42. Chapter 42 #2
“Woah, Jake, what’s the rush?” she asked, but I just needed to get her alone for a second.
Taking the stairs faster than necessary, she huffed behind me until I pulled her into a room on the top floor.
The VIP box stretched out in front of us, glass walls overlooking the pitch, but it didn’t matter where we were.
I turned, pulled her into me, and kissed her hard.
I needed to erase the last five minutes and replace it with this.
My hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her there as I deepened it, my breaths uneven, control slipping at the edges.
She broke the kiss with a soft gasp, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. “Jake,” she said, half?laughing, half?breathless, “what’s gotten into you?”
I didn’t know how to hide. I swallowed past a lump in my throat, trying to steady the rush in my chest.
“You,” I said, low but not rough this time. “You’re what’s gotten into me.”
She bit the side of her lip, eyes roaming all over my face. I wondered if she could read between the lines of what I wasn’t saying yet, what I couldn’t say.
I leaned in to kiss her again. “I need to be inside you in the next thirty seconds,” I said against her mouth, leaving no room for misunderstanding. “Tell me you’re okay with that.”
Her fingers curled into my shirt, pinning me to her as she nodded, her eyes shining with desire back at me.
My gaze flicked briefly toward the windows, toward the pitch below, then back to her, something possessive settling in my chest.
Her answer was simply undoing the button of my jeans, her fingers quick and unsteady in a way that only made my pulse kick harder, while all I had to do was flip her pretty little dress up, the fabric bunching in my hand.
“Did you wear this for me?”
“I wore it for me,” she panted with sass, breathless and sexy, already giving the truth away.
My thumb dragged across her bottom lip. “Your mouth tells pretty lies, huh, baby?”
“Jake,” she hissed, the sound sharp when my hand found her throat, and she jolted into me.
“It’s okay if you wore it for you,” I said, my mouth close to her ear now, my words quieter but no less loaded. I flexed my fingers, relishing the racing of her pulse. “I think you look fucking sensational.”
Her breath shuddered as I turned her carefully, guiding her until her hands met the edge of the table toward the glass, her hips hinging slightly.
The pitch stretched out below us, and Derek was still down there, completely unaware.
I pressed myself against her back, one hand over hers on the ledge, the other sliding beneath her dress.
She sucked in a breath.
“But right now, I want you to look at him,” I whispered, my mouth trailing over her neck, giving it a little squeeze as she found Derek below. “Keep your eyes there.”
My other hand traced the inside of her thigh until I edged the lace of her panties. Her thighs shook as she shifted back into my hard length behind my jeans.
“That’s it,” I groaned, slipping one finger inside to find her soaked. “Let him stand down there thinking he knows you.”
She whimpered out uneven breaths as I teased her, trying to turn her head to kiss me.
“Uh-uh, baby.” I kissed the shell of her ear. “Look at him while I touch you.”
My finger dove inside her, another joining it immediately, and her whole body jerked. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
Her hips tilted into my hand as I brought her wetness to circle her clit.
“That all for me?” I asked, even though I knew. She was hot and slick against my fingers, trembling every time I moved.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I smiled against her skin, but nothing in me was satiated with her saying that just once.
“Say it again.”
“For you. I’m all yours, Jake.”
Lust shot straight down my spine as I pumped my fingers in and out of her.
Her head dipped on a moan, but I caught her jaw gently, turning her face back to the glass.
“He doesn’t get this,” I said against her ear.
“He wants it, but he doesn’t get to hear how desperate you are to come on my fingers.
He doesn’t get to hear those pretty sounds you make for me.
He doesn’t get to know that you’re up here dripping for me, while he’s down there thinking he still gets to pull your attention whenever he wants. ”
Her nails dug into the table as she keened, cresting that orgasm I wasn’t quite letting her have yet. “Jake.”
“You’re mine when you’re like this. You’re mine all the fucking time.”
“Yes, I’m yours, please, please,” she begged. I drove my fingers deeper, curling them exactly where I knew she needed it as I leaked into my boxers at the sensation. Her mouth opened and closed, releasing a sound she couldn’t control.
I groaned. “Come on my fingers, baby. Let him wait down there while you fall apart up here for me.”
Her body went rigid, then soft as she trembled through her release. I shoved my jeans down, enough to free myself, gripped her hip, and dragged her back against me before pushing into her with one deep, punishing thrust. The relief from being inside her evaporated all air from my lungs.
“Oh, god, you feel so good,” she whimpered, pushing back to meet me.
“That’s my girl,” I hissed. “So fucking greedy for me now, aren’t you?”
My hand came down on her ass hard, and she clenched around me. I lost it. I fucked her with everything I had. The pitch below blurred, nothing mattered outside of being with her, claiming her.
“Yes, I need it, need you,” she whispered with a broken sound as our bodies slapped together.
“Give it to me. Make a mess,” I growled, the words breaking apart with my rhythm. “Fuck, baby, I need to feel what’s mine.”
Her hands slipped on the table, and I covered one with mine, pinning her there as I drove into her again, deeper, harder, chasing the sound of my name as it fell out of her mouth in pieces.
I felt every pulse of her body squeezing my cock as she came around me. She was too wet, too hot, too tight that I couldn’t last. “Seren, fuck.”
I emptied inside her with a final blow, sagging over her back, my open mouth pressed against her shoulder. The room around us was filled with the beating of our hearts. I kissed her shoulder, then the side of her neck as the fog began to clear.
Drawing in a breath, I pulled out of her, quickly righting her panties and smoothing her dress. “Too much?”
She turned her head to look at me, a dazed smile pulling at her plush lips. “No, I trusted you.”
That one sentence undid me more than the sex had, because even though she’d seen all the jealousy, the need, the ugly flashes of fear I’d been struggling with, she still looked at me like that, like I was hers. There was a truth whispering between us, like a thread tugging at my chest.
I swallowed, my hands still on her hips as she kissed me breathlessly.
I was a goner for this girl. It scared the fucking shit out of me.
***
The day wound down with the team drifting toward Pour Decisions, but my mind wasn’t anywhere near a bar. I just wanted to get back to Seren’s place.
Derek had left not long after Seren and I returned to the pitch, eyes pinched and assessing me. I wasn’t going to talk to him and ruin the high of knowing my cum was dripping down his ex’s thighs. I wanted to revel in that win, however juvenile.
When we finally got through her front door, Cai’s curls were flattened from sleepiness, chin resting over her shoulder. His little green eyes, just like his mama’s, opened and found me instantly.
“Jakey, snuggle.” He yawned, putting his arms out, his hands opening and closing. “Jakey, bedtime.”
There was a soft spot reserved in my heart just for his little face, and I was sure he knew exactly when to press on it.
Seren looked at me, then pressed a kiss to his head. “You want Jake to put you to bed?”
He nodded, making grabby hands to me.
“Are you—Do you want to put him to bed?” She hesitated, eyebrows pulling. “You don’t have to.”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I meant. “Yeah, I’ve got him.”
He tucked his head against my shoulder as soon as I took him, and that soft spot pressed again, melting my heart into a puddle.
I tried to remember when I was younger and someone carried me to bed, but I couldn’t.
That made me hold him tighter. He smelled like cotton candy and fresh air, and I inhaled him as we walked to his room.
Cai’s room was dim and warm, the little night?light already casting a soft yellow over the trucks on his duvet. I set him down and he wandered over to his drawers, opening the bottom one.
“Truck ’jamas, like Jakey truck,” he said, bringing them over to me. “My need diapy.”
Oh, jeez, I was in over my head here. “Sure, where would I find that?”
“Mommy has it.”
Right, of course she did. “Baby?” I shouted for Seren.
She appeared at Cai’s door. “Yeah?”
“We need a diaper, stat.”
She chuckled and walked to his dresser, pulling one out of the top drawer. “Do you want me to put it on him?”
“I can handle one little diaper.” I scoffed, taking it from her and turning it over like it was a piece of alien technology. Two holes. No, three, I’m guessing that was for his torso. I had an issue with the cartoon bear smiling at me like it knew I was about to fail.
Seren leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, amused. “You sure?”
“Totally,” I said, sticking my hand through one of the leg holes. “This is…probably not how it works.”
Cai giggled, delighted. “Jakey silly.”
I put my other hand through the second hole, holding the diaper up with my arms in holes they shouldn’t be in. “See? Perfect.”
Cai laughed so hard he tipped sideways onto his butt. “Nooo, Jakey. My show you.”
“Oh, you’re gonna show me?”
He grabbed the diaper, flipped it upside down, then held it triumphantly in front of him. “This way.”
Seren snorted. I took it back, holding it the same way. “Okay, buddy. Step in.”
Cai lifted his legs…but only one at a time, kicking like a frog. I tried to catch the timing, missed twice, listening to Seren laugh quietly behind me.
“You’re doing great,” she whispered. “But you might wanna take off his underwear first.”