Page 41 of Anything For This Love

“That was supposed to be for you,” I tease.

“Give me something else.” Her naughty demand has my body stirring to life again.

“Your wish is my command.” I slide my hands up the outsides of her thighs and she instinctively lifts her hips when I reach the waistband of her pants. I slowly pull them down her legs and toss them over my shoulder, not giving a damn where they land. My lips find her hip bone and feather kisses across her lower abdomen until they land on the opposite side. Only then do I slip my fingers beneath the pale pink cotton and pull it down her legs. I return my mouth to her, landing my kiss on the inside of her knee and working my way up. The breath wooshes out of her when I finally brush against her mound.

Sliding a finger down her center, I probe her opening, slipping easily inside. “Did sucking me off make you wet?”

“Uhn,” she groans, lifting her hips. Her body clenches around me, my salacious question making her even hungrier. “Jacob,” she breathes, undulating and chasing my retreating finger. I slip a second one inside as I curl them forward and suck her clit into my mouth. She cries out, instantly slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. I fight the urge to grin, instead circling my tongue in a tortuous fashion all around her sensitive nub.

She bucks and thrashes, her head thrown back when I finally zero in and flick my tongue on her hot little button, over and over again until she detonates. Pleasuring her awakens my body once more, so after pressing a kiss to her parted lips, I retrieve a condom from my pocket and slip it on.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” she sighs, a sated smile curling her lips.

I settle between her legs and stroke the solid ridge of my arousal against her slick heat. Entwining my fingers with hers, I pin her hands above her head and plunge inside her tight body. Her eyes flutter closed and her head falls back, exposing her neck. I lean down and suck on the sensitive skin, just light enough not to leave a mark.

I release her hands and slide one of mine beneath her ass, pressing her into me to thrust deeper. “You feel so fucking good.” Dropping my forehead to hers, I close my eyes, reveling in the pleasure her body brings. Soon she crashes over the edge, pressing her mouth to my shoulder as she cries out. I pull out, flip her onto her stomach, and pull her hips back until her ass is in the air and her face is in the pillow. She looks at me over her shoulder, a pleased gleam in her eye as she arches her back, asking for more.

“Greedy girl,” I tease with a smirk. She bites her lip and nods a silent agreement and I chuckle. The sound dies on my lips as I slip back inside her. I pull out and slam back in and she moans, so I do it again until she’s coming, her contractions spurring on my release.

We collapse on the bed next to each other in a boneless pile of satisfaction. Bodies tangled together, we lie there for several minutes letting our breathing and pulse rates return to normal. I lean in to kiss her just as a low thump sounds from across the hall. My eyes snap open and I look at Abby with concern.

“Looks like Chloe’s done napping,” she affirms, rising from the bed. She quickly pulls her clothes back on as the sound of little running feet echo down the hall. “Oh, shit. I gotta get to her before she gets to the cookies. If she thinks no one is looking, she’ll get into the pantry and eat the whole box.”

I attempt to disguise my amusement with a cough but fail miserably. She shoots me a scathing look as if to say, “Just you wait.” I hop up and put my clothes back on, tucking the used rubber into a tissue before going to the bathroom to dispose of it. Seconds after entering the kitchen, the front door opens and Abby’s grandmother walks in, followed by a woman I can only guess is Abby’s mom.

Abby freezes, her eyes going wide like she’s been caught doing something wrong. Guilt is written all over her face. I step in front of her, taking the cookies she confiscated from Chloe out of her hands.

“Relax,” I whisper, placing the box back in the pantry and shutting the door. “They have no way of knowingwhat we just did.” Her shoulders relax a bit, but her cheeks are flushed. She’s so open and sensual when it’s just the two of us, but blushes if she thinks someone else is going to know she has sex. She’s a conundrum.

The two ladies remove their coats, hanging them on the rack by the door. Chloe finally registers my presence and calls out, “Daddy!” before running into my legs. I pick her up and kiss her head, snuggling her close to me. Raven glances at me with a curious tilt to her head as Ama closes the distance between us.

“Jacob, it’s so good to see you.” She pats my cheek before stepping aside and putting a hand on her daughter’s arm. “This is my daughter and Abby’s mother, Raven.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” she responds politely. Her eyes are wary and guarded, offering neither warmth nor disdain. She appears indifferent, as though she has yet to collect enough evidence to judge me fairly. Though it’s not what I expected, it’s an admirable trait. “So, tell me about yourself. Abby has been rather tightlipped about you.”

Chloe squirms, trying to break free of my hold, so I place her back on the floor and watch as she locates her snack bin full of goodies that are better for her than cookies.

I give her the basics. “I grew up near Arlington, Virginia. I’m an engineer, and I met Abby during summer break a couple years ago.”

“And your parents?”

“My father is a senator and my mother is a college professor, although she doesn’t do a lot of teaching these days.”

“Any siblings?”

I feel Abby stiffen at my side and I rest my hand reassuringly on her back. She’s thinking of Peyton, and I’m sure she’s afraid this conversation will bring back painful memories.

“I have a younger brother. He plays college football and mopes around with his phone permanently attached to his hand.”

The corner of her mouth twitches before curling into a smile.Jackpot. “How long have you worked as an engineer?”

“Mom…” Abby chides, tired of her questioning.

“What?” Raven asks innocently. “I’m trying to get to know your boyfriend.Youcertainly haven't told me much about him.” She pauses thoughtfully before adding, “Although, I’m quite confident he’s heard plenty about me.” Abby winces, guilt written all over her face. I’ve heard more about Abby’s mother than she’s probably comfortable with me knowing. “Perhaps we’ll have time to chat later. I’m going to take a nap before my shift.” She brushes past us without another word, heading for Ama’s bedroom.

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