Halley
Once they were out of the room, I looked at Jake, my eyes wide. “That was incredible!” I said. “I didn't know you could charm them so easily!”
“I didn't either,” Jake said, blinking after them. He shook his head, thinking back over it all.
Personally, I kind of had the feeling that Dad had had his mind made up even before we'd all sat down to talk after dinner though. Maybe it was the coloring book, or Jake's helping Cole cut up his pasta at dinner. Or maybe it was the way Jake had been able to make me laugh a few times during the meal. Whatever it was … well...
Jake smiled over at me. “They weren't half as bad as you made them out to be,” he joked.
I laughed. “They're not bad, they're just protective. Especially since I had to come to them at eighteen and tell them that, oh by the way, I was pregnant with some biker dude's child.” I looked away, biting my lower lip a little. “So is that whole...” I broke off, looking uncertain and positively gnawing at my lip now, hard enough to break the skin.
Jake reached over and caught my lip, rubbing it gently with his thumb. “Don't do that,” he told me gently. “What is it?”
“Did you still want to get engaged for real?” I asked, the words leaving me in a rush. “I mean, I don't want to tell my parents just yet or tell Cole yet or anything like that; I don't think they're quite ready for that, even if they're starting to warm up to you. But I just...”
Jake smiled gently at me and patted his pocket. “I've still got the ring right here,” he told me. “And whenever you think you're ready for it, you just let me know.”
“Okay,” I said. I breathed a sigh of relief, smiling a little. “Okay.” Then, I grinned slyly at him. “We never did make it to my bed the other day,” I reminded him.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “No, we didn't,” he agreed.
“My parents sleep at the other end of the house from me,” I continued.
“Okay,” he said, making me work for it.
I laughed and punched him lightly on the arm. “Don't be obtuse!” I cried. When he still just sat there staring at me, I stood up, tugging him up with me. “If it helps speed you along, I'm not wearing any panties,” I said quietly.
And that got him going. He growled like an animal at that and scooped me up into his arms. I giggled a little and wrapped my legs around his waist, bending down to kiss him until I could feel his bulge was rock-hard there beneath me, straining at his slacks. “If you keep going like that, we're not going to make it upstairs,” he warned me.
I giggled again but shook my head. “Jake! My parents are in the house!” I reminded him.
Jake groaned and ducked his head against my collarbone. “Do you have to remind me of that?” he asked me. “Jesus, way to kill the mood.”
“I just mean, take me upstairs and you can have your way with me in the privacy of my room,” I said. “Whatever you want to do with me.” Of course, I had some ideas for things I'd like him to do to me, but…
He shook his head, but he obediently carried me up the stairs and along the hallway, following my hushed directions until we came to my room. He hardly spared a glance for the furnishings, just focused on locking the door behind us so that Cole — or worse, my parents — didn't come barging in on us.
When he turned back around, I was already stripped down to nothing, eyeing him with a crooked grin. “Well?” I asked cheekily. “You have some catching up to—” I broke off with a gasp as he practically tackled me back against the bed. “Jake!” I cried, giggling. I tugged at his shirt, trying unsuccessfully to get him naked as he pinned me there, kissing me with an all-consuming passion the surprised both of us, I think.
Our tongues battled against one another, and I wondered for a moment whether we were fighting or coming together in perfect union. I had never felt anything like this before, and as good physically as our love-making had been the other day in the shower, this was … well...
This was us coming together, totally and completely, perfectly complementing one another. I practically melted back against the sheets. How perfect would it be, to have amazing sex like this for the rest of my life, with a man who really supported me, who was damnably sexy, and who was the father of my kid on top of that? It felt like I was just a little too lucky, but sometimes things happened that way.
I finally managed to get Jake's shirt off him, but his pants were still there between us. Although I initially wanted to complain at the extra layers between us, hampering our contact, I swallowed back that protest as he rocked against me, dragging the silky fabric of his slacks along the velveteen folds between my legs. He caressed my body, his hands sending searing bolts of pleasure straight to my core. He cupped my breasts, rolling them in his hands and brushing his fingertips across the sensitive skin there. Then, he used his tongue to trace a line from my neck all the way down to my navel.
I could feel him glide his fingers down the same path, treading the line between tickling me and turning me on even more. His fingers didn't stop at my navel, though, but dipped even lower, coming up between my legs and gliding straight into my crevice. They explored the moisture there, slithering through my pools and playing with my arousal.
“Jake,” I groaned, trying to keep it down because even though I knew there was no way my parents or Cole could hear us, I still had some sense of propriety.
He grinned up at me, nuzzling against my hip, still working his fingers. They curled inside of me, skimming deeper and deeper, preparing me for his fullness.
When he pulled away from me, I couldn't help whining at the loss of contact, which only made him grin more widely. “Patience,” he told me, as though he weren't the model of impatience himself at the moment, with his erection still straining against his slacks, looking as though it might burst through at any point.
He slipped off the bed for a moment, causing the bed to dip. He made quick work of removing the remainder of his clothing, and I eyed his muscular form, shaking my head. “I swear, you get more fit each time I sleep with you,” I said stupidly.
He snorted. “Probably not true, but I'm glad you think so,” he said.
He crawled back across the bed and bore down on me, positioning himself so that his rod was pressed to my entrance. There, he paused, though, looking seriously at me, and I groaned, wriggling against the sheets in an attempt to get him inside of me. But he grabbed my hips, holding me still.
“Halley. Halley, wait,” he said, and there was something in his tone that made me stop and actually listen to him for a moment.
“What's wrong?” I asked him. Was he still thinking about my parents? Was he thinking that this wouldn't work? That he didn't actually want this?
“Nothing's wrong,” Jake said, though, shaking his head. “Just ... I love you, Halley. I just wanted to say that, before we got too caught up in all of this. I love you.”
I blinked up at him and then smiled, relaxing back against the sheets. “Oh Jake,” I said, shaking my head in amusement. “I love you too, you goof. Now take me, please.”
Jake plunged into me without further ado, sinking deep inside of my warmth. He penetrated to my very core, delving deep and filling me up in every sense of the word. We surged together, our movements sure and steady against one another's, as though we'd been doing this for years. There was none of the awkwardness that comes when you first start sleeping with someone new. There was none of the nervousness or the anxiety. It was just the two of us, coming together, working towards mutual satisfaction.
He brushed feather-light touches along my body, and I responded by circling his body with my arms, dragging my fingernails down his back, excited by the goosebumps that erupted across his skin as I did that. My core was practically aching with desire, tingling with my need.
When Jake gyrated his hips, I cried out a little louder than I would have liked to, and I blushed with embarrassment. “I thought you hinted that your parents wouldn't hear,” he said, his breath tickling my ear as he leaned in close, his voice low.
I mewled as he continued to repeat the action, and I struggled to find the words to respond to him with. It was difficult, though, when he was basically turning my brain into mush. God, it just felt so good.
“You like that, hmm?” he asked, grinning at me. Then, he changed the pace again, lingering a little as he pulled out before he speared back into me.
And it was that pace, that forceful movement over me, that had me coming hard enough that I could practically see stars. I gasped, clinging to him, twisting my face to the side against the pillow but not really feeling that it was there. It was all so much, so incredibly much. And to feel him coming at the same time as me, his hips stuttering as well, his seed spilling deep inside of me, as I continued to feel the little aftershocks and prickles of pleasure darting across my skin…
I fell utterly slack against the sheets and wasn't surprised when he collapsed down against me, a comforting weight. In a minute or two, it would get to be too much and we would peel apart, sticky and sweaty and already starting to feel gross. But for not, I held on to him, and he traced light touches along my curves, and I couldn't help smiling there in the darkness.
“I love you,” I told him softly, the words hanging there in the air.
“I love you too,” he murmured in response, sounding just as fucked-out as I did.
I relaxed even further at those words, feeling sleep already beginning to claim me.