Give Me Butterflies

Chapter 11

Erin

Iwas doing this. I was actually doing this. I didn’t know what I was thinking when I put on my favorite red dress—the long-sleeved one that hugged my curves. I didn’t know what was going through my mind when I strapped on my matching heels, and there was no way I was thinking straight when I hailed a cab and told him to take me to Twin City Bistro.

But here I was, pulling up at the curb of the last restaurant I should be at in the back of a taxi and wearing the sexiest dress I packed—the one I always packed just in case of an emergency. It was low-cut enough to give a taste of my cleavage, and the hemline cut just a little higher on my left thigh than on my right.

The driver opened the door for me, and when I stepped out, the cold Minneapolis air stung my skin. I pulled my coat tighter around me, already knowing my pale legs would be bright pink by the time I made it the thirty feet into the building. I shivered when the heavy door closed behind me, sealing the restaurant off from the cold evening weather.

“May I help you?” the hostess asked, looking casually over my shoulder for the date she was likely expecting to walk through the door behind me.

I scanned the restaurant slowly, feeling silly when I didn’t see Jacob. “I was going to meet someone here,” I said, feeling my cheeks warm in embarrassment. How was I supposed to explain I showed up at a restaurant after a vague invitation and now I was probably being stood up—or whatever you would call this?

“Ah, I see. The handsome man with the beard?” The hostess looked amused, and I looked down. He was here.

“How did you know?” I asked, pulling my coat tighter around me. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

She laughed. “He said he might have a plus one, but he wasn’t sure if she was going to make it. Lucky guess.” The girl gave me a slow once-over, her gaze hovering on my bare legs and open heels. She smirked. “This way.”

Jacob was sitting with his back to the door when she took me to the table. I stopped, wondering if it would be too late to get the same taxi home before he saw me. Would he know I was here and left? I started to turn around when the hostess cleared her throat, and Jacob looked up. His face lit up with shock and excitement, and my stomach fluttered with butterflies.

He stood up from the table, moving around to the other side to pull the chair out. I joined him, unbuttoning my coat. “So you are following me, huh, red?” Jacob asked and pulled my coat from my shoulders, and when I sat down, he pushed my chair in.

“You invited me.” I told him no. I hoped he wasn’t going to remind me of my turning him down.

“Thank you for coming.” His voice was gentle and lacked the normal level of sarcasm. “You look incredible.”

I tucked an invisible hair behind my ear. Since when did I blush from a simple compliment? It was different coming from him. I wasn’t sure he had ever complimented me before—not that people usually complimented their girlfriend’s older sister. “Thank you,” I said. “You clean up well yourself.”

“I do, don’t I?” The cocky sarcasm was back, and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re going to make me regret coming, aren’t you?” When I couldn’t fight back the smile that tugged at my lips, he smiled.

Jacob leaned across the table, looking around briefly. “You didn’t seem to regret coming in my kitchen.” I gasped, becoming suddenly aware of the lack of fluids in front of me. My mouth was dry, and I started to reach for the bottle of wine that sat between us. Jacob beat me to it, grabbing the neck and pouring me a glass.

“How do you know I didn’t?” I asked, choking on my words.

Jacob smirked. “Because you’re here.”

I gasped, pausing with my glass in mid-air. “I didn’t know I would be until I got in the taxi and pulled up out front.” My cheeks warmed, and I knew I was blushing. I took a quick sip of my wine. “Isn’t it kind of wrong?”

“Why is that?” Jacob looked unbothered, leaning back in his seat and casually drinking his wine. He tilted his head.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Was he being serious? “Because you just broke up with my younger sister.” I took another gulp of wine to chase the guilt that swelled in my throat. “Like just broke up with her.”

“She deserved it.” Jacob shrugged. He rolled his eyes and took a drink, but the way his shoulders stiffened let me think he was hurting.

I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t particularly want to talk about the way my ex-girlfriend cheated on me while I’m out at dinner with her older sister.” He chuckled. “Especially when her older sister looks like that.” Jacob gave me a look that told me he didn’t want to be at dinner at all.

“Jacob,” I said, blushing. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that.”

He smirked. “Say your sister is a pain in the ass and she makes everything in your life more difficult. Tell me you don’t care your sister is my ex. But really, you don’t have to say anything.” When he abruptly sat forward, my breath hitched. “When you blush like that, it says everything I need to know.”

He wasn’t wrong. “My sister is a complete pain in the ass.” I burst into a fit of giggles. A sudden lightness came over me, and I wasn’t nervous anymore. “How did you ever put up with her?”

“Fuck if I know,” he said, cackling. Jacob finished his glass, pouring another and topping off mine.

We laughed until the tension in the air grew thicker, and I licked my lips. They tasted like wine, and I gulped. “You always deserved better.”

Jacob’s eyes darkened, and he set his glass down. His stare bored into mine, and his dimples showed when he smiled. “Better like you?”

By the time we walked out of the restaurant, my sides hurt from laughing and my cheeks were stuck stretched into a grin. I hadn’t expected to have so much fun over dinner. I definitely hadn’t expected him to turn up the music and start singing the latest pop hit at the top of his lungs once we were in his car. When he looked at me and saw I wasn’t singing with him, he scowled, and I couldn’t help but give in and join him.

He drove the SUV he had rented with one hand, using the other to hold an invisible microphone. I laughed, throwing my head back and joining in on the chorus. Jacob reached his closed fist over in front of me, and I sang into it, missing all of the notes.

“Nailed it,” he said, snapping his fingers. I cackled, turning the music back down and knowing full well I did not nail a thing.

I never told him I could sing.

When he parked at the hotel, he stared at me. The grin on his face was framed by his deep dimples, and his beard rustled when he clenched his jaw. The muscle in his neck flexed, and my mouth dried out.

“Should we go in?” I asked, the words sticking in my throat.

Jacob nodded, turning the car off and opening his door. He didn’t get out, though. “Probably. Let me grab your door.”

My initial instinct was to open it. I didn’t need him to do it for me. I had been taking care of myself for years without anyone opening the doors for me or pulling out my chair. But there was something in his eyes that told me to stay put and let him do it. I unbuckled my seat belt, waiting for him to round the front of the car.

Jacob held his hand out when he opened the door, helping me out of the SUV. I missed my footing, stumbling slightly in my heels and holding on to his arms to catch my balance. His muscles flexed under my hands when he caught me, and I swallowed, looking up at him.

The look in Jacob’s eyes made the hair on my arms stand on edge, and I started to lean towards him. When my lips were close to his, he smirked. “I thought we were going inside.”

“Oh yeah,” I said, my breath mixing with his. When Jacob stepped back, the cold air rushed over me, and I shivered. He held out his hand, grabbing mine and tugging me gently behind him and across the parking lot.

We shuffled quickly through the lobby and to the elevators, giggling on our way past the bar. The same bartender from the night before was there, and she pumped her fist in excitement. If only she knew.

Jacob hit the button on the elevator, and his impatience radiated off of him. When the metal doors opened, I stepped into it, hitting the button for the fifth floor. “Walk me to my room?” I asked, knowing he was already planning to do exactly that.

“I’d love to.” He took a small step closer to me until I could feel the heat on his skin. Even though our hands hung next to each other, he didn’t grab mine, and every time the back of his hand brushed against me, it sent waves of static through my arm.

The walk from the elevator to the door of my room was short, and we stood in front of it with my key in my hand. I stared at Jacob, my gaze bouncing between his dark eyes and his lips. I licked mine. “Thanks for following me,” he said with a wink. His voice was low and husky.

“I didn’t—” I started, choking on my words. “I didn’t follow you. You invited me.”

“Either way,” he said, taking a step closer to me until his toes met mine.

Jacob wrapped his hand around my waist, tugging me against him. His lips were soft and warm when they met mine, and he bit down on my bottom lip. I whimpered, parting my lips enough for him to slip his tongue past them. The kiss tasted sweet, like wine and risk, and I melted into him.

When Jacob broke the kiss, he cupped my cheek, keeping his face close. I could feel his breath on my lips when he spoke. “I like kissing you.”

“I like kissing you too.” I grinned, licking my lips and hoping to feel his mouth against them more.

“Do you want me to kiss you again?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He did, holding me tightly to him. Could he feel my heart pounding or my pulse under his fingers? It felt like my heart was going to beat through my rib cage, and I swore if it weren’t for Jacob’s hold on me, I’d have fallen to the ground already.

It couldn’t have been longer than a few seconds, but it felt like several minutes. I held my breath, trying to absorb as much of him as I could. When he pulled back, I instantly missed his lips on mine. My mouth opened and closed, gaping at him, and my eyes flickered open to find Jacob staring at me. His face wasn’t far from mine—he was close enough that I could smell the sweet wine on his breath.

“Do you want to invite me in, or should I go to my room?” Jacob asked with a quiet, airy chuckle.

I reached behind me, swiping the card and listening for the quiet beep before the door unlatched. When it did, I pushed it open, grabbing a handful of the soft cotton of Jacob’s sweater. I tugged, pulling him behind me when I stepped into the room. He grabbed my hips when I threw the door shut. It slammed, the loud clap of the wood on the metal frame echoing as his lips met mine again.

Jacob guided me to the bed, tugging at the fabric of my dress. With each step, it worked farther up my thighs, and I met each movement with anxious tugs at the hem of his sweater. He broke away from my lips long enough for me to pull the cotton over his head, throwing it to the floor behind him and scraping my nails down his chest. Jacob hissed. Satisfied, I moved to busy myself with the button on his jeans.

My lips left his but not his skin, traveling down his neck and to the stiff muscles in his shoulders. I licked him before I bit down, sinking my teeth into the skin until he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Jacob’s lips were a soft contrast to his grip on my hair when he kissed me.

I stood still when he let go, letting him tug my dress off and drop it to the floor. I felt bare in just a red thong and my heels, and Jacob’s eyes widened. “Fuck, you’re a vision,” he growled, and I blushed, feeling the warmth travel quickly into my chest. “And when you blush like that, I want to devour you.”

For every step he took towards me, I took a step back until the backs of my calves met the side of the bed. Jacob put his hand between my breasts and guided me back onto the mattress. He looked bigger, almost intimidating when he loomed over me, and I scooted back to the center of the blanket.

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve really been looking forward to dessert,” Jacob said, placing his hands on my inner thighs and forcing them apart. His beard tickled me when he traced his tongue along my leg. I held my breath, releasing it in a harsh exhale when he pulled away. “Oh? What is this?” he asked, climbing off the bed.

I scrunched my nose. “What is what?” Then it hit me. The image of my vibrator rolling onto the floor last night crossed my mind. I hadn’t picked it up. I lurched upright, scrambling to the edge of the bed and reaching for his arm. “Oh no. No, no, no.”

Jacob chuckled, reaching between the bed and the nightstand and grabbing the purple vibrator. My stomach filled with butterflies that fought their way into my throat, and my chest tightened. “Is this your vibrator?”

I debated denying it, but how could I not notice a bright purple vibrator when I checked in. It didn’t just get there on its own. I looked down, covering my face with both hands. “I—I can explain.” How was I going to tell him I was using it the day before while thinking about him?

“Look at me, red.” Jacob set the vibrator on the nightstand and pulled my hands away from my face. “We all have a favorite toy. Let’s see how much you love yours.”

I gasped when Jacob lifted my hands above my head and pushed me back onto the mattress. He kissed my lips briefly before he traced my jaw with small pecks. When he looked me in the eye, his were darker. He picked up the vibrator, drawing circles on my stomach and thighs. I anticipated the sound of the buzz that never came.

My legs dropped apart, welcoming his game—almost desperate for anything he was going to do to me. He hit the button that turned the toy on, and when he traced the vibrator along my skin, I fidgeted.

Jacob drew small circles around my nipples, causing them to harden into tight buds, and I whimpered. He reached his hand between my legs, slipping his finger between my lips and dragging it along my pussy. “So wet for me already. Are you eager?”

I nodded. “Yes. So eager.” I should be ashamed of feeling so desperate while pinned to the bed beneath Jacob. Until a week ago, there was a chance he could’ve been my brother-in-law, and now I wanted nothing more than for him to touch me.

He lifted his wet finger to his mouth, sucking it clean. He groaned. “I love the way eager tastes.” Then he lowered his voice and leaned down until his mouth hovered over mine. “I love the way you taste. The sweetest dessert.”

The vibrator left my nipples, and he placed it between my legs. He was gently running it along my slit, and I lifted my hips when he didn’t move as quickly as I wanted him to, silently begging. His smile was sinister and aroused, and he teased me, running the vibrator along the outside of my lips and over my mound but never letting it slip between them.

“Jacob, this is so wrong,” I said. I should tell him to stop and slip away, but I wanted him, and I wanted him to stop teasing me.

His dark eyes stared into mine, and he pushed the vibrator past my lips and pressed it to my clit. I cried out. “Is this better?” he asked.

I nodded and then shook my head. “I meant us. You and Liz—”

“Are done. Are never getting back together.” He pressed his lips to mine. “I don’t care about Liz.”

I gasped when the vibrations on my clit caused my arousal to spin in my core. “I don’t care either.” Did I? Then I cried out, gripping the sheets when he moved the vibrator.

Jacob pushed the vibrator inside of me, angling it towards the sensitive spot that made my legs shake. I closed my eyes, dropping my head back. “Don’t close your eyes,” he said, pumping the toy into me at a steady pace. “I want to see the way you lose yourself in them.”

I opened my eyes, meeting his stare. He grinned while the intensity built in my core, swirling and causing a tingling in my legs—a tingling that traveled to my toes. They curled, and my eyelids flickered. “Oh god!”

“Do you see god when you close your eyes?” Jacob hit the button to turn up the intensity of the vibration, and I shrieked, shaking my head. Then I widened my eyes, locking them with his.

“No. Yes. No!” My breath hitched when he pressed his thumb into my clit, swirling it while the vibrator massaged my G-spot. I clamped my eyes shut when the intensity overwhelmed me.

Suddenly the buzzing stopped. “If you don’t look at me, you don’t come.” Jacob’s voice was stern, and I snapped my eyes open.

“Please,” I begged, holding them open wider than normal. “I need it.”

“Then keep your eyes on me,” he warned, turning the vibrator back on the highest level. The sudden pleasure made my back arch off the mattress, and when I started to close my eyes, his words repeated in my head, and I opened them again.

Jacob positioned himself between my legs, holding them apart while he used my own toy on me. Was this really happening? I had imagined him doing exactly this when I played with it, and when I reached my peak, my eyes watered. The dam broke, sending me over the edge, and waves of my release coursed through me.

“Just like that, red,” he coaxed, speeding up until I was soaking his arm. My legs shook, and my body jerked with shock waves of pleasure. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

“That was amazing,” I said breathlessly when I fell still against the bed, even though my muscles continued to quiver.

He sat back, turning the vibrator off. The room was quiet with the exception of my breathing and soft whimpers. I dropped my legs to the mattress, feeling the wet puddle beneath me. Jacob held the vibrator in his hand, looking between the toy and the stain. “If you make a mess like that when you use it, it’s no wonder this is your favorite toy.”

When he licked it with a long, slow swipe of his tongue, my mouth went dry. I wanted to taste my release on his lips, and I leaned up, pulling him to me. It was tangy, and I hummed. “Can I ask you something?” I asked, resting my forehead against his.

Jacob ran his finger in gentle strokes along my spine, and goose bumps raised on my skin. “Go for it.” He chuckled.

I looked into his eyes. “Why did you make me look at you?”

Jacob smirked, brushing a stray hair behind my ear. “If you’re going to revenge fuck your sister’s ex, you may as well look him in the eye while he makes you come.”

I gasped and my arousal pooled between my legs. Was that what this was? A revenge fuck? My chest tightened. I should be ashamed, maybe even feel a bit guilty, but instead, I thought about all of the ways my sister had made my life miserable. I thought about all of the ways I’d complained about her to my therapist—and the way my therapist pointed out my resentment towards her.

“So if I look you in the eye, does that mean you’ll fuck me now?” I spread my legs, catching his gaze with mine and holding it.

His eyes darkened. “I’d be happy to.”