His hips reared up from the couch, pressing his engorged erection to entrance. He didn’t push into her, but just ran his cock along her entry. Her breath came out in little bursts as she braced her hands against his shoulders. She lifted her hips and without further ado slammed down onto his dick. He couldn’t move, he reveled in the amazing way the walls of her pussy clenched around him. He gripped her hips and rotated his hips before he lifted her off him and then dragged her wet heat around him again. He felt her lips against his collarbone before his teeth raked against the pulse in his neck. He hadn’t realized how sensitive his neck was, or maybe it was just her. She could tie him up in knots and he’d swear he was in heaven.
She ground her body onto him, taking him fully into her and the only noise that was heard was flesh slapping against flesh and their breathless pants. He watched as her head cocked to the side and she worked her body up and down him. If this was heaven, he’d sign the papers tomorrow, he thought.
“Oh God,” She moaned and dropped her head to his shoulder as she glided her clit against him. He could feel her begin to lose control, and so he arched himself and pumped into two solid thrusts before she began to writhe around.
“Give. Me. All. You. Got.” He spoke through gritted teeth. He thrust hard into her feeling her come around him, with his dick buried deep within her he growled her name and joined her in the combustion. His back sank into the plush cushions of the couch and he ran his hand down her back. She was draped around him, careful not to lean on his raw skin. Still buried inside her, he brought her torso into the crook of his arm and laid his head on top of hers. They laid like that catching their breath, completely tuned out to the world. Jake was in a state of bliss, yeah the glass was definitely full. How could anything be wrong when everything was so right?
Chapter Seventeen
As far as Jake was concerned, he was the ideal patient this week. He had done everything as Dr. Brooks ordered. He had made appointments for all the tests, and he even showed up for all of them. He was convinced it was all a huge waste of time, but he did it anyway. Nothing was going to bring him down and he laughed at doom in the face.
He stared at Dr. Brooks, he watched as his lips moved, but he couldn’t hear anything he said. Not one single word. Actually, that was a lie, he had heard one word, and after it was spoken everything else faded. He felt the air leave his lungs and his body go numb. He jumped as Dr. Brooks placed his hand on his shoulder, and he thought he jumped out of his own skin. He saw the look of empathy cross his face, as if Dr. Brooks was reading his thoughts and feeling his emotions. He shrugged his hand off his shoulder, and opened the door. Desperate to escape, he stormed out of the exam room, forgetting all about his brother who sat nervously in the waiting room. It didn’t matter that he was there for him, he needed to be alone. He needed to process one word that would change his life forever. One word that could, ultimately, take his life.
The fresh air smacked him in the face and bruised his lungs as his sneakers skidded to a halt on the pavement of the parking lot. He took deep breathes, his body trembled as he went through the motions. He needed to release the anger that was boiling inside him, the anger that forced him to question why him? His fist clenched beside him and he searched the parking lot frantically, he needed to inflict pain, the same pain that was flowing through him.
He turned around abruptly and raised his fist when he heard his name. Face to face with his brother, Luke grabbed Jake’s wrist before his knuckles collided with his jaw. He could feel the wetness on his cheeks and hated himself. He hated that he was weak enough to let the tears fall, weak enough to feel sorry for himself.
“You need to calm down.” Luke said, breathless. “You need to tell me what just happened in there.” His eyes pleading, and for the first time Jake saw fear and uncertainty reflect from his brother’s eyes. “Please. I want to help you, but I don’t know what just happened.”
He didn’t know why, but that moment looking at his brother who always had held it together, who had all the answers, looked back at him so lost, it broke his heart, shattered it into a million little pieces. It was Luke’s nature to fix things, he found the good in every bad situation, but there was no good to be found here. He raked his hands roughly down his face, wishing his brother wouldn’t look at him, wishing he could just disappear.
“Jake.” His voice was breaking, so he stopped and tried to hold it together. “What did Dr. Brooks tell you?”
Jake watched his brother, brace himself for the blow he was about to receive. “It’s cancer.” He bit the inside of his cheek and looked at his big brother through blurred eyes. “I have cancer.”
Luke stepped back, flinching as if Jake’s fist had really collided with his jaw, instead the impact of one word hurt him more than any fist could. He shook his head incredulously. “No.” He cleared his head. “You misunderstood. You heard him wrong. Let’s go back in there, I’ll talk to him. I’ll read the test results myself.”
A million little pieces, he repeated back to himself as he watched him. Jake shook his head.