Chapter Thirty-Six

Jake

Yesterday had been busy. I met with George and his team of lawyers and now felt a lot better. I liked having a small army to back me up. I had played it their way; now I was doing it my way. Avery had gone over to Sally’s for a while. I knew she was going stir crazy. It was hard to sit around and wait. I had stayed busy working on the coding for my program.

I was still trying to figure out how to tell her I wanted her to stick around, no matter how it all turned out. I wanted her in my life. I was willing to move or do whatever it took to make her happy. If that meant living in Phoenix, I was ready. I had been so close to telling her how I felt on Friday, and then I chickened out. That night in bed, I had tried, and again, the words got lodged in my throat. Yesterday, it had been the same story. Every time I tried to tell her, I froze up.

I was making her breakfast, something I hadn’t done yet since we had started living together. I wanted it to be a surprise and hoped like hell I would find the courage to tell her what was on my mind. It could very well be our last day together. If I didn’t tell her, it would be. We hadn’t worked out what would happen when we got Iris. I wasn’t sure if Avery would move into another room or what the family dynamic was going to be.

If we didn’t get Iris, I had a feeling she would be packing up and moving back to Sally’s house.

“You have to tell her,” I said, beating the eggs in a bowl.

“What’d you say?” Avery asked from behind me, startling me and nearly making me drop the bowl of eggs.

I cleared my throat and turned around to look at her. She looked gorgeous with her bedhead and nothing but a T-shirt on.

“I love you.” I blurted out the words so fast, I didn’t have time to think about it.

She stood there, her mouth open, and then she began to cry.

I realized I had shouted the words. It wasn’t exactly what I had planned when I made up my mind to tell her. The tears were definitely not what I had been expecting. Laughter or a return of the words was what I had prepared for. Tears, not so much.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I wanted to tell you I love you. I want to be with you. We’re going to get through this, and once it’s all settled, I want to stay with you. Don’t leave me.” I croaked out the words, feeling a little foolish and a lot vulnerable.

She was looking at me, shaking her head as the tears flowed.

I set down the bowl of eggs and switched off the burner before walking toward her.

“Avery?”

She looked at me and smiled, tears still sliding down her cheeks. “I love you, too.”

I froze mid-stride. I couldn’t believe I had heard her correctly. The tears were throwing me off, but then I remembered Avery tended to cry whenever she was feeling strong emotions. It suddenly made sense.

I reached out and grabbed her, kissing her cheeks and then covering her mouth with my own. Her body melted into mine. The moment quickly transformed from sweet and romantic to fiercely passionate. I needed to prove to her how much I loved her, and the best way I knew how was through sex. I wanted her to see how much I loved all of her.

I grabbed her and yanked her up my body. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. I took a few steps forward and turned to deposit her on the smooth granite surface of the breakfast bar. I was about to enjoy the best breakfast a man could have.

I yanked her shirt up and over her head, leaving her sitting on the counter in nothing but a pair of hot pink panties. I ran my hands over her breasts before closing down over one nipple. I suddenly had a voracious appetite, and the only thing that would satisfy my craving was her body. I felt ravenous, sucking and pulling her nipple with my mouth while my hands cupped her breasts.

Her hands were in my hair and running down my bare back. I had pulled on a pair of shorts when I’d gotten out of bed and nothing else. I was glad I had skipped the clothing. I wanted her skin next to mine. I sucked on one nipple, pulling it far into my mouth. Her head dropped back, and her nails scoured my back. My throbbing dick jumped to attention, ready to be buried in her hot pussy.

I moved my hands to her panties, yanking them down hard and fast. The moment I managed to get them off, I used one hand to push her flat on her back, her legs dangling over the counter. She looked like the best meal I had ever seen. I was going to consume every inch of her body. I moved my mouth to the inside of her knee before trailing hot, wet kisses up the inside of her thigh, jumping over her pussy and down the other thigh.

Her chest was rising and falling as she dragged in heavy breaths.

“Jake.” She called out my name, and it was the sweetest sound I had ever heard.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here,” I said, running my fingers over her slit before spreading her wide and taking my first taste. She was sweet and spicy and all mine. For the first time in my life, I felt extremely possessive. The woman was mine. I wanted her to know with every fiber in her body that she belonged to me.

I lapped at her folds, pushing my tongue inside her hot sheath before using my teeth to grab that hard little kernel that I knew would make her come. She spurted juices as her body thrashed on the counter. I stood up, putting my fingers inside and watching as she writhed. It was the most erotic scene I had ever borne witness to.

Her eyes opened, and she looked up at me, my fingers still deep inside her pussy.

“Watch me finger fuck you. This pussy is mine. I know how to work it. I know how to make you come. I’m the only one who will ever do this to you.”

She nodded her head. “Yes.”

“Say it. I’m your man.”

“You’re my man. Only you can make me feel this good.” She moaned as I pushed a second finger inside.

“Damn straight. I’m going to make you come again and again.”

I slid my fingers out and ran them over her clit, rubbing until she was quivering before me. Using the pad of my thumb, I rolled over her sweet spot and watched her back arch. I held pressure on the spot before pushing a finger in.

“Jake.” She was panting.

I smiled, loving how her body responded to my touch. I rubbed again, using more pressure before pushing higher into her. Her body bent like a bow before she began to come on my finger. I could feel her pussy contract and pushed a second finger inside, giving her something to squeeze.

Once her body collapsed flat against the counter, I moved between her legs and pulled her up to a sitting position. I used one hand to guide my cock to her entrance and slowly slid inside.

“Fuck me. I will never get tired of this,” I said, loving the way she felt around my dick.

I leaned up to kiss her. She turned into a wildcat, sucking my tongue, biting my bottom lip, and running her nails up and down my back. I was close to exploding inside her. I didn’t want to. Not yet. It was too good not to keep fucking her on our kitchen island. It was the perfect height.

I reached around and squeezed her ass, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter as I pumped into her.

“More,” she said into my mouth.

I fucked her harder. Her butt slid across the smooth surface, and I yanked her back, pulling her onto my dick. I pulled my mouth away from her and dropped it to her breasts, lapping at the nipples as they bounced in my face.

She was close to coming. I wanted to make her come again. I reached between us, putting my finger above my dick, which was sliding in and out of her slick sheath.

“Ohhhh.” She moaned, her head dropping back as I worked her pussy.

“Come, baby. One more time. You can do it,” I encouraged.

Her pussy clamped down on my dick and growled low in my throat as she began to come. I kept rubbing my finger over her stretched entrance, watching her mouth open as she soaked my cock with her juices.

I wasn’t done. I wanted more of her. I slid her off the counter and spun her around. I needed my hands on her ass when I pumped into her.

“Lay on the counter,” I ordered, bending her in half. “Spread your legs.”

She was moaning and moving her head back and forth with the aftershocks of her most recent orgasm. I reached between her legs and parted her swollen folds. She was so wet. That was all me. I had done that to her. She incited some wild, primal instinct somewhere deep inside me. I wanted her naked and coming every time I got near her. I wanted to smell the musky scent between her legs that told me she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I spread her wide and pushed my dick back inside where it belonged. Without coaxing, she slid back across the counter, pressing her ass against my groin.

“Now I want it hard,” she said in a husky voice.

I was afraid I would hurt her with the pent-up need I had.

“Be careful what you ask for,” I warned her.

“Fuck me, Jake. Make me scream for mercy,” she demanded, shimmying her ass against me.

It snapped the last bit of control I had. I reached up and grabbed her shoulder, holding her tight against me before slamming into her body.

She yelled with the first powerful thrust. I bent my knees and gave it to her again.

“More,” she croaked. “Give me more.”

I shouted and drove into her again and again, my fingers digging into her collarbone to keep her still while I slammed my body against hers.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried out as my orgasm burst forth, sending me higher into her body. I dropped my grip on her shoulder and grabbed her hips, rapidly pumping into her body.

My legs were shaking by the time I felt as if I had been wrung completely out. I pulled out of her and put on my briefs and shorts, handing her clothing to her.

“Well, good morning to you, too,” she said with a smile, pulling her shirt over her head.

I laughed. “I was making you an omelet. You distracted me.”

“It was a very good distraction.”

“Yes, it was. I’ll take you over eggs any day of the week,” I said with a wink.

She laughed. “I better sanitize this counter. I don’t think I will ever look at it quite the same way again.”

“Me either. I’m always going to see you naked and writhing. It is an image that will keep me very happy.”

She grabbed the bottle of bleach and got busy cleaning things up while I finished making our breakfast. It was no longer what I was leaving behind in California. It was what I was coming home to. Avery was everything I wanted. I didn’t care about the job and status. I wanted her. I wanted many more mornings like this where I could fuck her in the broad light of day in our kitchen.

“You’re smiling,” she said, coming to stand next to me while I finished our breakfast.

“I’m happy.”

“Good. So am I.”

I didn’t know what tomorrow held for us, but now that I knew I had her with me for good, I could handle anything that came our way.