Page 61 of Burn It Down

Whitney squeezes my forearm and when I look at her this time, I see no scheming, no suspicion like I thought I’d imagined earlier, and no desire. She just looks sincere and mildly uncomfortable when she says, “That’s really sweet. But make sure you don’t overlook opportunities that could be better for you in the long run just because you can’t let go of the past.”

Her advice catches me totally off guard, leaving me without a response, so I just nod.

After dinner, I grab everyone’s plates and head for the kitchen, eager to keep my hands busy. Jake kisses Cora on the cheek and slides his chair back to follow me.

“How about I pour you ladies another glass of wine and Dylan and I will clean up?”

Cora smiles. “That sounds wonderful, Jacob. Thank you.”

He sends the girls to the living room with full glasses and then comes to stand behind me.

Directly behind me.

Pressing into me, I feel his cock twitch against my ass.

“I just need to grab a new dishtowel.” He says it at a normal volume so the girls can hear, but then he quickly drops his voice and whispers, “Are you trying to kill me? Or did you think I wouldn’t notice the way these pants hug your ass?” Instantly, his hands are on me, moving from my ass up my back around to my chest, under my baggy shirt. “And this sweater?Fuck you,” he whispers, his lips hitting the shell of my ear as he talks. “All it’s doing is driving me crazy because itisn’thugging your lines and I’m fucking dying because I know what it’s hiding and it’s making me think about it even more.”

I drop my head as my smile widens.

“Do these go in the dishwasher?” I ask aloud, playing along.Spoiler Alert: I’m not holding anything.Lowering my voice I add, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“I’m not the one wearing pants that put my ass and dick on a display fit for a museum.”

I spin around, leaning my back against the counter so our cocks are now pressed against each other. “Would you like me to change?” Just to mess with him, I reach for the button on my pants.

“Hell yes, but not righthere!” he says vehemently, making me laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Cora calls from the living room.

Jake’s eyes go wide as he takes a step back. “Dylan’s just telling me about a rowdy customer.” His eyes are full of light as he tries not to smile. “Behave.”

I lean in and trail my tongue up his neck, needing a taste. He starts to groan and I clamp my hand over his mouth, whispering in his ear, “You first.”

Chapter 17

Jake

Dinner damn near killed me. I could barely stay in my seat when Whitney started groping Dylan’s thigh. I knew she was bold, but stupidly, I hadn’t anticipated that move and the jealousy that flowed through me was palpable. It was a living thing begging to be released.

I probably shouldn’t have been so sharp with her, but the need to make her stop overwhelmed my rational brain.

When Cora suggested we invite Dylan to dinner, she didn’t mention Whitney was coming too until she showed up. Cora knows I hate being involved in any kind of match-making and I know she can’t rest until everyone’s happily paired up. Having a single best friend kills Cora, but if she has a mind to set Dylan and Whitney up, she’s going to be sorely disappointed.

“Are you guys up for a movie?” Cora calls from the living room. “I don’t have it in me to play a game or anything, but falling asleep on the couch to a movie sounds nice.”

The voice that speaks in my head is irritated.If you want to sleep, go home. Or hell, go lay down in my bed, just please give me the time I crave with the man in front of me.

I feel like shit immediately. She doesn’t deserve that kind of attitude, especially considering I’m the one stepping out. Overand over I’ve thought to myself that I need to end this before it gets any more out of control. Only, I’m not sure whichthisI’m supposed to end. My choices feel impossible.

I soften my voice. “Yeah, sweetheart, put on whatever you want. We’ll be done in a few minutes.” The sound of Cora’s and Whitney’s chatter resumes and the low volume makes it sound heated. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but knowing they’re occupied for another minute or two has me rounding on Dylan, my hands flying to cup his face.

I’m completely at war with myself, half of me hating what this unchecked desire is making me do, and half of me reveling in the freedom of being myself. Honest words tumble from my lips. “I can’t stay away from you. Please don’t make me stop.”

I’m terrified he’s going to push me away and I hold my breath in preparation for the blow until he says, “How much do you want me?” He narrows his eyes and a furrow forms between his brows, making him almost look in pain.

“Sofucking much. I’m desperate.Please,” I rasp. “Let me get on my knees for you.”

I’m panting against his mouth and my kiss is growing wetter and louder by the second as our lips and tongues suck on each other hidden behind the small section of wall that cuts off the view to the living room. If we step out from this corner, the girls will be able to see us.

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