CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
kate
Jake and I spend the next several hours in my bed, talking about everything that happened this weekend, including how much it triggered me to have my calls and texts ignored.
I was vulnerable, sharing my fears about how his public lifestyle is impacting my mental health and career.
Jake confessed how terrified he’s been that I might walk away because of the lack of privacy his life has brought me, once again promising to leave it all behind rather than lose me.
Although none of these conversations were easy, they needed to happen and reduced the anxiety within both of us.
As I’m lying with my head on his chest, he’s stroking his fingers across my scalp and through my hair, sending me into a state of complete tranquility—one I didn’t think was possible, given the heartbreak I felt earlier.
“I could stay like this forever,” I murmur, breathing in his signature smell, woodsy with a hint of orange blossom and warm, velvety bourbon.
“That’s the plan. You and me forever.” He kisses the top of my head, then lets out a deep exhale. “There’s one more thing we should probably talk about regarding your dad. The PI found him. He’s alive.”
I flinch. “Can it wait until later?” I ask, unsure whether I’m emotionally ready to hear this information.
“Whatever you want,” Jake replies, dragging his fingertips down my bare arm, eliciting goosebumps on my arms and neck. “Have I told you how much I missed having you in my arms the past few weeks?”
“Yes.” I nuzzle my head against his chest. “But I wouldn’t mind you showing me.
” I glance up at him, tugging on the corner of my bottom lip with my teeth.
My body is begging for his touch, desperate to reconnect with him physically to complete the circle of healing.
To move past all the heartache and start fresh.
“Is that so?” His eyes darken, staring at me with a level of hunger that wasn’t there a couple of minutes ago.
I nod silently with a small smirk. That’s all it takes for him to roll me onto my back and cage his body over mine, sending my nerves into overdrive with anticipation.
His eyes linger on my face, conveying so much love and passion that it feels like a jolt into my soul, leaving me almost breathless.
“Promise you’ll be mine forever, Kate,” he begs softly, brushing away a strand of loose hair from my face.
It’s a simple question with a much deeper meaning.
Not the official one when he gets down on one knee, but a prelude to it.
He’s testing the waters to see whether I’m closer to being ready to officially commit my life to him.
Wear his ring, eventually take his name.
And for the first time, it doesn’t seem as scary.
The worries and fears I’ve previously had, thanks to my past engagement, are gone.
No longer caring what others think about the timing.
All that matters is us. How we feel. What we want.
Everything else is merely noise, designed to cause havoc.
“Yes,” I whisper.
His face lights up with a look of wonder, like he can’t believe he heard the word that came out of my mouth, especially after everything that’s happened over the past couple of days.
“I’ll be yours forever, Jake,” I say, making it abundantly clear we’re on the same page about where our future is headed. That I’m one step closer to being ready to marry him.
His control snaps, lips crashing against mine as his greedy hands run up and down my body in such a fervor, it feels like he’s setting every inch of me on fire.
My mouth opens, his tongue dancing inside, slowly sucking and stroking, igniting heat in my core.
Making me even more desperate for him than I already was.
This should be one of those times when we take it slow. Cherish every single kiss and touch, but my body has other ideas. I groan when his fingers brush the outlines of my nipples through my shirt, arching into his touch, practically begging for more.
“Take my clothes off. I need you. Now,” I pant, eager to feel his bare skin against mine.
“Whatever my girl wants, she gets,” he replies with a wicked grin.
Seconds later, he’s effortlessly stripped me down, naked on the bed while he makes quick work of his own clothes.
Without warning, he pulls me to the edge of the mattress, my feet dangling over the side, nudging my knees wider.
He reaches between my legs, dragging his fingers slowly up my inner thigh until they reach my pussy.
I moan as he strokes me once, twice, three times.
“Fuck, you’re soaked for me. I love knowing I make you this wet. Need to fucking taste you,” he murmurs, sliding to his knees.
“Can’t wait, babe. Need you inside me. Please,” I beg, writhing on the bed in such a heightened state of arousal that a single touch might make me orgasm.
He’s always had a way of winding up my body until I’m ready to fucking explode, but this feels different.
Maybe it’s a side effect of the emotional connection we’ve strengthened today, the need to recreate a good memory to reduce the sting of earlier events.
Whatever it is, I’m completely at his mercy.
He stands, spreading my legs apart even wider and pulling me until my ass is partly hanging off the mattress.
Fisting his cock, he strokes himself a few times before dragging the tip through my drenched pussy, intentionally edging me.
God, this man knows how to push every single one of my buttons.
And just when I think I can’t take the teasing anymore, he seats himself deep inside me with a single thrust, stretching me to the brink.
“Fuck. You’re so goddamn tight,” he groans, his hands digging into my hips as he remains perfectly still for a few seconds, giving me time to adjust to his girth before he starts fucking plunging into me.
In and out. In and out.
The pretzel shape he has my legs in allows him to hit a new spot I haven’t felt before, sending shockwaves up and down my spine as he pounds into my pussy.
It doesn’t take long until I start to climb the orgasm rollercoaster, every thrust bringing me closer to the top until he angles my hips upward, and I fucking soar almost off the mattress as my release breaks free.
“Oh my God, Jake,” I scream, arching my back when he doesn’t relent. Continuing to jackhammer me with his cock.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls, locking eyes with me as his hips effortlessly move against my body. “You’re going to give me at least one more.”
“I can’t. It’s too much,” I pant, unsure how to even form words at this point as my body explodes.
“My girl is an overachiever. She can accomplish anything she sets her mind to, so why don’t you focus on coming for me again?”
He lifts my hips slightly, quickly putting a pillow underneath them, not stopping his thrusting once.
“Holy fuck,” I shout, overcome with pleasure as he somehow hits me even deeper. My pussy walls begin to clench around his cock, starting slowly at first, and then quickly spiraling into nonstop squeezing.
Jake moans loudly, increasing the speed of his hips and the sound of our skin slapping against one another. “Fuck. I’m going to come…”
I fall off the cliff at the same point I feel his cum spill inside me, my pussy milking every last drop out of him until he collapses against me.
“That was—”
“Fucking amazing,” he says, finishing my sentence as we both breathe heavily.
We lay there motionless for ten minutes before throwing our clothes on and making our way into the living room, needing to replenish the energy we’ve burned.
Chelsi’s on the couch, watching TV when we walk into the room. “I assume Kate screaming ‘Oh my God’ followed by your name earlier means the two of you are good?” she asks with a sly smile, arching her eyebrows to make it clear she knows exactly what we’ve been up to.
I blush, diverting my gaze.
Jake laces our fingers together, kissing our joined hands.
“Yes, everything is good between us now. We had a long talk,” he replies smoothly, gently turning my chin until we lock eyes.
“And yes, I was fucking my girlfriend. Plan to do so multiple times tonight. You might want to wear headphones to bed, Chelsi.”