Mackenzie
Snow fell gently from the sky and landed on the little window pane behind us. Pale morning light broke into the dimness of the cabin as warm lips gently brushed across my shoulder, followed by the tender whisper of breath on my skin.
Fingers, gentle and smooth, made invisible lines along the length of my arms, slipping to my hips and trailing along the curves of my thighs. Behind me, Jake exhaled deeply and I felt his body shift and stir with need.
I sighed, briefly closing my eyes at the bliss of his inviting touch, shivering as his fingers pressed into my hips. He pulled me against him, his breath warm on my naked back as his erection pressed into the peachy curve of my ass.
With an insistent nudge he parted my legs, giving himself access to the most sensitive parts of me. Parts that were already slick and ready for whatever he was about to do. It was all the invitation he needed.
With one finger he worked me up, pressing and dipping it slightly in and then removing it teasingly, leaving me empty and fluttering in its wake. I moaned, wanting more, needing more. When he finally pushed his finger all the way in, I tightened around him and he moaned, his breathing coming harder when he felt how tight and wet I was.
I felt him shudder and his cock dip and lift against my back but he said nothing. He pressed forward and his finger teased me some more. It swirled around the tiny bud of nerves, then slid inside of me slowly where I suckled and clenched it like I did with his cock when he fucked me.
With a maddened groan, he withdrew his finger and pulled me backwards, digging his erection deeper into the small of my back. Taking himself in his hand, he put his cock right where I wanted it to be and slowly began to rub it against my most sensitive sweet spot.
My mind spun with pleasure. Christ, if he kept doing that I was going to come so damn quick. But then, Jake knew that. If there was one thing we had lost hours to over the past five months, it was exploring each other’s bodies and what we liked.
“Please . . .” I begged.
With one push he was in me, and the curve of his body fit perfect to mine as he slowly rolled his hips and his cock tunneled into me. Strong fingers pulled me to meet his lazy, hard thrusts. We moved together, our bodies completely entwined, our breath laced with the pleasure coursing through our bodies. It started out languid and hazy, and my orgasm was a slow build of heat and sweetness as it bloomed into life. It coiled at the very depth of me and spread out slowly, swelling in me and building intensity as Jake continued his rhythmic pumps.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered. “You feel so good.”
I twisted to find his mouth. But it wasn’t enough for either of us.
“Fuck, Z—” He groaned, his voice raspy from sleep and full of need. “You’re so damn wet.”
He pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back, quickly parting my legs and plunging back into me again, this time hitting all the nerves at the front of my sex. With a grunt he pulled out of me and then roughly thrust back into me with such urgency it detonated my climax.
Pleasure tore throughout my body as I cried his name and gripped his perfect ass, pushing him deeper into me. Digging my toes into the mattress I raised my hips to meet the grind of his pelvis against mine. “Oh, God!” There was nothing on Earth that felt as good as that.
As my orgasm rolled through me, I grabbed onto the headboard behind me and cried out as my world obliterated into a million pieces of brilliant light. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my hazy, bliss-soaked brain barely registering Jake’s climax as he was overpowered by his own euphoria. He moaned and shuddered, his teeth gently grazing my shoulder, his hips pumping with the same lazy rhythm until he was empty.
He collapsed onto me and I felt the thunder of his pulse on my breasts. Moments passed in silence as our breathing calmed and our heartbeats evened.
Naked and satiated from our lovemaking, it was minutes before Jake rolled onto his side and gently ran a finger along my arm.
“Tell me something,” he said.
I looked at him, totally spent. “Sure.”
His beautiful eyes found mine. Even now, after months of knowing him, the color of them still fascinated me. “How are you feeling about everything. It’s been a crazy couple of months.”
He wasn’t wrong. After Derek had broken into my home, attacked and attempted to rape me, both Jake and I had endured some seriously lengthy police interviews. After much investigation, we were cleared of any wrongdoing. Derek, on the other hand, survived his injuries and woke up from his coma to face a whole stack of charges.
He was sent to a high-security facility where he would see out the rest of his days. He wouldn’t be getting out again.
“It’s crazy, but I’m not scared anymore,” I said, holding up my hands and noting the steadiness of my fingers. My fear was gone. For the first time in years, my fear was really gone. I felt lighter, like a huge weight had been lifted from me. I turned my head to look at him. “It’s really over.”
Jake nodded. “It is. He can’t hurt you any more.”
“Not just that. I’m talking about the anxiety. The meltdowns. The insanity.” I smiled up at the most beautiful man in the world who was looking back at me with absolute affection. “It’s time to move forward.”
I hadn’t had an anxiety attack in weeks.
“I’m proud of you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss into my shoulder. “Time to bring on the pancakes?”
I looked sheepish. “Baby steps, Jake.”
My phone pinged with a message. It was Daisy with a message that read:
This is what happiness looks like.
The next message was a selfie of her and Anna in Aspen, their lips pressed together.
They had met two months earlier when a bad-tempered Daisy had shown up on my doorstep, mad as hell because all her accounts had been frozen, courtesy of Johnny Johnston. She had come looking for me, hoping I would talk some sense into the old coot, and had walked straight into Anna. It was insta-love for the both of them.
Two weeks ago, Daisy had announced to the entire world that she was gay and then promptly escaped to Aspen with her new love. Now they were shamelessly flaunting their relationship for all the world to see, and spreading it through Instagram and Facebook. I was proud of her. She had stood up to everyone and was finally happy.
I showed Jake the picture and he grinned.
“So tell me, do you know a good agent?” he asked, lacing his fingers through mine. “Because I have to get rid of the one I’ve got.”
Since the night of the playoffs and Derek’s attempt to rape me, I had resumed work as Jake’s agent.
I looked at him suspiciously. “Oh, really, why is that?”
“Because I’m going to marry her,” he said, like it was no big deal. “And she has this thing about mixing business with pleasure. She’s kind of a pain in the ass about it, really.”
I stared at him, my mouth agape. “Marry?”
He looked down at me, his face filled with a crazy amount of emotion as he said softly, “Yeah, what do you say, Z? Think you could handle being Mrs. Sasquatch?”
It took a moment for my post-orgasm brain to catch up. Jake Pennington was asking me to marry him. The Saskatoon Sasquatch wanted me to be his wife.
Happiness replaced shock and I grinned up at him. “Are you sure?”
“Z, there is nothing I want more.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips. When he pulled back, he asked, “So?”
I pulled him back down to me. “I think you’ve got yourself a deal.”
THE END
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