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His fingers stroked the back of my neck. “You don’t need to be, baby. I’m gutted I lost her, but I’m grateful to be here with you. My world stopped turning the day Allie died, then I looked into your eyes that night two years ago, and you made it spin again.”

My heart fluttered at his beautiful words. “For someone who doesn’t know what to say around me, you’re doing a stand-up job.”

Jake’s chuckle was rough and deep. “Maybe you bring out the romantic in me.” His hand lifted to the dip in my back, and he pulled me in until our bodies connected. His cock was hard, and I shivered at the sensation as he ground himself against me.

He leaned into my neck, his lips skimming my collarbone, his fingers lifting the hem of my tank, pulling it up my arms and over my head, leaving my breasts bared.

“I can’t get enough of you. Just when I think I’ve had my fill, you pick up a guitar and weave your magic.

Never seen anything as sexy as you playing your guitar wearing just a pair of panties and a tiny little titty top. ”

I giggled at the tickling sensation from his stubble as it scraped across my neck. “It’s not as sexy as watching you lie back naked with your arm flung over your eyes with that chest and all. You’re hotter than Hades, and twice as bad.”

His hand trailed across my breast, and my nipple pebbled in response. I let out a contented sigh and wriggled in his arms, my thighs clenching with need.

“You burn me up,” he muttered. “I feel like I’m gonna spontaneously combust. Everythin’ about you makes me hard. Even when you’re bratty. Hell, especially when you’re bratty.” His teeth grazed the underside of my breast. “Never tasted anythin’ sweeter than you, Saint McClure.”

My toes curled as his mouth enclosed a nipple, and he sucked hard and wet before trailing kisses across my chest and drawing the other one between his lips. My head spun with need, and my skin burned for him, and going by the way heat rolled off him in waves, he burned for me, too.

My hand lowered to his cock, and I trailed my fingers across it, making his hips buck against my hand. “Touch me,” he commanded, his voice rough and growly.

Wrapping my fingers around him, I began to pull and twist, adjusting the strength of my grip as I tugged .

Jacob let out a low moan, and he buried his face in my throat and sucked on the soft skin there.

“I love how hard you get for me,” I whispered, stroking up and down.

“Jesus, woman,” he rasped. “You’re gonna make me nut.” He pulled out of my hold and slid an arm under my leg, hitching it up and opening me good and wide. “Fuck!” he cut out. “Wrap.”

He let me go, his arm going to his nightstand to grab a condom. I took the opportunity to wriggle out of his hold and slide down the bed until I was face-to-face with his big, hard dick.

Grabbing the base roughly, I took the tip in my mouth, then with a deep moan, I slid my lips down his length, sucking hard as I went.

“Jesus fuck!” he groaned, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

I gagged slightly but quickly recovered and began to suck up his length slowly until I reached the burgeoning head and swirled my tongue around it.

His hips bucked again, and the next thing I knew, I was being hauled up by the arms and slammed onto my back.

He expertly sheathed his cock, and I licked my lips at the delectable sight.

I could still taste him on my tongue, his scent all man and musky, with a hint of citrus and cedar from his Bleu De Chanel cologne.

Fucking hot.

He hovered over me, his eyes gleaming. “You gonna take it rough?”

I leaned up on my elbows and nipped his earlobe. “As rough as you can give it to me, Iceman.”

With a groan, Jake came to me, and I spread my legs wide, getting ready to take him. My entire body heated, and my clit throbbed, nipples still peaked as he hitched my leg again from under the knee and held it high. “Sexy as goddamned fuck,” he muttered .

I felt his cock nudge my opening, then his hips jerked, and he pushed inside, filling me up. He rooted himself to me, no inch spared, and ground his hips in a circular motion, catching my clit on the pass before pulling all the way out to the tip until I felt empty and slamming back inside again.

My pussy ached, it was so full of him, and he ground into me again, lowering his mouth to suck on my neck.

Waves of pleasure ebbed through my body, my pussy pulsed, and my clit hummed every time the base of his hard, thick cock circled against it, giving me the friction I needed to start building to my climax.

Jacob hoisted my knees higher until they were almost flush with my chest, gaining access to go deeper than anyone had before.

He slammed his cock inside, then pulled out to the tip before thrusting hard again, over and over, until my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my walls clenched around him.

I got lost in the moment and in the force of the intense pleasure he was giving me. “Fuck... Jacob... yeah, baby, fuck me hard.” My words were a chant, almost nonsensical, as I begged him to fuck me rough and to never stop.

My orgasm, when it came, was like a white-hot poker spearing through me, and I cried out into the room, every muscle on fire, the tendons in my neck straining as he bit down on my throat and sucked hard.

I cried out, “Don’t fucking stop.”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Come on my cock, Saint.”

I let out a keening cry as the waves of pleasure enveloped me. My fingernails dug into his ass, and I held on tight as he fucked me hard through my orgasm.

He let out a shout, and I felt his cock swell. Then warmth flooded me, and I felt a pulsing sensation as he filled the condom with his hot cum. His hips lost all rhythm, and he panted against my throat, his teeth scraping against my fluttering pulse as I came back to Earth with a satisfied sigh.

His pounding began to slow and soften until it became a gentle glide, and I felt the tension leave his body. He slumped down, releasing my knee, his hand going straight to my breast and cupping it gently.

Jacob lifted his head and stared down at me, his lips quirking. “You okay?”

I smiled like the cat who got the cream (because right then, that’s what I was) and nodded enthusiastically.

“One of these days, I’ll fuck you all night”—he checked the clock on my nightstand—“not just for forty minutes.”

“I don’t care,” I whispered. “It’s never been this good for me. I like how spontaneous we are. I love how we can be sitting, having a conversation, a deep one at that, and then you pounce on me like you’re starving, and I’m your next meal.”

“It’s you and that guitar,” he rumbled, his icy eyes softening. “You do things to me. You’re like a beautiful songbird. Never believed in magic before; never had reason to. But you weave a spell on me that I never wanna break.”

“For someone who says he’s not romantic, you make my heart do somersaults, Jacob Irons.”

His answering grin was full of mischief. “I’ve got a few good lines up my sleeve. You may be a songbird, but I’m a pilot, baby. I can take you to heaven and back.”

Outwardly, I groaned at the cheesiness of his line, but inside, I melted.

His hands caught mine, and he dragged them up the bed until they rested beside my head. “Loved you then,” he whispered. “Love you now. And I’ll love you forever. ”

A rush of warmth spread through me, mingling with the desire I always felt when I was around him. My eyes filled with tears of emotion.

It was the first time he’d told me he loved me.

The first time anyone had where it was real, and not because I was performing on stage.

“I sing to thousands of people all over the world,” I croaked. “But nobody ever saw me the way you do. Nobody ever made me feel so seen or so relevant. To you, I’m not Saint McClure, the rock singer; I’m just me, and you’re just you.”

He rolled us until we lay on our sides again, facing each other the same way we did before we fucked. “Nah, baby. I’m Iceman. Biker bad boy and bodyguard who’s gonna corrupt my sweet, innocent girl and make her beg for my dick.”

I giggled, storing that information in my head for future use.

“You gonna corrupt me, big, bad biker Iceman?” I asked softly.

He nodded, cupping my jaw before kissing me hard on the lips, and we began to make out again. My hand slid around to grasp his ass, and he moaned into my mouth. “Fuck, baby. How the hell am I hard agai?—”

Jacob’s phone pinged, and he froze briefly before releasing my lips and lifting his head. “That’s a security notification,” he cut out.

My stomach dropped.

Like a flash, he was up, grabbing his cell and checking the cameras.

“Somebody’s out back.” He bent down to grab his jeans and stood up to pull them over his legs and ass.

“Lock the door behind me and call Colt.” He tossed his phone toward me.

“My code’s zero-eight-zero-one. Tell him what’s happening and to lock in and get images.

When you’re done, call the cops.” He pulled his tee over his head, then went to his dresser to rummage through the bottom drawer .

My eyes widened when something glinted in the lamplight, and I saw he’d pulled out a black handgun. “Oh my God.”

He nodded to the phone in my hand. “Keep your shit together and make the call, Saint.”

I stared at the gun, open-mouthed.

“Saint!” he barked. “Stay with me, baby.”

Snapping my mouth shut, I nodded, cursing at my clumsy, trembling fingers as I fumbled with the phone.

A soft kiss landed on my head, and Jake murmured, “You’ll be okay, baby.”

I glanced up to meet his eyes, and my heart tugged painfully. “I’m more worried about you. Please be careful.”

“Always.” He pulled me up and toward the door, ordering, “Lock it after me,” before pulling it open and disappearing.

After twisting the key, I looked down at the phone, my fingers shaking as I keyed in the passcode. It lit up in my hands, and I gasped at all the tech that had been programmed into it.