Love Him: A Love Him, Hate Him, Want Him Novel

by Blaze, Stella

  Okay, my knees were officially starting to knock.

  Hell, just hearing him say those words made things deep down, low inside me tighten. My panties were probably already wet.

  Jake laughed and turned himself around in the water.

  “Fine, fine… I’ll look away while you disrobe and wade in. Tell me if you need help getting into the pond. The rocks can get slippery, especially for those holding their hands over their… delicate parts, to hide them.”

  I’ve never stripped so fast in my entire life. Shirt, boots, and socks—almost fell over on that one—jeans, hair tie, bra and panties in a little over thirty seconds. I ran toward the rock Jake had dove off and jumped. Tucking my legs up under me and holding them, I performed a classic cannon ball.

  I splashed into the warm, silky water just as Jake said “delicate parts.”

  I sank like a stone, kicked my legs down but didn’t find the bottom, so I started to kick my way toward the surface. Once I emerged from under the water I gulped air and pushed my wet hair back from my face with my hands.

  Jake was chortling a few feet away, his eyes smiling, his lips…

  Well, no matter what his lips were doing, all I wanted to do was kiss those lips…

  “Now that was a mighty fine dive you executed there,” he said, affecting a fake British accent, “But I can’t give you high marks simply because of all the splash you—”

  I eliminated the distance between us and threw my arms around his neck, devouring his lips in a long, dizzying effort to not only shut him up, but to sate my unbearable hunger for him.

  He grabbed me up in his strong, muscular arms, and pulled me so close my breasts were crushed deliciously against his hard chest. We were both breathing so fast and hard it made for some rather interesting friction. My nipples were so hard they practically hurt, my entire body set on fire with the need to be close to him, the ache to be touching every inch of him with every inch of me.

  And then I felt his hard prick between my thighs, and sliding over my pubic mound and over my belly. I’d forgotten how very large he was.

  How? I have no idea. Maybe it was some hysterical amnesia, brought on by the thought of never being with the man again.

  I shuddered at the thought, gasping for breath as I pushed my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, licking his flesh.

  I reached out my hand and trailed my fingers down from his chin, over his collarbone and down his chest, until I was sliding my palm down his tight, hard abdominals.

  Jake took in a sharp intake of breath when I wrapped my fingers around his cock, holding that spongy, hard piece of him, and then gently stroking it up and down.

  Our kiss deepened and Jake growled. He pulled me to him, forcing me to let go of him, as he grabbed me by my bottom and squeezed the orbs of my ass hard, wringing a groan from my lips.

  As he licked deeper into my mouth, his hands pulled my buttocks apart, and his hands explored further down, pulling me open as he ground his hips against me, rubbing his hardness into my shuddering sex.

  “I know this is sudden,” he gasped between kissing me. “But I just can’t stop myself.” I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my feminine opening. I moaned in anticipation. I wanted him inside me so damn bad.

  “Yes!” I called out and then pushed my hips forward and down, impaling myself on his turgid member.

  Jake held onto me like a drowning man to a life preserver, gasping and groaning as I slid down the length of him, wrapping my quivering, heated pussy around his girth. I bit my lip as I felt my vagina stretching to accommodate him.

  Would I ever get used to having something this large inside me?

  Did I care?

  I never wanted to get over this exquisite feeling…

  He captured my lips with his own, his hands still grasping my bottom. Using those hands, he started pulling me up and down on his cock, using those sinful fingers of his to pull me open on my trip down his fleshy spike, and to push me back together as he lifted me back up.

  I don’t remember when I did it, but I’d wrapped my legs around his hips, my thighs slipping and sliding as I tried to assist Jake in fucking me.

  The heat that was building up inside me was terrible, almost painful.

  The sun shone down on us, making the rippling waters around us glitter and shine to a near blinding gleam.

  Good god, the feeling of having him inside me, and the feel of him against me, his hard, muscular body and his slick flesh, stroking against me. I could easily believe I’d lost my mind and was hallucinating this entire moment.

  After all, it didn’t make any sense. I’d…

  I know what I’ve done! I screamed at myself. And if this beautiful, loving man can forgive me, then why the hell can’t I forgive myself?

  I clenched my arms around his neck, feeling myself on the verge of tears and hyperventilating.

  Jake stopped pistoning himself into me, holding me, and keeping himself absolutely still.

  “You okay?” he breathed into my ear, his words steeped in concern.

  I let the tears flow, and finally let myself off the hook. I needed to let this guilt go. It had been so stupid of me, but it was the past, and if he was willing to try again, I was not going to let my inner stupid ruin things.

  Was I okay?

  “Yes,” I gasped into his mouth as I kissed him. I was just fine.

  I was better than fine… I was spectacular.

  I had Jake back, what else could I possibly want.

  Jake slowly began to rock his hips against mine again, and the heat started to flare again, fanned by my desire for him, stoked by his body, and by how much I could tell he cared for me.

  Lord, please help me. I’m in love with this man.

  I felt my body tense as that thought sent me over the edge, a blindingly strong, full-on climax washing over and through me.

  Jake pounded up into me, losing control as my sex went wild, contracting and clenching at him. He cursed and kissed me even harder, and then his entire body started to shake as he came, pouring himself inside me.

  As I rode him and his wave of euphoria, the burning that had spread over my flesh had flashed through my blood and was now engulfing my pussy.

  When I came a few seconds into his climax, it was as if the world had shifted, and I’d split open, all the fire and want that had burned through me and culminated where Jake and I were connected was pouring out of me and enveloping him in my scorching wave of lust.

  I don’t remember him carrying me out of the pond, but when I came to my senses again we were stretched out on a blanket under the afternoon sun, still wet but warm, and so utterly sated.

  I felt so loose and free, not a worry intruded on my feeling of complete and total happiness.

  Jake reached over and pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms and legs about him and let myself fall into a blissful rest. Not sleep, not a nap, and most certainly not mere passing out—which would have been a great possibility, given how much exertion we’d put each other through.

  I playfully bit at Jake’s firm, smooth pec, sucking his nipple into my mouth and roughing it up with my tongue.

  Jake shifted his weight and I looked up, catching his eye as I kissed my way down his ribs, and then further, down over his washboard stomach.

  “Hope…” he managed before I took him into my mouth and started pulling on his semi-hard flesh. He sprang back to glorious stony hardness as I feasted on cock.

  I sucked harder, hungering to taste his seed.

  His hands found my head and he gently tried to pull me from my oral ministrations, but I wrapped my arms around his hips and redoubled my efforts.

  I wanted him to explode in my mouth like a ripe fruit.

  “Not… fair…” he lamented, his breathing turning ragged and rushed. His hips started to buck as I pushed him closer to the edge. I could taste a hint of his salty goodness. But I wanted more. Something inside me hungered for the taste of him more than anything els
e.

  Jake cried out and I felt his cock pulse and jerk as he came. I held on as he tried again to pull me off him, but I was dogged. I wanted it, and I was going to have it.

  Jake fell back, gasping, whimpering as I sucked and licked and sucked him some more.

  When I finally released his turgid member, I looked up at him and smiled at the state I found him in.

  He was glistening with a sheen of sweat, his body quaked from exhaustion, and he had the biggest, most satisfied grin on his face I’d ever seen before.

  Boy, I was good.

  My stomach growled.

  And boy was I hungry.

  “Get dressed,” I said, pulling myself up to a sitting position, looking around for where I’d left my clothes when I tore them off. “I’m starving!”

  Jake coughed and then chuckled, shading his eyes with his hand as he watched me get up and start gathering my clothes.

  “Just give me a minute,” he said, stretching his hands over his head. “I’ve gotta wait for the feeling to come back into my legs.”

  I glanced at his long, strong legs, and at the long, spongy piece of him that rolled from his belly over his hipbone.

  A surge of heat flashed through my lower body, making my legs shake and my nipples turn rock hard.

  I physically forced myself to look away. If I looked at him in this state much longer, I was going to hop back on the man and keep him flat on his back, and with numb legs, for the rest of the afternoon.

  “I’ll give you three minutes, and then I’m leaving without you.”

  I pulled his keys out of his discarded jeans and jingled them merrily over my head as I started the hike back to his Harley.

  “Do you even know how to drive one?”

  I laughed. “Of course I do!” Which was a lie.

  I heard some cursing as he got up and started pulling on his clothes.

  Nothing makes a man move faster than thinking someone else is going to drive his bike.

  Chapter 47

  I’d never even heard of Park’s BBQ and Grille, but ever since Stacey had mentioned it earlier, I’d been hankering to go.

  I loved barbeque, and there is nothing like mind-numbingly good sex to work up a girl’s appetite. So I told Jake we had to go there, and the wise, gorgeous man simply pointed his motorcycle in the right direction and drove us there.

  Park’s took up a large bottom floor of an all but abandoned forties style office building a few blocks from downtown. Normally I wouldn’t recommend going anywhere near downtown San Antonio… but the call of barbeque ribs, and the fact that it was nearly seven in the evening, swayed me.

  Seven p.m. on a school night might just be the best time to navigate downtown traffic.

  We pulled into a small lot that was about halfway filled, and headed in. The instant we walked in I was deliciously overwhelmed by the warm, tangy aroma of their hickory smoked BBQ sauce, and the seared scent of grilling meat.

  We weren’t three feet in the front door when I spotted Billy and Stacey sitting in a booth. Billy’s eyes were bugged out and staring at Stacey. She had a wicked little grin of her luminous face. Whatever she had just said or done had blown Billy’s mind, big time.

  I have an inquiring mind like everyone else, but I really, really didn’t want to know what was going on at that table.

  I didn’t get my wish, though. Billy spotted me and instantly shouted, “Miss Jones! Over here!” gesticulating enthusiastically with the arm he didn’t have draped behind Stacey’s shoulders.

  Stacey looked up with a rather unfriendly look on her face, but when she saw me a beatific smile popped on to her face. She joined in waving us over.

  I hadn’t planned on sharing a booth with anyone. For one thing, I didn’t want to scare anyone who hadn’t seen me eat before. And the other reason was I wasn’t sure I could keep my hands from wandering to naughty places on Jake.

  But when Billy and Stacey asked us to join them they said, “We just got here too. Haven’t even ordered yet.” Well, I just couldn’t say no.

  Before I knew it the waiter came, a funny, good looking blond with a nice smile and sparkling eyes. Since I couldn’t decide between ribs, steak, or chicken, I ordered a barbeque platter and a margarita.

  Jake ordered a steak, and the newly minted lovebirds ordered “The knockout,” which was kind of like the platter, but three times as big and smothered in their five alarm hot and spicy BBQ.

  My eyes watered just hearing them order it.

  As soon as the waiter headed off to place our order, Stacey announced that she and I needed to take a trip to the “little girl’s room.”

  I actually really did have to go, so I slid my ass out of the booth and followed her back to the ladies’ room. Once inside I headed straight for a stall.

  My butt no more than touched the toilet when Stacey said, “I don’t think I can do it.”

  Talk about a pee block. “What can’t you do?” I asked, trying not to sound unfriendly, but holding your bladder, when you’ve already sent the signal for it to empty, is an uncomfortable sensation.

  “I don’t think I can finish this date.”

  Well shit…

  Why me?

  What was it about Billy that he kept attracting women that kept dumping him?

  I sighed like I was last in line at the DMV and said through the stall door, “So, you don’t like him?”

  “Oh god, no! I think he’s great… the nicest, sexiest guy I’ve met in years.”

  I so needed to pee…

  “So what’s the problem?”

  Silence.

  That wasn’t good.

  “Well?”

  “I… I just don’t know if I should tell you.”

  Then why are you keeping me from emptying my bladder?!?!

  I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I’m just going to pee here, and if you decide you want to tell me—”

  “Billy’s a virgin!” Stacey practically exploded as she said it.

  A long, slow belly-laugh started to work its way up out of me like bubbles surfacing in a witch’s cauldron.

  “Hope? It’s not funny.”

  I just couldn’t stand it. “He’s bullshitting you, sweetie.” I grabbed a piece of toilet paper and dabbed at the tears that were starting to form in my eyes. “There is no way that boy is a virgin. Just look at him!”

  He’s the big bad wolf. He’s a predator, and the women of the world are the flock of sheep and lambs he’ll slowly devour, one or two or three at a time, until the day he dies, or Viagra stops working for him.

  “I know he’s all sexy and lecherous, but when we were making out right before you and Jake got here, I… well, my hands got a little frisky, and he stopped me.”

  He stopped her?

  “He said he wanted to wait, you know, until it was right.”

  Oh boy…

  “So I asked him if he was a virgin. I mean, I was just joking, but then he looked away and his face got all serious.”

  OH BOY…

  “I really like him, Hope, and I have no problem waiting a few days,”—Days?—“but if I take his virginity, and then it doesn’t work out… well, that could really hurt him, and I don’t want to be the one to do that to him!” She sounded like she was on the verge of tears by the time she was through.

  I sat there on that toilet and silently cursed my bad luck.

  Stacey sniffled. “Hope?”

  Oh hell! “Why don’t you use the bathroom, check your make up, whatever. I’ll pee (I so, so, so needed to go!) and we’ll figure this out when I come out, okay?”

  “’Kay…”

  I rolled my eyes. She sounded like a teenager in a bad after school special on TV.

  I breathed in, I breathed out. I tried to imagine a babbling brook or a faucet running: anything to get me to pee. I’d held it so long that I was having a hard time getting it to start.

  But then I leaned back and somehow set the automatic flush off. Just the roar of the toile
t set my pee-flex off. I sighed in relief.

  I hope I didn’t moan, but fuck it. I needed to pee!

  When I was done, and my clothes were all buttoned and zipped in the right places, I emerged from the stall and walked over to the sinks—where Stacey stood, wiping at her eyes with some paper towel.

  I started to wash my hands, still not knowing what I was going to tell her. I’d thought that once I’d peed I would suddenly get a brilliant idea about what Stacey should do.

  All I got was word salad as I replayed what Stacey had told me.

  He wanted to wait.

  She was fine with waiting a few days (I still couldn’t get over that).

  But she was afraid to be Billy’s first, that she would end up really hurting him if it didn’t work out.

  He wanted to wait.

  She would wait, and didn’t want to deflower him if it they weren’t going to make it last.

  Actually, that was almost kind of sweet.

  It made me think of a movie from a few years back.

  “40 Day and 40 Nights,” I said, triumphantly, as I dried my hands off.

  Stacey looked at me like I’d grown a second head. “Huh?”

  “It’s a movie, a romantic comedy from about ten years ago.” She didn’t look like she was following. “This guy gives up sex for Lent.”

  “Lent?”

  I shook my head. “It’s a religious thing.”

  Her eyes looked around and she shrugged. “My family are agnostics.”

  “Well, every year, about six weeks before Easter, a bunch of people give up something for forty days and forty nights. Between that and prayer and such, they… prepare for celebrating Easter.”

  Stacey’s brow furrowed. “All that for bunnies and candy?”

  I bit my tongue and tried to be diplomatic. “It’s more about Jesus to them, how he died for them, you know, and then came back.”

  She looked even more confused, and since I wasn’t the best little Catholic girl… or even a practicing one since I turned sixteen…

  “Let me cut to the chase. If he wants to wait, and you’re afraid to rush into this because you think he’ll get hurt if you two don’t work out, why don’t you both go forty days and forty nights before you… you know, go through with it.”