Jazzy frowns. “Well, we can’t risk your royal bloodline being tarnished by a peasant, right?”
“No, I don’t want to risk your safety. I don’t want to put a target on your back. I happen to like you alive and well,” I tell her. “I love you, Jasmine.”
“Don’t worry. I’m on birth control.” She smiles and then lifts her hips so only the tip of my cock is left inside her before she sinks back down again.
A part of me hates that she’s on birth control. I mean, it’s good. The last thing she needs is to be held back with my kid. At the same time, I’d love to fucking see her knocked up. The Westmead fortune is likely going to be passed down to my cousin’s kids, because I don’t plan on having any. Unless it’s with Jazzy. And I can’t put her in that position.
All thoughts of that erase when Jazzy lifts and sinks back down on me a second time. My hands grab for her hips. I let her set the pace, because if it were me, I’d be fucking her like a starved fucking man who just got his first meal in over a decade.
Chapter Fifteen
I’m trying really hard not to dwell on the fact he wouldn’t want kids with me. I’ve never even wanted kids, and I don’t want to be pregnant right now. But if I did have kids, I would want them to be Jake’s. I know he’d be a great dad.
His fingers dig into my skin as I continue to move up and down his shaft. His cock stretching me in the best way. My pace increases as I feel myself get closer and closer to that edge. Jake moves one of his hands to my clit, his finger circling the hard bud. His other hand wraps around my hair, pulling my head backwards.
His mouth latches on to one of my breasts, and then I’m gone, flying over that orgasmic cliff. I’m shaking, yet my body feels as if I’m floating on a cloud. Jake stiffens, jerking his hips upwards into me as he comes, warm liquid squirting into me.
It’s a foreign feeling. I’ve never had unprotected sex before. The sensation of him emptying himself into me sends me into another orgasm. My core clenching him tight as his name leaves my lips in a scream of ecstasy.
“Fucking hell,” Jake groans.
I collapse against his chest, my lungs fighting for air, my heart beating rapidly.Well, that just happened.
I wanted to distract him. I wanted to give him something else to focus on other than the loss of his parents. But if I’m honest, I’ve wanted this, him, for so damn long.
I pick my head up and stare into his eyes. “Just so you know, I love you too. I didn’t say it back, but I do.”
Jake brushes my hair away from my face, a sadness washing over his expression. “I know.”
The moment is too intimate. I get it. I just admitted that I love him. But I’ve always loved him. That won’t stop just because he broke my heart when we were sixteen.
With the memory of waking up alone, I climb off his lap. Jakes gaze settles on my upper thighs, my bare pussy.
“That is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.
“What? A vagina? I’m pretty sure you’ve seen plenty of them, Jacob Westmead.”
“No… well, your pussy is fucking stunning. But seeing my cum dripping out of it? Fucking hot as shit, Jazzy.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” I turn, bend over, and pick up my discarded clothes.
“Fuck,” Jake grits out.
When I straighten, he jumps up off the sofa and crosses the room, staring at the monitors on the wall.
“Get dressed, now,” he says, his voice firm.
“What’s wrong?” I move to stand next to him and that’s when I answer my own question. “What the hell? Who are they?” I ask, but Jake isn’t saying anything. He still just staring.
There are at least ten men, dressed all in black, their faces covered in black masks and their arms weighed down by rifles.
Jake finally turns to me. “You are safe in here, Jazzy. No one will find this room, and if they do, they won’t be able to get in,” he tells me. “I do need you to get dressed, though.”
I watch the screens as I start putting my clothes back on. First my bra, then my dress. Using my panties, I do my best to wipe up the cum leaking down my inner thighs. Jake watches me, amusement on his face. When I’m done, he snatches my underwear out of my hand and pockets it.
I scrunch up my nose. “You can throw those out.”
“Sure, I’ll do that,” he says, but his eyes are locked on the screen. The men are walking through the entire house. “I’m going out there. I want you to call your father or one of your uncles. They’ll come get you out. But do not leave this room until they do, Jazzy.”