11. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Hannah
L ying in Jake’s arms, I finally feel safe. It’s a false sense of security as of course Grant can get to us, but just for a little while I allow myself to forget all of it. The alarm is set and we’re hiding away in my bedroom. In here I will allow myself to be happy, God damn it.
Jake’s arm is slung over my hips and he’s nuzzled against my back, just like a bit over a month ago when I first realised my feelings for him were more than just friendship.
I was worried that this was all crazy, too fast; after all I told him I loved him before we’d even kissed properly. Yet, everyone we tell that we’re now dating—our friends, my family, his colleagues— everyone accepts it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, even with the nightmare that has descended on us.
Yesterday I met up with Mum for tea and we talked about it. When I questioned why I hadn’t seen it sooner, she said something that will stay with me: Love can’t be forced, it finds you when the time is right. Maybe that’s what it was. It just wasn’t the time for us yet.
Jake stirs behind me. He pulls me even closer and places a soft kiss on my neck.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” His lips on my sensitive skin immediately set of a fire that spreads until it reaches every nerve ending.
“I like lying in your arms and listening to you sleep. I feel safe.”
“The irony,” he snorts and there’s darkness in his eyes as he leans over me to steal a kiss.
“Hey, don’t go there again.” I pull him down to me and kiss him deeply. Life is uncertain at the moment; we never know what’s waiting around the corner. But here, in my safe space, Grant does not exist.
“Make me feel good,” I whisper, my voice husky with need.
“I love you Hanny-bee.”
My breath catches in my throat. He’s said these three words nonstop ever since we declared our love the first time, but every single time it feels like the first time. I cannot get enough of hearing him say it.
“I love you so much Jake!”
With an intense look on his face, he begins to undress me, his hands moving slowly and reverently over my body. He removes my clothes piece by piece until I lie before him completely naked.
“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs, his eyes roaming over every inch of me. “But I can’t get enough of you and even if I wanted to I don’t think I’d be strong enough to walk away from you.”
Jake sits up between my legs. His hands glide up the back of my thighs and over the curve of my arse, gripping firmly.
Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss against the mound between my legs. My knees go weak at the gentle touch of his lips against my most intimate area.
Using both hands now, Jake spreads me open and runs his tongue along the length of my slit. A shiver courses through me as pleasure radiates from where our bodies meet.
His tongue works its way back up until it flicks lightly against my swollen clit. I moan softly as waves of pleasure begin to build inside me.
Jake wraps his lips around my clit and sucks gently whilst pressing two fingers inside me. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear as ecstasy threatens to consume every thought in my head.
His fingers pump in and out of me while his tongue dances across my sensitive flesh. I clutch at the back of his head, pulling him closer as a low groan escapes from deep within me.
The pressure continues to build until it’s all too much. With a cry of pleasure I come undone, my body shaking with the force of my release. Jake continues to devour me, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to prolong my orgasm.
As my body finally begins to relax, Jake pulls away and sits up, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. I reach out and pull him towards me, desperate for the taste of myself on his lips.
Our mouths collide in a fierce kiss as I press myself against him as much as my baby bump allows me to. I can feel the hard length of his cock tenting his boxers, and I know that I need him now more than ever.
With trembling hands, I shove the boxers he had been sleeping in over his hips. His cock springs free, swollen and glistening with pre-cum.
I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and stroke him slowly from root to tip. He groans softly.
Releasing him from my grip, I turn and position myself on all fours, presenting myself to him. My pussy throbs with need as I wait for him to take me and give me what I crave.
“What are you doing, Hanny-bee?” he chuckles. He knows by now that I prefer making love when I can look into his eyes.
“I don’t have the strength to ride you today and with my twenty-eight-week belly, this seems like a safe way—” I can’t finish the sentence because Jake is leaning over me and starts nibbling on my earlobe.
“Lie down on your back, Hannah,” he demands.
“Jake, I—”
“Trust me,” he whispers. I sigh and give in. I drop onto my back.
“And now what?” I challenge him with a smirk. He just grins back and grips me under my knees before dragging me to the edge of the bed.
“Put your feet on the frame.” He places each foot on the cool wood before disappearing.
“Where are you going?” I shout after him but there’s no reply as he leaves the bedroom. Loud banging noises travel down the corridor and I’m about to go in search of him when he returns with two large Plastic boxes I use to store my Christmas deco.
“Jake, what the fuck—”
“For your feet,” he winks and places both in front of me, wide enough apart so he can step between them.
“I feel a bit like I’m at the gynaecologist,” I laugh.
“If your doctor does what I’m planning to do to you we have to have a serious conversation.”
“Jake!” I can’t stop giggling, that is until he gives his beautiful cock a few pumps.
“Like what you see?” he winks.
“I need you,” I moan.
Jake runs one hand over the curve of my arse while using the other to guide himself into position.
I gasp as he sinks deep inside me, filling me completely with one swift thrust. A low growl rumbles in Jake’s chest as our bodies become one.
He sets a punishing pace right from the start, pounding into me with an intensity that leaves me breathless. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room as desire builds higher and higher with each powerful thrust.
Jake's relentlessly driving me closer to the edge with each moment. The bed creaks in protest as we move in perfect harmony, our bodies glistening with sweat. I can feel his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounds into me, claiming me as his own.
"Oh, Jake, I'm so close," I pant, my voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop, please."
He growls in response, his eyes dark with lust as he watches me. "You're mine, Hanny-bee. I'm going to make you come so hard."
His words send a shiver down my spine and I arch my back, offering myself to him even more. The sensation of his cock stretching me, filling me, is almost too much to bear. I can feel the orgasm building, coiling tightly in my belly and ready to explode.
"Harder," I beg, my voice laced with desperation. "Fuck me harder."
He obliges, increasing the pace and depth of his thrusts, his cock slamming into me with brutal force. I cry out, my body trembling as the orgasm rips through me, waves of pleasure crashing over me.
Jake's own release is imminent and he grips my hips tighter, driving into me with one final, powerful thrust. His hot cum spills into me and I can feel his body shudder as he comes, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He leans over me carefully to not squash the baby before placing a deep kiss on my lips.
“Move up,” he whispers and between featherlight kisses we crawl back up the mattress where he pulls me into his arms, our breathing heavy and laboured. I can feel his heart pounding beneath my hand, our skin sticky with sweat and the evidence of our passion.
"Thank you," I murmur, my voice soft and breathy.
“One moment of happiness,” he mumbles before his breathing slows down. These are the telltale signs that he’s falling asleep again. He’s right. Who knows what’ll come next, we just have to make these moments count.
“No, Jake! No!” I laugh out loud as he holds up yet another tiny little outfit. I needed to get a few more things for the baby and as always Jake tagged along as my bodyguard. He loves these shopping trips and if he could buy our little squirt the whole toy section he would.
“Oh, but it’s so cute.” He looks from the tiny little romper to me with puppy eyes.
“You’re going to spoil her rotten, aren’t you?”
“Of course,” he laughs and places the outfit in the shopping trolley.
“Jaaaake,” I protest, but he ignores me and heads towards the toy section. Over my dead body are we buying more toys. I waddle after him calling his name, but he purposely ignores me until I catch up with him in the aisle with the cuddly toys.
“No more toys!” I try to give him a stern look.
“You have to work on your mean mama look,” he smirks and reaches for a little elephant. He found it two weeks ago when we were here last and I managed to get him away from it with the promise of sex, but I’m not sure that will work today given that the elephant seemed to have been his main mission.
“She needs to have him!” Slowly, he places the cuddly toy in the trolley, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s moving with the cautious, deliberate pace of someone trying to back away from a bear without provoking it.
“Promise me this is the last.”
“I promise…,” he raises is hand to swear, “…for today.”
“Jake!”
“Come on Hanny-bee, let’s head to the checkout before you buy more stuff,” he laughs. The cheek! I mean it when I tell him he shouldn’t spoil her, but I would be lying if I said that it wasn’t also filling me with so much happiness to see him so excited about the baby.
He keeps teasing me whilst we store the three bags full of stuff in the boot of his BMW.
“You laugh now but when she gets picked on by her friends because she’s a little Veruca Salt you won’t be laughing,” I sigh as I slide into the passenger seat.
“Veruca who?” Jake laughs as he buckles up and starts the car.
“Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory , have you never—"
“Don’t move,” a deep voice hisses from the backseat. Cool metal is pressed into my neck.
Jake and I are both frozen in our seat.
“Who are you?” Jake asks carefully. I turn my head and see that Jake is staring at the rearview mirror.
“Don’t turn around,” the man hisses at me.
“Don’t touch her!” Jake’s voice is threatening and doesn’t sound like him.
“Or what? You’re not in control here, arsehole. We’re going to go for a little drive now.”
“Why—” Jake tries to get more information out of him.
“Grant warned you,” the guy laughs coldly. Subconsciously I knew that this had to be because of Grant but hearing it out loud makes panic race through my body. I want to pull the door open and sprint away but I know I won’t get far, especially not with a gun, or what I assume to be a gun, pressed to my neck.
I can’t hold back the tears streaming over my cheeks. This can’t be the end for us. Please, not when we’d just found our happiness.