by Layla Frost
Jake: Babe, where’d you go?
I was tempted to let him sit and wait, but games were never my thing.
Me: I’m making my deliveries. I’ll be back in a couple of hours to clean up.
Jake: You didn’t come say bye.
Me: You were working. I told you I wasn’t gonna be constantly around. I gotta get this cake in.
As I made my deliveries, I thought about the morning. I was fine with Chloe talking shit about me. The sooner she got it all out, the sooner she was out. I could handle it because I didn’t care about her or what she thought of me.
Obviously, her talking shit about the boys and Jake was a step too far.
I should’ve punched her again.
Felt freakin’ awesome.
I trusted Jake, but he’d lied and I didn’t know why. Maybe I was naive, but I just couldn’t picture him messing with her.
When I returned to the shop, I went straight back to tidy up for the day. As I entered the room, I saw Jake sitting on the couch waiting for me.
He held out his hand. “Come here.”
“I’ve gotta get cleaned up.”
“Just talk to me.”
“Like you talked to me yesterday?”
My stomach dropped as I watched him flinch.
That kills the illogical sliver of hope I had that maybe he hadn’t lied.
“Fuck.” Jake ran his palm across his jaw as he shook his head. “It wasn’t how she made it seem.”
“I know. I’m not an idiot.”
“Then why’re you mad?”
I threw my hands into the air. “You’re hiding shit and flat-out lied last night.” The implied ‘duh’ went unsaid.
“She called on Monday and said she wanted me back. I told her I’m not interested. Literally, I said two words and hung up. I ignored her followin’ million fuckin’ calls. Last night I’d had enough. We were havin’ a good night, and she texted a few times. Not… Not appropriate texts. And then she called. I was done. I didn’t say jack fuckin’ shit that would encourage her. I told her I was with someone, and to stop with all the shit.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I should’ve. I just worry you’ll get sick of my bullshit. I didn’t want to add any more to the pile.”
“What bullshit?”
“How many hours I put in here. The stupid shit I say.”
“I work just as much. And I put my foot in my mouth all the time, too.”
“Sweets, c’mon. Come here.”
“Fine, Mr. Bossy Pants.” When I got within reach, Jake grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap.
“I can’t lose you, Piper.” His words were muffled as he buried his head in my hair and neck.
“You won’t unless you lie. And that includes lies by omission. You’ve gotta trust me and know I’m not gonna leave at every bump. I don’t brace anymore, Jake,” I pointed out. “And neither should you.”
“You’re right.”
“Of course I am. So what’s the deal with Chloe? Why is she showing up all of a sudden?” I moved to straddle him, the side of my wrap skirt opening to show almost my whole thigh.
He sighed, looking and sounding annoyed. “I’ve got no fuckin’ clue. We split a long time ago and I haven’t seen her much since.”
“Why’d you breakup?”
“There were a lot of reasons.”
“Such as?”
“When Chloe and I got together, she was a different person. She seemed down with my life, the shop, all that. She just fit so even though we weren’t serious, we also were. You know?”
I laughed. “Not even a little.”
“It was more that she was there and I was there, and so we were together. Not that we were together. Now do you get me?”
“I think so.”
“Anyway, she started changin’. Dressin’ different and tryin’ to be someone she wasn’t. All of a sudden she wanted to go out all the time to upscale restaurants. Then she was buggin’ me to take her to my folks’ dinner parties. She’s a biker bitch pretendin’ to be a rich bitch,” Jake said, using my words.
“The worst of both worlds.”
“Fuckin’ tell me about it. When business picked up, she started naggin’ me about the time I spent here. But she’d turn around and want me to take her places or buy shit with the money I was workin’ so hard for. When my dad would get on my case about going back to law school, she was right there with him. It didn’t matter that the business was a success; my title wasn’t good enough. I’d heard it enough from my folks, I didn’t need to hear it from my supposed woman.”
“I still don’t get that.”
“You wouldn’t, ‘cause you’re not a bitch.”
“Well, yeah, there’s that. So what happened to finally end it?”
“She wasn’t fun. It wasn’t like the good times were good and the bad times were bad. There were no good times. She’d just been doin’ what she had to do to try to hook me. It wasn’t even like she’d been very stealth about it. I was just so caught up in gettin’ shit up and runnin’ here that I didn’t notice her most of the time.”
Ouch! Harsh.
Well-deserved, but still.
“Honestly, it was one of the reasons I kept you at a distance. I’d always wanted someone like you, but I’d never found anythin’ even close. By the time I met you, I was jaded. I kept waitin’ for you to change.”
I opened my mouth, but he kept talking.
Shocking.
“You aren’t gonna. I know that now. Still, I don’t wanna give you any reason to leave.”
I leaned against him to whisper in his ear. “You know I won’t leave you. I’m yours.” I ran the tip of my tongue over the edge of his ear, eliciting a groan as he raised his hips. “Alright, I’ve gotta get cleaning.”
“No, you don’t.”
Holding my ass, Jake stood and carried me across the hall to his office.
*******
After some hardcore making out while I straddled him on his chair, I stood up, much to Jake’s dismay.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I asked, breathlessly.
“Nope, that’s why I started my own business. Let them handle it.”
“Well, I’ve gotta get stuff done. Why don’t you go help them out, Mr. Bossy Pants?”
“Not really in a position to go out there. Unless somethin’ needs to be hammered.” Jake grabbed the bulge in his jeans to emphasize the point.
And what a big point it is.
I focused on his hand there. I’d never… Well, there was a lot I’d never seen or done before Jake. But that?
That was hot.
Licking my suddenly dry lips, I looked back up to meet his eyes. “Well, I gotta get those dishes done.” I started unbuttoning my cardigan, easing it down my arms and off. “Don’t wanna get my sweater wet.”
“Baby,” Jake croaked before clearing his throat. “That skirt looks nice. Best to be safe and take it off too.”
“You’re so smart, Mr. Hyde.” I untied the bow at the side of my skirt. Pulling it off carefully, I held it in front of me and blocked his view.
“You can’t do the dishes holdin’ that skirt, Miss Skye.”
“Very true.” I folded it, gradually exposing more skin.
Jake leaned back in his chair and put his boot clad feet on the desk. Watching me intently, he slid his zipper down and freed his hard cock. “Don’t wanna get dirty water on your shirt either. Take it off.”
“Yes, Mr. Hyde.” Using my fingertips, I traced the lace trim at the top of my cami and grazed over my cleavage. Goosebumps broke out across my skin and my nipples tightened in my bra. Running my hands down my chest and torso, I crossed my arms and gripped the bottom hem. I pulled the shirt up over my head and folded it before putting it with my skirt.
Jake’s fist tightened around his cock.
My plan was backfiring. Badly. I’d wanted to tease him, and yet I was so turned on my thighs were slick.
Better st
ep it up a notch.
“Oh no. There’s a problem, Mr. Hyde. This is my very favorite bra. See how good it looks on me?” I leaned over to show off my cleavage. “I would hate for it to get ruined.”
“Then take it off, Miss Skye,” Jake’s deep voice rumbled, his hand working himself more.
I nodded, arching my back to unhook my bra. I crossed my arm over my chest and slid the strap off. Switching arms, I repeated the process. I pulled the bra down but kept my arm in place, blocking my naked breasts.
“Much better.”
“How’re you plannin’ on gettin’ work done usin’ only one hand?”
I dropped my arm. “Is this better?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I watched Jake’s hand move faster, mesmerized at the wickedness of it.
“And what about your panties, Miss Skye?”
“Oh, I don’t think we have to worry about those.”
“Why not?”
My voice was thick with lust. “They’re already soaked. Ruined, really.”
“Take them off.” Jake’s voice was equally thick, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched me.
I hooked my thumbs into the side of my panties and pulled them down, bending at the waist to remove them. “Better?”
“Come here, Miss Skye.”
“I’ve gotta go across—”
“Now.”
“Yes?” I asked, walking to the side of his desk.
Jake stayed lounged in his chair. “You have work to do.”
“You’re correct. I’ll just head across the hall now.”
“Try it.” The sound of Jake’s boots hitting the ground echoed in the room as he dropped his legs from the desk.
Taking his challenge, I began to slowly inch backwards. I wasn’t going to open the door, but I figured touching it would make me the winner. I shifted to take off, but I was too late.
I burst out laughing when Jake easily reached out and hooked me around the waist. Lifting me, he sat my ass on the edge of his desk and stood between my spread legs.
“Not fair. Your arms and legs are longer,” I fake pouted.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Yes it does. Otherwise I’d have totally won.”
“Sweets, you kept lookin’ in the direction you were gonna go.”
“Just part of my plan to throw you off.” My breath hitched as Jake moved closer to cup my breasts, his thumbs skimming my nipples. The feel of his cock pressed against me stole any other teasing words I might have had. “Please,” I whispered. Biting my lip to muffle my cry, I dropped my head to his chest as he roughly pushed in.
“For the rest of my life, Piper. You’ll be mine for the rest of my fuckin’ life. And I’ll be addicted to this pussy ‘til the day I die.”
“Oh, God, Jake,” I moaned, his words going straight to my heart and continuing lower. I pressed my lips to his chest, panting as he moved faster. My legs tightened and trembled as the delicious pressure built.
Before I could let go, a loud knock sounded at the door.
“Whoever it is, go the fuck away,” Jake snarled, his movement slowing.
“Sorry, brother, but we need you out here,” Kase yelled back.
I was so freakin’ close. Now I’m gonna have blue balls.
Wait, what’s the chick equivalent of blue balls? Hot pink vulva?
That sounds like all girl metal band. Or a bad car knockoff.
“No. Now fuck off.”
“You mean so we can fuck on?” I whispered. I heard Jake’s chuckle, but I felt it in some very good places.
“Fine, it’s your business. Let it go to hell. Never mind about your loyal employees or anything,” Kase said dramatically.
I giggled and moved my ass back to separate our bodies.
“Stay here,” Jake ordered, kissing me roughly. He pulled his pants back up, adjusting himself with a groan. “Kase, get the fuck away from the door.”
“Why? Is Piper naked in there? Pipe, you naked?”
“Yes. Gloriously. I’m thinking of becoming a nudist,” I yelled back.
Jake scowled at me, shaking his head.
“I think that’s a good idea. As tempted as I am to sneak a peek, I don’t think my heart could take it. I’ll be in the garage.”
I laughed, which got me a deeper scowl from Jake.
“Don’t encourage him.”
“Can’t help it that I’m adorable.”
Jake’s scowl lessened as he left the room muttering, “Don’t I fuckin’ know it.”
Despite his bossiness, as soon as the door closed, I got dressed. Going to the break room, I made quick work of cleaning up. When I finished, I was surprised that Jake hadn’t returned.
I walked out to the garage and found him talking with Kase and Z. They looked tense as they stood around a sweet Corvette.
Jake looked up and smiled when he saw me. “Sorry, babe.”
“No biggie. I’m done for the day here, so I’m gonna take off.”
“You and I have some work to finish.”
“No can do, Mr. Bossy Pants. I’ve got errands to run. I’ll meet you at home later.” I lifted up to kiss his cheek.
“Sounds good, sweets.” His eyes were soft as he brushed a kiss to my lips.
I put a little extra sway in my hips as I walked away. When I was almost to the door, I looked back over my shoulder and saw Jake’s eyes on me. “By the way…”
“Yeah?”
“I hope you don’t mind, but I couldn’t use that thing that got ruined while we were working earlier.” I saw his eyes drop to my ass. “I left them in your office.”
“Piper, get back in there. Now!” He stepped towards me.
“Nope. See you at home,” I called over my shoulder as I hurried out the door.
*******
Jake wasn’t kidding; Inappropriate Hard-on Time can totally screw with the schedule.
When I got home that night, I began working on the two frostings that I hadn’t been able to make at Hyde’s. I put in my earbuds, cranked my music, and went to work.
I turned around to grab something and jumped when I saw Jake leaning against the wall.
No big deal. I was just dancing around like a dingus and singing into my whisk. Not embarrassing at all.
Liar.
“I didn’t realize you were…” I started, pulling my earbuds out only to realize I was yelling. “Home,” I finished on a whisper.
“Just got here. Was enjoyin’ the show.”
“Oh, you mean things like this?” I grabbed a spoon with frosting on it and dipped my finger in it. Putting my finger in my mouth, I sucked it clean.
“Such a damn tease,” Jake growled.
I laughed and turned back to pack up for the night. “Crap, I didn’t realize how late it was.”
“Ready for bed?”
I turned to Jake, laughing again at the tone of his voice. My laughter died when I caught sight of the bulge in his jeans. “Oh yeah.”
I took care of my nighttime stuff and put on one of my sexier nighties with no panties. When I got to my room, I paused at the door and looked at Jake. Leaning back against my headboard, his arms were behind his head, the blanket pulled up to his waist. I knew from experience that he had nothing on underneath.
“You comin’?”
I plan on it.
“Just enjoying the view.” I walked to my side of the bed.
“Tired?”
“Not exhausted. Why?”
“Just wanted to make sure before I did this.” Flipping back the blanket and sheets, Jake leaned across the bed to grab my waist and yank me down to him. “You know how hard it was to get any fuckin’ work done when all I kept doin’ was picturin’ you strippin’?”
I threw a leg over his lower abdomen to straddle him. “Try working with frosting. I kept thinking about where I wanted you to lick it off of me.” Holding his cock, I positioned him and slid down until he filled me.
“Christ.” Jake held me as he kept the rhythm slo
w. “Payback.”
“No. Faster. Harder.” I pushed down, but Jake’s fingertips dug into my hips. I was ready to explode and he’d barely touched me.
Jake pulled my hips down and thrust up. I cried out, my release just out of reach. My pussy contracted, pulsing and needing more. Greedy for it.
He stilled. “Fuck, did I hurt you?”
“Good. So good. Baby, fuck me hard like that.”
“Wild,” he murmured, running his hands up my sides. He cupped my breasts, the pads of his thumbs tracing my nipples.
I arched my back, pushing my chest into his hands.
“More.” My voice was a husky, demanding rasp.
“Grab the top of the headboard.”
I straightened to follow his direction.
“Hold tight, yeah?”
I nodded, grinding against him, desperate.
“Perfect,” he groaned.
Gripping my hips, he lifted his off the bed and drove into me. Rising and falling, I met him thrust for thrust as I came powerfully. Grunts, screams, moans, and growls filled the room.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t hold out.” Jake’s pelvis lifted and his hands brought me down harder. Going faster, we kept a frantic pace, though our movements stayed synchronized.
Continuous.
Perfect.
Jake’s hand cupped the back on my head and pulled me to him, my mouth crashing down on his. His kiss was savage as he came.
After catching my breath, I tried to fall to the side. Jake rolled with me so he was on top and still inside me. I wiggled my hips a little, enjoying the feeling.
“Christ, Piper. I just came so hard I thought I’d die, but I can’t bring myself to pull out.”
When he nuzzled into my neck, I wrapped my arms around him, wanting him to stay.
Wanting it forever.
Chapter Ten
Birthday Infatuation
“Tell me about your heart tattoo,” Jake said at dinner Friday night.
It’d been less than a week since I’d started using the Hyde kitchen, and it was awesome. My work got done quicker, I saw Jake loads more, and we got to fool around during the day.
