Page 90 of Pucking Around

We seal it with a kiss, his hands softening on me, slipping down to my shoulders. “Tell me the truth,” he mutters against my mouth. “What’s the deal with the pierced cock?”

I huff out another laugh, pulling back. “Are you really that curious? I guarantee you he’d let you play with it. You could have all the firsthand knowledge you want—”

“Seattle,” he growls. “I’m dying over here.”

I bite my lip, trying to think of how to sensitively phrase my first experience of mind-blowing fuck-me-all-better sex with Caleb and his magically ribbed dick. My hips still have a heartbeat from being bent over and pulverized against the counter. “Umm…”

“Oh, fuck that.” Jake snatches me up again, marching me across his room into the bathroom.

“Jake—what are you doing—”

“We’ve gotta remind this pussy what an all-natural man can do.” He gives my ass another stinging slap before setting me on my feet in his massive, dark-tiled bathroom. He’s got a deep soaking tub. It’s big enough to fit two people easily. The shower is huge too, with a double rainfall shower head.

Jake jerks the dials, sending water cascading down, filling the room with the sound of a waterfall. “Take your clothes off, Seattle.”

“Oh, yeah?” I say, arms crossed. “What’ll happen if I do?”

He drops his grey sweats to the floor. It’s the only piece of clothing he’s wearing. So now I’m standing with a perfectly naked Jake Compton. God, he’s got a gorgeous cock. I’m one of those women that actually finds cocks beautiful. Jake’s just does something to me. I’m salivating, desperate for more of this man.

He steps forward, fisting that pretty cock, his gaze molten. “You’re gonna get in my shower, Seattle. And I’m gonna press you up against the wall and tongue fuck you til you scream. Once you’ve come on my face, I’m gonna remind you how good we are together, how much you likethiscock. You know you crave me like I crave you. Now take off your fucking clothes.”

I’m only pretending to be a cool customer. Inside, I’m a molten volcano. Slowly, I strip off my tank top, dropping it to the floor. He watches me, his hooded gaze calm and confident. He knows there’s no universe in which I’m not getting in that shower. He’s my magnet. We’re meant to collide.

I kick off my little slip-on tennis shoes and dip my thumbs into the top of my leggings and undies together, pulling them down. I shimmy out of both and right myself.

“Baby—what—” Jake’s lazy smile disappears in a blink as he steps forward. “What happened?”

My own smile falls as I glance down. Standing naked in front of your lover, the last thing you want to hear them say is ‘what happened?’

His hands ghost over my hips, his thumbs barely brushing the skin.

“What?” I say, trying to look down.

He spins me around, so I see myself in the mirror.

“Oh...shit,” I murmur. I’ve got bruises growing on my hips from where Cay slammed me up against the counter.

“What did you do? Are you hurt?” says Jake, his voice so earnest as he looks at my naked reflection in the mirror, his hands featherlight on my hips.

“No,” I say quickly. “I, umm…it’s fine.”

His eyes narrow. “Oh…” I see the moment it clicks for him.Snapgoes his control. “Oh, no he fucking didn’t. I’llkillhim—CAY!”

“Jake, no!” I spin around, grabbing his arm as he tries to stalk off naked and hunt Caleb down. I honestly don’t know who could take who in an ass-kicking contest. Sure, Jake is in NHL-ready shape, but Caleb might secretly take cage-fighting lessons. “Jake, I’m fine—”

“You look like he tried to saw you in half!”

“Iaskedfor it,” I admit, placing a soothing hand on his chest. “It was a moment for us. We had some stuff to iron out. We did, and now we’re good, and we’re both here.” My hand drifts up to cup his face. “Look at me, angel.”

His gaze softens as he takes me in. His hand raises to wrap around my wrist.

“In Seattle, I packed up my stuff in tears,” I whisper, giving him all my truth. “I left that hotel room…I leftyou…and the moment the door shut, I slid down the wall to the floor and I cried. I wanted to go back in so badly. I left both the room keys so I couldn’t. Not without waking you—”

“You should have,” he mutters. “I wasn’t done. One night wasn’t enough. It’llneverbe enough for me.”

“I think you think you’ve been alone in missing me,” I go on. “You think this is one-sided…don’t you?”

His silence is answer enough.