Holly found herself giggling inwardly as the two girls bickered. Still, she couldn’t help but like Jake’s sister. She was really beautiful. Her lips were just as succulent as her brother’s, and she was sure that had she been attracted to women in that way, she would’ve definitely gone for Amelia.
She also had the kind of laugh that made everyone want to join in. Holly loved the way Jake and her husband, Armand, teased her about how she’d ran and ducked for cover as different colored paint balls flew through the air.
They parted company at around three, which saw Holly walking like a cripple to Jake’s car. Her legs seemed to be pounding and she felt like crying from all the pain. “Don’t ever ask me to play paintball again. I’m not cut out for this,” she told Jake, deadly serious.
His expression was one she’d never seen before. It was as if he could feel her pain and winced on her behalf. It made Holly feel a different kind of pain, the kind where she needed to be patient, even though it hurt.
“I’m so sorry, Bee Puke. I should’ve protected you better.”
Bernie and Leo looked at each other, grinning like mad things. They obviously thought his nickname for Holly was hilarious. She had to admit, though, that the way Jake said it sounded special.
They dropped Leo and Bernie off and bid their farewells after Holly grabbed an overnight bag.
The ride felt long, or maybe it was just exhaustion from the day’s adventure. Her eyes flew open when Jake slowed down, turned into a driveway, and stopped in front of a garage to a double-story house. It wasn’t fancy or anything, but it was huge. Tall windows took up most of its front, and a small garden caught Holly’s eyes as one of the garage doors opened. Music blared in the background. She couldn’t tell if it was coming from the house itself, or one of the neighbors.
Jake pulled into the garage and crawled to a stop. He sighed, more out of exhaustion, Holly thought than anything else.
“Home, sweet home,” he sang in a seductively gruff voice. He was also giving her the beneath-thick-lashes look when he leaned in toward her. Their lips lingered a breath apart for a couple of seconds, her heart beat rapidly.
Jake’s hand went to her face. His thumb and fingers touched her cheek softly, and she felt as if her heart was going to bounce right out of her throat at the same time as she drowned in his ice-green eyes.
Holly felt his hand slowly moving around to the back of her neck. With a slight tug, their lips touched. Her ears started to hum as his tongue danced around hers, gently sucking. This was the mother of all kisses; she felt amazing, and could feel herself slowly floating away in pleasure.
Before long, her hands had tangled up in his hair, and without too much thought she swung one leg over the shift gear and across Jake’s lap. She winced as reality hit on her blue and purple bruised leg, but she didn’t stop. She could feel his cold hands rest firmly yet gently on her thighs. Her skin was on fire.
Holly let out a small groan when Jake pulled her closer to him and away from the steering wheel, which had kind of been digging into her back.
His hands slid down to her butt, gently kneading, back and forth, and up and down.
She grabbed him around the neck and shifted even closer, wincing again as her leg bumped against the side of his door. This made them both laugh because she was complaining under her breath.
“The car is maybe not a good idea at the moment?” he said, burrowing his face into her neck. His lips lightly touched the skin on her neck, and she felt as if she would melt like butter on a hot summer day.
How on earth can one man make me feel all of this?
Their lips found each other again and she moaned as Jake sucked her lower lip.
“We should really get out,” he whispered, through half-moon eyes.
Sitting back on Jake’s lap, Holly looked down at her legs, splayed weirdly either side of his hips, the steering wheel digging into her back once more. “How?”
Jake grinned. His hand reached down the left side of the seat. With a jerk, the seat suddenly moved backward.
The motion happened so quickly, she shrieked, nearly head-butting him when the seat abruptly stopped. Jake shook with laughter, while opening the door.
Trying to get up and off his lap proved to be really tricky. When Holly attempted to move her leg over his hips, she lost her balance and dug her knee into his groin.
“Argh,” Jake growled, the sound making its way from deep in his throat. “I deserved that.”
The pain he desperately tried to hide, told her she’d really hit bull’s eye. She prayed she hadn’t maimed him in some form or other, and hoped that it would still be able to perform in a more private setting.
Holly snorted whilst trying to regain her balance, apologizing all in one go. When she eventually managed to clamber out, she nearly stumbled again as pins and needles rushed up her legs and pain pulled on her muscles. She grabbed the door to regain her balance.
“Please, don’t take out my door,” he joked on a huge grin, revealing a perfect row of teeth and sharp edged canines, the ones Holly loved and one of the features that made his smile extra sexy.
Look away, she rebuked herself. She turned her head, clutching her bag in her arms, and made room for Jake to get out. An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him, before he opened the door leading into the house.
They walked into the living room, where a long L-shaped couch greeted them. The room had a modern vibe feel to it; rich, dark brown and red colors accented it, and a huge TV was mounted against the wall. A fluffy, white carpet stuck out from underneath a coffee table, and tall orange lamps had been placed at two corners.
The dining room was just as gorgeous, with a huge, wooden table and high-backed chairs placed dead center. Jake steered her to the left and they entered a hallway. There were so many doors leading to other rooms as they walked down the hall that for a second, she thought she was in a maze.
She saw the kitchen and through its many windows, saw lights and people having a good time. Now she knew where the extremely loud music had been coming from, his back yard.
“Sorry about the noise, this literally happens every weekend, thanks to Robin.”
“Your other sister?”
He nodded. “Yes. I now have the privilege of living with her again.”
Holly giggled as they reached the end of the hall. An iron gate met them and Jake unlocked it.
Holly just looked at him.
“Don’t give me that look. This is for my own safety.”
“Your own safety? What about the rest?” she asked, thinking about burglars entering the house at night or something.
“Not that kind of safety. If I told you how many times I’ve woken up with Robin’s friends in my bed—and I wasn’t drunk by the way—I would need all my hands and toes, and probably yours, too. This gate has literally saved my life from further awkward situations.”
Holly grabbed the handrail and started to climb the stairs, laughing. She could hear Jake locking it behind him and his footsteps followed right behind her. When she opened the door, she found herself in a very organized room, too organized to belong to a guy.
Her eyes fell on the king size bed covered in a black duvet and matching pillows; it looked extremely comfy and inviting. She felt his arms wrap around her as the door closed.
He slowly turned her around to face him. Jake grabbed her ass softly and guided her backward toward the bed, and when the backs of her knees hit the end, he picked her up gently and lowered her onto it. As the kiss broke, their eyes met. Holly’s insides twisted into knots; his bedroom eyes and sly smile made her blood boil.
Jake took a step back and started to pull his shirt up and over his head.
Holly’s mouth turned into a desert. She couldn’t stop staring at his body, her eyes traveling up and down the length of his perfection, until they noticed the green and purple bruises on the side of his torso where she’d accidentally shot him. Her mouth pulled down as she stared at the spot
.
Reaching out, she ran the back of her hand over them. “I’m sorry, Jake” she whispered, without taking her gaze from the bruises.
“I’m a big boy. I can handle it. Besides, you’ll make it up to me.”
Holly blushed a very deep shade of red, but Jake was having none of it. He looked serious, seductive, and most obviously turned on.
She swallowed hard.
His face lingered only inches from hers, the intensity of his stare all-consuming. Jake maneuvered his legs between hers and winked.
Holly felt her teeth grind in anticipation.
Their lips touched, lightly. The beginning of the kiss was slow and tentative; it was gentle yet hungry, so much so, all Holly wanted to do was rip off her clothes. She not only wanted to feel his naked body on top of hers again, but she needed to. And she no longer cared about the unsightly bruises dotting her body, because just thinking about Jake and wanting him with her whole being made her shiver. It was still hard to accept the fact that for now, he wanted her like no other man ever had. For now, though, he was hers, and she was equally his.
Almost shyly, Holly ran her hands over his chest, pausing to allow her fingers to brush his nipples teasingly, moving lower over the lines of his abdomen, and then softly over his bruise. She really felt awful, but of one thing she was sure, and that was that she couldn’t keep her hands off his body, off him.
Growling low and deep, Jake slid his arms around her back, lifting her slightly so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She complied, and once she did he placed his right knee on the bed and then his right arm in order to support them both, bending her backward gently until she was flat on her back. He ran his hands down her sides, over her stomach, and around to her ass. Gripping her butt cheeks, he pushed her further up the bed. And then, crawling on his knees, he covered her body with his.
For a few beats, Jake’s eyes wandered over her body, making her slightly uncomfortable. Women tended to always think their bodies were flawed in some way, and sadly couldn’t help wondering how they compared to previous lovers. As quickly as these thoughts entered her head, they left, because Jake’s masterful hands had started an erotic stroke up her legs and over her denim shorts, before sliding softly under her top.
Holly inhaled sharply in anticipation. At the same time, a fair amount of contractions were taking place between her legs. She couldn’t stop herself from groaning out loud into his mouth. The kiss became more demanding, hungrier, needier, and breathing for both become labored.
Almost as if Jake could read her mind, he started to rock back and forth, rubbing his groin where she ached the most. Instinctively, Holly hooked her legs around his waist, forcing Jake’s shaft to rub at her center in an almost rough way. If she died now, before any penetration even took place, she’d die happy.
So intent was she on matching him stroke for stroke, she never felt his hand move down to the button on her shorts.
Looking into her eyes, he undid the button, grabbed either side of her shorts and pulled them down as gently as he could. Even though Holly felt like she was in another dimension, she helped him by wiggling her hips. Unfortunately, she was still sensitive to touch. But, she wanted Jake more than what her body ached from the bruises so bit her tongue to stop herself from making any sound, even if it meant she’d bite right through it. No way in hell did she want him to stop.
By now, they were both too far gone to even contemplate foreplay. In unison, both had a good go at removing the rest of their clothes; almost like they were competing to see who’d be naked first. As soon as Holly discarded her underwear, Jake shoved her onto her back, taking care not to hurt her, slid up her body, spread her legs with his and guided his straining shaft to her eagerly awaiting and beyond wet entrance.
Holly couldn’t stand to wait a second longer and decided to take matters into her own hands. She gripped his ass and squeezed.
Jake got the message, loud and clear. He rubbed her mound with the tip of his shaft, up and down, circling her clit over and over, before he guided it down once again, this time ramming it to the hilt; again and again, and again. The feelings Jake was invoking in her were out of this world, so magnificent, the hairs on her face stood on end.
Had Holly been able to curl her toes any further, they would have surely broken off. This was exactly what she’d been hoping for the second she’d opened her eyes that morning.
Whimpering, she flung her head from side to side, not able to remember the last time she’d acted this wanton—it seemed to fuel Jake even further. He leaned slightly back and without breaking contact, grabbed her ankles from around his hips and threw them over his shoulders. His hands slid down her legs until he’d gotten a firm hold around her thighs, crossing his arms over them. Their position now was hotter than hell, primal, guttural and raw. Jake pumped harder, deeper and with such force, Holly’s head slammed into the headboard on occasion. Not that she felt anything, really. She was in Nirvana. Totally and absolutely.
All too soon, that familiar feeling started to build up at the pit of her stomach, increasing to a fever pitch she wasn’t going to be able to control anymore. Hanging on for dear life, she dug her nails into Jake’s back.
Growling, he pumped harder and harder.
“Jake… don’t stop. Oh. Fuck!” She couldn’t believe how much of a wildcat she turned into every time he was inside her.
Her orgasm was nearing its peak and she knew she’d lose control soon. She rammed her pelvis into his and that was all it took. Holly’s entire body convulsed into spasms and shivers as the best orgasm she’d ever had to date ripped through her very soul. Whimpering as the last of the aftershocks rippled through her, she collapsed like a rag doll.
Jake bent over her, rubbing his nose on hers tenderly. “I take it you liked that?” he asked in a seductive tone.
Forcing her eyelids open, she grinned. “The screaming and the scratching not enough evidence that I did? Jake. Pay attention. That was pure, out of this world, pleasure.”
His canines appeared when his lips spread into the hugest, sexiest grin. This only made Holly groan. She wanted him again and made no bones about it.
Inhibitions had no place in that bed. When she reached her third orgasm, she decided it was Jake’s turn. Taking charge, she rolled him onto his back and climbed on top, in the exact same position as the night before. And then, as if her life depended on it, Holly rode him like a mechanical bull, not that she’d ever been on one before.
This time, though, it was different. Noises were coming from Jake she never knew a man could make, turning her on even more if that was even possible, and it wasn’t long before he gained control of her movements.
When Holly orgasamed, so did Jake—so strongly, he ejaculated time after time until he, too, collapsed, completely spent. His breathing was ragged, and sweat had beaded on his forehead. Watching him, Holly couldn’t help but feel good in knowing that she’d done that to him again.
Jake didn’t pull out this time, however, but wrapped his arms around her back and held her tight. As they lay side by side, noses almost touching, Holly could still feel his body shivering slightly.
Breathing deeply, Jake made eye contact. And then grinning he said, “What the hell you are doing to me, woman?”
“Now, Jake. If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” she retorted, in such a serious manner, they both burst out laughing.
THE FOLLOWING MONTH FLEW BY FAST. HOLLY spoke to Jake every day, but hated the fact that she only got to see him on weekends, which always ended up turning into lengthy fucking sessions. They could not get enough of one another. One thing she had never thought would happen to her was the fact that she was so open to trying new things sexually.
Amelia had started calling her about once or twice a week, just to chat. Holly really liked Amelia, and for some reason reminded her of her twin, Jamie. She’d had the same kind of personality as Amelia’s and they got on like a house on fire. It was as if she had suddenly gotten her sis
ter back.
Holly’s greatest fear was that if her relationship with Jake didn’t last, she would not only lose the him—the man of her dreams—but she would lose his sister, too. There was a lot at stake, but deep down she knew that Jake Peters was worth it.
They lay in bed that night, both out of breath and exhausted, but not the sleeping kind of exhausted. This exhaustion was different. Holly didn’t want to go to bed early; her time with him was already frustratingly limited.
He brushed a loose curl from her face gently. “Holly, my mom really wants to meet you. She asked if you’d like to join us for our Sunday lunch.”
Holly’s eyes grew somewhat bigger. “I can’t Jake, it’s your family time.”
“So, it’s the perfect time to meet everyone, then. I mean, you haven’t even met Robin for crying out loud and she lives with me.”
Holly laughed, but sighed all the same.
“I promise not to leave your side. Not for one second.”
She looked at him and swallowed, hard. “Fine, but I’m telling you, she won’t like me.”
“She will love you.”
“We’ll see.” She gnawed at her bottom lip. Damn it! He’d known just what to say to get her to change her mind.
They left for Jake’s parents’ house at around eleven on Sunday morning. When Jake pulled up in front of two huge gates adorned with twirls and curls embedded in the metal, Holly’s heart stopped for a second.
He squeezed her hand, and then leaned out the window to press a button. A woman’s voice, the one she’d heard in the elevator at P&E, answered.
“It’s me,” Jake announced.
“Just you?”
“No. Holly’s here, too.”
A shriek emanated from the background—Amelia—and Holly laughed softly as the gates opened. She gasped when a huge, double story Victorian mansion with six garages appeared majestically in front of her. A gorgeous water feature with a cherub in its center stood in the middle of the courtyard. Holly’s heart started to take on a life of its own, it beat so fast and loud she could have sworn Jake was able to hear it.
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