“Relax, baby. Just let it happen,” he pled. “Please... I need to feel you.”
I relaxed my legs as Jake reached his arms around my neck and pressed down on my shoulders, driving into me over and over again. His strokes were hard and furious. He filled me as deep as he could and when he couldn’t get any deeper he’d circle his hips like he needed even more of me.
We had all of each other, and yet still we wanted more. So, I asked for it.
“More,” I begged him. I squeezed him with every muscle I had inside. I’d been waiting so long to feel again, I needed it all.
“I love it when you beg.” His words were like another set of fingers massaging all the right places.
“More,” I said again. Louder this time.
“Always.” Jake gave me all he had, picking up his pace and slamming into me, sparking the flame between us with each wild stroke until we were both yelling into the night. “Come, baby. Let me feel you come around my cock,” he growled.
My legs shot out from beneath me as I felt the pressure start to take me under. Jake held my gaze as the white hotness returned, this time even bigger than before, rolling in on waves that never seemed to end until the flames ignited in one powerful explosion. I pulsed around Jake until he pushed deep into me one last time. I felt his ass clench under my hands. He hardened even more, if that was even possible, and twitched inside me. Then, he held my gaze and cried out my name as he spilled himself into me.
Before that very moment, I had thought the sight of Jake on his bike was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. That was no longer true. From that day forward, nothing could compare to the sight of Jake coming.
And nothing ever would.
I felt his heart beating though the pulsing of his cock.
“I love you, Bee. So much it fucking hurts.” It was the last thing he said before closing his eyes and giving in to his exhaustion.
Our bodies throbbed and hummed together as we came down from the high of our orgasms. Jake was still inside me when I fell asleep.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
FEAR KEPT ME FROM LOOKING UP. I was afraid if I glanced into his eyes I would throw myself at his mercy, beg him to stay here with me and lose my shit entirely. I looked at the shell driveway instead and shuffled my feet nervously, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. Jake ran his knuckles down my cheek. I leaned into his touch that just weeks ago would have sent me running at full speed.
It was still dark out— only one a.m. according to the alarm clock when we woke up. I was standing outside in my orange pajama pants and a white tank.
No hoodie.
No sleeves.
I was tired of hiding, at least in front of Jake. How I felt in public remained to be seen.
“I like this look,” Jake said, smiling down at me.
“Yeah, I was thinking tomorrow I would just wear a thong and nothing else.”
Jake raised his eyebrows.
“You fucking save that shit for when I get back.” He winked at me and went back inside to grab the last of his things from the table. When he came back out the old screen door creaked the protest I felt. “You know what I was thinking?”
“What’s that?”
“You know how much you love my tattoos?” Where was he going with this?
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you just embrace your scars and work them into some tattoos?”
“Jake, it’s most of my body. I would be one of those freaks on the believe-it-or-not shows.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I’m not saying get a full body piece, wise-ass. And I’m not saying you have anything to cover up or be ashamed of. I was just thinking instead of wearing sleeves, you could just get a full tattoo sleeve on your arm... make the scars part of the story, on your own terms.”
“Really?” I’d never even thought of inking over them.
“Just something to think about. Besides, it’d be kinda hot.”
“I knew you had another reason.” I pretend punched him in the arm.
Jake put his hands in the air like he was surrendering. “No other reason. I just want my girl to be as comfortable in her own skin as possible. I want you to be happy.”
“You know what? I think I’m actually getting there.” I smiled and I felt it all the way to my toes. It was the closest I’d ever been to being happy in my entire life. I had some work to do, but I was getting there slowly, with Jake’s help. I saw a light at the end of the tunnel I’d never seen before.
I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to be stuck with the mental image of him leaving to play over and over again in my brain until he returned.
He walked over to me and tilted my chin up to him. “Hey,” he said. “Open your eyes.”
Reluctantly, I obeyed. Jake stared down at me with a smile that reached all the way to his ears. There was no monster lurking in his eyes now, no sign of the killer within. He didn’t have the look of a man who was leaving me to complete a kill contract.
But he was.