tender, yet heady and full of want.
I tug on his curls, focusing his attention on me. He looks up at me, lips glossy.
“I want you , please,” I beg, making my eyes bigger and pouty, which makes him melt into me.
“Anything for you.” He’s up in an instant, his hands finding his belt and unbuckling it. The buckle rattles as it hits the floor with his jeans and vest.
“This might sound weird but…” I look him up and down, taking him all in. Every part of him is all muscle, and he has a small freckle next to his left nipple. “Will you keep the hat on? It’s kinda hot.”
“Aren’t you a little kinky, Ness.” He straightens his hat before leaning over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom. He puts the wrapper in between his teeth, ripping at the package.
As he does this, I lean forward, pulling down his boxers. The fabric is tight like spandex and does nothing to hide the massive bulge at the front. His dick springs free and… oh my god, I am screwed.
I’ve felt his dick before, but there were always layers of clothes between us. Seeing it in front of me right now, in its glory—that thing is going to split me in half.
“Are you okay?”
Am I okay? I don’t think I’m even thinking straight right now but I don’t care. This could mess up everything between us, but I find myself throwing caution to the wind. I want Jake, and I want him all now. “Wreck me, Jake.”
“You got it, Nichols.” He tips his hat at me, and that devilish grin reappears.
He grabs at my panties, and pulls them down my legs, tossing them on the floor with the rest of our clothes.He positions himself in front of my entrance. He runs his dick up and down slowly, pushing into me at a wicked pace. I move my hips, wanting him in me faster.
“Slow down, baby, you might need a second to adjust to me.”
As he pushes in deeper, I feel myself stretch to fit him. It’s uncomfortable, but only for a second. He plunges in all the way, and I swear he hits something inside me that almost makes me scream. I clasp a hand to my mouth as he fills me, not wanting to be too loud, especially since the house is filled with people. He starts thrusting in even, long movements. He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back harder. Each time he moves, it sends pleasure rippling through me.
My nails attach to his back, digging in, pleading for him to go faster.I moan his name as he starts thrusting harder, causing his hat to fall onto the mattress beside me. I place my hand on his chest as I move to grab it. He stops moving long enough for me to push him off.
I shove him back onto the mattress and climb into his lap, grabbing his discarded hat, and placing it on my head. “My turn to ride.”
I adjust the hat on my head as I lower myself onto him, and he feels much bigger in this position. If we do doggy, he would probably kill me.
I go agonizingly slow over the tip and Jake bucks his hips a little at the sensation. His finger finds my clit and rubs small circles. I lower myself all the way, stretching over his thick base. I work my hips, grinding and riding his cock. Our breaths are mixed together, both of us panting and moaning as we move with each other—our lips barely touching.Feeling his breath on mine turns me on more.
Jake grabs a hold of my hips with one hand, making them move in sync with his, his other hand still rubbing me as I ride him. I can feel that familiar tingle settle low in my stomach, telling me that I’m close. He thrusts his hips up as I grind on him, the friction only increasing the high I’m about to ride.
“Jake. I’m going t-to—” He cuts me off with a kiss.
“Come for me, Vanessa.” His gruff voice against my lips sends me over the edge. I feel like my body convulses with the pleasure coursing through me. I can’t control the words as they escape my lips. “Oh God…Jake, oh God.”
“That’s right, baby, I’m your god.”
I completely let loose, melting under his touch. My brain feels like it’s full of stars, and I’m floating in the night sky.
As I come down, he flips us over and starts to drive into me as he reaches for his own release. I feel myself clenching around him, gripping onto him as he fucks me. I can feel another orgasm creeping up on me. I don’t think I’ve come more than once during sex.
His thrusts become slower, and harder as he reaches his climax. My name slips from his lips as he comes and it sends me over again, coming with him.He rests his forehead against mine, and we both lie there for a moment, panting.
Jake collapses next to me on the bed. “Fuck, that was even better than I’ve imagined.”
“How long have you been imagining us having sex?”
“Probably since the night I met you at the bar.” He winks at me, then turns over, tossing the used condom into the trash can next to the nightstand.
He turns back over, pulling me into his side. “How was it…for you?” A curl falls over his face as he asks me an intimate question.
How was it for me? I don’t think a man has ever asked me how the sex was afterward. Normally I’d put my clothes on and get the hell out of there, or if they were at my place, I would kindly ask them to leave.The sex with Jake was mind blowing. I’ve had decent sex in my life so far, but this. Him. This was on a completely different level.
“Your reputation definitely precedes you.” I look up at him, smiling at his goofy smirk.
We allow ourselves to lie here together for a few minutes, soaking in the afterglow.
It’s not until I break the silence that we stir. “We probably should head back downstairs before people start to notice that we’re missing.”
“Oh, I think people know what was going on with you screaming my name and all.”
I roll my eyes at him before hitting him with a pillow. “You suck.”
I head to the washroom quickly to clean myself up, grabbing my underwear and bra along the way. When I emerge from the room, Jake has his pants pulled back on and holds his jersey out to me.
“We made a deal, I believe this is yours for the night.”
I grab the red jersey from his hands, with the number twenty-four plastered on the back with his last name. I pull the heavy fabric over my head. Jake’s jersey is definitely a bit bigger than Levi’s. His sits a little farther down my thighs, and I look to the floor and see the torn piece of fabric that used to be my fishnets.
“I don’t have any pants now.”
Jake turns toward me and looks me up and down with a wicked grin. “Don’t worry, mine’s longer, so it covers you—but if you want, I’ll stand behind you all night so no one can see your perfect ass except for me.”
I smack his shoulder, and he lets out a thick laugh.
What did I get myself into?