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SKYE

“Do you want to come in for a coffee?” I look into the back seats of the taxi where Jacob is sitting.

Doubt lines furrow his brows. “Um.”

“It’s just coffee.” I wink. “Promise.”

“What about the tutorial you need to record?” His hands squeeze the knees of his widened legs.

I flippantly wave my hand. “It can wait until tomorrow, and besides, I have something to show you.”

He rubs his hand over his buzz cut a couple of times.

“Just a coffee, Jacob,” I reassure him.

Before I know it, we are sitting on my bed together, with our hands around our hot mugs of sweetened steaming coffee.

I brought Jacob up to my bedroom because I’m not sure when Kimmy is due home from work, and I wanted some privacy in case she does come home early.

“Is it weird that I can’t stop looking at you?” I ask.

He rolls his head to the side. “Nah.” Mischief twinkles in his eyes as if to say, I’ve been doing the same to you for years.

He made himself at home as soon as he walked through the door. Scanning my bookshelves, just like he used to do in my childhood room. Pulling a few out to read the blurbs on the back.

He even picked up my still working iPod I got for my sixteenth birthday, scrolling through the list of songs, nodding in approval at my music taste.

It feels nice; him being here feels natural. Like he belongs.

“So, what did you have to show me?” he asks.

Placing my coffee on the nightstand, I pull off my sneaker, then remove my ankle sock.

Out of curiosity, he leans forward to see what I’m doing. I stand tall and lift my foot to rest it on the edge of the mattress.

I ease off the protective film around my ankle to reveal my surprise.

He dips his head to get a better look. “You got a tattoo?” he gasps, his voice barely a whisper but full of admiration.

“Yeah, yesterday.”

He studies it carefully. “It’s really cool. Wow! Who did you go to?”

“Vance at The Bodyworks in the city.”

“That’s who I go to.” He looks up. “He’s the best.”

Well, there’s a coincidence. I didn’t know Jacob goes there.

“He squeezed me in.” I grin. “Do you know what it is?”

“A bird.”

“You are so literal.” I try hard not to roll my eyes. “It’s a special type of bird.”

“A blue one.”

I snort. “Yup, a blue one. But it’s called a blue jay.”

He looks back at my new three-inch watercolor body art.

“A blue jay?” He bites the side of his mouth.

“Yeah. Blue for me. But jay is for you, and can you see what color his eyes are?”

“Green,” he says, oh so quietly.

“The same emerald-green as yours.”

He gulps so loudly it echoes around the room. “You got a blue jay with green eyes tattooed on your ankle for me?” His eyes never leave my skin as he points to his black-tee-shirt-covered chest.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

“I think I want to fucking marry you right now. That is so fucking sexy.”

His words do things to my heart, making it feel like a field of butterflies is dancing in it, and I don’t think he’s realized the enormity of his words.

“It’s still a bit red. He said it would settle in a few days. I have some antibacterial ointment to put on. I must remember to do that before I go to bed.”

“Go get it and I’ll put it on for you,” he says, unable to stop looking at me.

He follows me to the bathroom, and I grab the cream while he washes his hands in the sink.

When we return to the room, he sits down on the bed and tells me to lie back on the pillows and rest my ankle on his broad thigh.

He pops open the tube and squeezes out an inch of ointment along the pad of his thick forefinger.

“I’m serious about us,” I say dreamily.

He covers the soothing balm across my newly inked skin with such tenderness.

I sigh with contentment.

He lifts my ankle and kisses the outer perimeter of my tattoo. Peering at me, his lips lift away from my skin. “Feel better?”

“Much.”

He bends my knee toward my chest and lays my foot flat against the mattress. From the foot of the bed, he crawls toward me.

I spread my legs wide to welcome him.

His eyes never leave mine as he hovers over me, never touching me once.

Looking up into his lust-filled eyes, my heart hammers in anticipation.

“I want to show you how grateful I am.”

I can’t speak.

“Take off your leggings,” he commands, and I’m powerless to resist.

He sits back on his heels and watches me as I whip them off, being careful not to nudge my new tattoo.

I spread my legs wider so he can get a better look.

“You’re wet for me already, aren’t you? Your panties are soaked.” He licks his lips. “Now, take off the panties.”

I push them off my hips and nod because I don’t seem to be able to form words anymore.

“Now spread yourself wide again, Butterfly. Your pussy is fucking beautiful.” His words cause a heavy ache of need between my legs. “Do you have a vibrating friend?”

“Yes.” I blush before scrambling around in the drawer of my nightstand and pull it out.

Smiling, he quickly takes it out of my hand and spits on it.

Holy fucking shit, I didn’t expect him to do that.

He passes it back to me, and with his voice dripping with desire, he instructs me what to do next. “Now touch yourself.”

I take it from him and glide it down my pussy lips before I talk myself out of it. Having only ever been with one man, this is all so new, scary as hell, but so exciting.

“Don’t power it on yet.” He rubs his hand over his now semi-erect length through his jeans. “Let me see that lovely little clit of yours.”

I continue to rub myself back and forth with the toy, using my fingertips to gently open myself up for him.

He tries to contain his gasp by biting his bottom lip with his teeth. “Rub your clit with the toy, then turn it on.”

Circling my clit once, then twice, desperate to come, I click on the power button.

His groan rumbles deep in his chest.

A whimper escapes my throat when the vibration of the toy hits my swollen bud.

“How does it feel, Butterfly?” he rasps.

“So good, Jay. So, so good. I wish it was you touching me.” I arch my back off the bed.

“How bad do you need to come?”

“So bad, Jay. I want you. So, so bad,” I stutter.

“Imagine it’s me. Imagine it’s my fingers pressed against you. Now fuck yourself.” His velvety voice, low and raspy now, vibrates through my body, adding to the sensations that are overwhelming me.

I tease the tip at my entrance before inserting the wand, sliding it deep so the little bunny ears touch my clit. My body clenches around the vibrator as the burn of it spreading me slowly transforms into pleasure.

“God, Skye, you look so beautiful. I wish it was me inside you right now. What I wouldn’t give to feel how tight and wet you are for me.”

His words push me to the edge. My body begins to tingle as the telltale feeling of my orgasm building takes hold.

I move the toy in and out of my body faster.

“Aw, fuck, yeah, just like that, Butterfly.”

“I won’t last,” I pant.

“Then come for me.” His face disappears between my legs and there’s a sudden burst of warm air on my clit unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

I look down and watch him as he blows again and again, the unfamiliar sensation working me into a frenzy.

I push the toy further into my body and hold it deep to rub against my G-spot. Between the vibrations and him blowing on my clit, a white-hot climax rips through me, causing my back to arch off the bed again as I dig my heels into the mattress for leverage. My heart pounds in my chest and I see stars that feel like burning flames of scorching heat.

“That’s my good fucking girl.”

I silently wish he would run his tongue up my inner thigh to give me a taste of what it will be like when he finally touches me between my legs.

Every inch of my body feels alive with energy, as if his commands and instructions have reached each and every nerve ending in my body.

“Such a good girl.” His praise sends a wave of pleasure across my body.

Through hooded eyes, he continues to watch me come down from my high, my breath slowing to its normal pace.

I wince when I remove the vibrator as it tries to pull more pleasure from my body.

Jacob watches with fascination. “You are soaked.” He bites his lip.

Tapping the power off, I don’t get a chance to lower it to the bed because he takes it from my fingertips and sucks the toy into his mouth, moaning loudly as he does.

Removing it from between his lips, he rests it on the bed. “You taste fucking amazing. Sweet like honey.”

Between my legs, still fully exposed to him, he hovers back over me again. Looking down, he grins. “Thank you for the tattoo.”

“Thank you for the orgasm.”

His mouth twists up to one side in amusement. “No one has ever thanked me for making them come before.”

I wrinkle my nose. I don’t want to think about him with anyone else.

Detecting how uncomfortable that makes me feel, he says, “I’m so fucking hard for you. I’m going to have to go home and jerk off in the shower.”

“I wish I could do that for you,” I whisper teasingly through soft words.

“Me too,” he groans, rubbing his hand over his hard length again. “You’re all I can think about.” Carnal ferocity burns in his eyes.

“You seem like a dream. One blink, and poof , you might just disappear, and we won’t get our happy ending,” I admit.

“Neither of us is going anywhere. Whatever difficulties we face, we’ll face them together.”

“But what if I get kidnapped by a horrible prince who wants to do unspeakable things to me and lock me in his castle?” I go all out on my The Princess Bride themed question.

“Have you seen the size of my sword?”

I laugh at his silliness. “You’d rescue me?”

“I would fucking die for you.”

“Don’t die for me; we need the happy-ever-after part.”

“Okay.” He rolls his eyes. “Until then, my happy ending is waiting for me, in my shower, at home. With Palm and her five friends.” He lifts his hand from the mattress and wiggles his fingers.

He lightens the moment and all my concerns about us subside.

At least until tomorrow.