by Layla Frost
“Why would I give you shit about something you can’t change?”
“That’s just what’s happened before. I figured, at the very least, it’d be the silent treatment.”
“I’ve already told you I don’t play games. I’m still not getting why you look like someone scratched the Harley.”
“After that shit with Rachel, I figured you weren’t comin’ back. You shouldn’t have had to be in the same room as that bitch. Then my dad showed up and, I’m sure it didn’t escape your notice, I’m not his favorite person and he’s not mine. But you charmed him. You not only made him smile, you made him fuckin’ laugh.”
“I’m not gonna drag your past up and throw it in your face. And your dad obviously cares. He was nice and I see where you get your charm from when you want to,” I joked, wanting to ease some of his agitation.
“Kase said he only caught the last bit of your conversation with Rachel. Now that my dad isn’t watchin’, you wanna fill in the rest?”
“Once again, not particularly.”
“How about you do it anyway.”
I sighed. “He didn’t miss much. She was just asking who I was… seeing.”
“Yeah, I’m sure she phrased it so nicely. Anythin’ else?”
“Uhh.” I hesitated. Talking about anything to do with kids seemed a little too… relationshipy.
“Yeah?” he prompted when I didn’t continue.
“She also said you don’t want kids.”
“No, I don’t,” he affirmed with no hesitation.
“Did you get a vasectomy?”
“That what she said?”
“Yeah, and that you only use your own condoms.”
“That part is true. I didn’t have a vasectomy, though. But, Piper, I’d be lyin’ if I said I hadn’t given it serious thought and consideration. Or that I’m not still thinkin’ it over. I know I don’t want kids. Do you?”
“I hadn’t thought much about it.” In my mind, kids were just another step somewhere in the future. It wasn’t that I didn’t like kids, I loved them. Kids’ cakes were my favorite to do since they were more creative than most adults put together.
But did I want my own?
That I didn’t know.
As much as I wanted to ask Jake why he didn’t want kids, that question felt way too personal.
Cluck, cluck, chicken.
Instead, I grinned up at him. “I gotta get going, I’m behind schedule.”
“Alright, sweets. I wanna take you out tonight, just us. You gonna be done in time?”
“Definitely,” I breathed.
Jake and I are going out just us. Not a hanging out with everyone thing. Not a climbing into bed too exhausted to move thing.
Breathe, Piper, breathe. If you pass out you won’t have time to get ready.
“See ya at seven, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Jake’s mouth dropped to mine. I moved away before things got too heated and my brain went to mush.
I tried not to skip with giddy excitement as I headed to my car, but there was a definite bounce in my step.
Chapter Six
Finally
Even though the clock said nearly seven, I was fairly certain a week had passed since I’d left Hyde.
I had a good feeling about how the night would go. Or, at least, how I hoped it would.
Surprisingly, I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t obsessing and doubtful as I overanalyzed every last detail. I didn’t even have my usual indecision about what I was going to wear.
Remembering Jake’s words earlier, I slipped on blue lace panties and a garter with back seamed thigh highs. When I put on my favorite dress, I loved the way it felt and knew I’d made the right choice.
With its retro rockabilly vibe, the dark blue dress stopped above my knees and fit like a second skin. A thick, black halter strap led down to its square neckline and a matching wide black band went around the waist.
I put on my black heels and sat carefully on the edge of my bed to tie their blue ribbons around my ankles. I moved slowly as I tried not to fall over, smother myself with my cleavage, or split the dress apart in a girly impression of the Hulk.
I hummed softly as I applied my makeup with steady hands, using lavender and gray eye shadow and a few coats of mascara for romantic smoky eyes. I left my hair down but added soft waves to it.
As I walked into the living room, I congratulated myself on having my head together.
I’m so steady I’m a rock. I’m a woman that has it going on. I can have my cake and eat it too. I’m like one of the ladies in feminine product commercials. I can play tennis, go swimming, ride a—
A knock at the door interrupted the inappropriate ending to my thoughts. When I opened it to Jake, I was no longer a rock.
I was mush.
Instead of his usual t-shirt, he was wearing a tailored black suit coat with an untucked dark gray button down. The jacket did amazing things for his already broad shoulders and the colors made his eyes more vibrant.
His dark wash jeans were a slimmer fit than he normally wore, but still hung low on his hips. I knew if his shirt was lifted, the indentation of his pelvic muscles would be on full display for me.
Not that I have sex on the brain or anything.
Piper, you’re gawking. Say something!
“Hi,” I breathed.
“Fuck,” Jake growled, pulling me to him.
His mouth crashed down on mine. I could feel his hard cock, sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.
I didn’t care that if we kept going I’d need to change my panties. Or that I was making out with a guy in my wide, open doorway for the neighbors to see.
I just didn’t want to stop.
Which was why I whimpered when he pulled away and handed me a bouquet of semi-crushed flowers.
“Think it goes without sayin’, sweets, but I’ll do it anyway. You look fuckin’ gorgeous.”
“Thanks,” I panted, still breathless.
I walked into the kitchen to grab a vase and tried to think of something to say that didn’t sound like corny small talk.
As I arranged the flowers, Jake pressed in close behind me, his arms going to either side of me as his hands gripped the counter’s edge.
“Who’re those from?” he asked, indicating the other bouquet.
My breath hitched as I felt his rough scruff on my shoulder. “A thank you from a client.”
“Hmm. Gotta leave for dinner,” he whispered in my ear, his lips teasing as they grazed.
“Mmhhmm.”
“Don’t wanna go. I’d rather stay here and eat you ‘til you scream.”
I made a soft whimper from deep in my chest, my knees nearly buckling.
“Let’s go before I change my mind,” he said with a wicked grin as I turned around.
Dinner for one coming right up!
Or would it be going down?
Jake held my hand as we walked outside. He paused on the porch as I locked the door behind us.
We drove to the restaurant in his blue 1977 Camaro. It looked sweet and rode like a dream. Jake told me about all the changes and customizations he’d made since restoring the car. I told him about some that had been made to Bo, though I didn’t do the work myself.
When we arrived in the city, we parked and walked to the restaurant. It was a hole in the wall kind of place that was known for its beer selection and typical bar staples with a gourmet twist. I’d been holding off on going until I turned twenty-one.
I was hoping I’d be able to actually eat some of the highly praised food with the way my stomach was twisting and turning.
“Have you been here before?” I asked when we sat.
“A few times. Z’s a beer snob. This is always his choice when he comes out with us. You?”
“No, but I’ve heard good things.”
“It’s better than good, which is part of why we don’t put up a fight when he drags us here every time.”
“Part?”
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nbsp; “Z’s… not a fan of typical bar rowdiness.”
“Is that why he didn’t stick around Rye?”
“Yeah. He can do Rye in small doses, but not places like Voodoo or Jet’s.” Putting his elbows on the table, Jake leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Which is why it’s important you don’t spread the word about what is some seriously good food. Otherwise, it’ll get popular and he’ll start draggin’ us to some place new. I’m doubtin’ we’ll strike gold twice.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” I whispered as the server approached to take our order.
A silence settled between us when she went to get our drinks.
Say something witty and charming.
Okay, say something alluring and enticing.
Ohhhkay, say something brainy and intellectual.
Fine, how about just say something? You know, make the mouthy do the talky.
Or just keep staring at the bar and looking like a deer caught in the headlights. I’m sure that’s a good look, too.
“What cakes are you working on?” Jake asked, taking me out of my awkward panic.
“A few different ones,” I began as the server dropped off our drinks. As I looked down at my soda, I wished I’d gone with something a little stronger. Something straight out of the vodka bottle.
Jake continued to ask me about my work and soon enough, the conversation began to flow effortlessly.
He told me about the recent work he’d been doing and about the extreme things people had requested, which made me laugh so hard my sides hurt.
I told him about some of my favorite cakes that I’d done and some of the crazier ones, which resulted in Jake throwing his head back and his rich laughter filling the air.
We talked, we ate, and it was, by a long mile, the best date I’d ever had.
*******
After we finished dinner, Jake put his arm around me as we walked down the street. “There are a couple places around here that have concerts nightly or the movie theater is close by. What do you want to do, babe?”
I stopped walking and turned to face him. Bringing his other arm around me, both of his hands dropped to the top of my ass as I looked up at him. “Anything?” I licked my suddenly dry lips.
His eyes followed the movement of my tongue and his grip on my ass tightened. “Anythin’.”
“Hmm,” I started slowly as I pressed myself against him. “If I could choose anything to do, I choose… you.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
I felt Jake’s growl in his chest as he lowered his mouth to mine.
All of the city sounds faded, every thought I had fled, and all I could do was feel.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, both to hold him close and to support myself. We lost control as the kiss became hot, intense, and incredibly inappropriate for a city sidewalk.
“Let’s go,” Jake rumbled as he lifted his head and broke the kiss, leaving me swaying slightly on trembling legs.
We walked in silence to Jake’s car, as if uttering one word would break the tenuous hold we had on acting like civilized adults. The air around us was filled with tense anticipation.
The ride went faster than when we’d been heading to dinner as he pushed the speed limit.
When we got to his condo, Jake let us in and locked the door. He turned to face me, though he didn’t close the distance between us.
Like a pause button had been hit, we just stood and looked at each other.
Moving slowly, Jake kept eye contact as he slid his jacket off, revealing pure, masculine beauty. His every movement was rigid and controlled, but I could sense it was fading fast.
I knew he was giving me space to breathe. Time to think or change my mind.
I needed neither.
His eyes stayed locked on me as he dropped his coat to the floor.
My hand released my purse at the same time, letting it clatter to the floor as its contents spilled out.
I didn’t see what went where and I didn’t care.
Just like that, the standstill was done. Instead of just pressing play, though, someone pressed fast forward.
Before I could blink, I was against the wall with Jake’s mouth hard on mine. Our movements were frantic and urgent, a race to touch and feel all we could. His hands trailed my body, making every nerve ending come to life. I touched every part of him I could reach and felt his muscles flex and ripple in response.
I whimpered and my arms tightened reflexively as Jake moved back slightly to look down at me.
“I’m not walkin’ away, Piper. I tried to but I couldn’t. But say the word and we’ll stop. If you don’t like somethin’, if you want me to stop, even if you just wanna slow down, just say so. Yeah?”
“Okay.” Even as I said it, I knew there was no chance I would want or need to stop.
“Fuck.” He pulled me from the wall and led me into his room. “You deserve soft and sweet for your first time, but that isn’t me. I don’t know if I even have that in me, but as bad as I want you? I don’t think my control could hold for me to make love to you.”
“I didn’t ask you to. I know what I want and it isn’t soft and sweet.” I began unbuttoning his shirt.
He dipped down so I could push his shirt off his shoulders, then repeated the action so I could whip his undershirt off. I traced the gears in his arm tattoo, feeling his bicep muscles tighten under my fingertips.
“What do you want?”
“I want to taste you,” I blurted out.
“No one’s stoppin’ you.”
I felt his hardness straining against the zipper. My fingers shook as I tried to unbutton his pants. When Jake’s large hands covered both of mine, I stopped and looked up at him.
Grasping my hands, he lifted them to his mouth and kissed my palms. A small, sweet smile pulled at his lips as he placed my hands back at the button.
My hands were steadier as I undid his jeans and let them fall.
Jake kicked his shoes and socks off and stepped out of his pants. He sat on the bed and positioned himself against the headboard. Lacing his hands behind his head, he stretched his legs out in front of him.
He almost looked relaxed and indifferent, but I knew better. I could feel the tension emanating from him. The strain from holding back was evident on his face though he tried to hide it.
I climbed up the bed between his legs.
Jake’s arms went behind my neck to unhook my dress and push it down.
Sitting up, I let the dress pool around my knees before kicking it the rest of the way off.
On my knees in between his spread thighs, I ran my fingers along the edge of his boxer briefs. I felt a thrill as his abdominal muscles clenched and his cock jumped and strained. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, feeling his rough hair as I freed him.
Wrapping my hand around the base of him, Jake’s loud moan startled me and I quickly pulled my hand away.
“Good noise, baby. So fuckin’ good. Keep goin’.”
I curled my fingers back around him, feeling coarse hair on the side of my fist. I ran my hand up, gliding gently up the smooth skin of his length.
“Harder, baby. Tighten your grip.”
This is definitely an area where I appreciate the bossy voice.
Feeling his cock through layers of clothes was much different than having nothing in the way. It looked bigger, thicker, stronger, and, it’s worth repeating, bigger. Even still, I knew how sensitive it was. I didn’t want to do anything wrong, especially if it resulted in pain.
“You’re not gonna hurt me, promise,” Jake continued, proving again he could read my mind.
Hesitantly, I held him tighter and rubbed up.
His head fell back as his hips rose from the bed.
I released my grasp and lowered myself to run my tongue up his length before taking the tip in my mouth. Going slowly, I pressed my tongue against him and felt the veins and ridges as I moved.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” Jake
quietly groaned. He used his hands to hold my hair back, allowing me to look at him. “You’re so sexy. Christ, so fuckin’ sexy.”
I took him as deep as I felt comfortable, which wasn’t much. Drawing on my smut knowledge, I added my hand to work his remaining length and found a good rhythm.
Jake’s hips rocked slightly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Hearing his moans, I felt incited, ignited, inspired. I shut out the doubt and just felt him.
It might not be the most artful blow job, but what I lack in finesse, I can make up for in enthusiasm.
“You gotta stop or I’m not gonna last.” His hand fisted in my hair and tugged back gently.
I pushed down against his hold, moaning around his cock at the pull of my hair.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he warned on a guttural groan as he tried half-heartedly to pull me away. When that didn’t work, he switched and used his hand in my hair to guide me. His hooded eyes heated as he watched me. “Fuck. Perfect. So fuckin’ perfect.” His cock surged and grew harder still. He cursed, the sound somewhere between a groan and a shout, as he came.
I wanted to experience everything I could, but I hadn’t thought I’d enjoy it like I had. I definitely hadn’t expected to feel so turned on and powerful.
This gorgeous sex god just got off because of me. Because of what I did to him.
His hand gently pulled me back. I sat up, unsure of what to do, but I didn’t have to think long about it.
Jake gave me a wicked smile. “Your turn.”
His hands gently cupped my face, at odds with the roughness of his mouth as it took mine.
The force pushed me onto my back and my legs spread to allow Jake’s hips to fall between them. I could feel his semi-hard cock pressed against me as his mouth lightly trailed my jaw down to my throat. He moved lower and used the tip of his tongue to circle around my nipples without touching them.
“Please.” I arched myself closer to him, adding a silent plea to my verbal one.
I moaned as his mouth covered my nipple, his teeth biting down around the barbell before he sucked hard. The pad of his calloused thumb grazed across my other nipple, the tender touch a stark contrast with the roughness of his mouth.
