Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Iknow I’m alone in the bed as soon as I open my eyes. Rolling over, I see Jake sitting on the floor, his back against the wall.
“What are you doing?” I push up on the mattress. A piece of paper on the nightstand with my name on it catches my attention. It’s his handwriting. “Jake?” I question, picking up the paper and unfolding it.
Jazzy,
I’m sorry. I wanted to stay. I wanted to make this work. I WANT to make this work, but it’s just not the right time for us. No matter how much I want it to be.
My life comes with dangers I’m not prepared to put you in. I can’t risk your safety for my own selfishness.
I know this isn’t what either of us wants. But a broken heart is a better option than a dead one, Jazzy.
I will always love you, and maybe someday soon, it will be our time.
Yours forever,
Jake
I look up from the paper, my eyes connecting with his. “You’re leaving me? Again?” My voice quivers.
“I tried to,” he says.
“What happened?”
Jake stands, closes the distance, and sits on the edge of the bed. “I couldn’t do it, and I’m a fucking asshole for not walking away like I should.”
I pause, trying to blink away the tears that are threatening to fall. “You wanted to leave me.”
I can’t believe this is happening again. I started to trust him. I know he loves me, but does he love me enough to stay and fight? I’m not so sure.
“I don’t want to, Jazzy. I never wanted to. I don’t know how else to keep you alive,” he says.
“You just said you hired bodyguards.”
“And they’re the best, but what if whoever The Court sends after you next doesn’t miss? The only reason they’re targeting you is because of me.”
“I’m not planning on leaving this house anytime soon, and you’re going to fix this. You’re going to make the problem go away,” I tell him. “Right?”
“I’m going to try, but it’s still risky…”
I consider his words. “You’re probably right. You should go. I’m not worth the risk of it all, Jake. I don’t need you to put yourself in a shitty situation because of me. Whatever The Court wants you to do, whatever it is they’re fighting you on, you should just do it.”
Jake stands from the bed. “Don’t take my words and fucking twist them to use against me, Jasmine.
I never said you weren’t worth the risk.
I would risk everything for you. Don’t question that.
The one thing I don’t want to fucking risk is you.
” His words are spat out through gritted teeth. He’s frustrated. Good, because so am I.
“Don’t yell at me before I’ve had coffee,” I tell him.
“I wasn’t yelling.”
“Scolding, same thing.” I climb off the bed and walk into my closet. I put on a pair of tiny workout shorts and a sports bra. Jake watches me the entire time. I find my sneakers and socks, sit on the bench seat, and put them on.
“Going for a run?” Jake asks, sounding amused.
“You know I’m only running if someone is chasing me.” I shake my head. “I’m meeting my brothers in the gym.”
“Why? You hate the gym,” Jake says.
“But I like pancakes, so I need to start working off those calories.” I don’t tell him I’m meeting CJ and Aiden because they’re insisting on making me practice the self-defense moves we all learned when we were younger. I didn’t keep up with my lessons once I moved to New York.
“You don’t need to lose weight. Your body is fucking perfect just the way it is,” Jake says.
“Thank you, but I do still need to meet my brothers in the gym. You can go and rule the world or whatever it is you do.”
Jake smirks. “I don’t like fighting with you.”
“I don’t like waking up to goodbye notes,” I counter, and he flinches.
“I stayed,” he states.
“Against your better judgement though, right?” I tilt my head, looking at him as I tighten my sneaker while roughly pulling at the laces.
“I stayed because I can’t walk away from you, Jazzy,” he says.
“Why not? You’ve done it before, Jake. I’m sure you can do it again.” I stand and move to walk past him, only to have him reach out and grab hold of my arm, tugging me back and spinning me around. He presses my body against the wall and crowds in on me.
“You are really fucking hot when you’re pissed at me,” he says.
One hand is braced on the wall next to my head, the other trails its way down my side before resting on my hip.
“If you want a workout, I’m sure we could do something together that would be a lot more fun,” he suggests. Then his lips are on mine.
I moan into his mouth. My arms circle his neck, and I pull him closer. Jake’s hands land on my ass and he picks me up, carrying me over to my bed and lowering me on top. He comes down with me, covering my body. My legs wrap around his waist as I pull him harder against me.
“Fuck, you have no idea how many times I thought about fooling around with you in this room,” Jake moans, kissing his way down my neck and across my shoulder.
Sitting up slightly, he unzips the front of my bra.
My breasts fall free. Jake is quick to suck one nipple into his mouth, while his hand cups the other, his fingers twisting and pulling at the hard bud.
My hand holds his head to me, my back arching off the bed as I press my breasts into his touch and rub my core against his hard length.
Oh my god! I’m dry-humping Jacob Westmead in my childhood bedroom.
“I’ve dreamed about this too,” I admit.
“Dry-humping me in your bed?”
“Yes,” I moan as his cock presses harder against me.
“I want to see you come. Make yourself come, Jazzy.” Jake rolls us over so I’m on top of him. “Rub yourself against me.”
His hands cup my breasts, and I unashamedly do what he instructs. I rub my still-clothed pussy against his still-clothed cock. The sensations hitting me and an orgasm working its way to the surface.
“I would prefer to have your cock buried inside me,” I tell him.
Jake chuckles. “Yeah, I’m not fucking you in your father’s house, Jazzy.”
“But you’re okay with fooling around?”
“More than okay with fooling around.” He grabs my hips and pulls me into him harder.
I moan, my body slumping over as my mouth meets his. Our tongues circle each other. I love kissing Jake. I could kiss him forever. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming. My entire body shivers with the explosion of pleasure.
Jake cups my face. “Fucking beautiful,” he says. “I could watch you come all day long.”
“We should run away and just have sex all day, every day,” I tell him. “I could be down for that.”
“Careful what you wish for, Jazzy. I could make that happen.”
“Maybe we should just go away for a while…”
“Running doesn’t get rid of our problems. But as soon as all of this is over, I promise I’m going to whisk you away. Just you and me and a bed, somewhere tropical,” he says.
“Sounds like heaven.” Climbing off him, I look down at his cock straining against his dress pants. “Want some help with that?” I smirk.
“If by help, you mean having your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, then yes, I do,” he says.
Shit. I really want to do that.
I look at the time. If I don’t show up downstairs in the gym soon, my brothers are going to come searching for me. And having them find me on my knees with Jake’s cock in my mouth isn’t how I want to start this day.
“I really do need to get to the gym, but give me a few minutes. I’ll make up some excuse and tell the boys I’m starting tomorrow.”
“It’s okay. I’m going to have a shower and then head into the office. Go and do your workout with your brothers,” Jake says. “But don’t lose any weight.” His hands roam down my torso. “I happen to love this body just the way it is.”
I blush at his compliment. I wouldn’t say I was larger, but I’m definitely soft. I don’t like the gym and I do love pancakes. Not really ideal if you want to be toned.
“Okay. Will I see you tonight?”
“Try to keep me away.” Jake leans forward, kissing me as he repositions my sports bra. “You know, I heard wearing shirts to the gym is a thing,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “No one is going to be there other than my brothers. Don’t be a caveman. It’s really not endearing on you.”
“Me man, you woman. Mine,” Jake growls out in what I’m assuming is his impersonation of a caveman.