Claire reached out and gripped the crystal doorknobs of the double doors and turned them slowly, anticipation making her heart race. Pushing open the doors, she gasped at the sight before her. The room was completely finished. The plush carpeting and drapes were of the same rich, blue color.
The drapes across the triple window that faced the front of their home had a pattern of white and gold delicate lines that swirled as if it was a grapevine growing across the material. They were hanging on the rods that they had picked out together. Each rod had clear, crystal orbs at the ends. There were sparkles within each orb from the intricate web of fine-spun glass inside of it that was composed of blue, pink, and golden fibers. Jake had mentioned that it reminded him of Claire’s ability to connect empathically with others. The beauty of the orbs and the thoughtfulness of Jake’s words had made Claire fall in love with the design immediately.
The bed dominated the room, sending shivers through Claire as she thought about spending the rest of her life sharing that bed with her man. Jake had commissioned the bed to be made, declaring that it had to be large enough to accommodate his size. It was when he had mentioned that he also wanted the bed to be big enough to hold all of their kids whenever they wanted to cuddle with them that Claire had felt love swell within her. She could picture Jake holding and snuggling with their children. She knew he was going to be a wonderful father. She was looking forward to creating babies with him.
Jake set her down gently beside the bed, gathering her within his arms and smiling down at her as she stood before him. The blue of his eyes twinkled with happiness and love. When he framed her face with his hands, she sighed into his touch as he gave her such peace and calm. He also filled her with happiness and love. She could feel his emotions settling within her and warming every cell of her body. This man was truly a treasure.
“I’ll go out and get the picnic basket,” he whispered against her lips before he kissed her tenderly. “I’ll be right back.”
“Are we eating in our bedroom?”
Jake slowly smiled and raised one eyebrow as his mind went immediately to that place that was filled with desire. “Yes, angel,” he said finally. “We’re going to eat our picnic dinner, and then I’m going to eat you.”
Claire smiled even as she blushed. “Jake,” she whispered, pushing at his chest lightly. She couldn’t even look at him, knowing that her face had to be red with embarrassment.
“What’s the matter, angel? Did I embarrass you?”
Claire laughed softly as she snuggled into the firm muscles of his chest. “You know you did,” she whispered.
Jake laughed softly against the top of Claire’s head. “Yeah, I know I did,” he admitted. “That’s what makes it fun.”
Claire eased back and looked up at the decidedly smug expression on Jake’s face. He had every reason to be smug. He was a kind and giving lover who drove her crazy with desire every time he touched her. She had never known making love with a man would be so incredible or so explosive. He always made sure to make her come more than once before finding his own release.
“I’m going to tie you to our headboard and have my way with you tonight, Jake McKade,” she told him, taking great satisfaction from the surprised expression displayed on his face at her words.
“Are you?”
“I’m going to use the silk scarves to tie you,” Claire continued, nodding and kissing the column of his throat until she reached his ear. “I’m going to suck your balls into my mouth and tease you until your cock is dripping. Then I’m going to swallow your cock and bring you almost to the edge.”
“Then what?” Jake was barely able to ask.
“Then I’m going to sit on you and take your cock deep inside of me. I’m going to ride you until you come and fill me up with your seed.”
“Hell,” Jake whispered.
His shaft was so hard within his jeans, he was sure it was going to be permanently marked from the teeth of his zipper. He had never been restrained in his life, but he was looking forward to experiencing the erotic adventure that Claire had just described to him.
“Go and get the picnic basket, Mate,” she whispered into his ear. “I’ll be waiting for you.” She kissed his neck just below his earlobe, biting down on the tender skin lightly. “Do you think you’ll be able to control yourself if I’m naked when you come back?”
Jake growled as he gathered her tighter against his body and threw them both down onto the bed. He kissed her with such passion, Claire wouldn’t be surprised if the bed burst into flames. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, moaning as he rubbed his cock against her core.
She reached down between them, trying unsuccessfully to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. She could feel the hardness of his shaft and felt a desperate need to have him inside of her.
Jake swore softly against her mouth, easing back and unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, and reaching into his boxer briefs to free his hard cock. He breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure was eased immediately and his cock bounced free to point directly at his mate’s body.
Claire reached for him and gripped his shaft firmly, pulling on it and eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. Jake allowed her touch for only a second before he pulled her hand away and reached for the snap and zipper of her jeans. In just a matter of seconds, he tugged them from her body, ripping her underwear in the process. She didn’t care. She needed him. She didn’t care if he destroyed every piece of clothing that she wore.
She laughed as her jeans got hooked on her sneakers, causing Jake to release another series of swears in frustration. When he was finally able to pull off her sneakers and tug her jeans from her body, they were propelled across the room as he threw the offending deterrent to his need to love his woman. Claire’s laughter stopped quickly and was replaced by a long moan as Jake slid inside of her.
She locked her legs around his thighs and pulled him closer. He filled her so perfectly. She loved the hardness, the thickness, and the depth of him. Her body was made for his in every way.
“Jake,” she whispered against his neck.
“Am I hurting you, Claire?” he asked softly. He gritted his teeth and held his body still. Every bit of his control was focused on not hurting his woman.
“Not at all,” she said, laughing softly. “But if you don’t start moving soon, I won’t be responsible for my actions.” She opened her mouth and lightly bit down on the side of his neck for emphasis.
Jake’s entire body tensed with anticipation. Claire pulled such need from him, it was almost frightening. Moving his hips just slightly, he eased himself from her warm channel very slowly, loving the whimpers that left his woman as he did so. Pressing back inside of her, he held his groin tightly against hers as his balls rested against her body and his shaft was buried as deep as he could go inside of her.
“Harder,” Claire moaned as she reached behind him and gripped his ass cheeks with her fingers. Her nails dug into him as she encouraged him to love her.
Jake pressed kisses against Claire’s neck as he pumped his hips over and over again inside of her. He felt her warmth, he felt her wetness, and he felt her love. He pressed deeper with each plunge, dragging his pubic bone against Claire with each thrust. He could feel her trembling beneath him and knew that she was close to coming. He was right there with her.
Claire’s breathing became labored. She could feel the coiling of excitement tightening within her. Her body was throbbing with the need for release. As Jake thrust deeper and deeper, she tightened her hold on him.
“Jake,” she nearly pleaded. “I need to come. Please help me.”
Jake pressed his hips deeper, dragging his groin against her swollen clit with each movement. He was going to help her come. He was going to help her explode with pleasure.
Reaching between them, he slid his fingers between her folds, loving that he could feel his thick shaft plunging into her. Claire was wet. Her folds were swollen with desire. Her clit was plump and rea
dy for the stimulation it needed to make her soar.
He kissed her deeply, sweeping her mouth with his tongue as he pinched her clit between his fingers and pressed tightly against it, rubbing around it with the pad of his thumb. That was all that Claire needed. Her body arched and her hips snapped up against him as her orgasm swept over her.
The pulsing of the inner walls of her sweet pussy was all it took to send him crashing into his own release. He thrust deep into her two more times then held still as his body flooded hers with a surge of his seed.
Claire held him tightly against her, loving the feel of his shaft pulsing within her and the warmth of his seed filling her. She fought to breathe, unable to do much more than hang on to him while her heart raced and her channel clenched and relaxed over and over again around the thickness of his shaft. It was the most magnificent feeling.
He lay on top of her, breathing hard against the side of her face, and kissing her cheek tenderly. His body trembled with aftershocks. His cock pulsed as more seed demanded to be released into his woman. He smiled at the thought. His body knew that Claire was his. His cock knew that his seed belonged inside of his woman. Smart cock.
He chuckled softly as he lifted his head and looked down at the completely serene expression on his mate’s face. Touching her cheek with the back of his index finger, he caressed her gently, pleased by the sweet smile that she gifted him with. When she sighed and opened her eyes to look up at him, he was mesmerized by the kindness and beauty within her brown eyes.
“That was hot,” she whispered.
Jake laughed, his worries flying away with her words. He had almost condemned himself for taking her in this way, but it was obvious that Claire loved it just as much as he did.
“It was,” he agreed. “We’re good together, Claire.”
“We are,” Claire agreed, her voice soft.
He held himself tightly against her, not wanting to lose the connection to her sweet body. Claire slid her hands beneath the back of his jacket and shirt, rubbing them lovingly across his lower back.
“I could stay like this forever, Jake,” she whispered. “I love when you’re deep inside of me.”
Jake kissed her sweetly. Being inside of her body and her heart was exactly where he wanted and needed to be.
Chapter 23
Claire sat with her back resting against the headboard of their bed with her legs extended out in front of her. She looked at Jake and smiled at the way he was carefully packing away the contents of their picnic dinner back into the wicker basket. Handing Claire a bottle of water, he smiled softly, making her heart flutter with the love that she felt for this man.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, angel.”
He stood and carried the basket over to the door and placed it beside it. Claire watched him silently, loving his romantic side. His plan to share this first night in their bedroom in such a wonderful way was more proof of his gentle and loving side that he had insisted wasn’t a part of his nature.
She looked around the room and was amazed that it was completely furnished with a high bureau for Jake, a lower wide bureau with a beautifully etched mirror above it for her, and a small loveseat covered in the blue and gold brocade fabric that they had chosen together. It was perfectly placed before the triple window that looked out over the front of their home and gave them such a spectacular view of McKade land.
There were two Victorian lamps made of white glass set on each of the end tables that were on either side of the bed. Small white doilies were beneath each lamp. Claire smiled at the feminine touch, knowing that Melanie had to have made the items for them.
“Everything is so beautiful,” she said softly, happy to see the smile that lit Jake’s face at her words. “I can’t believe you got all of this accomplished without my knowledge.”
“Everyone wanted to help,” Jake told her as he took his place beside her on the bed and rested his head on her lap as he positioned his body sideways so that he could look up at her. “All of the bathrooms are finished, too. All we have to do is finish painting the walls in the other bedrooms, the living room, and the dining room. The workers will be coming in next week to put down the rest of the carpets. The kitchen will be tiled by the end of the week.”
Claire looked down at him and smiled. It was good to see him so relaxed. Reaching down, she slid her left hand into the hair at his temple and slowly caressed his head, loving the feel of his silky hair between her fingers. She saw the way he closed his eyes and accepted her touch. His entire body was relaxed and satisfied.
“Is your leg hurting you at all, Jake?” she asked quietly.
“Nope.”
“I’m glad.”
“Me, too.” He opened his eyes, the crystal blueness of them sharp as he looked up at her. “My leg has been much better. I haven’t even been limping that much. Thank you for helping me get back to my old self, Claire.”
“That’s why you want me around,” Claire teased him. “You needed someone to massage your leg and help you get better.”
Jake reached up and gripped her hand to stop her caresses. “No.”
“I’m just teasing, Jake.”
He sat up and knelt before her. “Claire Hamilton. You are the most beautiful and the kindest woman I have ever known,” he told her, his deep voice very serious. “I love your gentleness. I love your humor. I love that you’re not afraid of me.”
“Why in the world would I be afraid of you?” Claire asked, shocked.
“Many are.”
“Then they’re idiots.”
Jake smiled. “No. They have a right to fear me. I’m not the easiest man to be around.”
“Just because you’re strong, you know what you want, and you’re a firm boss, that doesn’t mean people fear you, Jake. They respect you. They work hard for you because you’re a fair and giving man. Don’t you think people see that?”
Jake didn’t say anything.
“Look how Marc has come to your aid,” Claire pointed out. “Marc doesn’t trust many people. But he knew pretty quickly that you were a good man. He works hard for you and your brothers. He trusts you with Madison.”
“That’s because he knows I belong to you.”
“Damn right you do!”
Jake laughed softly. “My angel is a fighter,” he teased her.
“How do you think I’ve survived all these years?” Claire asked him softly. “I’ve only known the peace that your touch has given me for a little while, Jake. Before that, I had to be strong and fight to keep myself sane.” She caressed his cheek gently and smiled sadly. “And I had to fight to get you to understand that I love you exactly as you are.”
Jake’s heart broke at her words. His poor angel had suffered for so long, and he had added to that suffering by being stubborn and rejecting the love that she freely offered him. He moved so that he was kneeling before her, easing between her legs and pressing against her body gently.
“I’m so sorry, Claire,” he whispered, his voice gruff with emotion.
“You can make it up to me,” Claire whispered in his ear as she kissed his neck lightly.
“How, angel?”
“Take off your clothes.”
Jake laughed softly as he eased back off the bed. He never took his eyes off of her as he slowly pulled his red flannel shirt from his pants and began unbuttoning it. He shrugged it off his body and threw it onto the cushioned rocking chair that was set beside the bureaus.
He had made that purchase himself. When he had seen it, he was struck by the detail of the wooden carvings on the chair and knew that Claire would love the deep pink color of the comfortable cushions. He had pictured Claire sitting in that chair and nursing their babies. He hadn’t told her that yet, but he planned to as soon as she got pregnant.
Pulling his black T-shirt over his head, he tossed it onto the rocking chair to join his flannel shirt. His belt buckle was next. Claire watched him with such intensity, he knew she was going to be pre
sented with his hard cock the minute he stripped down. She more than pushed his buttons. Her desire for him fueled his for her. He would love her and want her for the rest of his life.
“I could watch you strip all night,” Claire told him, smiling at him as he looked at her with obvious humor.
“Now, what fun would that be, angel?” he teased her.
“Are you kidding me? That would be a lot of fun!”
“Only if you do the same for me,” he told her as he pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs, stepping out of them and walking toward the bed, his hard cock already leaking as he stood before her.
Claire climbed down from the bed and immediately dropped to her knees before him. She bowed her head and kissed his thighs. Jake thought he might come just from this innocent show of submission.
When Claire lifted her head and smiled up at him, he was good and truly lost to her love. He reached down and ran his right hand down the length of her hair.
“You look beautiful kneeling before me, angel,” he whispered.
“Anything for you, sir,” she whispered back. There was absolutely no teasing in her voice. She was sincere in her need to give this man anything he wanted or needed. She trusted him to value her and care for her. She trusted him to cherish her love.
“This night is for you, Claire. Tell me what you want.”
Claire stood slowly, kissing her way up his body until she reached his mouth and tenderly claimed his lips. She smiled against Jake’s mouth as he gave her complete control over the kiss and this moment that they were sharing. She knew he would welcome whatever she wanted and needed. She was determined to make this night of making love be a memorable one.
Claire stepped away from him just long enough to reach across the bed as far as she could manage and pull the comforter and the top sheet down. She scooted one of the pillows over so that it was in the direct center of the big bed and flush against the headboard.
“Get on our bed, Jake,” she told him softly. “Get comfortable, cowboy.”
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