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“What do you want?” he whispered in my ear, pressing his lips to the side of my neck.

“I need you in me.”

“Fuck.” He sat back.

My heart clenched as I watched him pull away.

Shit. This is it. This is where his mood changes and he’s back to being an asshole. I’m never getting laid. It’s just me, my smut, and my showerhead.

Instead of his face twisting in anger or disgust, Jake smiled sheepishly. “I have to go run to the car and grab… Well, the thing is, I didn’t want to assume. And I don’t bring girls here. So, I have to go to the car.” He bent to grab his jeans, almost tripping himself as he talked.

The fact that he didn’t have a Costco sized box of Magnums within reach was surprising. It was even more shocking that he really didn’t bring girls here. Seeing Jake so uncharacteristically ruffled was what touched me most. It was charming, but also reassuring.

I had no doubt I wanted him and this, but it helped to know he wanted me just as much.

“Jake, well, I mean, I’m on the pill, so you know,” I blurted out.

I’d been on the pill since I was sixteen as a precaution. Every time I went to pick up a new prescription I’d contemplate if I should even bother. I was happy I had. I knew how Jake felt about having kids, and I wanted him to know that there was an added layer of protection.

“I was tested after my last thing ended and it’s only you. Do you get what I’m sayin’?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, telling myself that the relief I felt at knowing he wasn’t going to be sleeping with anyone else was just about the safety aspect.

Jake distracted me from deeper analysis when he continued, asking, “Do you trust me, Piper?”

I nodded immediately.

“Fuck, such sweetness.” Jake dropped his jeans back down and returned to the bed, positioning himself between my thighs.

“You can still go get the condoms. I wasn’t telling you so you wouldn’t. I was just telling you so you’d know.”

He fisted his cock, rubbing it up and down my slit. “I don’t want anything between us when I finally get to feel you. I’ve wanted this since I saw you at the shop, and haven’t stopped thinkin’ about you since. Strokin’ my dick in the shower just isn’t cuttin’ it, baby. But you tell me to stop, I will. Swear it. You sure?”

I felt myself grow wetter at the mental image of him stroking himself. “I don’t think I’ve been surer of anything. Ever.”

Jake gripped his cock and guided it into me.

I spread my legs further, not feeling shy. Not feeling embarrassed.

Just feeling him.

My body stretched to accommodate him as he used short thrusts to ease in. The twinges of pain weren’t surprising, but they were there.

“Want me to stop?” Jake asked, his concern evident as he paused his movements.

“No. God, more, please,” I said breathlessly as I lifted my hips.

When he began moving again, he pushed further until he was in all the way. He stopped, allowing my body to adjust as his eyes searched my face.

It was indescribable, being so full, feeling so connected.

“Mine,” Jake rumbled, as looking into my eyes. “You understand, baby?”

I shook my head.

“This pussy, squeezing’ my dick so tight, is mine. No one else’s. No one touches you but me. You’re mine, Piper. Got it?”

I lifted my hips, urging him to move. My mind was so occupied with what my body was feeling that I barely processed a word he was saying.