“That felt good,” I say on a moan, my insides squeezing him tight around me.
“Too good,” Jake mutters, and this time when he drives forward, he doesn’t stop. Three deep, forceful thrusts and he’s groaning long and hard, hips grinding and face buried in my neck.
So this is sex.
My first time was at the beach in the back of Jake’s car. A grin spreads across my face. He feels my mirth and draws back to look down at me.
“What?”
My grin widens. “We just did it on the backseat of your car.”
“Shit,” he mutters. “This was not how I ever imagined making love to you, Mackenzie Valentine.”
“You imagined this?”
“All the time.”
“Even after years of not hearing from you at all?”
Jake closes his eyes for a brief moment and swallows before he opens them again. “Can we not do this right now?”
My eyes spark fire. “What, now with your cock inside me isn’t a good time for you?”
MAC
I just had sex. Me. Mackenzie Valentine. I squirm a little in the front passenger seat, my body parts sore and throbbing. We’re driving back to Jake’s place and with the humidity rampant, both windows are down. A wild breeze blows through the car.
I turn to look at him as he drives. One tattooed arm controls the steering wheel and the other rests outside the open window. Jake looks mussed and sexy and completely carefree. A wide grin splits my face.
“What?” Jake asks, glancing across at me before turning back to the road. A grin curves the corners of his lips.
I shove the windblown hair off my face.
“Nothing,” I reply when right then it’s everything.
I turn my focus out the window, unable to stop smiling. I’m alive. Relaxed. Happy.
Sex is not how I imagined it. It’s messy and awkward, but it’s so intimate, as if in a single moment we became one person. Jake is right. It should have been special. Planned. But with him all my plans seem to get tossed right out the window. I become reckless and lose my mind. It’s a good feeling.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” he says without taking his eyes from the road.
“Me either.”
“We should do it again.”
Again? The idea sends my body into overdrive. I’ve always imagined my first time, but it never went further than that. Now I’m quickly realising that this is something we can do every day. My insides quiver and the throbbing between my legs intensifies at a rapid pace. “When?”
Jake indicates before turning left into a tiled driveway. A frown forms. The house is unexpected. It’s imposing and beautiful despite the front lawn being overrun with cars. The gardens are chaotic, but the scent of jasmine in the stifling heat is rich and sweet. The address is also not the last house on my list. If I hadn’t stumbled across Jake while hitchhiking, I would never have found him.
He turns off the ignition and looks at me with heat in his eyes. “Now.”
My heart rate escalates. “Now?”
Jake reaches behind and plucks my bag off the back passenger seat. There’s no centre console in his car. The front seat runs all the way along and when he opens his car door, he grabs my hand and pulls me out his side.
The front door is timber and wide. It swivels inward as we step inside and through to the living area. The space features three long leather couches. They’re black and occupied by three guys who are passing a joint around. The air is thick with smoke and makes my throat burn.
One of them glances up at our arrival and does a double take. He’s built with blond hair that hangs in his eyes. He exhales a deep plume of smoke, his green eyes widening on my face.
I know him, though I have no idea what he’s doing here. He spent one year at my high school before disappearing like smoke. He used to hang with a crowd of motorcycle heathens, the kind my brothers would lock me up for if I were caught talking to them.
“Luke,” I say. “Luke Fox.”
His gaze drops, assessing my hand clasped inside Jake’s. A furrow creases his forehead when he looks back up. “Mackenzie Valentine.”
“You two know each other?” Jake asks.
Luke’s gaze shoots to Jake, his eyes wide. “She’s your princess?”
“Wait, what?” Jake had mentioned me?
Brows rise all around the room and I don’t understand it. Luke passes the joint toward the guy next to him and gives Jake his full attention. “Does this mean you win the—”
Jake’s grip on my hand tightens. “Not now, Little Fox.”
“Little?” I almost laugh. Luke is huge.
Jake points to Luke. “Little Fox.” Then he points to the guy beside him. An older version of Luke with cool eyes. “Big Fox.”
“For the record…” Luke’s palm goes to his junk and he winks “…I’m not little.”
Jake rolls his eyes as if he’s heard the line a thousand times before. “So how do you know each other?”
“Luke went to my school. We were in grade seven together.”
“Small world,” Luke adds then cocks his head, eyes crinkling curiously. “How did you meet Mac?”
Jake’s response is unexpected. “We used to be neighbours.”
“Didn’t know you lived in Sydney, Romero.”
Jake shrugs. “I used to.”
“Didn’t know it was the famous Mackenzie Valentine who stole your heart either. I should’ve known. I tried pinning the girl down all school year, but her brothers guarded her like she was the crown jewel of England.” Luke’s gaze shifts to me and he winks again. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
My hackles rise at the endearment. “I’m not your sweetheart.”
“I guess you aren’t.” He looks at Jake. “I’m impressed, Romero. You’ve got balls the size of King Kong to take on the Valentine clan and survive.”
Neither of us mention that my so-called Valentine clan don’t quite know I’m here. From the way Jake squeezes my hand, I figure I should keep quiet about it too. “I guess that’s something you wouldn’t know about, is it, Luke?”
Jake snorts with laughter. Even Luke cracks a grin. “And a pity that is too, isn’t it?” He gifts me with a wistful sigh as his eyes trail down my legs and back up again. “We could’ve had it all, you and me.”
“Put your dick away,” Jake retorts before I can say the exact same thing. “Mac doesn’t want your STDs.”
Laughter fills the living area. “Don’t listen to him, Mac,” Luke says in an overly serious tone. “I’m still a virgin.”
My cheeks warm in an instant. Luke is only teasing, but I’m not a virgin as of an hour ago and the reminder makes me hot.
Jake squeezes my hand again. I turn my head. He’s looking at me, his eyes hotter than my cheeks. We share a small smile that can only be described as goofy.
“Well this was fun,” Jake says and leads me down the hallway of the house, away from Luke and the smoky haze.
“Say hi to your brothers for me, Mac!” Luke yells after us. “I remember them fondly!”