Wethering the Storm

Chapter TWO

I wake in the dark to the feeling of my stomach roiling.
I’m going to be sick.
Clamping my hand over my mouth, I scramble out of bed and run for the bathroom.
I make it just in time. Tossing up the toilet lid, I throw up.
The next thing I know, Jake is beside me, gathering my hair back from my face as his other hand gently soothes my back.
When my stomach is empty, Jake reaches over and flushes the toilet while I rest my head on my forearm, sweat trickling from my face and down my neck.
Jake reaches over and gets a tie for my hair off the sink and puts my hair into a loose ponytail for me.
I hear running water and then feel a cool flannel against the back of my neck.
“You’re sick?”
“I woke up feeling like I was going to throw up. And then I did, obviously…” I trail off.
Jake puts his hand to my forehead. “You feel really hot.”
“Everything here feels hot,” I mumble.
“Let’s get you back to bed.” Jake scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed. My sweaty skin instantly sticks to the sheets.
I feel so uncomfortable and very sick.
I hear Jake moving around the bedroom, and then he sits beside me, holding out a glass of water. “Try some water. Just sip it.”
Propping myself up on my elbow, I accept the glass from Jake and take slow sips.
I’ve only just put the glass down on the bedside cabinet when the wave of nausea hits again.
“Sick again,” I gasp, putting my hand over my mouth.
I’m back in Jake’s arms in an instant, and he strides to the bathroom, placing me beside the toilet, kneeling beside me, once again rubbing my back as I retch up the water I just drank.
“I’m calling for a doctor,” Jake says, once I’ve heaved myself dry.
He disappears for a moment to get his phone, then he’s back beside me. I curl up in his lap on the bathroom floor, listening to him barking orders down the phone as he gently strokes wisps of hair from off my damp face. And I begin to feel worse and worse with each passing moment.


“Ugh,” I groan, blinking my blurry eyes against the daylight.
Rolling over, I find Jake beside me wearing his boxer shorts, propped against the headboard, his laptop on his knee.
Glancing at the screen, I see a spreadsheet filled with numbers.
Minimising the spreadsheet from my view, he sets his laptop on the bed and scoots down to face me.
“How you feeling?” he asks. Lifting a hand to my face, he runs his fingers gently over my cheek, brushing my stray hair back.
“Like I spent the whole night throwing up. What time is it?” I croak, rubbing my sore eyes.
“One p.m.”
“Christ, I slept the whole morning away.”
“You needed it.”
“Yeah, I guess. I’m so thirsty,” I say, turning my head, looking for the glass of water I’d left on the bedside cabinet.
“I got rid of it,” Jake says. “It was warm. I’ll get you something fresh.” Before leaving the bed, he kisses my forehead, then gets up and heads for the minifridge.
He opens a bottle of water. Helping me to sit, he hands the bottle to me.
I still feel so weak. My limbs are like jelly. I lean back against the headboard and gratefully gulp the water.
“The doctor left you some medication to take once you’d stopped throwing up. You still feel sick?”
Still drinking from the bottle, I shake my head.
Jake grabs a pill bottle from my bedside cabinet, opens it up, shakes two tablets out, and hands them to me.
I pop the pills in my mouth and quickly wash them down with water.
I gag at the harsh taste the pills leave on my tongue. “I hate taking pills.”
“Poor baby,” he soothes.
“Remind me never to eat prawns again.” Ugh, just the thought of them turns my stomach.
When the doctor arrived by seaplane a few hours after I’d started throwing up—dragged from his bed due to Jake’s incessant demands that I be seen by a doctor straightaway—he checked me over and concluded I had a mild case of food poisoning.
We figured it was the prawns. Jake doesn’t like them, and they were the only thing he hadn’t eaten.
“Do you want me to have the chef fired?” he asks.
If I thought he was joking, I’d say yes, but knowing Jake as I do, I know he would have the poor guy fired. I don’t want that to happen. It’s not his fault I ate a dodgy prawn.
“No.” I smile, and reaching my hand to his face, I rest it against his cheek.
Closing his eyes briefly, he presses a kiss to my wrist. “Do you want to try and get some more rest?”
“No, what I really want to do is get clean and brush my teeth. I feel skanky.”
“Skanky?” He grins, glancing at me through his dark lashes. “Do you just make these words up?”
“No.” I stick my tongue out at him. “You’ve just forgotten how to be British.”
With a chuckle, he rises from the bed. “I’ll get the shower ready for you.”
Jake disappears into the bathroom, leaving me sipping my water.
I rest my head against the headboard and close my eyes to the sound of the water turning on in the bathroom.
Jake doesn’t want children.
It’s like a whisper in my mind, coming from out of nowhere.
My stomach clenches. I can’t think about that now. I’ll think about it later.
One thing it does remind me to do is take my contraceptive pill. A pregnancy is not something I want happening right now. Or ever, as the case may be.
Reaching down, I grab my bag off the floor and get my pill out.
I’m just swallowing it when Jake reappears from the bathroom. Moving across the hardwood floor, he comes over and takes the water bottle from my hand, putting it down.
“You ready for your shower?”
“Yep.” I slide my jelly legs to the side of the bed to stand, but before I get a chance, Jake picks me up, lifting me into his arms.
“I could have walked,” I say, resting my head against his chest.
“No point testing out the theory while I’m here to take care of you.”
Jake steps into the huge double-headed shower and sits me down on the wide ledge at the far side.
The steam from the water soothes me instantly.
Jake hands me my toothbrush; it’s ready with toothpaste on it. Smiling at his preparation, I start to brush my teeth while he kneels before me and sets about removing my shorts and panties.
When I’ve finished brushing my teeth, I spit into the running water, rinsing my brush under the shower, and set it on the ledge beside me.
Standing, Jake leans down and takes hold of the hem of my vest and eases it up. I lift my heavy arms, allowing him to pull it over my head. He tosses it to the floor outside the shower, along with the rest of my clothes.
I see his eyes sweep over my naked body. And I don’t miss the erection he’s sporting when he removes his own shorts. Well, the size of it would be hard to miss.
I love that even sick, I can still turn him on.
“Even sick and skanky, I can still turn you on.” I smile up at him.
“Even sick and skanky,” he murmurs, cupping my face. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to my lips.
Jake reaches for the sponge and shower gel and gently begins washing my skin.
The feel of his hands on me is insanely arousing. I really wish I weren’t sick right now.
“This would have been so much easier if this villa had a bath,” I muse, thinking how nice it would have been to sit in a tub together. “But you do make a great nurse.”
“This is just an excuse so I can touch you,” he says, his voice sounding hoarse.
“You can touch me whenever you want,” I reply, voice serious.
“Mine,” he murmurs, sweeping a soapy hand between my legs, cupping my sex.
My body instantly reacts. Desire pools between my legs. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him. Even sick, I crave him.
After Jake is done cleaning every part of me, kneeling in front of me, he says, “I need to rinse you off and wash your hair, sweetheart, but these damn shower heads are fixed to the wall. Here, wrap your legs around my waist and put your arms around my neck and hold on tight.”
Not wanting to argue, knowing I probably could manage to stand—but honestly just enjoying the attention he’s lavishing on me—I do as he says.
Jake stands with me wrapped around him like a koala bear and puts us both under the running water.
I feel so safe and loved here in his arms.
He reaches for the shampoo bottle and begins washing my hair. The feel of his fingers on my scalp is like pure heaven.
“Tilt your head back under the water,” he instructs.
I do as told and let the water wash the shampoo away. Without even being asked, Jake applies conditioner to my hair, knowing my thick hair needs it.
He combs the conditioner through my long hair to the ends with his fingers.
“I love you, totally and completely,” I say, looking at his perfect face. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“No need to thank me, baby. I want to take care of you. I kind of love you totally and completely too, you know.” He gives me one of his trademark beautiful smiles. Not the one for his adoring fans. No, these smiles are reserved for me only. As he is. Mine, and mine alone.
How did I ever get so lucky to get this beautiful man back in my life? He is everything that means perfect to me.
“I’m sorry I’m sick, spoiling our holiday,” I say.
“Hey.” He chucks my chin with his finger. “It’s not like you asked to be sick. I came here to spend time alone with you, sick or not. That’s what we’re doing, right?”
“Right,” I say with a smile. “You know…” I continue softly, adding a touch of seduction to my tone. “If I weren’t sick, I would so absolutely be on my knees right now, taking you in my mouth, sucking this water off you.”
I feel Jake tense, his grip on me tightening. “And I would have been so totally on board with that. When you’re better?”
“Absolutely.”
After our shower, Jake wraps me in a soft bath towel and carries me to the bedroom. He dries my skin with tenderness and precision, then dresses me in clean shorts and a vest and puts me back to bed and climbs in beside me.
Suddenly exhausted, I shuffle over, resting my head against his hard chest and closing my eyes. Jake’s arms wrap around me. Kissing my damp hair, he whispers, “Sleep, baby.”
And I do.


I wake to the sound of Jake’s hushed, angry voice coming from somewhere nearby.
“This is a f*ckin’ joke. I can’t believe this even happened. What are we paying these f*ckers for? Aren’t they supposed to notice shit like this early? I can’t believe it slipped through.”
Then I hear another male voice I don’t recognise.
“I know. I thought they were reliable. They’ve worked for us for years. Never missed a thing. I take full responsibility on this, Jake. I was the one who hired them.”
“No, it’s not your fault, Zane. It’s the shit who’s been skimming for the past six months. I swear, when I get my hands on that f*cker…”
Glancing around, I see it’s 7:30 a.m. on the clock. I can’t believe how long I’ve slept.
Feeling a whole lot better than yesterday, and wanting to find out what’s making Jake so angry, I climb out of bed and make my way to the living room.
I find him sitting at the dinner table, taking a video call on his laptop.
He looks up, his face taut, his eyes piercing blue, but they instantly soften.
Zane is still talking. “The accountant is still working on getting the exact amount, but he figures it sits around five hundred. When he gets back to me, I’ll call you straightaway.”
I see Jake’s jaw tighten. His eyes flicker from mine back to the screen. “Okay. I’ll speak to you later.”
Jake closes the laptop. “What are you doing out of bed?” he asks in a soft voice. Much softer than the tension lines around his eyes.
“I missed you.” Padding across the floor, I walk over to him.
He pushes his chair back, allowing me to climb in his lap. I snuggle my head into his chest. He smells of everything Jake—shower gel, cigarettes, and mint. I never thought I could love such a combination until him. But then I didn’t think I was capable of a lot of things until Jake.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Better than I did.”
“Are you hungry?”
I shake my head. The thought of food still makes me want to gag.
“Baby”—he presses a kiss to the top of my head, his hot breath blowing through my hair—“it’s been ages since you last ate; you really should try something. How about some toast?”
I tilt my head back, looking at his face. “Are you going to bug me until I eat something?”
“It’s quite likely.”
“Okay,” I say with a sigh. “I’ll try some toast.”
Jake picks his phone up off the table and calls through to the restaurant.


After eating breakfast on the terrace, Jake and I go down to the beach for a walk. The food has perked me up a bit.
I know he still has the call with Zane on his mind. He was notably quiet over breakfast, and he still is now.
I figure it’s something to do with the label. Something is going on there, and I want to know what.
“Are you ever going to tell me what that video call was about?”
Jake’s hand tightens around mine. “It was nothing.”
“Jake…,” I push.
“Look, it’s nothing big. We’ll talk about it later. You’re only just recovering from food poisoning, and we’re still on vacation.”
Stopping him, I come around and stand before him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
I tilt my head, looking up at him. “Nothing big, right? So why did you sound majorly pissed off when you were taking to that Zane guy?”
“I always sound pissed off when talking to the staff,” he says with a grin.
“Stop it,” I snap, taking a step back.
His brow furrows. “Stop what?”
“Stop shutting me out, Jake. I wish you would just talk to me. Tell me when something is going on. I might actually be able to help.”
Moving closer, he rests his arms on my shoulders, running his fingers into my hair. “I’m not trying to shut you out. I just don’t want you worrying about unnecessary things. There’s no point when I have a handle on it.”
“I worry more when I don’t know what’s going on. My imagination takes over, and you know how wild that can run.”
“I do,” he says tenderly, running his thumb down my cheek.
“Look, Jake, I just don’t want…” I let out a sigh. “I just don’t want things getting too hard for you, and for you to then…fall off the wagon, and for us to end up back where we did in Boston.”
His body stiffens. His eyes darken. “It won’t happen again. I already told you that. I’m not losing you again. I can’t.”
“I know. And I believe in you, I do. I just know I’d feel a whole lot better if you shared more with me, instead of keeping me out of the loop. I know you’re doing what you think is best for me, but you are what’s best for me—you happy and healthy.”
He leans down, hands holding my face, and presses his forehead against mine, closing his eyes.
For a moment, I stay still, just listening to his deep, contented breaths.
Sometimes I feel like Jake breathes through me. Because of me. That I’m the air he needs. And I breathe in the knowledge of his contentment within me.
“Someone’s been stealing money from the company.”
“What!” I lean back from him, air whooshing out of my lungs.
Jake sighs, then, taking my hand, he encourages me to sit down beside him on the sand.
“Someone’s been skimming for the past six months. And it’s not the money, Tru,” he says, exhaling. “I can take the hit for the cash. It’s just the fact that someone has f*ckin’ stolen from me. Stolen from what Jonny and I created.” He drags a hand through his hair. “It just feels like they’re pissing on his memory, you know?” He shrugs, then his shoulders hang heavily forward.
The pain in his voice slices through me.
I hate that after everything Jake has been through in his life, just when things are getting straight for him, someone does this to him. Anger burns in me, but I hide it. I don’t want him to know it’s affecting me. I want him to keep talking to me.
“I know, baby,” I say, taking his hand, trying to ease his pain and frustration. “Do you have any idea who it might be?”
“Not yet,” he says with a shake of his head. “We’re keeping this on the down low, not letting the staff know, so we can catch the f*cker out. With Zane on the case, it won’t be long before we know. That guy could sniff out shit in a garbage dump.”
“Who is Zane?” I ask.
He glances at me, confused. “Zane Fox. He’s the VP at the label.”
How do I not know this? I should know this. I’m soon going to marry this man, and I know so little about his business and the people who work for him. The knowledge makes me feel like crap.
“How long has Zane worked for you?” I trace my fingertip over his rough, calloused fingers.
“From the start. Jonny and I hired him when we set up the label. This is stinging him as much as it is me.”
Okay, mental note. Spend time getting to know Jake’s employees better. Except the one who’s ripping him off. That one I’ll happily kick the shit out of.
“You definitely think he’ll be able to get to the bottom of the theft without you there?”
“Yes.” He digs a finger into the sand and draws a deep line in it.
He doesn’t sound sure. I don’t think it’s because he lacks confidence in Zane. I think it’s because he feels like he’s somehow failing Jonny by letting this happen in the first place. He’s not there now sorting it because he’s here with me.
He’s been so tied up lately with me, with us, that his mind has been off his business. I know right now his loyalty is torn between me and his company.
I hate that more than I can express.
“We’re going back to LA,” I say.
“No, we’re not.” His tone is resolute.
Changing tack and looking for some leverage in my argument, I ask, “How much money has been taken?”
He shifts before he speaks, and looks out over the ocean. “The accountant figures about five hundred thousand dollars. I’m just waiting to get the exact figure from Zane once he’s spoken with the accountant again.”
“Five. Hundred. F*cking. Thousand. Dollars!” I gasp. “Someone has stolen five hundred thousand dollars from you?”
If I was angry before, I’m bloody raging now.
He slides me a look. “From the business, but basically, yes.”
“We need to go back to LA, Jake. You need to get back and sort this out.”
“No, we’re—”
“No,” I say firmly. “This is huge. This is fraud we’re talking about here. Fraud against your company. A huge amount of f*cking fraud! When did you find out about this?”
“Yesterday.”
I give him a pissed-off look. “You should have told me yesterday.”
“Tru, don’t be ridiculous, you were sick. Look I’m telling you now like you asked.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “I know you’re worried, which is exactly what I didn’t want, but here we are. No f*ckin’ way are we leaving this island for another three days. I’m on vacation with my girl—and no, you’re not keeping me from my business obligations,” he interjects, cutting me off with his finger to my lips when I open my mouth to protest. “Yes, the label is having some problems. Problems that Zane is more than capable of handling for another three days until I get back.”
Staring into my eyes, he traces his fingertip over my lower lip, tugging it down ever so slightly.
I watch his pupils dilate. And I feel the air instantly shift between us.
My nipples harden. I’m not wearing a bra under my vest, so they put on an obvious show to Jake.
His eyes darken further as they move downward, over my breasts.
“If you want to help me, Tru, then give me this time with you,” he says, his voice rough. “It’s what I need right now. You are what I need right now.”
Knowing exactly what Jake needs, and more than willing to give it to him, I climb onto his lap, straddling him. “Okay,” I say. “We’ll do this your way.”
Giving me a sexy smile, he rests his large hands on my behind. “What do you want to do today?” he asks with blatant sex in his voice.
I reach between us and palm him through his shorts. “I want you inside me—”
Apparently I don’t need to say anything more. Jake is on his feet in one swift move, taking me with him, and he carries me back to our villa in record time.
The instant we’re inside, he sets me down and tears my vest off. And yes, I mean he’s ripped it off.
F*ck, he’s strong, and it’s so totally hot.
My shorts and panties are next. Thankfully, they avoid a tearing, as he whips them down my legs in one go.
I’ve been stripped bare in a matter of seconds. Only Jake could make tearing my clothes off a show of how strong his love is for me.
I love that he can make me feel so wanted and cherished.
“F*ck, I’ve missed this…you.” His eyes devour me for long seconds, then his mouth is on mine. Taking me with him in a few strides, he has me flat on my back on the bed.
Moving down my body, he takes my nipple into his mouth and runs his tongue around it. Heat pools in my core, leaving me wet and wanting, and I moan with need and desire.
He grazes his teeth over my nipple, then moving down and off me, he kneels on the floor by the bed, grabs me by the thighs, and yanks me forward.
I gasp.
My legs are set to rest on his shoulders, and he slides a finger over my sex.
“So wet,” he rasps.
Knowing what he’s about to do, I close my eyes and let my head fall back into the comfort of the bed.
“Watch me,” he commands.
Inclining, resting up on my elbows, I look at him.
“I want you to watch me…make you come.”
Jake’s never asked me to watch him before. I don’t really care what’s made him ask—I’m just glad he did, because it’s so f*cking sexy. He’s so f*cking sexy.
Doing as he asks, I stay inclined and keep my eyes fixed on him.
I watch as he runs his tongue over his upper lip, like he tastes me already. His bright blue eyes darken to inky as he leans forward and puts his mouth close to my sex. Then he very slowly licks his tongue over my sensitive bud, all the while not moving his eyes from mine.
“Mmm, so sweet,” he murmurs.
I’m riveted.
Watching him tend to me in this way is mind-blowing. It elevates the sensation of his touch to a level I didn’t even know existed. It’s insanely sensual watching as Jake’s tongue moves over the most intimate part of me, in the most intimate way. What makes me nearly lose control is seeing the pleasure on his face while he’s doing it.
My hands fist in the sheets when he blows over my already sensitised *, driving the sensations higher and me wilder.
I want him inside me now.
Jake pushes a finger inside me as he continues to lick me to crazy with his tongue, and I instantly clench around it.
“You want it…my cock inside you?” he murmurs, sending vibrations humming over my sex.
“God, yes,” I moan.
His blue eyes flicker to mine, hitting me with his sex-hot gaze, as he pushes another finger in me and starts to f*ck me with them. Then he continues his sweet assault of my senses with his tongue.
“Ah, yes,” I breathe, clutching my own breast, the tension inside me building to insane. My core tightens in response to his maddening licks. “Yes, Jake…oh, please…right there…holy f*ck, I’m coming!” I suddenly cry out.
Like a bolt of lightning searing through me, the orgasm tears through my body, arching my back off the bed. Jake pins my hips down with his free hand, continuing to draw the orgasm out, while I move under him as he climaxes me to epic proportions.
I’ve gone two days without this, without him, and apparently I was ready. More ready than I had realised.
As the sensations ebb, I sag into the bed, replete and boneless.
In my hazy orgasmic vision, I see Jake peeling off his T-shirt and reaching for his shorts.
Forcing myself up, I stand on wobbly legs and stop his hands with mine.
“Let me.”
Jake is always pleasuring me. Now it’s my turn to please him.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. Pulling them down, I follow them on their journey, my knees hitting the floor the moment they do. Jake kicks them aside, while my gaze alights on his thick cock.
Without hesitation, I take him in my hand and place my lips over his crown, drawing him into my mouth.
“Jesus,” Jake groans, his body jerking at the feel of me around him. He grabs a fistful of my hair, steadying himself. “The feel of your mouth gets me every time, Tru, it’s so f*ckin’ warm…so soft.”
The silk and steeliness of him makes me moan.
I feel a shudder move through him.
I flicker my tongue on the underside, pull back slightly, lick the tip, then take him back in my mouth. I feel a burst of pre-cum hit my tongue.
Greedily swallowing it, I start to fist him farther into my mouth, sucking hard, taking in as much of him as I can.
“Tru, your mouth…so hot…you suck me so good.”
Pleased that I’m pleasing him, I brace my hand against his hard thigh, relaxing my jaw, taking even more of him in my mouth.
“F*ck,” he growls. Taking hold of my head with his other hand, knotting his fingers into my hair, he starts to f*ck my mouth.
“God…Tru…ah, we need to stop…I’m, ah, Jesus…I’m gonna come.” He starts to pull back, trying to remove himself from my mouth. But I want him to come in my mouth. I’ve missed the taste of him.
I tighten my hold on his thigh, removing my hand from his cock, gripping his other thigh, trying to keep him in place, letting him know my intention.
“No, baby, you’ve been sick, you don’t need me coming in your mouth.”
I glance up at him.
He shakes his head gently, running his fingers down my cheek. “Next time. Right now, I just want to come inside that gorgeous body of yours.”
I give him one last remembering suck, then let him guide me to my feet.
Jake’s eyes are blazing. I know how hard it must have been for him to stop.
I run my tongue over my upper lip. Jake’s eyes follow it.
“Where do you want me?” I whisper.
He inhales sharply. “Bend over and brace your hands against the wall.” There’s no conversation in his tone.
Loving the command, legs trembling, I do exactly as he says. I bend over and place my palms flat against the wall by the bed, more than ready.
I feel Jake move behind me. He nudges my legs farther apart with his knee, then I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance.
“I’m gonna f*ck you, baby. Hard. You ready?” I don’t have to see him to know his teeth are gritted together, that his restraint is almost gone.
Keen, I push my hips back against him. “What are you waiting for?”
Jake grabs hold of my hips and slams into me in one swift move, jolting me forward.
“F*ck,” he bites out.
I steady myself against the wall as Jake pulls my hips back.
He eases out of me, then drives into me again with a long, hard thrust. I can’t help the loud moan that escapes me.
Jake’s grip on me tightens to near pain, holding me in place, but I don’t care. I need this. I need him.
“Talk to me in Spanish, sweetheart,” he growls.
A smile sweeps my lips. Knowing exactly what this does to him, I comply readily. “No me jodas más, Jake. Harder!”
Jake loves the Puerto Rican in me, and the sound of me speaking Spanish drives him crazy.
Any reserve he had left is gone, and he starts f*cking me hard and ruthless, talking sex to me. “Jesus, Tru, you’re so f*ckin’ sexy with that dirty mouth of yours. You feel so f*ckin’ tight and hot. I’m so hard…f*cking you deep…”
I can feel him growing even bigger inside me, hitting that spot, the one hidden deep within me. It’s only ever been touched by Jake, and I know he’s getting near.
He moves his hand around to my sex and rubs my * with his finger, urging me on to another orgasm.
My muscles start to tighten and spasm as he thrusts his big cock in and out of me.
“Come, Tru. Now.”
My body bows to his command, and I climax in a lust-fuelled haze of his dominance, my core tightening around him.
I feel him shudder. “F*ck, Tru!” he cries out, and I feel the heat of him spurt into me, his hips jerking, ramming into me, as he fills me with his semen.
When he’s given everything to me, Jake brushes my hair aside and lays his chest against my back, resting his hands over mine against the wall.
“You okay?” he asks softly, kissing my shoulder, his teeth gently grazing my skin.
“I’m better than okay.”
He shifts his hips, and I can feel that he’s still semihard inside me.
“You’re not done?” I push back against him, smiling.
“I’ve not even started. I’ve gone two days without being inside you.” His arm comes around my waist. Sliding out of me, he spins me around to face him, yanking me up hard against his body. “I intend to make up on that time and spend the rest of the day inside you, f*cking you senseless, until neither of us can walk.”
“Is that a promise?”
“You bet your sweet ass it is,” he growls as he picks me up and throws me down onto the bed, climbing on top of me.