Page 18 of Fighting Jacob

I like Lola, so I’m more than eager to be her friend, but we’ve fucked. That’s not something I can merely forget. Three lifetimes would pass before I’d forget how scrumptious her lips taste, much less how good her heat felt wrapped around my cock.

While licking my lips, hoping to find a morsel of her cherry lip gloss on my mouth, I shift my eyes to Noah to seek his opinion on Lola's offer. He nods, giving me the go-ahead. He's good like this. He's not a fan of dating, but he isn't a cockblocker either.

As we enter Lola's cozy living room, the vibe shifts from playful to teasing. A current always bristles between Lola and me, but it’s stronger now that we're in her private domain.

After gesturing for me to sit on a hideous floral armchair, Lola plants her backside on the arm of my chair. There are another five spots she could take up, but she’d rather share a seat with me.

I like that—I like that a lot.

Wanting to gauge her true response, I place a hand on her thigh. Is she messing with me, or does she want to mess with me? When she doesn’t flinch against my touch, I ask, “Are you drunk?” quiet enough Noah won’t hear me. “Did you fall over and hit your head? You do realize I’m not my brother, right?”

Giggling, she slaps my chest. “Seriously, Jacob.”

I eye her as if to say, yeah, I’m serious. I’m as confused as fuck right now. “Is this because I called you a cock tease? I don’t regret it, but if this is the outcome, please let me know so I can say it as often as possible.”

“Maybe…?” My cock flexes against my zipper when she straddles my lap. “Or maybe I just want you to kiss me. Can we do that without fifty questions? Or shall we divulge our entire medical history first—?”

I cut off her question by slicing my tongue across her lips. If she wants me to kiss her, she doesn’t need to ask me twice. This girl has lips so sinful, they should belong to the devil.

After a few minutes making out, Lola flips our embrace on its head for the second time tonight. She pulls back with a huff, her mood the complete opposite of mine. I’m seconds from mauling her like a hungry lion, whereas she’s giving me silent marching orders. With a nudge of her head to her front door, she breathes out, “Thanks for the lift.”

I snarl at her, declaring I don’t appreciate the severe case of blue balls she just handed me before glancing at Noah over her shoulder. “We better head out. You ready?”

My disappointment about leaving is evident in my tone, but Noah misses it because he’s eager to stop watching us suck face. “Sure am.” He shifts on his feet to face Lola, his brows joining when he notices her in my lap. “Is it okay if I hit the can before we leave?”

Lola flashes me a beaming grin before cranking her head back to Noah. "Sure, it's down the hall on the left."

I balk when her instructions conclude with her mouth returning to mine. Her rapid shifts in personality have me wondering if she has some kind of mental disorder.

When Noah enters the hallway, Lola un-suctions herself from my lips, then stands. After tugging down her shorts from the height they gained to straddle my lap, she drags her finger over her kiss-swollen lips. Her eyes are dazzling with lust, but there’s something more than desire brightening them. I just wish I knew her well enough to know what it is.

"What are you up to?"

When she twirls to face me with a mammoth smile planted on her face, I tug on my dick, begging for him to calm down. She doesn't miss the grab of my crotch, but she's got other matters on her mind right now.

“I told Noah the bathroom is on the left.”

I remain quiet, waiting for her to elaborate. When she leaves me hanging, I say, “So...?”

“The bathroom is on the right; my sister’s room is on the left.” She rubs her hands together, feigning an innocence she’ll never pull off. “Now watch the sparks fly.”

Although pissed she used me as a ploy to get Noah and her sister to meet, I'm not overly angry. The hunger I've been craving the past week was just fulfilled. Now I need to work out how to get her matchmaking to fix the rock behind my zipper.

Noah is so quiet the first half of our drive home, I grow worried he’s discovered Lola’s ploy to force him and her sister to meet—even more so when he asks, “What do you know about Lola’s sister, Emily?”

The unease in his voice settles my nerves. I’ve never heard him use this tone before. He seems generally interested in my reply, like everything he’s ever worked for is precariously balanced on my answer.

With my brows arched and my smile genuine, my eyes drift from the road to him. When he notices my goading look, his jaw tightens. “Get fucked.”

He plays it cool for the remainder of our trip, only speaking once I pull into the driveway of our home. “Could you ask Lola for Emily’s number?”

I step into the role I was born to play by shaking my head. “Nope, not happening.”

“Why not?” His short reply can’t hide the quiver in his jaw.

“Because you don’t date, and Lola said Emily is a dating type of girl.”

When I clamber out of my seat, Noah mimics my moves. He slams his door shut before sprinting up the path to catch up with me. His eagerness exposes how interested he is. “I didn’t say I wanted to date her; I just wouldn’t mind getting to know her a little better.”

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