Chapter 15

Randi

“I can’t believe they just pulled that shit,” I mutter.

I could ask him to leave, but I don’t. Instead, I grab one of the beers and sit down on the couch.

“If you want me to go…” His words contradict the pleading in his eyes.

He’s offering me an out. One, for some odd reason, I don’t want to take.

“Just beer and snacks, right?”

“Sure,” he assures me with a smirk.

God, I love that smirk. The slight uptick of his lip, the cocky way he carries himself.

“You’re trouble,” I tell him as I grab the remote.

“The good kind or the bad?” Grabbing the other beer, he sits down on the couch. I hate, immediately, that he keeps a foot of distance between us.

“Both.” I avoid eye contact like we’re teenagers hanging out for the first time. He makes me as nervous now as I was leading up to Thursday’s party. My body is jumpy, misfiring at every turn like we haven’t been intimate in the most carnal way three times already.

“There’s just something about you, Cici.”

The sound of that name from his full lips makes my skin crawl.

“Randi,” I correct.

“Really?”

I know I shouldn’t be excited about the joy in his tone.

“Randi when we’re hanging out. Cici when we’re fucking on video,” I offer.

The flat of his large hand rubs down his own jean-clad thigh. I feel it on my own body, cold chills running the length of my leg under my sweats.

“What about when we’re not fucking on video.” Leaning in close for the first time, my eyes flutter closed in anticipation of his touch. “Do I call you Cici then?”

“We…” I have to clear the scratch of desire from my throat before I can continue. “We won’t be fucking off screen.”

“We still have six times to fuck on video.”

I turn my head and glare at him, beer bottle suspended near my lips.

“Five,” I correct.

“We didn’t fuck Thursday. It was mutual oral pleasure,” he says as if I need the reminder.

“We agreed to fuck six times,” I argue.

“We agreed to fuck six times,” he counters, tilting his own beer up to his lips.

“You fucked my mouth. It counts.”

Those soft lips curl up even around the mouth of his beer before he shrugs and reaches for a chip.

“Who’s keeping count?”

“I am.” Turning my head back to the TV, I pick a show I know I’m not going to be able to watch with him so close to me.

“Is that your mom?” He points across the room at the picture that has become a part of the décor, I no longer notice it most days.

“Yes,” I answer hoping he doesn’t pry.

“She’s back home?”

God dammit.

“She’s gone.”

Leave it the hell alone.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he whispers.

His words are customary, but it’s the hint of sadness that makes me want to talk more. I hate that he forces my guard down when all I want to do is shield my past, my family, and their betrayal.

“Breast cancer,” I say in response to the unasked question. “I was a junior in high school.”

“That had to have been horrible.”

Most people can’t even imagine the pain of losing a parent. If it’s not something they’ve experienced, there’s no way to comprehend the tragedy of it. Couple that with the hole in my heart my parents created, the one I couldn’t fill with good memories even after her death, and it’s understandable why I’m such a bitter person.

I huff an incredulous laugh. “My mom hated me, and my dad replaced her before her heart even stopped beating. Tell me about your family.”

He smiles, soft and sad. I hate the empathy in his eyes.

“Are we trading war stories now?”

I shrug. “Tit for tat, I guess.”

“My dad is a professional liar, chronic cheater, and just an all-around asshole. I always remembered my mom with a drink in her hand. It was her way to deal with my dad’s affairs I guess. One day last year, she decided to mix her booze with pain medicine.”

“Fuck,” I mutter. “And I thought my life sucked.”

He chuckles.

“Suicide?”

He shakes his head, but it doesn’t stop wetness from lining his lower lashes. “The coroner deemed it an accidental overdose.”

Without a second thought, I reach for his hand. He allows it, twining his fingers with mine.

“Were you guys close?”

“As close as the alcohol would let us get, I guess.”

Silence weighs heavy around us, and we let it, both of us just taking a moment to dwell on our fucked up memories.

“My dad is an attorney, too,” I finally confess.

“But no law school for you?” I shake my head. “My father was beyond livid when I got the courage to tell him I wouldn’t be following in his footsteps.”

“I can imagine.” I place our combined hands on my thigh.

“He tried to disown me, cut me off, and force my hand, but my trust is from my mother’s family.”

“Trust fund baby, huh?” I smile, trying to break the sadness and tension surrounding us.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “And you’re not, Ms. I got a Range Rover as a gift.”

“You got me there.” I give him another genuine smile. “But I can’t access my trust fund unless I go back, and that’s never going to happen.”

Moaning from the TV draws both of our attention.

“Jesus, that’s hot as hell,” he whispers.

“Jamie and Claire are an explosive couple.”

We focus on Outlander, watching Claire ride Jamie’s dick with a knife to his throat, forcing him to vow to cherish her.

Jake’s fingers wiggle free of mine, and I don’t even bother stopping him. I know what that trailing finger up my thigh is going to lead to, and right now after such a heavy discussion about our parents and respective mothers’ deaths I want this as much as he does.

“You’re overdressed.” His warm breath is on my neck. “Minus the knife, I’d love for you to be riding my cock like that.”

“Is that so?” I pant, raising my arms when he moves to take my t-shirt off.

“Yes,” he answers before his talented mouth covers my nipple.

While he plays my body like a fiddle, I push off my sweats and reach for his belt buckle. His mouth finds mine in a heated kiss as he stands enough for me to push his jeans and boxers off of his hips.

Standing, he kicks off his boots and continues to remove clothing until he’s as naked as I am.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I hear the words, but I can’t concentrate on anything but the slow stroke of his hand as he fists his glorious cock.

Squealing when he lifts me off the sofa, I cling to him until he’s sitting back down and my pussy is hovering over the engorged head of his cock.

“Slow,” he orders when the first inch of him penetrates me. “Fuck, that’s it.”

“No condom?” I slide another inch down his length.

With hands gripping my hips, he presses down until he’s fully sheathed. “Hell no.”

“So good,” I praise as my thighs clench, and I pull up halfway.

One arm is around my waist, the other curved over my back, fingers curled into my shoulder.

“Kiss me,” he pants against my lips.

I do.

I kiss him until we’re both breathless. I ride him until the sensation of him driving into me is too much, and he has to take over. I cum on him three times before he finally allows himself the same.

“Why are you smirking at me?” I feel vulnerable with him looking directly into my eyes like he can see into my soul is unnerving.

He holds fast when I try to move away. “Don’t,” He pleads. “Don’t pull away from me.”

“We need to get cleaned up. Can’t just sit on the couch naked all night.”

“We can,” he assures me. “We can do exactly that.”

“Jake,” I warn, the irritation in my voice enough for him to release me.

I stand, tugging on my yoga pants, knowing another shower is needed before I call it a night.

“Let’s go again,” he says staring at the wetness forming at the V of my thighs.

I chuckle. “You can’t keep wasting your six.”

His eyes snap to mine. “This didn’t fucking count.”

“It did. Just like Thursday counted.”

“We didn’t film this.”

“Doesn’t matter.” I take another step away from him before handing over his t-shirt. “You said six fucks. We fucked tonight. You fucked my mouth on Thursday. It counts.”

“Do you seriously think,” he hisses as he stands and tugs on his jeans, “that fucking me four or five or even six times is going to be enough for you?”

“It has to be.”

I wait until his boots are tugged on before I open the front door of my condo.

He’s agitated; that’s evident by the tension in his shoulders, but I don’t shy away from him when he steps closer to me at the door. He presses his warm lips against my temple.

“We’ll just have to see about that.”