Chapter 32
JAKE
Hands under her ass cheeks, I lift her off the counter.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck. "Where are we going?"
Her voice is hoarse and husky, and my balls tighten. "My room." I'm already moving, carrying her through the kitchen and down the hallway. "We've never done this in a bed."
She makes a soft sound against my throat. "No. We haven't."
Barns. Truck beds. Dark corners where no one could find us. Always quick, always desperate, always with our clothes half on.
Not this time.
This time, I'm taking my time with her.
Well, I will the second time.
I kick open my bedroom door and carry her inside, kicking it closed and laying her down on the bed. She looks up at me, her hair spread across my pillow, my shirt riding up her thighs, and I have to take a moment just to look at her.
Unbuttoning my jeans, I watch her watch me take them off. She licks her lip as if she’s thinking about licking me, and I run a hand down my length, squeezing to keep it under control.
She lies back, opening her arms. “Jake.”
She says my name like it belongs to her, and fuck if that doesn’t do something to me.
“Come here.”
I climb onto the bed and cover her body with mine.
She arches up into me, and my cock fits right between her legs, notching against her hot pussy.
"Jake," she whispers again, rubbing herself against me.
I kiss her—slower this time, deeper. My hands slide under the shirt, pushing it up, and she lifts so I can pull it off.
And then she's bare beneath me—completely bare—and I nearly lose my mind.
Want her so bad.
Want to make this good for her more.
Getting myself under control, I lower my head and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking, and she gasps, her back arching off the bed.
I work her back up slowly, deliberately, kissing and licking and tasting, back and forth between the tips of her breasts until her nipples are puffy and swollen.
Her hands are in my hair, and she's making soft, desperate sounds that drive me insane.
I kiss my way down her stomach, spreading her thighs. She’s drenched—so wet I can see it on her thighs.
She tugs on my hair. "My turn.”
"Not yet. I’ve been starving for this for years, and I haven’t had my fill yet." I lower my head and suck her into my mouth. She moans, her hips bucking.
“I could do this all day,” I murmur against her. I work her with my tongue and lips, feasting. She's already close again—I can feel it in the way her thighs are trembling, the way she’s pulling my hair.
I hum, sliding my fingers back into her. "Are you going to come for me again, Emma?”
She cries out, clutching my head as her hips grind against me.
I lick, once, twice. “Come for me," I encourage, lashing her clit with my tongue.
She screams, her whole body bowing, going taut as her climax rips through her.
I watch her come apart, obsessed with every detail—the way her mouth falls open, the way her eyes squeeze shut, the way her body shakes.
Beautiful.
She's still trembling when I move back up her body and take her mouth. I'm so hard it hurts, my cock straining to get into her. I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock notched against her entrance.
"Look at me," I say, and she does—her eyes dark and hazy with pleasure.
Brushing her hair back, I hold her face, looking into her soul. “Nothing between us, now or ever. You agree to that?”
Her eyes widen. It may be years, but Emma knows me, so she understands what I’m saying. “I’m not on birth control.”
“Is that a problem?” I ask, watching her carefully. I don’t want her to agree to something she doesn’t want.
She bites her lip. Then she says, “If we have a baby boy, let’s name him Cletus.”
I rub myself against her, tapping it against her clit. “Only if it’s a girl we name her Esmeralda.”
Gasping, her hips reaching up for my cock, she looks shocked at my joke. “It’s tempting to agree just to hear you introduce your son Cletus.”
I push inside slowly, inch by inch, and she's so tight and hot and perfect that I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then.
"Fuck," I breathe, and she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I start moving—slow, deep strokes that make her moan and arch beneath me.
I hold her face, watching her, lost in her, lost in the grasping feel of her and the heat.
I lower my mouth to hers and lick between her lips, swallow her gasps.
I thought I was obsessed with her before, but I have a feeling the obsession is only beginning.
"Harder," she begs, and I oblige, picking up the pace, driving into her deeper, faster.
She comes again—I feel it in the way she clenches around me, in the way she cries out and digs her nails into my back.
“Say it.” I kiss her neck, nipping her pulse point with my teeth. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours." Her head presses into the bed. "Are you mine?"
“Fuck yeah I am.” I thrust into her harder, possessing and claiming, and she comes again, her cries high pitched.
I follow her over the edge, coming deep inside her with a groan, her name torn from my throat. I roll my hips against her, growling as I feel her shudder one more time.
We collapse together onto the bed, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I pull her close, rolling onto my back so she's draped across my chest.
I kiss her forehead. "I'm sorry."
She looks up at me, kind of amused. "What are you apologizing for? It wasn’t that bad."
“Not that bad?” Narrowing my gaze, I tug her hair. “That’s a sure way of getting yourself spanked.”
“You promise?” She laughs as I reach for her ass.
I drag her onto me, draping her on my body. I ignore my hardening cock and cup her face. The words come out rough. "I’m sorry too. For leaving. I didn't have a choice, but I should have fought harder to stay."
"Like you said, you came back," she whispers, pressing a kiss to my chest. "That's what matters."
I tilt her face up so I can kiss her, slow and tender. She melts into me, her body soft and pliant against mine. I'm hard again, and when she shifts, I slide back inside her—easy and natural, like we were made for this.
She gasps softly, and I start moving—slow, gentle thrusts that make her sigh and cling to me. We move together slowly, our bodies pressed so close there's no space between us.
She comes quietly this time, her body trembling against mine, and I follow her, spilling inside her with a low groan. We lie tangled together afterward, completely sated, completely connected.
"I love you, Jake," she whispers, as she falls asleep.
I hold her close, my hand stroking her hair, and for the first time in my life, I feel whole.