20. Amber
CHAPTER TWENTY
amber
A s we step onto their porch, Michele says goodnight and heads to her car. Steeling my nerves, I grip Jake’s arm. “Can I drive you home?”
“I live a thirty-second drive away.” He chuckles a deep throaty laugh.
“I know. Please?”
He takes me in, and I try not to fidget under his stare.
Without saying a word, he walks to my passenger door and gets in.
Okay, then, I guess that’s a yes. Following him, I slide into the driver’s seat and back out of Lily’s driveway and into his.
The lane they live on is secluded in the woods outside of town.
Thoren and Lily own all three of the cabins on this lane—occupying one, letting Jake stay in one, and the other is empty.
Parking in front of his cabin, I hesitate to get out. My nervous habit takes over, and I run my hands down my thighs, trying to calm my anxiety. Jake’s large hand covers mine, halting my movements. When I turn to him, his face is expressionless.
“Come inside, Whiskey.”
His voice is pure sex, demanding and smooth.
My body listens instantly, my nipples hardening behind my bra.
When he steps out of my car, I follow. He leads us up to the cabin and kicks off his boots when he gets inside, so I toe off my sneakers.
It smells nice in here, and I recognize the smell when I see one of the small candles I gave him sitting on his kitchen counter.
Something about the fact that he brought one home sets off butterflies in my stomach.
I’ve never been in this cabin, and it’s surprisingly charming.
There’s a discarded pair of socks by the couch, but aside from that, it’s clean, if not a little bare.
There’s nothing on the walls, no artwork or picture frames.
No curtains on the windows or decor on his coffee table.
It’s bigger than my studio but is similar in the way everything is open.
His kitchen is to the left, bathroom to the right.
Directly ahead is a small dining table and his living room that opens to the back deck.
The one and only bedroom is up the stairs.
“Sit,” he orders, nodding toward the couch while he moves to the kitchen and pours himself a drink.
I do as he says, and he leans against the kitchen counter. He keeps his eyes pinned on me as he swallows a sip of the amber liquid. This is probably the part where I should apologize, but I’m too entranced by him.
He didn’t turn on any lights, the ethereal glow of the moon streaming through the windows the only illumination. Jake looks dangerous with deep shadows hiding half his face. A fierce hunter eyeing his prey.
The longer he stands across the room unmoving, the more turned on I become.
His sinister looks are alluring, and his heated and unwavering stare feels like he’s seeing every dark and depraved part of me.
My pussy clenches when he swirls the drink and licks his lower lip, finally taking a step toward me.
He takes a seat on the coffee table in front of me, his legs bracketing mine.
Still not saying a word, he rests his arms on his thighs, making himself eye level with me.
The shadows dance over his features, giving his eyes an onyx color.
We stay like that, unspeaking. Unmoving.
Lifting the glass to his mouth, he takes another sip, keeping his gaze trained on mine.
My heart is beating out of my chest, my breaths coming in quick. The anticipation of what he might do next is soaking my panties. All thoughts of why I wanted to talk to him this evening are long gone and replaced by the visceral need to be devoured by this man.
Slowly, he turns the glass, holding the spot he drank from up to me. “Drink.”
I haven’t had a drop of alcohol this evening, but I listen, relishing the burn of the last of the liquid.
He takes the glass from me and sets it on the table next to him.
One hand pulls the tie from my hair, letting the mess of my locks fall around my face and shoulders.
Stroking my jaw with his thumb, he tucks some wild strands behind my ear.
“Do you want something from me?” he asks, his usually smooth voice filled with grit.
I’m all too aware I’m a hypocrite. This is the exact reason I need to apologize to him. For thinking he wanted something from me, and here I am needing something from him. Because that’s what this is, not a want but a need. His jaw tics, waiting for my response.
“Jake, I’m?—”
“Stop. Answer me, Amber.”
“Yes,” I breathe out, looking down at my hands. “I want something from you.”
His hands grip under my thighs, lifting me with ease.
My hands instinctively wrap around his neck, and he holds me close to him and climbs the stairs.
He drops me in the center of the bed, then pulls my sweatshirt over my head.
It flies to the side, discarded carelessly on the floor.
He sucks in a breath, getting a good look at what I’m wearing underneath.
I knew there was a chance I’d get another punishment tonight, so I came prepared in my favorite lacey bra and pantie set under my sweats and sweatshirt.
“The only things that can come out of your mouth are ‘Stop’ or ‘Yes, Jake.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, Jake.”
His eyes darken, raking over my body again. I lean back on my elbows, enticing him. He grips the waistband of my sweats and yanks them down my legs to join the rest of my outfit on the floor.
“Fuuuuck, did you wear this for me? My pretty little slut came here wanting to get fucked? Is that what this is?”
My nipples poke through the thin fabric of my bra, and my core is dripping around the skimpy panties. I let my legs fall to the side, opening myself further to him. “Yes, Jake.”
His chest puffs, then he moves to the side of the bed, grabbing something from his nightstand. With his other hand, he grasps my wrist and ties a knot around it, then wraps the soft rope around his headboard. He drops one knee to the bed, leaning over me to tie the end around my other wrist.
My heart pounds in anticipation as he moves back to the end of the bed to stare down at me. “You remember the two things you’re allowed to say?”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Good.” Reaching behind his head, he tugs his shirt off and flings it to the floor.
Large hands deftly unbutton his jeans and pull down his zipper achingly slowly.
With his jeans kicked to the side, he crawls onto the bed, straddling my lap.
His face changes from lust to anger as his expression hardens.
“I’m not some lowlife piece of shit, Amber.
I would never take something that wasn’t mine already or expect anything from anyone.
” His hands slide up my waist to cup my breasts through my bra.
He tweaks my nipples, pinching them hard, making me cry out.
“I want to punish you for being so cruel and callous with your words. But you’re lucky.
I think you’re hurting and need to see that someone can care for you simply for your benefit. ”
Goosebumps erupt over my chest as he lowers his head to bite my nipple through my bra, then lavishes kisses down my stomach until he reaches my panties.
With solid pressure, he licks over my center, taking a deep inhale and smiling wickedly up at me.
His wink is enough to send a fresh wave of arousal through me, my hands tugging on the restraints to touch him.
His chuckle is sinister before he takes the edge of my panties in his teeth and drags them down my legs to join the pile of discarded clothes.
Spreading my legs wider, he settles his broad shoulders between them.
Hot, wet kisses trail my inner thighs and all around where I really want him.
With one thick finger, he rims my center, then pushes it into my dripping pussy.
He strokes me ever so slowly, moving it in and out of me. His mouth meets my overheated skin again, but still not where I want him. I revel in the delicious torture when he adds a second finger. The pace stays the same, lazily stroking me.
“Please, Jake,” I whine after a few more minutes, my arms getting sore from pulling on the rope.
“You beg so sweetly. Say it again, Whiskey.”
“Please,” I cry, needing something, anything from him.
He growls in approval, diving into my pussy like it holds his dying breath.
His fingers curl and pick up their pace as his tongue flicks my clit.
I moan, wondering how the hell I went without this for so long.
The first time he did this, I was a jumbled mess of nerves and anticipation.
I didn’t get to focus on the feel of him licking me so thoroughly and the way my body responded to every swirl and suck of his tongue on my clit.
He drives me higher and higher, my body wound so tight tears leak from my eyes.
Not once does he let up, until I’m right on the precipice of something great.
With a bite to my clit, I fly over the edge.
Blinding sensations of warmth and light sear through me as he slows his fingers, stroking me through my orgasm.
As my mind and body connect again, I find Jake leaning over me, untying my wrists.
He brings them down, kneading the reddened skin, rubbing up and down my arms, massaging the feeling back into them.
Satisfied they’re back to normal, he strokes my cheeks with his thumb, wiping the errant tears that had escaped.
I’m not sure what I expect to happen next, but him maneuvering us under the blankets and tucking me into his chest isn’t it.
“What are you doing?” I whisper hoarsely. He has my back to his chest, my bra and his boxers still on. It does nothing to hide his raging erection poking into my ass.
His hand splays protectively over my stomach, keeping me in place. It’s then I realize how relaxed I am and how safe I feel. As if Jake knew exactly what this would do for me and gave it easily.
“Sleeping,” he grumbles into my hair.
“What about you?” I ask, wiggling my hips a little so he gets my point.
“That’s not what this is about. Tonight’s about you, so shut up and let me hold you.”
His growly and grumpy demeanor is at complete odds with the way he just worked my body.
I want to apologize and tell him I’m seeing the good man he is.
I also desperately want to climb on his dick and see what nonvirgin sex feels like.
With the exhaustion from getting sick this week and the endorphins flowing through my body, I don’t have the energy to do either.
Instead, I close my eyes, nestle further into Jake’s warm embrace, and let sleep take me.