Chapter 30
JAKE
My cock pulses. I undo another couple of buttons so she’s bare to her navel. Looking down, I run my hands up her thighs, stopping at the bottom of my shirt. I grip her, moving them open for me.
"But first I need to apologize, Jake."
I go still, my gaze flying to hers. "For what?"
"For my father." Her voice cracks. She sits up and frames my face with her hands, her eyes suddenly bright with unshed tears. "For what he did. For running you off."
My chest tightens. "Emma—"
"I didn't know," she says quickly, the honesty shining in her green eyes. "I swear I didn't know until years later, after I got married. He slipped up, and I made him tell me the whole story."
I catch the tear that slides down her cheek with my thumb. "And then it was too late," I say quietly. Emma would never betray her vows.
She nodded, resting her head against my chest. "Until then, I thought you just left me. I thought you didn't want me anymore. My dad said you were just using me, and I believed him.”
I feel a spark of the old rage and grief, and exhale it all out. It doesn’t matter anymore, not when I have Emma in my arms again.
She rubs her forehead against me. "If I'd known—"
"You would've done what? Defied him? Left with me?” I ask gently, kissing her temple. "We were eighteen. We had nothing. He would have eventually convinced you to leave me."
Her head pops up, her eyes sparking. "I would not—”
I kiss her, cutting off her denial. She loved her dad, and she underestimated the lengths he’d have gone through to save her from me. I’m just glad I don’t have to stop him from doing that now.
Lifting her chin, I hold her gaze. “You should've come to me about Turner. You should've asked for my help instead of dealing with it alone."
Her eyes widen. "Jake—"
"You should've called me when he came out to your place and put his hands on you."
"You've only been back a week," she says, her voice defensive. "What was I supposed to do? Go up to you and say ‘Hey Jake! It’s been forever! Hope you’re good, but can you get involved in this mess I seem to be in?’"
I wrap her hair around my hand and tug, arching her back. "Yes, that’s exactly what you should have said."
Her eyes spit fire at me, and she digs her nails into my biceps with her sudden flare of anger. “Let me rephrase that. You were back for a whole fucking week, and you didn’t even come say hi to me. How was I supposed to know you were still interested?”
“Because I came back.” I get in her face. "Listen to me. You come to me next time. For everything. No more trying to handle it alone. No more keeping things from me because you're not sure I'll help. You're mine, Emma. That means your problems are my problems. Understood?"
She stares at me for a long moment. Whatever she sees appeases her, because she nods. "Understood."
"Say it."
"I'll come to you," she says clearly, unflinching.
"Good." I kiss her again—softer this time, but no less assertive. “Now, are we done with the past?”
“Fuck yes.” She grips me with her thighs.
I tease a bite on her neck, kissing my way up to her mouth. "I've been thinking of you for eighteen years. Every goddamn day, Emma. I came back for you. Only you."
"Good," she breathes against my lips.
I pull back, tugging her hair. "Are you mine? Completely?"
"I've always been yours." Her voice is steady, certain. "I love you."
Something in my chest cracks open—something that's been locked tight for so long I can’t believe I still recognize it. “It’s you, Emma. It always has been, and it always will be.”
“Tell me,” she demands, her green eyes fierce.
My cock surges. I love it when she doesn’t back down. “I love you. I'm never letting you go. You understand that? You're mine now, Emma. Completely.”
“Good,” she says again, pulling my mouth to hers.
The kiss is hot, consuming. I grip her hips, yanking her against me. Torture myself by pressing my cock, near bursting in my jeans, against her. I rub my jeans against her, and she moans into my mouth. The sound goes straight through me, igniting something primal and possessive.
I need more.
I need to taste her—I’ve been craving her for so long. I need to make her come apart on my tongue before I take her upstairs and bury myself inside her.
I break the kiss, my breathing ragged. "Lean back."
Her eyes go wide, dark with want. "Jake—"
"Now." I push her knees up, my hands sliding up the backs of her thighs to hold her there. My shirt rides up, and her pussy is there, pouty, dark hair neatly trimmed. The sight of her like this—half-dressed in my clothes, perched on my kitchen counter, panting and flushed—makes me fucking feral.
"I've dreamed about this for a long fucking time, Emma." I run my thumbs along her lips, pulling them apart, dipping one between and gliding through her slit. She's already wet—I can feel it, see it, smell it—and my mouth waters. I spread her wider, and she gasps.
"Jake,” she moans, her head falling back.
"Christ, you're so beautiful." I lower my mouth.
The first taste of her makes me groan. She's sweet and slick and perfect. Fucking delicious. I hum against her.
The vibration makes her jerk. Her hands fly to my hair, grasping hard.
I fucking love it.
I lick into her slowly at first, savoring every inch, relearning the taste of her. She's trembling already, her thighs shaking against my palms. I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing, and she arches off the counter. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling, and I growl against her.
"More," she begs. "Please, Jake, I need—"
I know what she needs. I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard, and she cries out, incoherent. Her hips buck against my face, and I hold her down, keeping her exactly where I want her.
"Stay still," I order against her skin.
“I can’t.” She whimpers. "It’s been so long."
"You want to come?" I hold her clit between my teeth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue.
“Yes.” She tries to grind herself on my mouth.
I lift my head and lightly tap her pussy to get her attention.
She gasps, her eyes flying open. But under the shock, I see the flush and flare of her arousal.
She likes it.
I hum. I’ll put that away for later.
Watching, I slide two fingers into her. We both groan as I work them in. She's so wet, so tight. She props herself on her hands, watching me press into her.
I slowly move them in and out, each time going deeper, rubbing my thumb on her swollen little clit. “I can’t wait until it’s my cock splitting you open,” I say, my voice rough. “Think you can take me?”
“You think you can last?” she sasses back breathlessly.
I smile slowly, leaning down. “I guess we’ll find out.”
She moans as I pick up the pace, opening her knees wider. I fuck her with my fingers while I work her clit with my tongue until her moans fill the kitchen, raw and desperate.
"That's it," I murmur against her, curling my fingers inside her. "Let me hear you, Emma. Let me hear what I do to you."
“Jake.” Her hand clutches my hair. "Oh God, Jake, I'm—"
I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her see stars, and she shatters. Her orgasm hits her hard, her whole body going taut as she cries out my name. I don't stop—I keep licking, keep fucking her with my fingers, drawing it out. She’s shaking and gasping, begging me to stop.
Not yet. Not until she gives me more.
I stand, replacing my mouth with my thumb. I grip her chin, tilting her face up to mine. "You still taste like heaven," I tell her, then I kiss her, loving the way she moans.
Goes straight to my cock.
Desperate for her, I bend to lick her nipples, one and then the other, until she’s writhing on the counter, back arched, gripping my head to her chest and begging me for more.
Sucking one into my mouth, I pinch her clit, pulling a little.
“Jake.”
Her fingernails bite into my skin. I groan, loving it, loving the way she’s coming undone for me—loving the way she’s clenching my fingers as she comes.
Fuck, I need to get inside her, to feel her squeezing my cock like this.
I ease back until my fingers are slowly moving in her. I let her nipple go with a pop and straighten.
She's wrecked—her hair a mess, her lips swollen, her chest heaving. She looks at me with dazed, satisfied eyes, and I've never seen anything more stunning.
"Jake," she breathes, her hips undulating against my hand.
“More?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Yes.” Her head falls back.
Easing my fingers out of her, I tap her pussy.
Once. Twice. Three times. Rubbing over her, I push in and then withdraw, working her clit before tapping her again.
“I want to bury myself inside you and feel you come around my cock.
Want to watch your face when you realize you're completely fucking mine. Want to mark you so deep that every time you move tomorrow, you remember exactly who you belong to.”
She moans, long and loud, trying to spread her thighs wider.
With a hand supporting her back, I bite her shoulder. "Come for me, sweetheart. Right now."
She does.
Her orgasm hits hard, body convulsing, crying out my name. I don't stop—I keep working her through it, prolonging every second.
When she collapses against me, completely undone, I brush my soaked fingers over her mouth, then taste it like I’m starving for her.