Bet On It

by Elizabeth Perry

  “It’s a shame that he isn’t your boyfriend.” The nurse says to me, as she wheels me towards the exit. “He’s just as sweet as he is handsome.”

  I roll my eyes. “Don’t let him hear you say that. He already has a big enough head.”

  She giggles, and stops at the sliding doors. “I bet a man like that has all kinds of big things.”

  “He does.” I agree, before I feel my face turn a fierce shade of red. “Oh my god. Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, yes, he does have a big penis, I’ve seen it. But not like that!”

  She laughs again, as another nurse who is waiting with a patient by the door also bursts into laughter.

  “Kill me now.” I mutter.

  “Oh honey. You have it bad.” She pats my shoulder, making my groan even bigger. “If I weren’t happily married, that man out there is exactly what I would be looking for.”

  I’m silent at her words, because, for real. She is sort of right. Jake has been nothing but doting on me today, holding my hand, stroking my cheek, whispering to me that it was going to be ok.

  My wrist didn’t end up being broken, thank goodness. It’s just a bad sprain. But while it hurts, the pain of it has nothing on the scrapes that cover my body.

  And when I cried… embarrassingly enough, cried, while they cleaned out some of my wounds?

  He squeezed my hand before bringing that sexy as hell mouth of his to the top of my hand, before brushing his lips across my palm.

  Right before of course, he cupped my face with his other hand and wiped away my tears.

  I can’t let any of that get to me, though. Because Jake Matthews is dangerous for me, and if I didn’t already know it, I most certainly do now.

  “We’re just friends.” I finish, as I watch him pull his black Benz up to the door.

  “That’s where some of the best relationships start.” She smiles again, before pushing my chair up to his car door.

  He hops out and takes just a few strides over to us, opening the passenger door before turning back to me.

  I start to rise out of the wheelchair, when he shakes his head, and reaches down, picking me up with ease.

  “Jake! Jesus. I can…”

  “I know, baby. You can walk. But why walk when I can carry you?” He murmurs, and I hear the nurse gasp and see her fan herself out of the corner of my eye.

  “See, honey? Don’t let this one get away.” She tells me with a smile, as Jake sets me into the car before taking the paperwork that she hands him.

  My door is closed, and I see him briefly speak to the nurse before I settle back against the seat.

  I’m not sure if it’s all the medication in my system, or just the day finally taking its toll on me. But the second that I settle back against the plush leather seat of the car, letting the smell of Jake that is embedded into the leather wrap around me, my eyes become so heavy that I can’t keep them open.

  And so, I don’t.

  I barely register anything as I’m lifted back into Jake’s arms, and carried inside of my house. I vaguely hear him kick the door shut, before carrying me up the stairs and in the direction of my bedroom.

  It doesn’t cross my mind to wonder how he remembered to get here, or hell. How he managed to find my key.

  But he did all those things, because suddenly, as my eyes open, I am still wrapped up in Jakes arms, and we are standing in my bedroom.

  “Let’s get you into bed, baby.” He murmurs softly into my ear, causing every hair on my body to stand on end.

  Jesus. That sexy as sin voice whispering in my ear is enough to completely do me in. My brain is still foggy, but the rest of my body?

  Completely alert to the fact that Jake Matthews skin is pressed very closely to mine. Oh, yes. And he just called me baby.

  I’m gingerly set on my feet, one of his arms still wrapped around my center, as he props me up against the wall, keeping one leg in front of me, as he rummages through my dresser.

  He pulls the very top-drawer open, as I watch his jaw flex.

  “That’s my panty drawer.”

  “I see that.” He growls, tightening his grip on my waist.

  “Pajamas are the next one down.”

  His hand pauses in the top drawer, before shaking his head and slamming it shut. The bottom drawer is opened and he reaches into it, coming up with a very old and worn T-shirt.

  “This work?”

  I just nod.

  He swallows hard before turning his attention back to me.

  “Here, let’s get you changed and into bed.”

  “Ok, can you just turn around?”

  “Hell no.” he mutters, shaking his head again. “You’re wobbling all over the place as it is. I’m not going to let you fall. I’ll help lift this shirt off you, and then I’ll close my eyes, ok?”

  My heart is already thundering in my chest, maybe from all the drugs in my system, at least that’s what I’m telling myself. It has absolutely nothing to do with the very sexy man pressed up against my body.

  I inhale sharply, before nodding. “Ok, but you have to close your eyes.”

  His jaw flexes again, as his eyes lock on mine and he nods. He reaches for the hem of my shirt, his fingers brushing against my stomach as he does, causing a very disturbing moan like sound to leave my mouth.

  “Laci. Fuck. Do not do that. This is hard enough as it is.”

  Undressing me apparently isn’t the only thing hard in this situation, because as he moves himself closer to brace me, I feel the distinct outline of his very large, rock hard erection pressing into my center.

  My breathing accelerates as his eyes close while his hands lift up, along with my one good hand. His hands are so large against the thin fabric, that they brush gently against my breasts as they lift.

  It’s all too much for me to handle.

  I’ve never been in this position, well, hell. How many people have been?

  Ugh. Probably a lot, knowing Jake’s reputation. But the difference here, is that he is trying to help me, not trying to undress me to get busy with him.

  Except, a very large part of me wishes that he was.

  Has all my sense gone out the window? Well, actually, yes, it probably has. Because suddenly, with one last stroke of his fingers, every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and that weak in the knee feeling?

  It’s back with a vengeance.

  I need my job, I need my job. I freaking need my job. I repeat this over and over in my head as my tank top is dropped to the floor, and there I stand, still flush with his body, as his eyes remain squeezed closed, so close to him that we are sharing the same air, in nothing but my shorts and bra.

  Get it together, Laci. He is just trying to be a gentleman and help you get into bed, the same way he has sat by your side all day. He’s only trying to be nice.

  Except, a very big part of me doesn’t want him to be nice. I want his eyes to open, and I want to see that hunger in them that I know is there. I’ve seen it so many times already today.

  The second that happens though, all reason will fly out the window. Because my body is literally aching…and it’s not from my fall. It’s from feeling his skin on my skin, his breath on mine, and of course, feeling how badly his erection is straining against the fabric of his shorts.

  My breath catches, as I try to get a grip, but it’s too late.

  His eyes fly open, and they lock on mine, as his jaw flexes, and a desperate sound leaves his mouth.

  “Dammit.” He mumbles, as he presses his forehead to mine, his breathing just as ragged as mine is.

  “I’m trying to be good here, baby. So good. But fuck.” He takes in a sharp breath, before his eyes lock on mine.

  “Tell me to stop.” He begs, as big hand gently trails up my body, starting at my side where he was just a few seconds ago gripping me tight.

  His hands strokes further up my body, ending right at the side of my breast.

  “Tell me to get my hands off of you.” His voice is so different
than it usually is. It’s not commanding, or joking. It’s pleading. Begging me to tell him to stop.

  Except, I can’t, because all my words are long gone. I can’t even form a rational thought in my head. All I can think about is how badly I need to feel both of those hands, touching everywhere on my skin.

  “I can’t.” I whisper, my words barely making it out of my mouth.

  He groans loudly, before uttering a string of curse words.

  And then, suddenly, everything changes.

  That hunger in his eyes is back with a vengeance as he grips me tightly underneath my ass and lifts me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, covering his erection with my very achy core.

  Pain momentarily shoots through me, but my body is so hot for him that it barely even registers.

  He growls one last time as his lips crash down onto mine, and his other hand fists in the back of my hair.

  “So fucking sweet.” He moans, as he tips my head backwards, forcing my mouth to open wide and let him inside.

  His hips rock into me, as his tongue slides inside of my mouth, his lips assaulting me in a way that I have never felt before.

  I imagined kissing him would be hot, but I could have never imagined this.

  Because Jake Matthews kisses like a true born sinner, and from the way he grinds his hips into mine I am absolutely certain that he also fucks like the devil.

  It’s too much to take, and I feel like my body might just spontaneously combust. This is a first for me, an absolute first. I’ve kissed a couple of men in my life, messed around plenty in my college days. But I’ve never felt like this. Like I need his touch worse than I need my next breath.

  Which is precisely why I have never actually gone the distance and had sex before. Not that I was holding out for mister right by any stretch, but, I was waiting to feel like this.

  And despite my better judgement, Jake Matthews is the first man ever to make me feel this way.

  I’m moaning as my head falls back, his teeth no so gently nipping my lips as they travel down my neck. He moans my name, actually more like growls it, as his tongue trails further down my body and his hands reach up cupping my breasts.

  In one swoop, my bra is pulled down off me, my already large breasts heavy and aching with the need to be kissed by him. He wastes no time though, before cupping one with his large hand and moving his mouth over my nipple, where he begins to brush his tongue across me right before gently biting.

  “Jake.” I grip his shoulder with my only good hand, letting all the sensations course through my body.

  “So fucking beautiful.” He mutters, as he begins to suck on my nipple, while his eyes flick up to mine.

  “Jesus. So hot.” He whispers against my skin, causing me to grip him even harder.

  I rock my hips into him, the pain in my tailbone long forgotten as his mouth moves to my other breast, where he repeats the assault that he just gave to the other.

  My hand leaves his shoulder and travels to the back of his head, finding his hair and twisting my fingers into it.

  I feel wanton, and we’ve barely gotten started. But I know that I am way too far gone to stop this. I want him too damn much.

  He reaches down, unbuttoning my shorts with one hand, setting my legs back on the ground just long enough for them to fall to the floor so that I can kick them off, before he reaches back underneath me and lifts me up again.

  This sensation is even greater than it was before, because the only thing between us now are my thin lace panties and his shorts. I can feel the firmness of him, feel just how large he is, feeling his length pressing into my belly.

  My head tilts back as his lips mash back onto mine, and I gasp into his mouth as I feel his hand move from my stomach and down to my thigh.

  Ever so slowly, he moves upward, gently caressing my leg, before his hand stops at the edge of my panties.

  One hand dips below, as his finger glides along my folds, before stopping just long enough to stroke my clit.

  My hips buck against him as I grip him tightly, and he bites my lip hard as his finger slides inside of me.

  “Oh my god.” I moan, as he gasps into my mouth.

  “Oh fuck.” He groans. “So fucking wet, baby. So fucking wet for me.” His thumb caresses my clit, while his finger fucks me.

  “So god damn tight.” He groans.

  A moan leaves my lips every time I breathe, as he strokes and fucks me with the precision of a man who has done this many times in the past. It should bother me, but at this point, I can’t find it in me to care. All that matters right now is the sensation that builds inside of me, all caused by the gorgeous man who keeps growling my name.

  “Come for me, baby.” He growls against my neck, where his lips have traveled, biting and sucking hard on my skin.

  “Jake.” I plead, grinding myself against him, pressing my chest tightly against him.

  I feel myself building in a way that I never have before. This is all new to me, this feeling, and dear god. It’s completely unreal. I feel like I could explode. I am so needy, and coiled so tight, that I feel that at any moment, I could completely detonate. I’m lost to all the sensations, without a shred of dignity left, because everything that leaves my mouth now is all a plead for Jake to never fucking stop.

  I’m gripping him, and cursing him, shamelessly fucking his hand, while he whispers and pants into my ear.

  “Please, Jake.”

  “I know baby. I know.” He pulls his finger out of me, making me cry out, before he strokes my clit again and then slams back inside of me with two. The force and the size stretch me, filling me up and, like a match to gasoline, I explode.

  I scream his name, as my fingers dig into his skin, and he growls mine again.

  Sensations and fucking bliss run through me…along with that earth shattering, mind blowing feeling that I always hear about…the one that never seems to happen for me.

  But dear God. It’s so good, so damn good that I temporarily lose my mind.

  I don’t know how long it takes me to come back to earth, but by the time I do, his hand is no longer inside of me, and his mouth is no longer on mine. He’s still holding me up, but his forehead is pressed back against mine.

  And my body literally aches at the lost connection.

  “No. Please.” I moan, still gripping him tightly.

  “Laci.” His voice is broken as he pants, his hands gripping my waist hard as his forehead presses back against mine. “We should stop.”

  “Stop?” Now? How in the hell am I supposed to be ok with that? My body is literally on fire for him, so damn hot, that I can think of nothing else besides having him inside of me.

  Dear God- after what he just gave me from his hand? I can only imagine how incredible the rest of him would make me feel.

  I’ve never gone this far before with anyone. Not that because I haven’t had the chance, or because I was holding out for the man who would be my forever, but more just because it had never felt this way.

  And now that I’ve felt it? There is no way that I want to stop now. I want it all, and I want Jake to be the one to give it to me.

  My core is aching, dripping with need, every inch of me so fucking hot and turned on by him that I have turned into a pool of need.

  “Please.” I beg, trying hard to slow down my breathing. “Jake, please.”

  “Fuck!” he growls, before his hand slams into the wall behind him. “Fuck. We can’t do this. We have to stop.”

  I jump as his hand hits the wall, but as he steps away from me and runs a hand down his face? I begin to come back to reality.

  And it’s definitely not a good one.

  His eyes rake over my body, but instead of the hunger that was just there? Those big blue eyes of his are only filled with one thing.

  Regret.

  Shame and humiliation wash over me, as I desperately try to cover myself up. While he is still fully clothed, I am completely exposed, every bit of me on full display.
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  He blinks hard before shaking his head, and hands me the t-shirt that was carelessly dropped to the ground right after he had originally gotten it for me.

  “Put this on.”

  Instead, I just grab it covering my chest with it and pointing to the door.

  “You should go.”

  “Laci, I’m so sorry. It’s just that…”

  I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t need to hear it from him. I already know what he’s going to say.

  It’s just that he doesn’t usually slum it with women like me, normal women with normal bodies that apparently are so grotesque to the likes of him that he can’t even fuck me.

  Pretty sad, isn’t it? For a guy who will literally screw anything, he finds me so appalling that he can’t even bear to stoop so low.

  “Don’t.” I shake my head before turning around and stepping into the attached bathroom and slamming the door. “Please just leave.”

  “Opening day man, my favorite day of the entire year.” Eric slaps me on the back before stepping past me and doing handshake/fist bump/ body bump thing with Brock.

  “We’re gonna sweep these fuckers and send them home crying to their mommies.” Brock smirks, before reaching up and smacking the bill of my hat.

  “What’s your deal, Matthews? You look like somebody pooped in your Wheaties.”

  I grab my hat and glare at him, before sulking back against the lockers.

  “Nothing, ass clown. Just trying to get my mind right before the game.”

  I’m met with an eyeroll from the both of them.

  “See, that’s where you fucked up. You gotta get your mind right the night before a big game. You know, find a honey and blow off some steam?”

  “And blow your load.” Eric chimes in, smirking at me, before high fiving Brock.

  “Hell yeah, brother. That’s what I’m talking about.”

  “Fuck off.” I mutter, turning my attention up to the front of the room, watching as coach steps inside.

  “It’s almost sad, little buddy. You usually get the most ass out of all of us. I think it’s just this bet that has you all screwed up. You know you only gotta try to bang her right? Doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy all of the other fine pussy that this town has to offer.”