Chapter Seven
Charlotte
I sit with a cup of tea steaming before me as I snuggle into a warm furry blanket next to the crackling fire.
I haven’t felt this close to another person since my dad passed and I’m not one hundred percent sure how to handle it.
On one hand, I want to lock my body against Jake’s and never let him out of my sight again.
On the other hand, I want to move slowly and carefully, so I don’t get hurt.
“Where is he now?” Maya whispers into the phone, and I can only imagine why. I really need to find time to talk to her about Holden before anyone finds out what they’re doing.
“I only have a second. Jake’s grabbing wood from the shed. I just… I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m like… I think he’s into me, and I’m seriously into him. He’s everything I’ve ever dreamt of. He’s big, he’s tall, he’s smart, he’s kind, and he genuinely wants good things for me.” I swallow hard. “I just… I don’t know. I’m freaking out. I haven’t felt anything this real in forever.”
A man’s voice echoes through Maya’s end of the line and I recognize it immediately. “Oh my God! You’re with Holden!”
“What?” I can hear Maya’s smile through the phone.
“No, we aren’t together. We’re… video chatting.
” She sighs playfully. “Anyway… you should totally go for it. If I’ve learned anything from being a sneaky little slut, it’s that you should follow your heart.
If you do, everything else will fall into place. ”
I’m pretty sure that’s the worst advice ever, but I love her for being consistent.
The back door creaks and I hear Jake’s heavy footsteps.
“I’ve gotta go. Sorry. Umm… I have some real serious thoughts about your slut theory, but I’ll have to share them later. Don’t do anything too crazy. Your brother is your only family.”
“Such a buzzkill!” she laughs. “Go let loose for once and enjoy your life. It’s the only one you’ve got.”
Jake’s footsteps get closer, and I hang up the line, trying not to notice how great he looks with his flannel sleeves rolled, dark ink streaking out, rough cut logs piled in his flexing arms. Instead, I direct my attention to the soft flicker of the fireplace and the details of the cabin.
The built-in bookcases. The live edge mantle. The river stone fireplace. The kitchen that looks primed and ready for a full country breakfast. I’m imagining pancakes, eggs, sausage, biscuits, gravy, orange juice squeezed fresh, and a whole stick of butter on the center of the table.
“Did you do all this yourself?” My voice cracks as I speak.
“The guys helped a lot, but yeah, it’s been my main project since I got out of the halfway house. You like cabins?”
“Love them! I grew up in a little cabin up near Eagle Rock, but my mom sold the place when my dad died, and she bought that massive house just off Main Street. The one with the hanging ferns. I’m sure you’ve seen it.”
He nods slowly. “That’s a gorgeous old house. I can see your mom loving a place like that. How the heck did a person like her end up with your dad, anyway? I know they say opposites attract and all but…”
I shrug. “I always wondered that too. There’s research that opposites do attract initially, but for long-term fulfillment in a relationship, it’s actually the similarities that help.”
He nods and tosses another log into the fire. “You pick that up in college? What kind of psychology did you study?”
“General Psychology. A little bit of everything,” I grin, “of course, because I couldn’t make up my mind. I figure I learned a lot about people and I can take that into whatever job I’m at.”
“Do you like it at the shop?” he asks as he stacks the wood near the fireplace.
“I love it.” I smile. “I get to see you every day.”
There’s a long pause as he balances wood, before turning back and settling on the couch next to me with a groan.
His arm stretches out behind me, and his fingertips play with my hair, the scent of burning pine and cedar filling the room.
“I have to say, that’s the highlight of my day too.
I looked for reasons to stop by the office most days.
” He laughs. “Not sure if you know this but there’s really not a whole lot of work for me to do in the actual office.
I think that’s when I knew this little crush I had was a problem. ”
Did he just say he’s had a crush on me for a while? I mean, I knew we were feeling closer out in the snow, but I had no idea he’s been thinking about me.
I bite back a smile, trying to stay cool. “You still think it’s a problem?”
“Not sure I care anymore if it’s a problem or not. I just know I need you.” His gaze is heavy, never leaving mine.
A wave of urgency washes over me. The kind where your body tells you to move without your brain having to make sense of it first. Jake seems to feel it too because his eyes have gone dark again.
Maybe it’s because we’ve wanted each other so long, maybe it’s the rush of doing something out of the norm, or maybe it’s because it’s finally our turn.
I climb up onto his lap, and he kisses me with tender abandon, like everything in our lives has led up to this moment. His hands are in my hair, on my skin, tearing off my dress and then my bra.
I’m tugging off his shirt, weaving the tips of my fingers through his chest hair, lifting off him to pull down his jeans before climbing back on again.
The living room is shadowed by the early evening sun, and the crackling fire casts a warm glow around us.
As we’re naked with our bodies pressed against one another, I feel the hard, thick length of his cock against my inner thigh.
“Lay out for me, little lamb. I want to taste you.” His voice is low and hot against the lobe of my ear as he spills me back onto the couch and spreads my legs, kissing his way up toward my soaking pussy.
Until today, sex has always been a fantasy. Turns out, fantasies are nothing compared to real life.
His big, inked hands spread my thighs further as he leans in to kiss me with firm pressure. Then, with the tip of his tongue, he edges inside with a growl as he breathes me in.
“Fuck.” A single word mutters from his mouth before he enjoys his meal.
And dear Lord, the man eats!
His thick fingers slide inside of me, hooking to reach a spot that’s never been touched, while his tongue works my clit in a firm circular motion.
My thighs shake and my hips arch up, scrubbing inadvertently against his beard. Why does that tickle feel so damn nice? This is nothing like a vibrator. In fact, I never want a vibrator again.
Am I supposed to want to come this fast, because I’m about to lose it!
He thrusts his fingers in further, applying more pressure to the spot that makes me squirm, then growls as I do, lapping up the liquid pooling between my legs.
“Is your little virgin pussy ready for me, little lamb?”
My core tightens with the sound of his deep voice, and my second orgasm of the day washes over me, this time spilling into his mouth as he circles my clit and bites at the lips of my pussy.
I never thought that biting would feel good at a moment like this, but it does. It feels life changing. Somehow every sensation is heightened by the soft scrape of his teeth.
“Fuck!” he growls as he sits up from between my legs, the massive sight of his cock bobbing before me like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
I want to touch it, lick it, and put it inside of every open part of my body. I want to know what it feels like to have it inside of me, spreading my tight little channel, as I drain it fully.
“I don’t have a condom.” He brushes his hand down over his face. “I didn’t think about it until now.”
“Do we need one?” I pant. “I can’t wait. I need you inside me.”
He growls low. “We’re not thinking straight, but I don’t know if I can stop myself, little lamb. I want to fill you up.” He strokes his dick at my entrance as he talks, his eyes glazed over, his voice rough and wired like he’s gone feral.
“So fill me up, Jake.” As the soft words leave my lips, I reach for his forearm, tugging him closer. “I want you to come inside of me.”
My clit throbs as he inches forward and slides into my hot, slick entrance.
“Don’t look away,” he groans, pushing into me further. “I want to watch your pretty face as this virgin pussy is stuffed.”
I stare up at him, studying the wild sprawl of his dark hair, the darkness in his gaze, the strong width of his shoulders, and the way his muscles move the dark ink on his biceps. He slides in further, his thickness spreading me wide until there’s a pinch of pain.
“You okay, little lamb. Should I stop?”
“No!” I pant and grip tighter to his arms. “Never stop! Go harder! It’s just new. I’m stretching for you.”
He leans in and kisses the top of my head with a groan before rocking into me with slow, steady thrusts. In and out, slow and hard, his gaze never leaving mine.
Whoever said a woman couldn’t come like this wasn’t dealing with a big enough dick, because I’m about to explode all over this guy.
“That’s right, baby. Look right at me while you come hard on this cock.”
He fucks me harder and faster until he hits another spot that is pure ecstasy. It’s extra sensitive, and when the tip of his cock thrusts in and touches it, my eyes roll back in my head and every nerve in my body relaxes at once.
“Fuck!” he growls as he hits the spot again. “You’re so fucking tight. Come for me. Come hard. I’m gonna lose it.”
The words have barely left his lips when a heavy knock slams against the cabin door.
“Ignore it,” he growls. “Come for me. I’m gonna fill you up.”
The knocking is persistent, but we don’t stop. Not even for a second.
In fact, we keep fucking until Jake fills me up and I see stars. We keep fucking until his come is spilling out of my virgin pussy. We keep fucking until every last drop of pleasure is drained from our bodies and he collapses on top of me, the weight of him a welcomed pressure as he kisses my lips.
“You understand this isn’t fake anymore, right? You’re mine.”
I smile and nod softly as the relentless knocking continues. “I’m yours.”