Aly
My tailbone rested on the counter as Jake held me in place, his erection making itself well known against my seated thigh. I tried to lift my pelvis for more pressure, hunting down the release I experienced the other night, but he wouldn’t allow it. Jake’s hand remained firm on my hip, keeping me exactly where he wanted me until he released my lips and was on the move.
On his way down there, down below.
Oh. My. God.
“It’s Jake. Maybe even Jason if you’re good.”
“I said that out loud?”
“Yeah.”
His mouth grazed my belly button as he spoke. His left hand had my shirt lifted slightly and he was causing a forest of goose pimples to grow all over my stomach. He licked his way down to the top of my jeans, and with one flick of his fingers, they were unbuttoned. Sadly, he pulled his tongue away from my skin, but only for the ten seconds it took him to pull off my boots and tug down my jeans. I lifted my hips and shimmied my butt off the counter to help.
This, he allowed. Then he pried my thighs as wide as they would go and brought his face where only one man had ever done so before. At first, it was a light caress, a tender teasing with his tongue. A touch here, a swipe there, looking for the spot, but there wasn’t a particular spot that was more sensitive than any other. I was a goner the second the tip of his tongue grazed the edge of my vagina. Or was it my pussy? How was I supposed to refer to myself down there when Jake was clearly getting down and dirty and making me wild?
Jake tilted me back on the counter and dove in harder. He attacked my core with a skillful vengeance, a sense of purpose I’d never experienced from a man. The back of my head rested on the cabinet, my eyes squeezed shut as I took in every nip, lick, and taste. My pelvis reached and my hips strained for every movement. My lower body certainly didn’t want to miss out on anything related to Jake’s tongue.
“Stop squirming,” he demanded.
“Jake?”
He kept his hands where they were, but looked up at me. My green eyes and his blue ones were like two differently charged magnets. “I don’t have much experience with this,” I admitted.
“Even better. Ready for me to rock your world?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He dipped back in, his tongue sliding down my fold and up the other. Finally, he made his way to slip his tongue deep inside me and sucked me to the brink of orgasm. His thumb drummed my clit—that damn clit, I barely knew it existed a month ago.
My pussy pulsed with need as I felt his tongue driving in and out of me, my clit swollen, my libido awakened and doing a happy dance. Tiny moans and whimpers and pleas and begs for more continued to spill from me.
I was on the precipice, on the verge of something even more unknown than the night before, when Jake pulled away his tongue and blew a warm breath on my clit before stroking it with his even warmer tongue. My orgasm ripped through me, my muscles tensing, blood surging through my veins, and my head swam with visions of Jake’s tongue tasting me.
Sweat lined the back of my neck underneath my hair, my hands shook from the climax channeling through every one of my limbs, and Jake didn’t let up. He lapped up every last shiver as his tongue eased up on its pace, slowing and cooling me.
“Wish I could eat you every night for dinner.” He winked as he stood up, adjusting his pants.
In response, I opened my eyes and reached for the top of his jeans.
“Huh-uh, ladies only tonight. Now we eat. Get dressed.”
“No, that’s not fair.”
“Remember? I’m in control. I’m in charge, and I say it’s dinnertime. Tonight’s all about you, Aly-cat.”
On shaky legs, I stood and reluctantly slipped back into my pants so we could make chicken and grilled vegetables together. We saved the angel food cake for later, but we never ate it.
I got a chance to return Jake the favor from earlier, and it was much sweeter.
Tuesday I woke up in Jake’s bed. Alone. Next to me on the pillow was a note. It was a ripped page from a 2010 calendar, and Jake’s very messy handwriting was scrawled across the lines in red marker.
Hey, Aly-cat! Good morning. I left to work out. Took Mav to the gym with me. Don’t be mad. Make yourself at home. I left my iPad on the counter with the bus schedule pulled up. I know how you insist on taking it. I’ll swing by YOUR place and drop Mav later.
—JW
THANKS for a great night.
What the heck did that mean? Thanks for a great night? He took my dog to work? Our dog? I ran my hand over my face, rubbing my eyes, certainly smearing yesterday’s mascara everywhere. What time was it?
I rolled over in bed and found the clock. It wasn’t even six thirty in the morning. What time did this guy work out? Luscious memories of his body hovering over me, his biceps flexing, sweat running down his chest as he made love to—or slept with—me ran through my mind. Okay, so I had a one-night stand, or maybe a few-nights stand. Was there such a thing?
Get over yourself, Aly. People do it all the time. It’s the twenty-first century, and women can have sex whenever and with whoever they want.
I tossed my legs out of bed and stumbled on sore limbs to the bathroom. There was a folded towel on the counter, and I took that as an invitation to shower. Afterward, I put back my jeans back on from the day before—without underwear—and smoothed the creases out of my white blouse.
As I hunted through my purse for earrings and a necklace, I hit the jackpot. Thanks to being reliant on the bus, my bag had eventually turned into a home on the go. After all, I couldn’t just jump in my car and run back home if I’d forgotten something. I snatched out my makeup bag and discovered a pair of clean underwear hidden beneath it. Quickly, I shed the jeans, donned the panties, and pulled the jeans back on. Much better.
When I hit the kitchen, I wasn’t looking my professional best but it would do for a day in the office. Luckily, I didn’t have to be in court all week. I scanned the bus schedule for the North Side and realized I was doing well on time.
I stopped at the small coffee shop near Jake’s place and grabbed a muffin and a black coffee, and made it to the bus stop just as my bus was pulling up. After scoring a good seat by myself, I tucked my bag under my feet and rested my shoulder against the window as I watched the North Shore breeze by as we headed to town.
Anxiety tightened my belly as I thought back to our conversation last night. I’d asked Jake what we were and he didn’t know, but it didn’t seem like he felt we were a one-and-done thing. So, what were we?
I yanked the cord for the bus to stop a few stops before the county building, needing the walk and the fresh air to regain my lawyerly confidence. There was no way I could ever show weakness in my job. The prosecutors would eat me alive, and my clients would run for the hills.
Wait! Isn’t that exactly what my current client has done?
As soon as I arrived at my office, I trekked to Barry’s and walked in without knocking.
“Maybe it’s my fault,” I blurted without a hello. “You know I never wanted to be a part of this team. Maybe Cameron sensed that? And I should’ve listened when he demanded he didn’t do it.”
“Aly, don’t be ridiculous. Sit down.” Barry pointed to the chair.
I plopped down and rested my head in my hands. “Barry, you remember the guy who beat up Cameron? The one I let out of jail?”
Barry leaned back in his chair, frowning. “Cameron wasn’t going to press charges. You had no choice.”
I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “I know, but he and I have become involved.”
“What?” His eyes widened.
“Yes.”
“That’s so unlike you, Aly.”
“Yes, I know, but I can’t second-guess my decision right now. He must’ve seen us together because who ever sent me a text mentioned the dog. Someone’s watching me.”
“Who? Cameron?” Barry leaned forward.
“Maybe? It seems like the only logical choice.”
Just then, my phone buzzed with a text.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: I didn’t do it. I’m an ass but it wasn’t me, so fix this.
My hand shook as I read the message for a second time and passed my phone to Barry.
His expression hardened as he scanned the text, then he returned the phone to me. “We’ve got to find him. Text him back and tell him to turn himself in and tell us his story in person. While you’re doing that, I’ll contact the police and have them ping his phone to see if we can get a location.”
My heart raced as the ramification of all the lines I’d crossed became clear. I’d willfully broken the rules with my relationship with Jake, and that bad decision was coming back to haunt me with a vengeance.
“It’s going to be okay,” Barry assured me. “I’m on this. We’re going to bring him back in and hear—really hear—what he has to say about all the pictures in his apartment. If he didn’t do the crimes, only hung the pics of them on his walls like some sort of sick tribute, someone close to him did. And maybe he knows who that is.”
In a daze, I shook my head and stood, then walked back to my office. In the dark comfort of my tiny workspace, I messaged the unidentified caller back, hoping it was Cameron, and then left for police headquarters to file a report.
My phone buzzed almost right away, and a shiver ran down my spine. Was it him? I realized I wasn’t thinking of Cameron, and an even colder shudder rocked through me as I pulled out my phone.
How could I get so man-crazy when my career was in shambles and my life was threatened? Was I nuts?
JAKE: Did you make it to work okay? Is it okay for Mav and I to pick you up in town?
I didn’t answer, just shoved my phone back in my bag and went about my business.