Twenty-Four Hours (Shattered Boundaries Book 1)
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He stopped playing with her and turned her away from him.
“I know, hon. I know it hurts.”
“Then why do you do it? If you know I can’t handle something, why do you push me?”
“Because you can handle it.”
“No. I handle it when I’m with you, because I want to experience everything with you, but it’s torturous for me when you leave.” She slapped the tears away from her face.
“So, why do you do this to yourself then? Why do you see me?”
Eve whipped back around to face him. “You ass! Did you seriously just ask me that question? Why? Gee, I don’t know, Jake! Maybe because you were my first love? Maybe because I should’ve been yours in the first place. Maybe because I’m so in love with you, I’m desperate for any time I get with you. You make it pretty fucking difficult to say no to you and you know it.”
With a grunt, Jake grabbed her shoulders, roughly turning her away from him and back towards the showerhead.
“I hate when you cuss. It’s beneath you.”
“Deal with it. You infuriate me.” If she didn’t love him so much, she would punch his handsome face.
“I know I do and I know I push you. I just want you to feel good when you’re with me. I know I can give you that.”
Water ran down his chin and dripped onto her shoulder. “That’s the thing,” Eve whispered and dropped her head. “I want so much more than just that.”
Jake kissed her shoulder, her neck. “I wish I could give you more.”
He left out the part that he couldn’t. Wish and want were a far cry from their reality, relegating those sentiments into the realm of meaningless words.
Eve watched him squeeze the gel into his hands this time and lather them up once again. As his hands smoothed over her breasts, she closed her eyes. Her nipples throbbed as he pinched them, rubbed them, before massaging the soap into her skin. “I miss you, Jake. I miss your face. I miss your hands on my body. I miss you holding me.” This man absolutely undid her. He worked her body and her heart in such a way he made it impossible to deny him anything. “I want you so much,” she admitted. “I just...want you.”
“You don’t tell me that nearly enough.” He chuckled as his hand skimmed down her stomach to the top of her mound. Gliding a soapy finger between her legs, he tapped her foot with his. “Open.”
She moved her legs out a little. “I’m sore, babe.”
“I won’t hurt you.” Pushing another finger between her lips, he ran them along the outside of her hood, lightly teasing her tender clit. “Do you miss this?” He gently pressed and rubbed her lips, stroked her soft hood, building her back up.
“I miss you,” she groaned and turned her face to his neck. Lifting her arms up behind his head and through his hair, she held him to her. “I miss all of you.”
“I know you miss me, but do you miss this?” His lips caressed her ear.
“Yes. Yes, so much.”
Doing an exceptionally thorough rinse job, Jake moved backwards until he reached the little tiled bench and sat down. He turned her around by the waist and Eve rested her hands on his shoulders.
While she tried desperately not to self-inflict pain by focusing on the tattoo that spelled out another woman’s name, her eyes instantly locked on the beautiful black script, permanently marring his muscular chest. Her heart thundered and an aching behind her eyes blurred her vision.
As if sensing the reason for the shift in her mood, Jake’s eyes met hers. “Baby....” He shook his head and glanced down for a second. Grabbing her hips, he whipped her around towards the showerhead away from him, lowering her down on his lap. “Spread your legs. Put them outside of mine.” Warm hands moved in-between her thighs and he pulled her legs out wide.
Eve gasped at the vulgarly open position.
“Don’t close your eyes. Watch how swollen your pussy gets for me.” His skilled hands skimmed up her thighs to her core where he resumed playing with her.
Her breathing labored as he pulled her lips back with two fingers and lifted his other hand to her mouth. “Get ‘em wet.”
Eve was way past thinking coherently. All she cared about right now was the pulsing between her legs and needing him to make it stop as only he could. She took his hand in hers and sucked his fingers into her mouth.
“Fuck, I’m obsessed with your mouth,” he ground into her ear.
His husky voice spiked her desire and she wanted him inside her. No more waiting.
He slipped his fingers out and ran them down between her legs.
“I want you inside me—please,” she whispered, pushing against his hand.
A sexy laugh rumbled in her ear. “Yeah. What you want and what you’ll get are two different things.”
Eve bent back and turned her face into his neck, kissing him, riding his hand while she straddled him. She had to remember not to kiss him as passionately as she wanted to—she couldn’t leave any marks on his skin. “Don’t you want to be inside me?”
“I think you’re trying to flip the game, hon.” Jake eased a finger just inside her entrance, slowly emphasizing his point. “Not gonna happen.”
Even the tip of his finger felt good inside her. Some part of him inside her body.
“Jake—yeah,” she moaned. She needed him. Now.
“You want to come?” His lips barely touched her ear. His hot breath against her skin escalated the throbbing between her legs.
Her body responded, coating his fingers with her desire.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“I love when you beg,” he whispered to her. “Stand up.” He moved her legs together and she groaned in discomfort. He slapped the side of her thigh. “Up.”
Eve stood and moved to turn towards him, but his hands on her hips stopped her.
“Nope.”
Eve gazed over her shoulder at him, his eyes danced with hunger and something a little devious.
“Jake.” She trembled uncontrollably. The strong sprays of water assaulting her breasts and nipples weren’t helping her plight. The sharp spray made her needier.
“Bend over.” He nodded to the floor.
“What!” She wrapped her arms around her chest and spun around to him. “No.”
His head tilted a little to the side. “Eve. We both know you want to say yes. Why are you fighting me?” He grabbed her upper arms and pulled them away.
“Because!”
“You’re gonna come, one way or another. This...” He dropped one hand and slid two fingers through her drenched pussy. “Is mine tonight, baby and I’m nowhere close to being done with you. My tongue’s softer than my finger and you’re sore, right? So bend over.”
His eyes held her captive. Those gorgeous brown eyes that haunted her dreams. She glanced down at the floor. “This is...awkward.”
He pushed her forward a little, grabbed her hips and turned her back toward the water. “I got you, just bend over.”
Taking a deep breath, Eve leaned over slowly and touched the tile. “This is insane,” she said. She balanced her hands on the floor and opened her legs a little. Exposed was not the word for this. Vulnerable, explicit, graphic, none of them fit whatever this was. Raw. No boundaries, nowhere to hide was more along the lines being crossed here.
“More,” he instructed as he knelt on the floor of the shower, resting his lower back against the tiled bench. “Balance on the floor, baby and hold on.”
She opened her legs a little more.
Jake wrapped his hands around her quads and pulled her back to him, so her cleft was right over his mouth.
“Mmm, yeah. That’s it.”
Eve gasped just before he ran his fingers between her legs, cutting off any sound other than a whimper of infinite pleasure.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, lightly teasing and stroking her clit
with a finger.
The position of his fingertip, since she was essentially upside down, provided a different type of stimulation. Jake caressed her from the bottom up, not touching the overly sensitive part of her, but the underside, creating a burning, unbearable sensation that continually grew with every skilled slide of his finger.
Alternating between working her clit and dipping inside her body, he teased her mercilessly.
Eve’s legs began to tremble and she gasped, trying to breathe correctly.
“I need both hands, baby. You balanced? I’ll grab you if you’re going over.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured.
His hands moved to right below her ass and he held her lips open.
The water beat against the back of her scalp as his hot tongue licked at her swollen clit, teasing the abused little bundle of nerves until she actually bit her lip to keep from screaming. The soreness completely forgotten, now that he’d worked her up in this new way. She needed him to finish. He’d made her body ache for his touch through pain, through her love for him, through the way he forced her to face what she needed from him deep down in a place she didn’t acknowledge.
Soft flicks teased her aching flesh and he worked two fingers smoothly into her greedy core. Her legs shook so badly they almost gave out as he sucked her into his mouth. Just as she thought she was going to fall, Jake pulled her closer. From underneath, he pushed one arm between her torso and her hip. He wrapped it up and around to grab her ass cheek, anchoring her to him.
The hold kept her from falling, but the hand latched onto her butt cheek began to move. He massaged her and steadily moved his fingers towards her ass.
When he circled her puckered opening with a finger, Eve tensed.
“Eve,” he spoke against her flesh, which made her shake even more from the vibrations of his voice playing on her clit. “Trust me not to go further than this.” He teased his wet finger between her ass cheeks, swirling it around the outer rim, teasing the tip in and out of her.
“Jake,” she gasped.
“Relax into it. Just feel, honey.” His mouth went back to her clit. He steadily glided two fingers in and out of her pussy, while he played with the outside of her ass with his other hand.
The triple stimulation was too much. Eve cried out and couldn’t stop herself from pushing against him, taking him deeper. The onset of a more intense pressure escalated, surged between her legs. The steady circling around the rim of her ass became her undoing. Before she knew it, she screamed his name and would have fallen if he hadn’t locked both her legs to him and pulled her down on his lap.
His erotic chuckle filled her ear as his lips moved to her neck and his hand pressed against her pussy until her body calmed down. “When are you gonna learn not to argue with me?”
“Mmm…” Was all Eve could manage in that moment.
“I can make you feel good. Trust me to do that.”
They sat in silence for a moment while he held her. Eve slowly opened her eyes and she stared at the frosted door to the shower while trying to get her breathing under control. Jake making her feel good was never the problem. Why couldn’t he see? It was afterwards. When he would emotionally detach from her, which he never used to do. After spending years with an emotionally abusive, distant and closed down man, she’d built walls nobody could have breached—nobody but Jake.
His initial openness and emotional availability, to her specifically, is what made her fall in love with him. Nowadays, she was lucky if she got glimpses of that man. The man she met at the hotel earlier today was the old Jake, but she wasn’t sure how long she would have him. Their relationship was much more than physical for her and it ripped her soul apart when she felt it wasn’t for him. The tragic reality was that when it came to making her feel good, she trusted him absolutely, blindly. His recent distance caused her to question her trust in him emotionally. That reality broke her heart and was the single catalyst for her tattoo. The man she should have belonged to, the man she lost—like the design, the fragmentation of what should have been.
“Okay, baby. Up,” he said, breaking into her thoughts.
She came back to the present moment as he lifted under her arms and held her steady until she got her footing. Eve turned around to him, reached out and pulled him up.
He sat back up on the little bench and yanked her down on his lap once again. “You okay?” He nudged his nose along the side of her cheek.
“I...?”
“Enjoy me while you have me, Eve.”
Sitting in his lap for a few minutes, she let the strong spray wash over her achy body. The walls spun before her, partly from being upside down, partly from the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced in her entire life and partly from already missing him so much it physically hurt. The impending emotional detachment after this would annihilate her.
Finally getting her bearings, she shook off the inevitable and stood up.
“My turn.” Reaching out to him, she interlocked their hands and pulled him up.
He immediately hugged her to him. “You taste amazing,” he whispered in her ear.
“You’re insane.” She chuckled. “Let me wash you.”
He turned in her arms. “Do it behind me. I want to feel your body against me.”
“Jake.” Shower gel in hand, Eve hesitated while staring at his back. “I don’t care. Okay? I’ve seen the tattoo before. You’re the one who wanted me to experience my first shower with someone, so let me experience it.”
“First, I like feeling you pressed up against me. Second, don’t lie to me, Eve.” Pulling her arms around his waist, he took the shower gel and kissed the center of both her palms. He squeezed soap into her hands and she rubbed them together in front of him. “I don’t want you to hurt unnecessarily.”
The irritation rose and Eve reacted before she could stop it. “So, I’m never going to be able to see you without a shirt? Because of a tattoo?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” His tone rang final.
She sighed. “Of course, you don’t.” From behind him, she massaged up his chest to his neck, working the soap over his muscles. Bringing her hands under his arms, she lathered his back and down to his waist. Running a finger slowly over the scar on his lower back, she wished she could take away all his pain. She worked her hands down along his hips, over his ass, squeezing, until she was met with a sexy moan. Smiling she bent down, rubbing one leg with both hands and then back up before repeating the same process on the other. Standing, she hugged him to her and stood under the water until they were both thoroughly rinsed off.
“There’s more behind the tattoo than what you see. You see a name. I know the why behind it.” He played with her hands in front of him.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
He nodded his head. “I hate when you’re in pain. When you look at me without a shirt you’re destroyed. It’s in your eyes. Did you think I’d miss that?”
It was more than a tattoo that hurt her when she looked at Jake, but now wasn’t the time. Squeezing more soap into her hands, she leaned her face against his back and reached around his waist. Her soapy hands worked over his stomach down to the side of his groin. Carefully, she stroked underneath his shaft, caressing between his legs, circling and teasing his sack until his groan turned throaty, needy. Only then, did she use both hands to stroke his cock, slowly, gently, one hand on top of the other, up, down while splitting her fingers and running them over the tip of him.
“Rinse me off, baby. I’m coming inside you, not on the fucking shower floor.” His hands covered hers and he stroked himself using her hands.
Eve kissed the bottom of his shoulder blade, long, open-mouth caresses with her lips and her tongue as she pressed her body to his.
“You’re done playing.” He pulled her in front of him and moved them both under the hot spray.
Jake slapped her ass and walked her backwards to the door.
“Grab a towel,” he said as he turned to shut the water off.
Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around herself and held one out for him. He wiped himself off, shrugged back into the tank and wrapped the towel around his hips.
“Don’t get too dry. I prefer you wet.”
He grabbed her hand, leading her out of the bathroom and into the living room where he lit three candles on the mantel before walking back to her. He moved to the couch, sat down and pulled her in between his legs. Yanking on the end of her towel, he ripped it away from her.
Her arms went up immediately.
Jake cuffed her wrists with his hands. “Why do you always do that? Why do you hide from me?”
“I don’t know.” She wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“Look at me, Eve.”
She sighed and finally met his gaze.
He pulled her astride his lap so her pussy pressed against his hard cock through the towel. Lacing his hands in her wet hair, he pulled her face to his until their mouths were inches apart.
“Kiss me.” Grabbing her ass, he brought her tighter against him.
Eve leaned down and teased his lips with hers, running her tongue over the seam of his mouth. Taking his bottom lip between hers, she sucked it gently until his tongue filled her mouth—hot, strong, dominant.
Scooting forward on the sofa, Jake leaned her back with one hand and pulled the coffee table closer with the other.
“Lay back,” he said, nodding behind her.
She turned and glanced at the cold glass and then back at him. “On that?”
“On that,” he confirmed. He picked up the towel he’d thrown on the ground and haphazardly laid it in back of her.
Gingerly, she moved off his lap and sat on the coffee table in front of him.
He gave her that devilish smile, the one that never failed to make her stomach up-end.
Jake pushed the table back farther.