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Holly
Jake had taken her out or cooked for her every day for a week. In fact, he’d barely left her side. He’d helped her take care of Burt, kept her fed, and kept her entertained. Holly remembered why she’d fallen for Jake in the first place.
But she was starting to forget why she’d vowed to never be with him again, and that was dangerous.
After she made sure her dad wound down for the night, she retreated to her bedroom and read a chapter of a manuscript she needed to start editing.
Then she heard the tap of something on the window. Holly looked up, eyes narrowing. She laughed when she saw Jake.
Holly walked over and opened the window. “What are you doing?”
“I wanted to see you.”
She stepped back and let him in, transported right back to high school. He used to climb through her window almost every night after practice.
“What are you doing?” he asked, glancing to her desk.
She closed her laptop and grinned at him. “Right now? Hopefully you.”
He snagged her around the waist, giving a low growl. “Lock your door.”
Holly grinned and locked her bedroom door. She didn’t expect her dad to come wandering but she didn’t want to embarrass him either just in case.
She forgot all about her worries concerning Jake when he took off his clothes and pulled her to the bed. She stripped off her own clothes and pushed him down so he was lying on the mattress.
Jake was already hard, his cock curved up to his belly, waiting to enter her. And she was wet for him, her pussy aching to feel his dick deep inside of her.
Holly walked to the other side of the bed as Jake watched her, his gaze like a hawk following its prey.
“Holly,” he said, voice low and gruff.
In response, she leaned over, kissing him upside down. She slid her tongue in deep, massaging his, and thrilled when his hands reached for her. She crawled over the top of him, her pussy in his face. And once she was in position, she wrapped her lips around his cock.
He groaned at the contact. Then he wrapped his hands tight around her thighs and buried his tongue in the lips of her sex.
Her body shook with the feel of it, but she wouldn’t stop the tortuous assault to his dick. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, feeling him twitch inside her mouth. She ran her lips all the way to the end, licking off the drop of pre-cum that coated the surface.
“Don’t stop,” Jake said.
She wrapped her lips around him once more. He pulled at her ass cheeks, thumbs sliding toward her anus and fingers wrapping around to her pussy. He licked up and down, finding her sensitive nub and moving his tongue in circles.
Holly exhaled, her legs trembling, trying not to come.
Then, suddenly, Jake moved out from underneath her and gripped her hips. She was still on her knees, ass up in the air. He ran his fingers down her spine, pushing her cheek to the comforter. Then he slid his cock inside of her, filling her full. As he started to pound into her, his hand snaked around to the front, fingering her clit and making her vision go black with ecstasy.
“Jake. God. I want you so bad.”
“I’m right here,” he said, voice rough.
“Harder.”
He did what she asked, pumping in and out of her like they may never come together like this again. His dick hit her in all the right places, and in seconds, she came. Her hands clenched on the comforter as the orgasm rocked her.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” Jake grunted.
With another thrust, she felt his cum hot inside of her. His arms locked around her, hands clutching her breasts as he poured himself into her. She squeezed her eyes shut as her heart pounded out of control.
Finally, after her body stopped trembling, she relaxed on the bed.
Jake pulled out of her and turned on his back. He tugged her over to rest her head on his chest.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Think? After that?”
He chuckled, staying silent a minute. But the truth was, all she could think was how much she was going to miss him when she went back to New York.
Not just the nights and the dinners and his strong arms around her, or his body warmed against hers as he came long and hard, but waking up next to him in the morning.
Having him in her life.
“Your dad is doing better,” Jake said.
She nodded. “He insists on making his own meals now. And he’s going for walks in the evenings.”
“It’s good for him.”
“I know. I’m glad. He’s getting back on track.”
Jake ran his hand along her arm, giving her goose bumps.
“Why do you sound sad when you say that?” he asked.
Holly sat up and gazed down at him. “Because that means he doesn’t need me. And I have to get back home.”
Jake swallowed. He sat up as well and gripped her arms. “There’s no need for you to go back so fast, is there? I mean, you can still work from here.”
“I could, but…” Holly broke eye contact. “New York is home.”
“What about Spring Creek? You used to love it here.”
“I still do,” she said honestly. “But I don’t live here anymore.”
He gripped her chin and lifted her face. “I love you.”
The words hit her hard, right in the heart. She shook her head, feeling tears well in her eyes. “Jake…I love you too.”
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “This is a good thing.”
Holly sighed. “I’m sorry Jake.”
“Why?”
She looked up at him again. “Because I don’t think that’s enough.”