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He jerks off slowly, rubbing his thumb over the Apadravya. “Lie down and keep those legs wide for me.”

I do as he says, bunching up my skirt to give him unrestricted access to my pussy. I’m burning with desire, aching for Jake’s touch.

“You’re so beautiful, June. A masterpiece.” He leans down, resting his left forearm next to my body while pressing the head of his cock against my clit.

I close my eyes, melting against the couch. The contrast of warm and cold and soft and hard overloads my senses. “Jake...”

He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Do you like that, June?”

“Yes, so, so much.”

Slanting his lips over mine, he rubs his cock against my clit, up, down, and sideways, making me so slick, he could easily penetrate me in one swift move. I’m unraveling, spinning out of control. It’s not only his teasing that’s making me lightheaded; it’s his kiss too. Everything he’s doing is scrambling my thoughts. I’m ready to forget protection and guide his cock to my entrance. I need him inside of me like I need air.

But I don’t take that step. Maybe I do have a shred of self-control left. Jake leaves my mouth to kiss my neck, giving me delicious goose bumps. I moan loudly and say his name as if in prayer. I can feel my orgasm building, making me tingle. God, how I love this moment, the seconds before the climax hits. My toes curl, and I’m almost there, but suddenly, Jake stands, taking with him my source of pleasure.

“Wha—”

“I need to be inside you, June. Right. The. Fuck. Now.”

He pulls a condom from his duffel bag, and it makes me wonder why he needs a condom at the gym. Maybe the guys just stash condoms everywhere, which is smart, considering how hot they are. They probably have women hitting on them all the time. It’s hard to believe they want to be with me. They want toshareme.

Lost in my thoughts, I don’t see Jake put the condom on, but when he returns to the couch, he’s ready.

“I’ve been dreaming about your hot and tight pussy milking my cock since the last time, gorgeous.” He rubs his Apadravya against my clit again, then slides to my entrance and sheathes himself in me to the hilt.

I whimper and shake, trying to hold off the orgasm just a bit longer. It’s like swimming against a riptide. The way his piercing rubs against my special spot makes me delirious. He cuts off my moans with his tongue, kissing me deep while he pounds into me, his pace increasing with each thrust. My body convulses in the next moment, and a vortex of pleasure engulfs me. I scratch his back and scream against his lips. That makes Jake move faster, fuck me harder than before. I’ve barely recovered from my orgasm’s onslaught when a new wave crashes over me. I’m coming again, and this time, I might disintegrate.

Jake groans against my lips, a deep and guttural sound that I can feel in my bones. I feel the vibrations coming from him as he chases his release. It seems to go on forever. Finally, with one last jerky movement, he stops, and his body relaxes as he hides his face in the crook of my neck.

We don’t move for seconds, maybe minutes. I’m busy trying to catch my breath. I keep my eyes closed while basking in the weight of Jake’s body on mine. I feel serene and complete, same as with Lachlan. It’s a sensation I never had before, and that tells me something important. I want to keep them. All of them.

CHAPTER 31

JUNE

Spending the night with Jake at the beach house was a dream, but like all dreams, eventually, I had to wake up. No lazy Sunday in bed for us. We headed home soon after breakfast a little after seven. He ordered food, since I was still wearing last night’s clothes and he didn’t want to expose me to possible scrutiny by dining out. I wished we could have gone for a walk on the beach, but the last thing I needed was for someone to snap a picture of me with Jake.

I stare at his profile. The swelling around his eye is almost gone, but the bruise is darker now. Despite that, he’s as handsome as ever, with messy hair and scruff on his face.

He turns to me and smiles. “What’s up, boo?”

“Boo?” I laugh.

“Sorry, I’m still trying to figure out the best nickname for you.”

“Last night, you said Peaches was a good nickname.”

“It is, but that’s Ryan’s name for you. I want my own.”

A warm and fuzzy feeling spreads across my chest. “I’m not fussy about nicknames. I’ll like anything you call me.”

He turns his attention to the road, but he reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together. “I’ll figure it out. Do you have any plans for today?”

“Hopefully, I can get my car from the garage. Then, I have to take care of Mrs. Carpenter’s pets, work on my weekly lesson plan, and read the notes the substitute teacher left for me. So, a light schedule.”

“Make sure you get some R and R time as well. If I didn’t have plans tonight, I’d take you out to dinner.”

The butterflies in my stomach make their presence known. I’d love to spend more quality time with Jake, but then I remember where he needs to be tonight, and my giddiness disappears. I’m curious about his relationship with his father and brother, but that’s a touchy subject for him, so I don’t ask.

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