Page 105 of Love Lies Bleeding

“Where are you going? It’s still night.”

Jake chuckles as I roll to look at him, with displeasure clear on my face. What I see as he looks back at me is filled with so much love it steals the breath from my lungs, and in a totally different way than when my kinky boyfriend has his hands on my throat.

It’s taken us a long time to get here but today we’re moving into our new home together. To think that this time last year we were fighting to save my best friend and now me and Jake are finally getting our own happy ending, makes me feel incredibly lucky.

“Hey, handsome. Happy Moving Day.”

He bends close, and catches my nape with his hand, bringing me closer to his lips. “Happy Moving Day, Blossom.” His kiss is quick but deep, stirring my blood to boiling as it always does. “Wanna take a shower with me and see if I can wake you up?”

I jump from the bed at his suggestion and leap towards him, knowing he’ll catch me. My legs hook around his waist, and I feel the hard, blunt end of his cock against my belly. Holding my ass, in his big hands, he gives me a deeper kiss, a lazy slow morning kiss before he walks us into the bathroom as I grind against him.

“Hell, yes. I do.”

Jake places me down in the bathroom and closes the door before dropping his boxers and lifting the t-shirt he gave me to wear, which has his name on it, over my head.

“God, you’re too fucking beautiful. I might have to lock you up in our new house so other men can’t see how stunning you are.”

“Jake, you’re too much.” My head dips to hide how much pleasure I get from his possessive jealousy.

“I need to fuck you fast, Blossom. I can’t wait.”

“Then take me.”

His eyes darken, the growl rumbling through his chest making a flood of heat soak my pussy. I love how much he wants me and how much he shows me and anyone else how much I mean to him. Our path hasn’t been an easy one. It has been mired by lies, blackmail, attempted murder, and the destruction of his beautiful period home, but today marks the beginning. The house couldn’t be salvaged, and in the end, we decided to tear it down and start again and make it into something we can both love, with none of the memories of that day.

“I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m hanging on by a thread already.”

I fist his hard cock in my hand, and he groans as I stroke him with a firm, practiced motion I know drives him wild.

“You’d never hurt me. Now fuck me like you hate me.”

Jake would never hurt me, he’s shown me in every way I could ever want how sorry he is for what happened at Harvard. Even going so far as to get me re-enrolled if I wanted to. I don’t, that time in my life is gone and I’m ready to move on. I get a text from him every morning even when he’s lying next to me. Fresh flowers are sent to the shop every week in every shade of pink I can imagine and better than all of that, he makes me feel like I’ll always have a safe spot to land when the weight of shielding those I love becomes too much. He’s my light in the dark and the boy who showed me it was okay to be me.

Pulling my hand away, Jake spins me around so I’m facing the mirror.

“Hold onto the counter and don’t let go.”

My eyes meet his in the glass, and I see hunger slashed in the tight line of his marble jaw. I bite my lip and think I could come from the sight of him looking so powerful alone. Jake glances down at my ass, and I watch his expression change in the mirror, his hand moving up and down the ridges of my spine before smoothing over my ass. Running a finger lower, he dips his hand between my legs and groans appreciatively when he finds me soaked for him already.

“You are my good girl, aren’t you, Blossom?”

I give him a curt nod as he spears his fingers inside me before pulling them out and rubbing them over my swollen clit until I’m forced up on tiptoes as I try to grind against his cock with my ass. The move forces my tits up, and I can see Jake’s eyes on them in the glass so I lift my hand from the counter and pluck at my nipple.

“Did I say you could move your hand from the counter?”

I give him a bratty smirk. “No.”

“Looks like someone wants to get her ass spanked.”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

I love this dynamic in our relationship. Jake allows me to be the ball buster outside of the bedroom, but in here, he gets the other part of me. The side that wants to give up all my control and trust him with my pleasure, but now and then the sass bleeds through and I think he likes that just as much.

“I’m gonna get to mark you as mine, Blossom? Make this ass as pink as your hair?”

“Yes, do it. I want to feel all of you.”

“Fuck, you’re killing me.”

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