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It didn't take much to make her come a third time, and after she’d ridden out every drop of pleasure he could get from her, he allowed her to sink down so she was straddling his thighs, his erection standing alert between them.

“My turn?” she asked, eyeing him hungrily.

“Nope. Bed was next,” he told her as he stood with Alannah in his arms.

“But I didn't get to feast.” Her pouty expression made him grin, and he nipped at her bottom lip.

“I'm in charge here, baby girl, those are the rules,” Jake reminded her as he grabbed a couple of fluffy mint green towels on his way into her bedroom. “Besides, there’s no need to pout. You’ll get your turn, after all, we have the entire rest of our lives to get our fill of one another.”

The rest of their lives.

He liked the sound of that, and as he spread out a towel, and then laid his girl out on it, he realized just what a lucky man he was to be able to call Alannah his.

October 22 nd

7:20 A.M.

Something wet touched her inner thigh, and Alannah moaned as warmth pooled low in her stomach.

Blinking open sleepy eyes, she smiled when that same hot, wet thing brushed her other thigh, and she saw it was Jake’s dark head between her spread legs.

“May I?” he asked, quirking a brow as his tongue darted out right above her bud which was somehow already throbbing with need despite the fact she’d woken up barely three seconds ago.

“Can't think of a better way to wake up,” she answered, voice husky from sleep.

Couldn’t think of a better way to go to sleep than what they’d done at bedtime either.

After washing every inch of her body so tenderly in the shower, then making her come on his tongue three times in a row until she thought her death certificate was going to have the embarrassment of being listed as death by orgasm, they’d made love in her bed.

Only after they’d eaten dinner with Jax and come back to her room did Jake let her finally taste him.

Then they’d made love again, and she’d lost count of how many times Jake had made her come before it was finally too much and she’d sunk into an exhausted slumber, secure in the knowledge that she was safe in his arms.

Forever.

That’s what he’d told her he wanted, and even though she couldn’t deny she was still a teeny little bit hurt that he’d bailed at the hospital, at least he’d worked through his fears almost immediately and been waiting for her when she got home.

Never again did she want to feel that sense of loss that had filled her soul when she watched Jake walk out of the hospital room door. That emptiness had to be a thing of the past because she was pretty sure if she had to go through it again, it would break her.

“I'm obviously not doing this right,” Jake’s voice said, pulling her from her thoughts.

“What?” she asked, totally confused, then realized that his mouth had been teasing her needy bundle of nerves and she’d been too lost in her own head to even realize it. “Oh, sorry,” she said sheepishly, feeling her cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“Want to tell me what you were thinking about so hard that you couldn’t even feel what I was doing?” Jake asked. There was no anger in his tone, no annoyance or irritation, just a little bit of concern and a lot of tender affection.

“Just thinking about how glad I am that you're here,” she replied honestly.

Understanding filled his dark eyes. “I'm sorrier than you’ll ever know for walking away yesterday. I shouldn’t have left your side, not even for a minute.”

“I know you're sorry, Jake. I'm not angry, maybe just a little bit hurt still, but I get it, we talked it through and we’re good.”

“I just need to prove to you I won't leave again.”

“I know you won't.”

“You want to believe that, but you still have a tiny bit of doubt.” When she opened her mouth to protest, Jake took her bud between his lips and sucked hard, making her words turn into a breathy moan.

“It’s okay to have doubts, sunshine. It just means I need to work harder to prove to you that I'm serious when I say I want forever.”

Most of her doubts weren't even Jake’s fault. A lifetime of being unwanted and unloved by the people who made you and brought you into this world had messed so deeply with her sense of self that Alannah suspected she would always carry that thread of doubt.

But it didn't have to rule her mind or her life.

Jake loved her, he wanted to be with her, and she loved him too. They could build their own family where neither of them would ever doubt their worth again.

That was what she wanted for them.

Then one day, when they were ready and this threat against the Charleston Holloway family was eliminated, they could think about bringing some new little lives into the world.

Children who would be loved unconditionally and would never for a single second feel the pain that she and Jake had experienced growing up.

“Forever,” she said, and made a conscious decision to let go of all the negative thoughts and feelings inside her. It would take time, and she knew that she was going to need a lot of counselling to handle everything she’d been through, but in this moment, she only wanted one thing to exist.

Her and Jake and their love.

“Mine,” Jake said before his mouth descended on her, finally stealing her ability to think.

His tongue seemed to be in two places at once, thrusting into her and tending to her bundle of nerves simultaneously. And then his fingers were inside her, grazing that magical spot that had stars dancing behind her closed lids.

Spreading her open with his fingers, his tongue delved deeper, those stars shone brighter, and sensations flashed through her body at warp speed.

Then his fingers were pumping in and out of her, and his mouth latched onto her bud, suckling it hard, the tip of his tongue swirling over it again and again until it shoved her off the edge.

Right into the most intense orgasm of her life.

She cried out Jake’s name as her head thrashed on the pillow, and her hips rocked frantically as Jake drew out every single drop of pleasure from her that he could.

When her eyes finally fluttered open again as all that remained of the earth-shattering orgasm were a few flutters, she saw Jake smiling smugly.

“Bet you weren't thinking of anything then, sunshine.”

“Only about how good you make me feel.”

“Happy to hear that, because I'm ready to make you come again.”

Alannah giggled. “I don’t think I can. After last night and then that, I think I'm all orgasmed out, used up my quota for the week.”

“Oh, baby girl, you have so much to learn. Who are you?”

“I'm yours,” she answered without hesitation.

“And who am I?”

“You're mine.”

“So what's my job?”

“Umm, to be my partner?”

“No. Well, yes, but that’s not what I meant. My job is to make sure you know your worth. I can't think of a better way to do that than with unlimited orgasms.”

“What you're really saying is you have a plan to kill me by orgasm overload,” she sassed.

Jake laughed, then his hand swatted lightly at her still tingly bundle of nerves, making her yelp.

“Who knew you could be such a little brat.

If you're mine then that means your pleasure is mine, and I'm going to make you come over and over again until you think you can't take it anymore, and then I'm going to make you come again.”

Why did those words have her insides clenching, and a fresh wave of desire crashing over her?

“Now come again for me, baby girl.” Jake’s fingers plunged into her without warning, making her hips rise off the bed.

When his thumb brushed across her overstimulated bud, Alannah cried out, and Jake just chuckled and shifted his position, lifting her legs so they were thrown over his shoulders and she was spread wide open for him.

Taking advantage of this new position, his fingers thrust harder, faster, and he teased her bud with soft swipes of his tongue that weren't nearly enough to push her over the edge.

“Please, Jake, please, please,” she babbled, unsure if she was telling him to give her more and make her come or telling him it all felt like too much.

“You can do it, sunshine. Your body was made for pleasure, made to be worshiped and adored. So come again, baby girl.”

Switching his fingers to her bundle of nerves and his mouth to her entrance, he applied just the right amount of pressure on her bud to have her writhing, her pleas no longer coherent as pressure built inside her.

His tongue thrust deep, so hot, so wet, and when he captured her bud between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking it hard, she fell apart.

The sounds that fell from her lips as she rode out the powerful wave of pleasure that crashed over her were pure euphoria.

This was lovemaking like she’d never known it could exist, and she got to do this every day if she wanted for the rest of her life.

Finally, knowing that she wasn't broken, that her body was capable of the same things as everybody else’s was like living in a dream that was actually reality.

“That was … that was …” she babbled as she managed to pry open her eyes to find an even smugger-looking Jake smiling at her.

“Incredible, indescribable, phenomenal, mind-blowing, extraordinary,” he supplied for her.

“All of that. But, Jake, I don’t think I have more than one more in me, seriously, and I want it with you inside me.”

Jake just chuckled and grabbed her under the arms, pulling her up as he shifted onto his knees and settled her so her back was to his chest, her knees on either side of his.

In this position, his thick, hard length nestled against her center, and she ground against it on pure instinct, making Jake chuckle again.

“I see you have a short memory, sunshine, let’s see if we can do something about that. See if we can remind you who’s in control here.”

One of his hands claimed her breasts, teasing one nipple and then the other, rolling them between his fingers and tweaking them, while his other rested on her stomach, his fingers slipping between her spread legs and delving into her soaked center.

This man was pure magic, and her head tipped back to rest against his shoulder as he worked her quickly toward her third orgasm of the morning.

As she rocked her hips, savoring the feel of his body against hers Alannah had to wonder, was death by orgasm really such a bad way to go when the man delivering them was both her best friend and the man she loved?