Page 64 of Fighting Jacob

I gather her hands in mine before silently coercing her eyes to me. When I get them, I say, “I wasn’t worried about going to jail. I was panicked about leaving you.” I wipe away the inky black substance sliding down her face with her tears. “I couldn’t stop wondering who’d be there for you if he attacked you while I was behind bars. The thought of you going through that alone killed me, Lola. That’s why you can’t trust him. He attacked you in broad daylight, so what will he do if he gets you behind closed doors?”

“I’m not with Callum,” she confesses. “I only agreed to meet him because he said he had vital information about you. That was the first time I’ve seen him since Mavericks.”

“You’re not with Callum?” I can see the honesty in her eyes, hear it in her words, but I still want confirmation.

My regular breathing pattern returns when she answers, “No, I'm not." She arches her brow in a way that makes me grateful I’m holding her hands. "Not that I need to answer to you about who I am or am not seeing. You’re not the boss of me, Jacob. I don’t answer to anyone.”

There she is. The stubborn, hot-headed little temptress I fell head over heels in love with months ago is back full force. The wetness on her cheeks may fool a man into believing she isn’t as strong as the woman she seemed to be when we met, but I’m confident the fire in her eyes will prove them wrong. My girl is strong—she has to be to put up with a man like me.

“Come here.”

Lola folds her arms in front of her chest, feigning anger at my request. She shouldn't give up her day job. While staring at my lips, her tongue darts out to moisten hers. She only does that when she is preparing to kiss me. Yes, that's how in-depth I studied her when we were "friends."

When Lola arches a brow, goading me to make true on the threat in my eyes, I stumble into the danger zone without any fear. “Always so stubborn,” I mumble over her lips before swiping my tongue across them.

She smiles against my mouth before accepting my kiss. I growl into her mouth; I’ve missed sampling her taste the past six months. Not even the saltiness of the tears clinging to her top lip can simmer the heat crackling between us. She tastes so fucking good, both naughty and nice.

When she climbs over the parking brake between our seats, my fingers weave through her hair. I hold her mouth hostage as I rock my hips up, ensuring she feels the effect she has on me. I’m hard as a rock, mere seconds from breaking the zipper in my pants.

Lola is just as turned on. With her skirt riding high on her thighs, the only thing separating my cock from her damp panties are my pants. Although I don’t even see them being an issue too much longer. Lola’s hand is skating down my abs, only stopping when she reaches the pesky fly keeping my erection contained.

As she slides down my zipper, her needy eyes lift to mine. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

She has no idea how much I needed to hear that. Four little words and my entire world is righted again. I've been a bit lost without her the past six months—more than I care to admit. But I’m better now. Better than I was yesterday, but not as good as I’ll be tomorrow, because she makes everything better.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.”

Lola yanks back, her hand frozen halfway into my boxers.

“What?” I’m confused as to why her demeanor shifted so quickly. She’s gone from looking like she’s about to suck my dick until I’m exhausted of cum to biting off my cock so it can never be used again.

“Don’t call me baby. I’m not a baby, so why call me one?”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason I fell for her so fast. She’s so fucking strong, she can knock a guy my size onto his ass with nothing but words.

I rock my hips upward three times to ease the wrinkle between her brow. “Sorry..." I drag my lips down her cheek and along her jaw before coming to a stop at her ear. "I’ve missed you too, Cock Tease.”

Her hand finalizes its descent into my pants as she murmurs, “Don’t ever forget it.”

She slides her thumb over the crest of my cock, gathering the drop of moisture there before swiveling it around my head like her tongue usually does. I pretend the heated breaths hitting my neck as she works my shaft are the pants she makes when my dick is inside her. It’s not hard considering her pumps are at the same frantic speed we go when fucking.

She lowers her hand to the base before returning it to the tip in fast, quick strokes. While she milks me, I free her gorgeous tits from the buttoned-up Pete's shirt she's wearing. I'm dying to see them again. It's been six months since I've seen a pair as perfect as hers.

Just as I get her last button undone, our hot and heavy make-out session is interrupted by someone tapping on the foggy glass of Lola’s Jeep. When a security officer shines his flashlight through the condensation no amount of excuses will cover, Lola pulls her hand out of my boxers then plops back into her seat with a giggle.

“Here we go again.”

Since the tap came from my side of the car, I manually roll down my window. I don't slide it down far — only an inch. I'd rather be arrested again than let a wannabe cop see Lola's tits.

A pair of worldly eyes peer at me through the crack. “Move along.” He taps his baton on Lola’s door. “If you’re not gone in five minutes, I’ll call the cops.”

Stealing my chance to reply that we’ve been there, done that, he saunters back to his security golf cart parked one spot up. His swagger is cockier than his attitude.

As I roll back up the window, Lola’s giggle echoes around the interior of her car. “Move along.”

I grin at her impersonation of the security guard’s accent. My smile doesn’t linger for long. She’s doing up the buttons I just finished unbuttoning.

“He has no clue how lucky he is to have survived forty-five seconds in your presence.”

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