Pieces (Riverdale #1)

“That’s it baby.” He slammed into her again and she felt her nails dig into his waist. His eyes were focused on her face, and as he watched her in the throes of her orgasm he let himself join her. He groaned her name and pumped her as he let his release spill inside her.

She fell limp beneath him and he collapsed over her, breathless and completely spent. They were tangled within each other, catching their breath for a few minutes. He heard her mumble something, but he was too much in a fog to make out what it was. He lifted his head from her breast, feeling as it took all the energy he had left to do so.

“What’d you say?” He panted. Her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her plump lips. She wiggled beneath him.

“I love how you feel in me.” She breathed out and he realized he was still inside her, and he slowly slid out of her. He pressed lips to her temple.

“Cara.” She moaned slightly and he struggled to not forget his train of thought. Her eyes opened slightly and she looked at him. “You okay?” He asked as he trailed his thumb over her lower lip.

“I’m so much better than just okay.” She leaned up and kissed his lips softly.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. Relief flushed over him. It was one thing to go through with something, it was another to go through with it and not get burned by the aftershocks. He nuzzled his face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

“I love you.” He said against her hair. “I always have.” Reveling that he could finally speak the truth, he struggled with.

She pulled back slightly so she could look at him. Her eyes were glistening as she spoke. “I love you too Jake.” And then she smiled and he was done for. He closed his eyes and brought her against him again. Holding her like she was a piece of delicate china, savoring the fact that she was in his arms finally, marveling that she loved him just as he did her. They finally were content for the first time in their lives.



Cara stared at Jake’s arms that were wrapped tightly around her. Her fingertips trailed the artwork that was inked to his arms, absent-mindedly. For the first time her mind and her heart, had been at peace with each other. She didn’t know what surprised her more, the comfort she felt knowing that Jake had been feeling the same way all along or that they had gone through with their feelings and it didn’t feel weird afterwards. Usually after she had sex with someone she felt the need to bolt, to cover up and get the hell out of dodge. Not with Jake. She felt safe, comfortable, desirable, and as if she belonged wrapped in his arms. She felt his lips press against her shoulder and the butterflies spread their wings in the pit of her stomach.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Jake said as he pressed fluttering kisses along her entire shoulder.

“Mmm. I like that.” She said as she eyed him from the corner of her eye. His hands began to slide down the length of her body as he spooned her.

“What else do you like?” He said as his tongue found the back of her ear.

Her body shuddered against his as the stroke of his tongue awakened her sated body. She grinned, as she felt his erection grow against her, knowing she wasn’t the only one whose body was aroused. She closed her eyes as his teeth nipped at her earlobe.

“Jake.” She said barely audible, feeling him shift as she trembled. He propped himself on his side and stared down at her. Her eyes fluttered open and she peered up at him.

“I asked you a question.” His lips quirked with the hint of amusement and he let his fingertips glide across her stomach, one finger circling her belly button.

“I was distracted, ask me again.” She said as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. She could feel the moisture between her legs, and clasped her thighs shut.

He grinned at her and her legs went limp, so much for trying to control her arousal. That wicked grin and amusement in his eyes completely freed her of any control. She wanted him again.

“What else do you like?” He dragged out the sentence, basically purring each word.

“I like when you kiss me.” Smooth, Cara. Real smooth, she told herself.

He pouted but bent his head to place the briefest of kisses upon her plump lips. “Where do you want me to kiss you?” He let his fingers trail down her navel.

The steel cock that nudged her leg distracted her for a moment. She ground her teeth into her lip as she pondered how fast she would be able to flip him on his back and pounce on him. She closed her eyes as she envisioned herself riding his cock, but her eyes quickly snapped open when she felt his finger glide along the lips of her pussy.

“You still with me, Cara?” He breathed against her ear.

“I’m here.” She gasped and then licked her lips, his eyes intently following her tongue.

“Good.” He bent his head and let his mouth close over her taut nipple. His tongue rounded the bud before his teeth latched on. Against her breast he spoke. “Do you like when I kiss you there?”