Chapter Thirty-Three

Avery

Jake had a late meeting with a client who had flown in to meet specifically with him. I had picked up takeout for dinner and was planning on a nice, quiet evening. Yesterday and today had been very calm and easy. I should have known it was the calm before the storm. I checked the mail and tossed it on the kitchen counter. After dishing up some orange chicken and fried rice, I sat at the counter and started to sort through the mail. It was surreal to be getting mail at the new address. Jake told me I had to change my address or no one was going to buy our story.

I hadn’t changed my name, though. I had argued that plenty of women kept their name in this day and age. The man actually seemed offended by the idea. I wasn’t quite ready to make anything real. If we didn’t get Iris, the whole marriage would be a joke anyway.

A letter addressed to Jake and me caught my eye. I picked it up and stared at the return address. “Oh no,” I whispered.

I ripped open the official letter and felt my heart plummet into my stomach. Our hearing was Friday. In two days, we would learn our fate. That had happened fast. Too fast, in my opinion, to be a good thing. Janice had followed through on her promise. She wasn’t going to let us have Iris. I could feel it in my bones.

I checked the time and hoped Jake would be home soon. I was going to go crazy stressing out over the letter and what it meant. I knew he was going to tell me it would all be fine; his lawyer would handle it.

I heard the door open and rushed into the foyer, carrying the letter with me.

“It’s Friday! We have a hearing on Friday!” I was waving the letter, acting like a crazy woman.

“What?”

I handed him the letter. He quickly read it and put it on the small table. “Okay. Well I for one am glad to have this coming to an end. This will tell us what we’re going to do next.”

“Jake! What if we don’t win?”

He shrugged. “Then the lawyer steps in and does his thing. It’s going to be okay.”

He stepped toward me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. I didn’t know whether I want to cry or yell in frustration.

“Relax,” he murmured close to my ear before kissing the top of my head.

I turned to look at him and could see warmth and comfort in his eyes. I felt safe in his arms. A feeling of calm washed over me as he held me close. I could feel my heart melting, and I knew I was in trouble. The man had stolen my heart. I was in big trouble. In the moment, I didn’t care. I needed the security he gave me. His lips touched mine, gently at first before things quickly changed.

I practically crawled up his body, needing him like I had never needed him before. He must have understood what I was asking for. He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to our bedroom. I never, not for a second, thought about stopping it. I wanted the man in every way.

Once we were in our bedroom, he stopped in the middle of the room and turned to me. I waited for him to throw me on the bed or push me against the wall. I was game.

Instead, he reached out and slowly began to unbutton my blouse. His gaze held mine the entire time. I felt the shirt drop open. One hand ran over my stomach and between my breasts before coming to hold my cheek. He leaned down and kissed me with such passion, I nearly fainted.

He held my face, his thumb stroking over my cheek as he lovingly kissed me with a different kind of passion. I reached out and put my hand in his hair, pulling him closer to me. I needed his skin against mine. I moved to undo the buttons on his shirt, quickly getting frustrated with the tiny things. When I finally got them all undone, I reached up and pushed his shirt down his arms, all while his mouth stayed on mine.

My hands roamed over his chest, squeezing his pecs before moving to his back and pulling him against me. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, kicking up my desire another notch. I fumbled with his belt while his hands moved to the back of my skirt to unzip it.

I soon found myself standing in my bra and panties. He took a step back and shucked his pants, his eyes moving over my body.

“You’re beautiful.”

I stood there, waiting for him to make a move. Instead, he just stared with such intensity, I could practically feel him touching me. Goosebumps popped up all over my skin.

He reached out and trailed a finger down my arm before taking my hand and pulling me toward the bed. I willingly and very eagerly followed, practically jumping on the bed.

He grinned. “In a hurry?”

I nodded. “Yes. I need you.”

He leaned over me. “I need you, too.”

“Take me. I’m yours,” I heard myself say.

His mouth closed over mine, pressing my head into the mattress as his body hovered inches above mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him against my center, needing to feel his dick. I moaned when his chest pressed against mine. His hot skin felt like fire. I gyrated under him, spurring him on. The man seemed determined to take his sweet time.

His face moved down, kissing a hot trail down my neck. I arched my back, demanding he give my breasts some attention. He slid his hand under my back, and with a flick of his fingers, my bra was unsnapped and being pulled away. His mouth closed over my nipple.

“Oh, Jake,” I moaned, feeling heat spread across my body.

His mouth moved to my other nipple, which he gently suckled before running his teeth across the tender flesh. I looked down and watched his head trail down my stomach. He used his muscular arms to slide me up the bed, lining my pussy up with his face. I leaned back and closed my eyes, lost in the sensations coursing through my body. I felt my panties being pulled away and waited for the first touch. It was nothing more than a feathery kiss across my lower lips. That single, whispery touch of his lips against mine was nearly my undoing.

When his fingers rubbed over me before gently parting my lips, I stiffened in anticipation. I was so hot. I knew I was going to come with the first touch of his tongue against me.

“Jake, I’m so close,” I said, my voice strangled.

“I know, babe. I know.”

I whimpered, waiting for him to lick my pussy. I could feel his breath close.

“Jake?” I asked.

His mouth moved to my inner thigh. He kissed, then licked, and then nibbled. I could feel my pussy seeping, my legs bent, opening myself wider, hoping he would find his way back to my core. His fingers held my pussy open but never went inside. His mouth moved to my other thigh, repeating the action. When his teeth clamped down, he slid a finger inside me. The pleasure-pain combo sent me reeling over the edge.

His mouth moved to my pussy and lapped at the juices pouring out of me as I bucked up against his face with a violent orgasm.

He slid up my body, trailing kisses over my stomach before lavishing my nipples with his tongue. I reached down and pushed his briefs down over his hips before using my toes to pull them all the way down.

He chuckled against my mouth. “That’s very talented. Do you want something?”

“I want you inside me.”

He smiled and moved to kiss my neck, sucking and nibbling, stirring up another orgasm. The man’s mouth was dangerous.

He rolled onto his back. “Ride me.”

It was a new one for us. The man had always been very dominating during sex, which I loved. This new position would give me all the power. I climbed on top of him and immediately took advantage of my new vantage point to stare down at his glorious chest and abs. My hands ran over the many tattoos before I dropped my mouth to his chest and used my tongue to trace the outlines.

“Babe?” He groaned.

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to throw you on this bed and fuck you senseless if you don’t sit on my dick real soon. Your tongue is driving me mad,” he said.

I chuckled against his flesh, reached one hand between my legs, and grabbed his dick. “You’re rock-hard.”

He jerked upward. “I know. Fuck me. Please.” He groaned as I slid my hand down his shaft and then back up.

“I want to give you pleasure like you give me,” I whispered, bending close to nibble at his ear.

“I’ll die.”

“You’ll die happy,” I murmured against his neck, sucking and biting as I went.

“I can’t!”

His hands moved to my hips, and with a force that shocked me, he yanked my butt down toward him, shoving me onto his dick and pushing high inside me. In unison, we shouted, “Fuck!”

Neither of us moved for several long seconds. My pussy was contracting around him, adjusting to the surprise impalement. Each contraction sent electric shocks radiating through my body.

“Damn, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, his jaw clenched.

I sat up, changing the angle of his cock inside me and touching new nerve endings. I shuddered with pleasure. I rocked forward and then pushed back, taking him in deep.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re so hot. Sexy as fuck. Fuck me.” He closed his eyes again.

“Oh, yes, I am so going to fuck you,” I said with a saucy grin.

He looked as if he were in pain as I rolled my hips and sucked him deep inside me. I moved back and forth in a slow rhythm. His hand reached up, cupping my breasts, then squeezing, encouraging me to move faster. I happily obliged. I began rocking faster and faster. His hands dropped to my hips, pulling me back and forth as if he were sawing a log. My boobs were bouncing up and down as I rode the man as if he were my wild, untamed horse.

The headboard hit the wall. The entire bed was moving in time with our rapid fucking. I blocked out the sound and focused on the dick inside my body.

“Fuck!” he shouted from below. “Go. Harder. Faster!”

I was lost. My body felt possessed. I couldn’t stop myself. I was running toward an invisible light, and I wasn’t going to stop until I reached it. My heart was racing as I pushed myself harder, driving myself impossibly farther onto his dick.

A low moan that started somewhere in my toes crawled up through my body, escaping through my lips in a long, keening sound.

Then, everything exploded in a burst of light. I screamed as I finally reached the finish line. My body stopped moving, every muscle clenched as the orgasm ripped through me. My thighs squeezed against his chest as my back arched. His hips jerked upward, nearly sending me flying into the wall, once and then once again.

I heard him shout and knew he had found his release. I collapsed against his chest, unable to catch my breath. His body rocketed into me several more times with uncontrollable jerking motions. Then he stopped moving for several seconds. I feared I had killed him, but when his hands started rubbing my back, I knew he was alive and well. He continued to stroke my back and down my legs, moving back up to my hair as he calmed me down with his slow, gentle touch.

“You good?” he asked softly.

I moaned, not quite ready to form words.

I felt his chuckle under my cheek, which was pressed against his chest. I made a move to roll off him.

“No. Don’t. Stay right here,” he whispered, tightening his arms around me.

“Okay,” I said against his chest.

I could hear his heart beating strong in his chest. It was such a soothing sound. I never wanted to move my ear. I realized I wanted to hear that sound for a long time to come. I wasn’t sure what the future held for us, but I hoped we were together. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I heard a voice telling me this was not meant to last. We had some fun, but life would go back to normal. This was a fling, a way to pass the time while we waited to hear our fate.

I rolled off him and stared up at the ceiling. He rolled to his side, his face close to my ear.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

I sighed. “Yep. A lot on my mind.”

He put an arm across my stomach and squeezed me close. “It’s going to be okay.”

I nodded. I didn’t think it would be, and it had nothing to do with the custody situation. I had gone and lost my heart to him, and he was still the same old Jake.

I was a fool.