49. Kate
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
kate
The living room is overflowing with boxes as I wait for Jake and the movers to arrive.
He chose to stay in a hotel nearby to give Chelsi and me one last evening together in the condo.
It was such a thoughtful gesture and truly speaks to the type of man he’s become.
The man I can’t imagine not having in my life every day.
A light knock startles me out of my thoughts, and the door slowly opens. “It’s me,” Jake announces as he walks in the front door.
He’s had a key for months, yet he still insists on knocking before he comes in, joking that he doesn’t want to accidentally walk in on Chelsi with any of her male friends.
I think that’s merely a ruse, and while he does feel comfortable staying here, it’s never felt like his home. It’s always belonged to Chelsi and me.
As soon as he turns the corner and sees me, his entire face lights up, and the crinkles around his eyes deepen. “Are you excited? Today’s the big day.” He pulls me into his arms and wraps me up in a big hug. “A place to call our own in Chicago.”
“I can’t wait,” I murmur, nuzzling my face into his chest.
“How was last night? Did you and Chelsi have a good time?” he asks, releasing me slightly so he can see my face.
“It was great. We laughed. Cried. Drank wine. You know, the usual.”
He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “I’m glad you were able to spend some time with her. I know you’re both going to miss living together and not seeing each other every day.”
“Think again, Jakey-boy. I’m going to be at your house for dinner every night. Might even show up for breakfast sometimes,” Chelsi says, walking into the room, wearing a mischievous grin. “What’s on the menu for dinner tonight? I haven’t made any plans yet.”
“Kate,” Jake responds quickly, a wicked gleam in his eye.
“Jake!” I yell, lightly smacking his chest with the back of my hand.
“What? I’m only telling the truth. It’s a tradition that my first meal in our new house is always you, or did you forget what happened in Nashville? Happy to remind you.”
My face and neck flush as a wave of heat courses through my entire body, making it feel like it’s twenty degrees warmer in here all of a sudden.
Out of the corner of my eye, Chelsi shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “Besides having Kate for dinner, what other type of food will you be having?”
“Don’t plan on eating anything but Kate.” Jake arches his eyebrows, causing me to wonder if he might be actually serious.
“I can’t determine whether the two of you are being adorable right now or grossing me out. Whatever. I guess I won’t come over. Let the two of you fuck all over the house tonight, so you can accept guests tomorrow.”
“For the love,” I mutter, shaking my head against Jake’s chest.
In a serious tone, Jake says, “You’re always welcome, Chelsi. Just call first.”
Although he might joke around with Chelsi, he’d do anything for her. I wouldn’t be surprised if he let her move in with us if she ever needed a place to stay. He considers her part of our family, and it warms my heart in a way I never expected.
“But where would the fun be if I called before I came over? Need to keep the two of you on your toes,” Chelsi replies with a smirk.
A loud knock interrupts our conversation.
Jake gives me a quick kiss on the top of my head before walking away to answer the door, because we both know it’s the movers.
They’re here to load up all of my belongings and bring them over to the new place, which means it’s time for me to say goodbye to Chelsi and this chapter of my life.
Tears immediately fill my eyes as I turn toward her. “I’m going to miss you.”
She shakes her head and presses her lips together tightly. “You’re not supposed to cry. We did that last night.”
I chuckle as the tears brim in my eyes. “I’m so glad we got to spend the past decade living together. Thank you for taking a chance on a random girl who replied to your ‘roommate wanted’ ad.”
“Thank you for not being psycho,” Chelsi teases before her face slowly morphs into sorrow, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. “Thank you for being my best friend. I’m going to miss you so much.” She wraps her arms tightly around me as we both let the tears fall.
We stand there for at least a minute in each other’s arms, letting our emotions out.
The joy of being in each other’s lives for so long, combined with the pain of embarking on slightly different journeys, starting today.
I know I’ll still see her, but it won’t be the same.
We’ll never go back to being in our twenties or early thirties, living together in downtown Chicago, trying to figure out this so-called journey of life.
That era has officially ended, and it hits me a lot harder than I expected.
“Are you ready?” Jake asks outside the front door of our new home.
“Yes. I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you.” I take his hand in mine.
He unlocks the door, pushing it all the way open. I start to move forward as he quickly picks me up. “It’s a tradition to carry you over the threshold in a new home. I forgot to do it in Nashville; I’m not going to make the same mistake here.”
A soft laugh escapes me as I toss my head back. The guy who never cared about traditions growing up is the same one who insists we follow all of them now.
“Welcome to our new home, Kate. I can’t wait to spend the next few years with you and our future family in this house.” He carries me into the foyer and slowly spins me around in his arms before putting my feet firmly on the ground.
Taking me by the hand, he walks with me through each room on the main floor as we admire the furniture and overall decor the designer has set up for us—perfectly blending our two styles once again.
Nothing in this house mimics our home in Nashville.
That house has an updated farmhouse style with thoughtful modern touches incorporated.
This house’s style is more a combination of traditional and modern styles, making it truly classic.
“I know all of these rooms are set up for guests, but I thought this one might be the best option for a nursery,” Jake suggests as we walk into the guest bedroom closest to our room. His fingers are laced with mine as he brings up our joined hands and kisses them.
My heart skips a beat because, for the first time, I’m not scared or nervous about the thought of having kids with Jake.
It no longer seems like a far-off idea. In fact, it feels like something I might want sooner rather than later.
I chew on the corner of my lip before staring deeply in his eyes and saying, “It would be perfect for a nursery.” The biggest grin takes over his face, and pure happiness radiates in his eyes.
“Let’s go see our room,” he says, gently pulling me in the direction of our enormous suite.
My jaw drops when I see everything that I picked out on the computer with the designer come to life in this room.
It’s a sanctuary that reminds me of the most upscale spa, with white linens, pale blues, and greens, along with the hint of lavender permeating the room.
I follow Jake into the bathroom and gawk at the massive soaker tub that might’ve been one of the reasons why I fell in love with this house in the first place.
“I can’t wait to use this tub over the next few days. If you can’t ever find me, I’m probably soaking right here,” I tease, running my hand along the rim of the tub.
“That’s why I wanted to come in here. It’s only fitting that we christen the tub first.” He wiggles his eyebrows and gives me a devilish grin.
I glance at my watch. “We don’t have time to take a bath. The movers will be here in less than an hour.”
“Didn’t plan on taking a bath,” he responds, reaching for the hem of my T-shirt. “Never said we were getting in. Only that I wanted to christen it.”
“I don’t understand.”
His lips brush against my neck. “I’m going to bend you over and fuck you against it.” He pulls back as his eyes darken. “Take off your clothes, sweetheart. I plan on making you come at least twice before the movers get here.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
He’s serious.
Temptation to be a brat spikes within me. “And what if I don’t?”
“Then I’m going to take all your clothes off. Edge you so fucking good that you’re begging me to let you come. And then I’m going to stop and make you wait until after the movers are gone before I give you what you want. What you need.”
Holy fucking shit.
Without saying another word, I frantically start tearing off my clothes and throw them across the bathroom until I’m standing completely bare in front of him.
He cups my face and crashes his lips onto mine as his tongue expertly strokes inside my mouth, lighting up my entire body with desire for him. He breaks our kiss and appraises every inch of my body with nothing but lust in his eyes. “Good fucking girl. Now, bend over and let me get to work.”
Not wanting to push my luck, I brace my hands on the edge of the freestanding tub and turn my head to watch him undress.
As soon as he’s naked, he drops to his knees and pushes my legs wider.
His hands caress up and down my legs, inner thighs, and ass, constantly keeping me guessing where he’s going to touch me next.
Never going where I want him. Purposefully eluding my core, even though I’m dripping for him.
“Eyes ahead, Kate,” he commands.
And I do as I’m told. Staring at the wall in front of me as I focus on his touch. The way his body brushes against mine. How his hard cock touches my inner thigh. He’s getting as spun up as I am. It won’t be long until he can’t take any more.
“Oh my God,” I shout as, first, his tongue licks my wet center, then he slides two fingers deep inside me. He runs long strokes of his tongue up and down my core as his fingers pump in and out of me rapidly, setting a pace that’s going to have me falling over the edge in no time.
“Fuck. You taste like heaven,” he murmurs against my pussy. “I could spend all fucking night on my knees for you and still be starved for more.”
I moan uncontrollably as his mouth descends on my clit, sucking hard and causing my knees to almost buckle. “Holy fuck, Jake. I’m so close,” I pant, trying to keep myself upright. “Don’t. Fucking. Stop.”
And for once, he listens. Giving me exactly what I want as his tongue thrashes against my clit, alternating between sucking and licking while his fingers never stop. It doesn’t take long until I’m at the top of the orgasm mountain, ready to enjoy the ride down.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me hear you scream my name as you fall apart on my tongue,” he whispers before devouring me.
The moment his tongue lightly flicks my clit, I’m done for. “Oh my God, Jake!” I yell, loud enough for our new neighbors to hear.
He doesn’t let up, pumping his fingers in and out of me as he laps up every drop of my arousal.
It isn’t until my body relaxes that his fingers withdraw and he removes his mouth from between my legs.
Seconds later, his fingers are replaced by his large, thick cock that slides into my pussy, stretching and filling me in a way only he can.
He groans. “Fuck, Kate. You’re so goddamn tight.”
“Fuck me,” I plead, needing him to move.
“Just need a minute, sweetheart. You’re wrapped around my cock like a goddamn glove. Need a second to calm myself the fuck down so I can properly fuck you. I don’t want our first time in this house to be anything less than fucking spectacular.”
I grind against him, taking any amount of friction I can get.
He groans again, then grabs my hips. His fingers dig into my waist as he stills himself for a second.
It doesn’t last long until he’s pounding me so fast, I’m afraid we’re going to push this mammoth tub across the room.
He pistons into me, hitting a deep spot that sets my entire body ablaze.
“I love your pussy. It was made for my cock. Custom built just for me.”
I moan, gripping the tub tighter. “Right there. That’s the spot.”
“You like it when I fuck you, Kate? Do you like my cock deep inside you?”
“Yes,” I pant, unable to think of anything else to say. Completely focused on the pleasure building inside me. The spring that’s being wound tighter and tighter until it can’t take the tension anymore.
“Hold on tight. I’m going to fuck you even harder. Need you to scream my name again before the movers get here. Don’t want anyone else hearing the words that come off your lips when I make you fall apart on my cock.”
As promised, he thrusts harder, deeper, and faster than before, which shouldn’t be physically possible. In less than a minute, my pussy clenches around his cock as I scream out his name. Seconds later, he spills himself inside me, coating my pussy with his cum and claiming me once again as his.
In our new home for the first time.