Page 66 of Anything For This Love

On top of that, Arthur’s campaigning is becoming more and more rigorous as the final few candidates battle it out. I know Jacob is stressed over it and I’m worried for him. He wasn’t too keen on his father running, but now that he’s committed to it and doing well, he wants nothing more than to see his father succeed. I want the same thing. After Arthur and my grandmother spoke at Chloe’s birthday party, it’s clear he would be good for this country.

My reprieve comes Thursday evening when Jacob rolls into town and whisks Chloe and me away to our little rustic paradise. The familiar cabin has become our home away from home. It’s the perfect size for the three of us, just two bedrooms with one large bath, a full kitchen, and a family room. During the colder months, Jacob would light a fire in the fireplace to keep us warm while we reacquainted ourselves. Now that spring is officially around the corner, we’re running out of nights chilly enough to need it.

Chloe falls asleep in Jacob’s car on the way over. He carries her into her room and tucks her into bed before finding me in the bathroom, stripping in front of the tub as it fills with steaming hot water.

“I like this kind of greeting,” he declares, stepping closer to me. His arms slip around my waist, pulling my bare back to his chest. “Allow me,” he whispers in my ear, sliding his hand to the button on my jeans. He pops it open with a flick of his finger then slides his hands inside my panties.

I moan as his middle finger parts me. Desire coils tightly in my lower belly, heat flooding between my legs.

“Do you like that?” He dips inside and pulls his finger out to rub the moisture over my clit.

“Yes.” The word leaves my mouth on a sigh. “More,” I demand quietly.

He spins me in his arms and crashes his lips down on mine, swallowing my surprised shriek. His hands shove at my jeans, pushing them down my legs along with my panties.

“Get in,” he growls as soon as I’m bare, then reaches behind him to lock the bathroom door

I step into the water and sink down into its relaxing warmth. It does little to keep me calm, my heart fluttering as anticipation courses through my veins. I nearly bounce with excitement, wondering what will come next. No matter what, I know it will involve mind-blowing pleasure.

I watch, enraptured as Jacob undresses, his hard cock bobbing when it’s freed from its confines. He strokes it a couple times when he catches me watching and my face flames. As many times as I’ve seen him naked, he’s never pleasured himself so boldly in front of me. I press my thighs together in an attempt to soothe the ache. My core throbs with need as I watch him sink into the water.

He immediately pulls me into his arms and I land in his lap, my knees straddling his hips. His hands frame my face, pulling me down until our lips meet, and he slips his tongue into my mouth. I groan into his kiss as his erection nudges against my heated flesh. Flexing my hips, I rub against him desperately, seeking release. Water sloshes around us, the tub nearly full at this point. Jacob reaches around me to turn off the water and when he does, the tip of him slips inside me. I seize the moment and sink down onto him, taking him to the hilt.

“Ah, fuck,” he groans, letting his head fall back. His hands clamp down on my thighs as I let my body adjust to his delicious invasion. “Abby…” he begins, stopping as I raise up and slide back down his length. His eyes finally open and he stares into mine, searching. “Are you okay with this? With not using anything?”

We’ve gotten carried away a few times and forgot protection, but I appreciate that he respects me enough to ask. I nod. “I’ve been on this birth control for months. It’s stronger than what I used before. And… and I’m tired of using condoms. I want to feel every part of you. I don't want anything between us anymore.”

His hot, urgent kiss punctuates my declaration, liquid fire searing through my veins. I lift up and bring my pelvis down on his over and over, climbing closer to completion. His thumb finds my clit and rubs it furiously, his other hand still anchoring me to him, his fingers biting into my hip. The combination sets me off like a rocket and I cry out, throwing my head back as my body quakes, my inner muscles clamping down on him.

I slow my movements, giving myself a moment to catch my breath. “I love the sound you make when you come,” Jacob says against my ear. “I can’t wait to make you do it again.”

I realize then that he’s still rock hard inside me. He’s not finished yet, and that thought makes me giddy.

“I brought that blindfold with me,” he teases. “It’s in the bedroom.”

“Time to get out,” I announce and slide out of his lap. He chuckles and follows me out of the tub, both of us grabbing a towel and drying off halfheartedly.

“Where is it?” I demand, standing next to our bed.

The corners of his mouth tip up in a wicked grin. “Lie down on the bed and close your eyes.”

I eagerly comply, scooting to the middle of the mattress and sprawling out flat on my back.

“On your stomach,” he commands and my belly dips. “Bring your head this way,” he instructs, pointing to the spot directly in front of him on the side of the bed as he reaches into the nightstand. I suspect I know what his intentions are, and it causes my body to flood with heat, the slickness between my legs doubling.

He pulls the dark silk from the drawer and stretches it out between his hands, gently laying it across my eyes. Once it’s tied behind my head, I reach for him, my hand landing on his muscular thigh. I slide it up and over until I feel him, the hot, silken length straining toward me. He sucks in a breath when I wrap my fingers around the base and start to stoke. I pump him several times before I part my lips and take him into my mouth. He lets out a low curse as I work him over, my hands and mouth moving in unison.

His hands fist into my hair, holding it out of my face as I bring him closer to his climax. “I need to be inside you.” His voice is strained and pleading, and I find myself agreeing with him. I release him, giving his crown one last swipe of my tongue. “Don’t move.”

I remain on my stomach and listen, my hearing more attuned from the loss of sight, as he skirts the end of the bed and stops directly behind me.

“Spread your legs.”

I slowly slide them apart and he mumbles another low curse. Deft fingers trail up the backs of my legs, cupping and squeezing when they land on my ass. His soft lips graze the small of my back and trail scorching hot kisses all the way to my neck. When he enters me from behind, the sensation has me arching against him, begging for more. He flexes his hips, thrusting expertly into me. My orgasm builds as he pumps into me over and over. Nothing can be heard aside from the slapping of skin and euphoric moans. As I grow closer, I feel him thicken inside me. As my release crests, my muscles milking him with powerful contractions, he spills his hot seed inside me before collapsing onto the bed. He pulls me into his chest, enfolding me in his warm embrace.

I feel cherished, wrapped in his arms. The security of his love and protection lulls me into a peaceful sleep.

Unfortunately,I have to go into work for some mandatory training at noon the next day. Jacob and I prepare a breakfast fit for a king and spend the morning snuggled up on the couch, watching Chloe play. The morning is still chilly but it’s supposed to warm up in the afternoon, so Jacob makes plans to take her to the park while I’m gone.

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