14. Jake
Fourteen
Jake
He’s like a walking cliché. Shorter than I expected, he’s obviously dealing with classic short-man syndrome, for which he’s overcompensating for by having a teenager for a girlfriend and being a dick to his ex-wife, the woman he once supposedly loved.
That same woman who right now is fuming beside me as the lift takes us up to our floor. She’s bouncing from foot to foot, and when I glance over at her, she’s giving the numbers above the door a death stare as though that will possibly get us there faster.
Chuckling a little, I watch as the doors finally open and she storms off toward her room, dragging her suitcase behind her. She’s pissed, really pissed.
“Taylor,” I call, hurrying after her. “Taylor, wait.”
She doesn’t stop, and by the time I reach her, she’s repeatedly jamming her card in the slot on her hotel room door, cursing because the light stays red and her door stays locked.
“Fuck,” she mutters, as I come up behind her.
“Hold on,” I say, one hand on her hip. I take the card from her hand and slowly slide it into the reader and unlock the door. Taylor huffs in frustration, shoving the door open, but before she has a chance to disappear inside, I stop her, my arm snaking around her waist and pulling her back against me.
God, her body feels so good against mine.
“Go inside and get changed,” I whisper, my mouth at her ear. “You’ve got two minutes to get your arse in that bikini I bought you, and then I’m coming back to pick you up,” I tell her, nuzzling her neck before I gently shove her inside her room.
The door closes behind her, and I move three doors down to my room. Inside, I throw my suitcase on the bed as I rip my uniform off, discarding it on the floor before pulling on some board shorts and grabbing my sunglasses and phone.
A minute later, I’m standing outside Taylor’s door, knocking. When it eventually opens, she stands on the other side, her eyes a little red and her hair a mess, as though she’s been raking her hands through it.
Smiling, I reach in and circle my fingers around her wrist. “He isn’t worth a single second more of your time,” I tell her, tugging her outside.
She nods, even as she pulls that bottom lip between her teeth, and I can tell she doesn’t quite believe me.
“You know what it is, though?” I whisper, sliding a hand around to the back of her neck.
Taylor shakes her head, her eyes wide as she looks up at me.
My grin widens. “Getting your gorgeous arse down to that pool,” I say, stepping closer to her so we are only inches apart. “And parading it around in front of that tool so he knows exactly what he’s lost, while I get you drunk on Mai Tais all afternoon. Okay?”
Taylor nods now, her face softening as a tiny smile tugs at her lips. “Okay,” she murmurs.
I chuckle as I lean in and kiss the end of her nose. “That’s my girl.”
Downstairs by the pool, I manage to grab us two sun lounges, side by side under a huge umbrella. I watch as Taylor peels off the sundress she’s wearing, slowly revealing her beautiful tanned, lean body, barely covered by her bikini.
My mouth waters at the sight, my dick hardening in my shorts, and it takes the pool guy two attempts before I finally realize he’s asking if we want something to drink.
“Mai Tais,” I tell him, without taking my eyes off Taylor.
Her eyes scan the pool though, finally locating her dickhead of an ex as he lies on the other side with his barely legal girlfriend. She’s lying on her stomach, flicking through some gossip magazine while he lies there with his hand on her arse and his eyes on Taylor’s.
Grinning, I grab the sunscreen and step closer to Taylor, so I’m pressed right up behind her. “Let me get your back,” I whisper, pulling her hair to one side so it falls over her shoulder before pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.
I take my time, making sure every inch of her skin is covered in sunscreen, massaging it in all while my dick only gets harder and harder. When she turns around, I push her sunglasses to the top of her head, her wide eyes now staring back at me.
“Want me to do the front?” I ask, grinning.
Taylor finally smiles, swatting me on the chest as she takes the sunscreen from my hand. “Perv,” she mutters as she now only adds to the torture by slowly rubbing the lotion into her breasts and stomach, never taking her eyes from mine.
“Tease,” I murmur, still grinning.
When our drinks arrive, we lay out our towels and then lie down, side by side. “You wanna talk about it?” I eventually ask.
Taylor shakes her head. “Nope, you’re right,” she says, sucking on her straw. “He isn’t worth my time.”
“Nope,” I say, reaching for her hand and threading my fingers through hers. Lifting our joined hands to my mouth, I kiss her knuckles before gently biting them. “And for the record,” I say, brushing my lips over her fingers and sucking the end of one of them. “The guy is a fucking idiot for doing what he did to you.”
She smiles, a slight blush coloring her cheeks as she stares back at me, eyes now hidden by her sunglasses. Then, she leans over, her mouth hovering over my shoulder. “Thank you,” she breathes against me before she leans down and presses a kiss to my skin.
I have to swallow hard, forcing myself not to just climb over and lie on top of her. Cover her body with mine so her skin is against my skin, her breasts pressed against my chest.
Christ, this woman drives me crazy .
“For what?” I murmur, swallowing hard as I force that image from my brain.
“For this,” she says, pressing another kiss to my skin before moving back to her sun lounge.
I’m totally fucked.
We spend the afternoon by the pool: swimming, eating and drinking a shitload of Mai Tais. Neither of us mentions her ex again, and he doesn’t come over to speak to us, finally disappearing with his girlfriend. By the time the sun starts to set, both of us are a little drunk.
“Ugh,” Taylor moans, stretching beside me, her back arching as she lifts her arms above her head. “This is exactly what I needed.”
I practically groan out loud at the sight of her, my seemingly now permanently hard dick only getting harder. It’s been a torturous kind of agony lying beside her all afternoon, watching her slowly relax and forget about that dickhead ex of hers while at the same time getting more and more tipsy and uninhibited.
A part of me never wants to leave here, while another part wants to drag her back to my room and fuck her all night long. Unfortunately, I don’t think either of them is a realistic option just yet.
Instead, I stand and hold out a hand to her. “Come with me,” I say, pulling her up when she slides her hand into mine. She stumbles a little, her sun-warmed body falling against mine as her hands land on my chest and she steadies herself.
“I think you might be a little drunk,” I whisper, slipping my arms around her waist, hands sliding over the smooth skin of her lower back.
She giggles. “And that is all your fault, Campbell,” she whispers.
“Guilty,” I admit with a grin, sneaking a hand down to her arse and giving it a tiny squeeze. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Taylor asks as she reaches for her dress, pulling it on and hiding that amazing body of hers.
I grab her hand and pull her down the path that leads down to the beach. “Always with the questions,” I say, letting go of her hand and sliding my arm around her shoulders. “How about you just trust me?” I add.
Taylor looks up at me, her eyes shining and a wide smile on her face. “Okay,” she says, surprising me a little as she slips her arm around my waist.
I chuckle. “Drunk looks good on you, Captain,” I tease.
She pinches my side but says nothing as we head down toward the water, turning away from the crowds and walking along the sand as the water washes over our feet.
Eventually, we stop, sitting down side by side on the warm sand to watch the sun go down. Her shoulder is pressed against mine, skin to skin, and it’s taking everything I have in me not to just push her down on the sand and kiss her.
“Why are you single?” she suddenly asks, eyes on the horizon.
“What?” I ask, laughing a little.
Taylor looks up at me, our eyes meeting. “Why are you single?” she repeats. “I mean you’re attractive, you’re funny and kind and quite honestly, sexy as hell.”
I burst out laughing, throwing my head back. “Who says I’m single?” I tease her, nudging her with my shoulder.
“What?” she replies, her body stiffening a little.
“Not like that, Taylor,” I say, slipping my arm back around her and pulling her closer. “More like I’m not technically dating anyone, but I’m also not looking to either. Not unless it’s one very specific person,” I say, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Who?” she whispers, staring up at me.
I chuckle. “You, Captain. Who’d you think?”
“Me?” she says, and I swear she’s so adorable when she’s confused.
“Yes, Taylor,” I say, brushing my thumb against her cheekbone. “You.”
“Why?” she says, and I can’t help but laugh as I kiss her temple again.
“Um,” I say, finger against my lips as I pretend to think about how to answer her. “Maybe because you’re smart, funny, kind and quite honestly, sexy as hell,” I say, repeating her words back to her. “Not to mention, driven and beautiful and successful.”
Taylor’s eyes widen. “Not many people would say I’m kind,” she whispers.
“Not many people have seen the side of you that I have,” I whisper.
She swallows, her throat moving as she bites that bottom lip again. “So why haven’t you hit on me yet?” she asks. “Tried to get me into bed?”
I chuckle, loving how open she is to all of this now she has a few drinks in her. “Let me ask you something,” I whisper, running my thumb along her lip and pulling it from her teeth. “You think foreplay is important, right?”
I watch as her breath hitches, her pupils dilating as she stares up at me. “Very important,” she murmurs.
I smile. “Well, so do I,” I tell her. “And I also think anticipation, tension and wanting something so bad makes for explosive chemistry when something finally does happen.”
“Jake,” she groans, her body swaying toward me.
“Yes,” I whisper, my eyes on her mouth which is only inches from mine now.
“Kiss me,” she breathes out at the same time as I just say fuck it and lower my mouth to hers.
Our lips crash together with a hunger I’ve never experienced before, both of us falling backward onto the sand as I crawl over her and cover her body with mine. I feel her hands slide up my back before she drags her fingernails back down, marking my skin.
“Taylor,” I moan as her mouth opens, my tongue slipping inside and against hers.
She slides her leg between mine, her hands now pressed against my lower back, holding me to her, my hard-on pressed against her hip as I continue to kiss her, neither of us coming up for air.
I curl an arm around the top of her head, my other hand moving to her hip before it starts a slow path up her body, my fingers brushing over the side of her breast before they curl around her neck.
She moans into my mouth, our lips and tongues never breaking apart as we all but devour each other.
I don’t know how long we lie entwined together, kissing on the beach and completely oblivious to anyone around us. All I know is by the time we finally do come up for air, it’s now dark and my dick is as hard as a fucking rock, pressed against her and showing her everything this is doing to me.
I pull back a little as my eyes find hers in the dark. “Hey,” I whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear.
She smiles up at me. “Hi.”
I lean in and press a soft kiss to her lips before reluctantly pulling my body from hers. Taking her hands in mine, I pull her to her feet, pressing a kiss to the back of each hand before slipping my arm around her and walking us back to the hotel.
We walk in silence and it’s not until we reach her hotel room door that she turns to face me, her back up against it.
“Do you want to come inside?”
I smile, lean in and kiss her mouth. “I do,” I whisper against it. “But I’m not going to.”
“Why?” she blurts out, her hands gripping my hips.
I smile. “This isn’t a no, Taylor,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers. “This is just a not right now,” I tell her.
“When?” she asks impatiently.
I chuckle, knowing that when the time finally does come, when she actually makes the decision to do this with me, I don’t want that decision to be clouded by alcohol or anger over seeing her ex.
I want it to be just about us. About Taylor choosing to be with me.
“Soon, baby,” I whisper, pushing her back against the door as I cover her mouth with mine once again. Taylor groans, her fingers digging into me as she pulls me against her, grinding her hips against my dick.
It’s so tempting to just say fuck it and go inside this room with her, but I know I can’t, no matter how desperate I am to bury myself inside her.
Taylor teases me with her tongue, as though she can read my mind and is desperately trying to convince me to change it. I smile against her mouth, even as I slide a hand to her breast, teasing her hardened nipple through the fabric of her dress.
“Jake,” she moans into my mouth. “Please.”
I kiss a path down her neck, nibbling and sucking against her skin as I replace my fingers with my mouth, sucking on the hardened peak through her dress. She slides her fingers into my hair, holding me against her as I pull and bite her breast, knowing that if I lowered the fabric and took her into my mouth, I would not be able to walk away.
So I pull back, because I am dangerously close to giving in. When there’s finally space between us, it does nothing to diminish the intensity that’s surrounding us, especially when Taylor’s eyes drop to my dick, which is practically tenting my shorts.
I move my hand to my crotch, readjusting myself as I say, “Good night, beautiful. I’ll see you for breakfast.”
Then I turn and walk down the hall to my room, knowing a long shower is definitely on the cards for me tonight.