CHAPTER TWELVE
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LIZ
“I mean it, Jake,” I warned as Jake pulled me through the front door of his house with him. “You try, and I’m calling Nix to pick me up, and I’ll let him slug you again.”
“I promise, Peach. Give me tonight to prove myself.”
Jake let Rocky out of his cage, and he immediately ran to me, waiting for me to pet him. After a scratch and a kiss, he followed Jake out back. I walked out behind them and got a good look at the fenced in backyard, porch, and grill. When we came back in, Jake told me to meet him in his room, he’d be there in a moment.
Jake came into the room with a bottle of beer in one hand, holding something behind his back with the other.
“What do you have?”
“I’m gonna need you to trust me, Peach,” he replied, handing me the beer.
He waited as I drank some of the beer, then revealed what was behind his back. His hand came forward with black, silk eye covers and a covered bowl. I looked up at him, surprised.
“What are these for?”
“Stand up for me.”
I stood, and he gently turned me away from him, the sound of the bowl being set down was followed by him sliding the cover over my eyes. His hands moved my hair aside and his kiss came soft on my shoulder.
“Promise you’ll trust me?”
“I promise.”
His hands continued down my arms and moved to my waist. His fingers slid under my shirt, gently pulling it over my head. His kisses continued along my neck as his hands inched into my jeans.
“Jake.”
“You promised.”
As his kisses continued, he undid my jeans and eased them over my hips. His body left me for a moment, then he raised me into his arms and laid me on the bed. Each boot was unzipped and slid off, then my jeans. I laid there on his bed, my heart beating in anticipation.
His touch returned and he ran his hand slowly along the inside of my thigh, following it with soft licks and kisses. The warmth of his lips reached my underwear and his kiss came sweetly before his hand moved it aside, making way for his gentle kiss.
His warm touch left me and I heard the bowl move. My stomach flexed at the first touch of the ice cube on my skin. He ran it along my belly button, following the trail of water with his tongue, covering the cold with his warmth. He put the ice cube to my lips, I sucked before it was removed and his lips replaced it. He gently pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and put his thumb to my lips.
“You have beautiful lips, Peach. Lips I want to feel around me.”
I took in a breath when the ice cube touched between my legs. He swirled it around my clit, then followed it with his lips.
With ease, he took hold of my legs and turned me on his bed. His hands gripped my hips, raising my ass to him. His palm came down on me and I jerked forward from the surprise and pleasure of it. I bit my lip when another ice cube landed on my back, tracing along the center. The warmth of his mouth followed the ice cube and ended with him reaching between my legs and rubbing it against my clit. The ice cube faded and my hips rocked against his hand as he rubbed it over me. A gentle kiss was placed on my hip before he gripped it and rocked me harder as he slid his fingers in and out, rubbing against me, pulling desperate moans from my lips.
“That’s it, Peach. Let go for me.”
He steadied his hand and pulled me harder against his stroking fingers. I came apart, pounding into his hand, fisting the blankets in my palms.
“Jake…”
“Come for me, Peach.”
I trembled as his hands continued to stroke and my orgasm rippled through my body. I collapsed onto his bed, moaning in pleasure.
He turned me on my back, his mouth coming down on my wet folds, licking and sucking at me feverishly. A second orgasm left me dizzy and panting. I was close to begging him for mercy when he pulled the covers from my eyes. His expression was pure satisfaction.
The taste of me touched my lips as his mouth claimed mine. With one hand, he took hold of my neck while the other took hold of my hip and rolled me onto my side with him. He looked me in the eyes with such fierce desire, I was nervous he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“I need you to touch me, Peach.”
My hand went to his jeans as his mouth covered mine. I opened the zipper and reached in for him. He was swollen and rock hard and felt incredible in my hand. I stroked him several times before lowering myself, taking him in my mouth. His head tilted back and he fisted my hair in his hand and thrust his hips, eagerly pumping himself into my mouth. A growl escaped his chest as he reached his climax. I swallowed and licked the tip, cleaning him off. He shivered at my last lick and pulled me into his arms.
“These lips, Peach,” his fingertip ran across my bottom lip, “they’re my lips. This,” he gently stroked between my legs, “is mine.” His hand moved to my ass and squeezed it. “Also, mine. I licked it, Peach. It all belongs to me now.”
I giggled at his declaration. “Does that work both ways?”
He pulled me down onto him and wound his fingers in my hair. “It does, yes.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“You don’t believe me that I only want you?”
“Time, Jake. I told you my trust isn’t going to come easily.”
Jake deadpanned and rolled me off of him and stood from the bed.
“Get dressed.”
“What?”
“I’m taking you home.”
“Why?” My heart sunk into my stomach.
“It’s time to get you back.”
His sudden change in demeanor made me uncomfortable. I quickly dressed in silence. The tension was growing between us, and I had gone from feeling like we’d made progress to feeling like the asshole had returned. I didn’t say anything to him as I walked out of his house to his motorcycle. He followed, climbed on his bike, and waited for me to put on his helmet.
The tension continued for the entire ride home. By the time we arrived at my house, I’d gone through several emotions and settled on slightly confused and mostly angry. I stepped off his bike, took off his helmet, and shoved it at him.
“Don’t bother getting off. I’ll walk myself to the door.”
He took the helmet from me and by the time I reached my front door, he already had his bike back on the road.
Entering my house, it was quiet at first then I heard Jenna giggling upstairs. I went to my room as quietly as I could, trying not to interrupt them. The stairs creaked and Nix opened the door of his bedroom a moment later. With flushed cheeks and messy hair, he smiled, but it quickly faded when he saw my expression.
“How’d it go?”
“Jake’s an asshole,” I snapped, before closing my door behind me.
Nix stormed in with his big brother face on. “Did he hurt you?”
“Not physically,” I kicked off my shoes and ambled to the bed, “but emotionally he punched me in the damn gut.”
“I think it’s time you officially end things.” Standing in the doorway, he crossed his arms, his expression displaying his disappointment. “He’s playing games with you, and the longer you’re involved with him, the more he’s gonna be able to hurt you.”
“You’re right.” I laid back on my bed, fighting the tears. “You’re always right. Get back to hanging out with Jenna. I’m going to bed.”