Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
I’m trying really hard not to dwell on the fact he wouldn’t want kids with me. I’ve never even wanted kids, and I don’t want to be pregnant right now. But if I did have kids, I would want them to be Jake’s. I know he’d be a great dad.
His fingers dig into my skin as I continue to move up and down his shaft.
His cock stretching me in the best way. My pace increases as I feel myself get closer and closer to that edge.
Jake moves one of his hands to my clit, his finger circling the hard bud.
His other hand wraps around my hair, pulling my head backwards.
His mouth latches on to one of my breasts, and then I’m gone, flying over that orgasmic cliff. I’m shaking, yet my body feels as if I’m floating on a cloud. Jake stiffens, jerking his hips upwards into me as he comes, warm liquid squirting into me.
It’s a foreign feeling. I’ve never had unprotected sex before. The sensation of him emptying himself into me sends me into another orgasm. My core clenching him tight as his name leaves my lips in a scream of ecstasy.
“Fucking hell,” Jake groans.
I collapse against his chest, my lungs fighting for air, my heart beating rapidly. Well, that just happened.
I wanted to distract him. I wanted to give him something else to focus on other than the loss of his parents. But if I’m honest, I’ve wanted this, him, for so damn long.
I pick my head up and stare into his eyes. “Just so you know, I love you too. I didn’t say it back, but I do.”
Jake brushes my hair away from my face, a sadness washing over his expression. “I know.”
The moment is too intimate. I get it. I just admitted that I love him. But I’ve always loved him. That won’t stop just because he broke my heart when we were sixteen.
With the memory of waking up alone, I climb off his lap. Jakes gaze settles on my upper thighs, my bare pussy.
“That is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.
“What? A vagina? I’m pretty sure you’ve seen plenty of them, Jacob Westmead.”
“No… well, your pussy is fucking stunning. But seeing my cum dripping out of it? Fucking hot as shit, Jazzy.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” I turn, bend over, and pick up my discarded clothes.
“Fuck,” Jake grits out.
When I straighten, he jumps up off the sofa and crosses the room, staring at the monitors on the wall.
“Get dressed, now,” he says, his voice firm.
“What’s wrong?” I move to stand next to him and that’s when I answer my own question. “What the hell? Who are they?” I ask, but Jake isn’t saying anything. He still just staring.
There are at least ten men, dressed all in black, their faces covered in black masks and their arms weighed down by rifles.
Jake finally turns to me. “You are safe in here, Jazzy. No one will find this room, and if they do, they won’t be able to get in,” he tells me. “I do need you to get dressed, though.”
I watch the screens as I start putting my clothes back on. First my bra, then my dress. Using my panties, I do my best to wipe up the cum leaking down my inner thighs. Jake watches me, amusement on his face. When I’m done, he snatches my underwear out of my hand and pockets it.
I scrunch up my nose. “You can throw those out.”
“Sure, I’ll do that,” he says, but his eyes are locked on the screen. The men are walking through the entire house. “I’m going out there. I want you to call your father or one of your uncles. They’ll come get you out. But do not leave this room until they do, Jazzy.”
“What?” I screech. “No fucking way are you going out there. They will kill you, Jacob.”
He shrugs. “Better me than you.”
“No.” I move to block the exit. “You’re not leaving me in here alone, and you are not going out there to get yourself shot.
No.” I’m ready to knock him out if I have to.
I’m not really sure I can, but I’ve taken enough self-defense classes in my life that I’d give it a damn good go.
“Let me call someone, and once it’s safe, then we will both walk out of this room. Together.”
“You don’t get it, Jazzy. We can never be together. We will never be able to be what you want. What I want. It’s not safe for you to be around me,” he says.
“You don’t get to make decisions about my life for me. If I want to put myself at risk, for you, then I can. That’s my choice to make, not yours.”
He laughs. The asshole actually laughs. “No, it’s my choice. And you need to respect my choice to not want you around me.” Jake sighs. “If I have to say something I’ll hate myself for, that you’ll hate me for, if I have to make you absolutely hate me, I will.”
“Fine then. Next time you see me on a date or kissing someone else, you don’t get to come in like the jealous boyfriend,” I spit out at him. “Maybe I’ll call Aurelio. He’ll come and get me—no questions asked.”
Jake’s jaw clenches tight. His eyes squint at me. “You want to date people? Go for it. You have been for the last thirteen years. You’re not mine to claim, Jasmine.”
“You just told me you love me,” I say weakly.
“I do.”
“Argh. You’re so… frustratingly stupid sometimes,” I groan. “You want to know about my dating life, Jake? I’ll tell you about all the toads I’ve kissed. There haven’t been that many.”
“I don’t want to know about your fucking boyfriends, Jasmine,” he hisses.
“Yeah? Too bad. You brought it up, so you’re going to listen.
It took me four years, after prom, before I even let another man touch me.
Four years. Hunter, I met him at college.
He was nice and patient. I thought maybe I could be happy with him.
That was until I caught him cheating on me at a frat party.
When I was twenty-three, I met Pete. He was actually my boss, and a bit older.
But I didn’t have much luck with guys my own age so I gave it a shot.
Turned out, he had a thing for fucking all the young girls in the office.
Then I met Fredie. He was good. I dated him for two years, and then one day, he came home and decided to use my face as a punching bag.
” I pause. The memories of that night still way too fresh and raw.
“What the fuck? I’ll fucking kill him,” Jake grunts. “That’s why you moved back home?”
“You can’t kill him. I already did. I told you that in your office, remember?”
“I didn’t think you were serious. Fucking hell, Jazzy.” Jake steps forward and wraps his arms around me. I let him pull me against his body. I like being in his arms, too much.
I tighten my grip on his waist, and he flinches slightly. I look up at him. “Sorry.” I loosen my hold and step back. “Ribs still hurt?”
“A bit,” he says.
“You shouldn’t have picked me up, and you probably shouldn’t have fucked me,” I tell him.
“First, you weigh practically nothing. And second, you fucked me. I was just sitting there.” Jake smirks. Then his gaze flicks to the monitors. “What the fuck?”
He steps over to the wall again. I follow him.
There’s someone dressed in black leather pants, a black top, and knee-high boots. A woman. She’s holding a pistol in each of her hands. And we watch as she goes from room to room, putting a bullet in each of the masked men’s faces.
“That’s Lailani,” I whisper, watching as my aunt effectively takes out all the men who were searching Jake’s house.
“How’d she know you were here?” he asks.
“No idea.”
We both stare at the screen as my aunt glances at her phone and then walks through the house until she enters the room this one is attached to. She’s looking for something. Me.
“Come on.” Jake takes my hand and opens the door. Aunt Lailani has her gun pointed at his head in seconds.
I jump in front of him. “Don’t!”
She lowers her weapon. “You are not supposed to be here. And you…” She points at Jacob. “…are not supposed to let her be anywhere near you.”
Does everyone know about Jacob’s messed-up secret-society, old-money, family shit except me?
I’m not surprised my aunt knows about it.
She used to be a hired hitwoman for my Tío E.
Then she married my Uncle Sammie. She also moonlighted as my babysitter when I was younger, because Tío E wanted someone skilled near me whenever my father couldn’t be.
“Aunt Lailani, how did you know I was here?” I ask her.
“I always know where you are. And now, we’re leaving,” she tells me before looking to Jake. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Wait… Your phone.” Jake steps back into the panic room and returns, holding my phone out to me. “Don’t come back, Jazzy.”
“You don’t mean that,” I whisper, feeling every bit like the sixteen-year-old who woke up alone after prom. Even then, I refused to believe the worst of him.
“I do mean it. I don’t want you around me,” he says.
“Well, I don’t care what you want, Jacob Westmead.
I’m done caring about what everyone else wants.
I’m going to do whatever I want to do, and everyone else can just…
deal with it!” I throw my arms around him, hugging him tight.
“I’m sorry about your parents. I really want to be here for you, and you’re going to let me.
Call me later.” I kiss his cheek and then turn to my aunt.
“Okay, let’s go face the firing squad,” I tell her, knowing it’s only a matter of time before my father and uncles find out I was at Jake’s house.
“First, you need to shower. You smell like sex,” Aunt Lailani says with a smirk on her face. “Good for you. But also, you could do way better, Jazzy.” She leads me out of the room.
Better than Jacob Westmead? He’s literally the country’s most eligible bachelor, five years in a row. I don’t mention this fact to my aunt, though.