Like him and I was a different lifetime ago.
But when he steps back into it … I guess I just don’t know.
Still, no matter how I feel, I will do the right thing. I will tell Will about me and Jake. I just have to find the right moment.
I move my mouth close to Jake’s, but instead of kissing his lips, I dip my head and kiss the scar on his chin, pressing my lips gently to it.
He sharps in a breath.
I run my tongue over his rough stubble, upwards, until my mouth finds his.
He grabs a hand full of my hair, holding me to him.
“You’re mine, Tru. I’m not sharing you with him anymore.”
“I’m yours,” I murmur into his mouth.
I just feel so utterly intoxicated by him, and in this moment I am his, completely.
Jake pushes me back onto the bed, grabs a condom from the nightstand and has it on in moments.
He slides himself inside me, no hesitation. I groan as I feel him fill me completely, like only he can.
He kisses me hard on the mouth, and then rolls onto his back taking me with him, putting me on top.
I start to move slowly, up and down, my hands placed on his toned stomach.
“Fuck, Tru,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips, as he lifts his, meeting me, pushing himself deeper inside.
“I want to,” I breathe, meeting his eyes, biting down on my lip.
Jake has me on my back again, in one swift move, taking my breath with it.
And then things get urgent and heated, and hard.
I’m hips up, meeting his thrusts, hands splayed on his back, fingers digging into his muscle, gripping him, while Jake fucks me like I want him to.
“Oh God, Jake,” I moan. “Harder. I want it harder.”
“You’ll tell him about us tomorrow.” He slams into me, his teeth gritted. He’s not asking.
“I’ll tell him.” I’d say anything right now if it means he’ll keep doing this with me – to me.
“I won’t share you anymore,” he repeats, as he continues driving into me over and over again. “You belong to me.”
“Yes,” I cry out.
When we find our release together, Jake holds me tight to him, his face buried in my neck. Almost like it’s the last time he’s going to hold me.
And I lay here, confused, trembling on the inside from the intensity of it all. Of the intensity of his feelings for me.
I hadn’t realised they were so deep. Or that Jake was quite so possessive.
Chapter Sixteen
I wake to the sound of knocking on my hotel door. A glance at the clock tells me it’s 9.15am.
I wonder who the hell that is?
Jake is wrapped around me like a sheet. I disentangle myself from him. He groans and rolls over in his sleep.
I pull my robe on and pad my way toward the main door. I peer through the peep hole, and my heart stops in my chest.
It’s Will.
Will is standing outside my door, and Simone is with him, and Jake is in my bed – holy fuck!
Holy fucking fuckety shit!
For a moment, I literally don’t know what to do.
Then Will knocks at the door again. A little louder this time.
I take a couple of quiet steps back, then turning I run into the bedroom.
“Jake,” I whisper, shaking him. “Wake up.”
He blinks open heavy eyes.
“Will is here, outside the door! Here now!” I hiss.
He blinks again as my words register. Then very slowly, he sits up.
He doesn’t look panicked in the least. Me, I’m absolutely shitting myself, but Jake seems quiet leisurely about it.
“You’ve have to hide.” I pull on his arm, glancing around the room, my eye catching sight of the bathroom door.
“What?”
“Hide. You need to hide in the bathroom. Will is here outside the door.”
I run around gathering up his clothes. I shove them in his arms, and try to pull him off the bed. He’s reluctance is apparent.
“You want me to hide in the fuckin’ bathroom?” His tone is less than encouraging.
“Ssh, keep your voice down, he’ll hear you.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he says audible.
Oh no.
“Please, Jake. I can’t let him find out this way. Not when he’s come all this way to see me. I will tell him, soon. But not like this. Please.” I try to urge him off toward the bathroom again.
Another knock. Louder, more insistent this time.
Jake glances in the direction of the knocking, then looks back to me giving me a hard, unforgiving stare.
I stare back with pleading eyes.
He gets to his feet and storms in the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him.
My head is an absolute mess.
I quickly make my way toward the door. Smoothing my hair down, I take a deep breath, then swing the door open.
“Surprise!” Will and Simone sing in unison.
“Arghh!” I cry out in fake-Oscar-worthy-surprise.
Will throws his arms around me, enveloping me into a big hug.
His scent washes over me, musky and minty, and I almost break down crying on the spot.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he says, holding me tight.
“I missed you too,” I murmur. I can’t stop the tears that fill my eyes.