Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Jake was sitting up at the edge of our bed, about to get up. His hair was getting longer and was sticking out in all directions. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and was sporting a five o’clock shadow. Some might call it messy, but to me, he looked hot as hell, better than ever. I had the perfect view of the tribal tattoo on the side of his torso, the one that always teased me. His skin was more tan than usual from working out in the yard, payment to his sister for letting us live here for the time being. My attraction to him had only grown stronger over time, but lately I had been depressed, stuck inside my own head, self-conscious and had stopped giving him what he needed. Right now, though, I was seeing things very clearly, almost too much so, feeling possessive and wanting him to make love to me more than anything. It felt like my mind was coming out of a fog. It had been a while since I had really showed him how much I wanted him. I was not going to let him leave here with any shred of doubt about that.
“Hey,” I nudged his back with my foot.
He turned to me and put his hand on my leg, rubbing it gently. His voice was groggy. “Hey…I thought you were sleeping.”
“Don’t leave just yet. Stay.”
He saw the look on my face, and his eyes bugged out of his head. “Are you sure?”
I pulled the sheets off of myself revealing my fully naked body. He hadn’t seen me like that, in the light of day, in months. “Yes. Get over here.”
He let out a long unsteady breath, and within seconds, he was on top of me. His skin was warm, and he was fully hard as he covered me with soft kisses from my neck down to my stomach. “I have been dying, baby. I missed this. I missed you. God…I love…your body,” he whispered in between breaths, kissing his way back up to my mouth.
I wanted to tell him how badly I missed this too but couldn’t speak, having become completely absorbed in him once his lips covered mine. The kiss started out slow, then he nudged my mouth open greedily, and it became desperate as if we were competing with each other to prove who wanted the other more.
He broke away just long enough to say, “I need to be inside of you…right now…please…”
I nodded through our kiss, and he spread my legs open, entering me without further permission. I gasped at the feeling, made more intense by weeks of absence. I had been cruel, undeserving of this reward…of him. It felt better than I ever remembered it.
It had been too damn long.
He moved inside of me fast and hard; there was no option to be gentle after the long torturous wait I had put him through. He groaned deeply from the back of his throat, and it was loud. He bit my shoulder to stifle the sounds of his pleasure, defeating the purpose, because the feel of his teeth biting into me made me moan even louder than he had.
Then, as if on cue, came the cries from across the room.
No.
No.
No.
Not yet.
Jake spoke into my neck and pushed deeper into me in retaliation. “Fuck…not now. I can’t stop.”
The crying became louder.
“Shit. Jake…I have to get him. He never woke up for his four-am feeding. He’s hungry.”
“So am I,” he said hoarsely in my ear. Still inside of me, his movements slowed as he conceded defeat, eventually pulling out.
“I know…I’m sorry.”
I searched for my robe as Jake got up, threw his pants on and walked over to the corner of the room, lifting our son out of the crib. A.J.’s dark hair was sticking up, wild and crazy, just like his daddy’s. Jake kissed him on the head. “I love you, you little cockblocker.”
I laughed as I sat up against the headboard and grabbed the Boppy pillow, as he handed me the baby and placed him on my breast. A.J. immediately started suckling, and I was glad at least one of my guys was happy for the moment.
He sat next to me, and we both looked down at our son in awe, then up at each other. Jake’s unsatisfied desire for me still shown all over his eyes when they met mine. He caressed my other breast gently with the back of his index finger. “You have never looked more beautiful to me as you do right now,” he said before laying his head on my shoulder.
I wanted so badly to pick up in the shower where we left off, once A.J had been fed, but Jake was already running late. On top of that, I had asked him to come home early, because we would be leaving for a visit to New York this afternoon. It would be our first time back since A.J was born.