“Yeah, I just…I felt bad about how we left things, and, well, it’s Thanksgiving, and I didn’t want you mad at me.”
Jake’s focus dropped to TB’s ass, heart-shaped and perfectly displayed through the thin fabric of her dress. He reached down and adjusted his cock, too tight in his jeans. Shoulda worn sweats.
“Seems like you’re doing just fine, though.” Charlie cleared his throat.
Jake raised his eyes, then lifted an eyebrow and grinned.
The kid’s eyes narrowed into thin slits, then he waved toward TB and Jake. “Have a great fucking day, Tammy.” He started to drive away and TB stumbled backward.
Jake caught her before she fell, his blood heating to fire in his veins. “I’m gonna kill that fucking kid.” His muscles tensed, he watched Charlie pull up to the side of the barn. If he sprinted now, he could catch the kid’s jaw as he stepped out of the truck.
Tamryn turned around to face him, still in his arms, her body pressed along the length of his. With the warmth between them, Jake’s anger slowly faded back into the lust that coursed through his veins. “Don’t worry about him, Jake. He’s just mad. I deserve it.”
Jake searched her gaze. “What? I don’t want to hear you talk like that. He almost ran you over—”
“It’s fine, Jake, really. Please let it go.” She pushed out of his arms, then straightened her dress and apron, shaking her head. “I’m still wearing my apron.” She reached behind her to untie it—
Jake grabbed her hand. “Leave it.”
She raised her eyes to meet his, her lips quirked on one side. “What?”
“I said leave it.” I’m going to fuck you in nothing but that apron. He didn’t say the words out loud, but she must have felt the promise in his words, because a flush of red spread across her tits. Jake grinned triumphantly. “Ready to go?”
She nodded, pulling her lips between her teeth and taking a deep breath, then reached for the stuff at her feet. Jake turned back to the bike, adjusted his cock one more time—down, boy—then began strapping the cooler to the bike.
The door to the house slammed, echoing through the open front of the property as that Charlie kid stormed inside, all butt hurt about TB. Serves him right. Where had he been when TB was going through so much after Colby? Not here. Not taking care of things—
“Where am I going to sit?”
Jake smiled as he turned around to face her. “You mean to tell me after all these years of nagging me for a ride on this thing, you never considered where you’d sit?” He imagined her straddling him and his dick swelled.
She shook her head, scanning the motorcycle.
Jake opened his backpack and pulled out a small square of a seat with suction cups attached to one side, and placed it behind his seat on the back fender, pressing down good and firm so it wouldn’t budge when he drove her across town. “See? Gotcha covered, kiddo.”
Tamryn’s mouth fell open. “Seriously? I can’t fit on that.”
Jake leaned forward, making a show out of looking at her ass, then straightened and smiled. “I think you’ll manage. It’s not too far of a drive.”
“What else do you have in that backpack, Jake, your truck? So I can actually fit somewhere?” She laughed, reaching for his backpack.
He pulled it away from her and reached for her arm instead, catching her by surprise. “Hop on, little Baker. Let’s go home.”
Her lips pulled into a frown. “That’s not my home, Jake.”
His jaw tightened. “I know. Sorry.” He pushed the rush of disappointment away. He’d change her mind today, make sure she could see that his home was her home. He handed her the backpack, hoping to quickly change the subject. He already missed the lust in her gaze. “Put whatever else you need to bring in here. You’ll have to wear it, though, since there won’t be room between us for me to wear it.”
Tamryn swallowed, the movement drawing Jake’s attention to her slender throat. He loved the way he could elicit visible reactions from her with just the simplest of words. She slid her arms through the straps and settled the backpack onto her back, then he helped her onto the bike. Strapping his extra helmet to her head, he focused on her mouth. So full, so delicate…how had he never noticed her mouth before? She ran her tongue across her bottom lip and Jake shook his head, a low groan making its way up his throat.
He held eye contact long and hard until her breathing picked up, then smiled and straddled the bike. He settled into the seat, the cooler strapped in between his legs, and TB’s body so far back he couldn’t even feel her. He frowned. “You’ll have to get a little closer than that, TB.”
She wiggled forward, still hesitant.
“Wrap your arms around me.”
She did as she was told, lightly placing her arms around his torso.
“Tighter than that.”
She tightened her grip, but still held back.
Jake smirked. We’ll see about that. He started the Panhead, the familiar vibrations rumbling beneath him. After he strapped his helmet on, he steadied the bike with his feet planted firmly on the ground, then reached back and slid a hand beneath each of TB’s thighs. She stiffened in response to his touch and he chuckled softly to himself, then gave a quick yank, pulling her closer to his body until she straddled him, her thighs pressed tightly around him. He couldn’t be sure, but was that a whimper he heard escape from her lips?
With a wild grin on his face, one hand on TB’s thigh, and a painful tightness in his groin, he pulled away from the old Mills’ farm.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Tamryn’s heart thundered loudly in her ears, almost eclipsing the roar of the bike.
Heat burned at her center, and she fought against the urge to press more firmly against Jake, or the seat, or anything that would offer her some relief. Her body buzzed with anticipation, lit from within, aching for the promise of what he was going to do to her when they reached his house. The need in his gaze had been undeniable, and Tamryn’s body reacted to every look, every touch with a raging fire that consumed every inch of her small frame.
She needed Jake in every possible way, but today, right now, she needed him inside her. Only then would the ache in her core be quenched. Her mouth watered at the thought and she adjusted herself so she more fully straddled the bike, trying to alleviate—or intensify?—the need burning between her legs.
He squeezed her thigh, then reached back further until his fingers were almost to her ass, and she nestled closer to him. Her core throbbed, desire pulsing through her veins.
The deep rumble of the bike did nothing to cool her need for Jake, and the way his hand rubbed her thigh, squeezing her and massaging her flesh beneath her sundress, Tamryn was damn sure she’d never even make it to his house without combusting first. Maybe she could tell him to pull off somewhere, go find a dirt road and disappear together. Maybe she could straddle him while he raced down the highway, then fuck him right here on this bike for all to see.
A laugh escaped her lips as embarrassment flushed her cheeks. She’d never had thoughts that were quite so…vivid.
And delightful.
Jake pressed on the gas, and the sensation rocked her backward, so she tightened her arms around his waist. She pressed her chest against him, wishing their clothes were gone, so she could feel the soft skin of his back against her nipples. Her hands dipped down a little at the thought. He moaned, and she felt the vibration of sound against her chest, her nipples tightening in response.
“Fuck.” Jake tilted his head back slightly as he sucked in a deep breath and his shoulders rose with the movement. “What are you doing to me?” he yelled over the roar of the bike and the rush of the wind. He released her thigh, reaching into his lap to adjust himself.
Something about the wind and the rumble of the motorcycle between her legs filled Tamryn with a feeling of freedom. She didn’t care that the wind made her sundress flap on either side of her where it wasn’t tucked beneath her ass, half of her cheeks pro
bably exposed to anyone they passed. She didn’t care that the two of them probably looked like a couple of dogs in heat. Her body vibrated with courage and desire, igniting her skin, her heart beating had in her chest. She’d never felt more alive. Caution to the wind, she held her breath and released her firm grip on her own hands, letting one drop to Jake’s hand on his cock.
He wasted no time, sliding his hand over hers and pressing her palm firmly against his massive erection. He slid his hand back behind him and gripped her bare thigh as he moved against her hand.
She kneaded him through his jeans, reveling in the rock hard cock she wanted inside her as quickly as possible. She whimpered as heat flooded her center, wiggling up closer, trying to eliminate every centimeter of space between them.
With a grunt, Jake pulled the bike to the side of the road, kicking the stand down in one quick motion as he twisted his torso around to claim her mouth with his. She sucked in a breath as his tongue dove deep into her mouth, shooting electricity clear down into her toes. She moaned, the sensations almost too fucking good to handle as he massaged her tongue with his. He gripped her neck with one hand, then reached between them and cupped between her legs, massaging her center. She arched, pressing against his hand, the desire to dry fuck his palm nearly knocking her off the bike.
Panting, he pulled back, his lids heavy over his bright gaze. He stilled the motion of his hand against her panties. “Either you need to show some restraint, Tamryn Baker, or I’m going to fuck you silly right here on the side of the road.”
The threat stole her breath and sent a shudder through her body all at once.
His eyes flicked back and forth between hers, and a languid smile pulled at his lips. “Right here it is, then—”
The deafening blare of a horn broke the moment, and she looked up as a minivan drove past them. Oh my god. She swallowed hard, eyes wide. There could be kids in there! She looked back at Jake.
His lips twitched as he fought a smile.
Tamryn shook her head. “You’re trouble.”
He shrugged. “Can’t help it. You bring out the best in me.” He moved his palm between Tamryn’s legs and she gasped, thrown back into the strong desire to let Jake have her right here on the side of the highway. He held her gaze as he moved his hand, slowly, deliberately, testing her. His eyes begged the question, ‘How far will you let me go?’
Tamryn considered, swallowing hard as he drew more heat to her center with each slight movement of his hand.
“Let’s go,” she whispered, the words heavy in her mouth.
“Right here?” he asked, his smile devilish.
Tamryn rolled her eyes and pulled her dress down. “No, not right here.”
Jake growled, dropping his focus to her lap. He shook his head. “It’s a damn shame.” He removed his hand, then met her gaze. “Behave.”
Tamryn grinned, licking her lips. “Only until we get there.”
Lust flashed in his eyes, and he gave a curt nod. “Deal.” He turned back around and settled onto the bike again. She settled behind him and wrapped her arms higher up on his chest, then closed her eyes and prayed they’d be back at his place when she opened them again.
She waited to open them until he stopped the bike and cut the engine. Jake jumped off the bike and scooped her up into his arms, pressing his face into the crook of her neck and breathing deeply. He opened his mouth and sucked gently against her collar bone, then moved his way up to her ear, pulling her earlobe into his mouth as he stepped inside the house.
With one quick movement, he kicked the door closed behind them and lowered her feet to the ground.
Unable to keep from touching him any longer, Tamryn slid her hands beneath his shirt, dragging her fingertips across the ridges of his abs, then tugged his shirt up and over his head. She ran her hands over his shoulders, up into his hair, down his back, touching and feeling her way all over his chest, back, and shoulders, reveling in the softness of his skin, the taut muscles beneath that clenched and trembled against her palms.
Desire wound spindly fingers up into her chest, down lower into her groin, gripping relentlessly, pushing her toward what she knew was about to happen, what shouldn’t—couldn’t—happen, plummeting her toward him, toward passion, toward love, toward fire.
The fire that would surely burn her to a crisp.
Should she let it?
She shook her head. “We can’t do this.” Even as she muttered the words, she knew they were false. They could, and they absolutely would.
Jake’s breaths came in and out in quick succession; his eyes dropped to her lips, pupils constricting as he focused on her mouth. He licked his bottom lip, slowly, torturously, and all she could think of was where he might put that tongue later. He tugged her harder against him, pressing his hips into hers and freeing a whimper from her mouth as his erection pressed hard against her center. “I disagree.” He silenced any retort with a crushing kiss, and Tamryn’s eyes slammed closed as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, the heated result of which flowed like fire through her veins.
There’d be nothing left of her after this was over, no way she’d recover, no way anyone would ever compare to Jake.
Desperate to be even closer to him, Tamryn slid her arms around his neck, then hauled herself up, circling his waist with her legs as she opened her mouth wider to welcome him. Resolve disappeared amid the stroke of his tongue and the warmth of his body against hers, his hands on her ass, his dick pressed between her legs.
The word no lost all meaning.
All she could think was yes.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Jake took a few steps toward the wall, then pushed TB up against it, his cock pressing almost painfully into the thin strip of lace between her legs. He’d nearly torn through that scrap of underwear back on the bike, and he had a strong desire to rip it off with his teeth now that they were back at the house. He slid his hands beneath her skirt, gripping the bare cheeks of her ass and groaned as he pressed harder against her. “Fucking hell, TB.”
Leaning forward and bracing her against the wall with his torso, one hand still holding her ass, he moved his free hand between them to slide the thin fabric aside. Gripping her ass where it connected to her thighs, he braced himself, then kneeled before her, positioning his face just mere inches away from her exposed center.
“Jake,” she said on a gasp.
He didn’t wait for anything else, for any yes or no that might slip from her mouth. TB had a tendency to overthink things, and this wasn’t something he’d allow her to talk herself out of. He needed her right now, more than he’d ever needed a woman, and the way she whispered his name, he knew she needed him just as badly.
He leaned forward and spread her lips with his tongue, pulling her thighs apart to open further around his head. Her hands flew into his hair, curling around the strands as he lapped at her wetness.
“Jake...” She moaned, then gasped. “Oh…God…don’t…don’t drop me,” she panted.
“Never,” he spoke against her skin.
Her legs tensed and relaxed on his shoulders, squeezing and releasing his head as he plunged his tongue inside her, suckling her clit and drinking her in like the life force she was. Inhaling the perfectly sweet scent of her, he moaned against her lips and she clenched her thighs around his head.
A few more strong licks and her thighs began to twitch, so he tilted his head back and looked up at her.
“Jake,” she whined.
“What’s wrong? Should I stop?”
She rolled her eyes back into place and looked down at him, lids heavy with want. She swallowed audibly; her ass flexed against his hands as she fought to keep her orgasm at bay as it surged toward her. “Yes.”
Jake raised his eyebrows. “Yes? Stop?”
“Yes.” She smiled a slow, fluid grin. “I want you inside me.”
Jake’s body burned with desire, TB’s words setting his nerves into overdrive. “Soon.”
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nbsp; He drove his tongue inside her, plunging deeply until she bucked against his face and her legs shook around his head. Wetness flooded his mouth, and he suckled her, his dick swelling with jealousy.
“Jake, oh my god…”
He settled her panties back over her center, then gently slid her down to the floor, careful not to hurt her in his haste to bury himself balls deep within her walls. Sitting back on his heels, he looked up at her.
“Undress for me.”
Her chest heaved with each breath. She started to slide the apron off, but he shook his head. TB’s eyes widened, then she nodded, and worked around the apron. She dropped her sundress to her ankles.
As she slowly stepped out of her panties, Jake stepped out of his jeans. Her gaze, smoldering, fell to his erection. She licked her lips absently and his dick rose in response. He sat on the chair in the entryway, then reached for her. “Come here,” he whispered. Anticipation filled his veins with electricity, his body humming with the carnal need for her burning inside him.
She looked up at him and pushed off the wall, shakily at first, then with more purpose as she regained some strength in her legs. She stood boldly before him, bringing that perfect pussy back to near mouth level. He lifted the apron and his mouth watered. A growl rumbled low in his throat. He focused on the wetness still glistening on her soft mound, battling between the need to taste her again and the desire to feel her slide down around him.
The latter won. With a groan, he pulled her to him, nipping at her belly, then wrapped one arm around her waist to lock her in place. He looked up into those beautiful gunmetal blue eyes. “Sit,” he said, the sound a near growl in his throat.
She obeyed, wrapping her arms around his neck, then straddling him until the tip of his dick rested against the softness of her center. He pressed into her gently and she gasped, bringing her gaze to his. He leaned forward and kissed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth so she could experience how unbelievably good she tasted. His dick twitched again, anxious to dive deep into the promise of her perfect form.
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