“Don’t yell at me before I’ve had coffee,” I tell him.
“I wasn’t yelling.”
“Scolding, same thing.” I climb off the bed and walk into my closet. I put on a pair of tiny workout shorts and a sports bra. Jake watches me the entire time. I find my sneakers and socks, sit on the bench seat, and put them on.
“Going for a run?” Jake asks, sounding amused.
“You know I’m only running if someone is chasing me.” I shake my head. “I’m meeting my brothers in the gym.”
“Why? You hate the gym,” Jake says.
“But I like pancakes, so I need to start working off those calories.” I don’t tell him I’m meeting CJ and Aiden because they’re insisting on making me practice the self-defense moves we all learned when we were younger. I didn’t keep up with my lessons once I moved to New York.
“You don’t need to lose weight. Your body is fucking perfect just the way it is,” Jake says.
“Thank you, but I do still need to meet my brothers in the gym. You can go and rule the world or whatever it is you do.”
Jake smirks. “I don’t like fighting with you.”
“I don’t like waking up to goodbye notes,” I counter, and he flinches.
“I stayed,” he states.
“Against your better judgement though, right?” I tilt my head, looking at him as I tighten my sneaker while roughly pulling at the laces.
“I stayed because I can’t walk away from you, Jazzy,” he says.
“Why not? You’ve done it before, Jake. I’m sure you can do it again.” I stand and move to walk past him, only to have him reach out and grab hold of my arm, tugging me back and spinning me around. He presses my body against the wall and crowds in on me.
“You are really fucking hot when you’re pissed at me,” he says. One hand is braced on the wall next to my head, the other trails its way down my side before resting on my hip. “If you want a workout, I’m sure we could do something together that would be a lot more fun,” he suggests. Then his lips are on mine.
I moan into his mouth. My arms circle his neck, and I pull him closer. Jake’s hands land on my ass and he picks me up, carrying me over to my bed and lowering me on top. He comesdown with me, covering my body. My legs wrap around his waist as I pull him harder against me.
“Fuck, you have no idea how many times I thought about fooling around with you in this room,” Jake moans, kissing his way down my neck and across my shoulder. Sitting up slightly, he unzips the front of my bra. My breasts fall free. Jake is quick to suck one nipple into his mouth, while his hand cups the other, his fingers twisting and pulling at the hard bud.
My hand holds his head to me, my back arching off the bed as I press my breasts into his touch and rub my core against his hard length.
Oh my god! I’m dry-humping Jacob Westmead in my childhood bedroom.
“I’ve dreamed about this too,” I admit.
“Dry-humping me in your bed?”
“Yes,” I moan as his cock presses harder against me.
“I want to see you come. Make yourself come, Jazzy.” Jake rolls us over so I’m on top of him. “Rub yourself against me.”
His hands cup my breasts, and I unashamedly do what he instructs. I rub my still-clothed pussy against his still-clothed cock. The sensations hitting me and an orgasm working its way to the surface.
“I would prefer to have your cock buried inside me,” I tell him.
Jake chuckles. “Yeah, I’m not fucking you in your father’s house, Jazzy.”
“But you’re okay with fooling around?”
“More than okay with fooling around.” He grabs my hips and pulls me into him harder.
I moan, my body slumping over as my mouth meets his. Our tongues circle each other. I love kissing Jake. I could kiss him forever. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming. My entire body shivers with the explosion of pleasure.