Page 41 of Jacob

It wasn’t how he’d wanted to fuck Sparrow for the first time. In all the times he’d imagined their first time, Jacob never pictured it be in a parking lot of a bar on the hood of a car. He wasn’t the most romantic of guys, but he’d always thought he’d do better for her.

He’d always thought it would’ve been after a ride on his bike. Hell, maybe evenonhis bike. Once, he’d jerked off to the idea of them fucking on a blanket after one of those moonlit picnic things—real romantic movie shit.

Not one time, never, had he thought he’d drop his pants and just fuck her to make a point. Not that he was disappointed. Quite the contrary. However, it didn’t change the fact that their first time together lacked any sort of sentimentality. She deserved better.

To top it off, the condom broke at some point. Instead of stopping, he’d lost his damn mind. If he were a better man, he would’ve stopped, but he couldn’t. So, he did the next best thing, he pulled out.

Chest heaving, he watched her while she too tried to catch her breath. His gaze dragged down her gorgeous body to her swollen pussy, glistening with her orgasm. He couldn’t help but grin.Oh well. Fuck romance. This worked. He wasn’t complaining, and it didn’t look like she was either.

“You all right?” he asked between gasps, still watching her intently. She’d been a flight risk before, he doubted sex made her any less likely to ghost him.

She nodded, running her tongue over her bottom lip. “You?”

He chuckled, bending down to pull up his boxer briefs and jeans. Seeing purple satin, he swiped her panties from her shorts, leaving the jeans on the pavement.

“Um, I need those,” she pointed.

While doing his belt with one hand he held the low rise panties up. “These? Nah.” He shook his head with a grin and stuffed them in his pocket.

“Heeey!” she squawked, jumping down from the sedan he’d perched her on. “Give them back,” she insisted.

Twisting, he held his arm out, keeping her panties out of her reach. Ducking his head, to account for their height difference, he gripped the back of hers with his free hand and brought her in for a soft kiss. The type of kiss he should have started with in the first place. One where he got to savor her. His tongue danced with, rather than chased hers. Slow and sweet, his mouth covered hers, showing his deep emotions for her.

This is what she deserved. She was the type of woman who should be appreciated, pampered, and cherished. She shouldn’t be ravaged and fucked in a parking lot. She deserved candy bouquets and serenades.

She didn’t stop him. Instead, she paused her movements, opting to rest her hand on his forearm as she kissed him back. She matched his pace and tempo. Taking her time, she slid her tongue over his, teasing his lips.Fuck, she was perfect.

God, she tasted good. The sweet blue raspberry flavor of a lollipop she must have had earlier graced his tongue along with the distinct flavor of alcohol. He’d watched her behind the bar, throwing back shot after shot while mixing drinks.

When their kiss ended, he took a moment to drink in her features—the smattering of freckles on her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, her green eyes, and her crooked smile. His fingers tangled in the curls of her wild hair and he couldn’t help but give it a tug, which made her smile grow and his own do the same before he released her to zip his fly. “You gotta go back in?” he asked.

The shift in her features had him regretting the question immediately. It felt as though he’d popped some imaginary bubble around them when her smile fell. She glanced over her shoulder before she crouched to retrieve the tiny jean cut-offs from the ground. As she stood, she stepped into them, tugged them up sans panties.

Her tongue slid over her bottom lip as her arms wrapped around her. The far off look in his eye gave him the distinct impression she had buyer’s remorse. He couldn’t have that.

Invading her personal space, he wrapped her in his arms, intentionally using his size and presence to consume her senses. “If you don’t, I have some ideas.” He waggled his brows and went in for another kiss.

Once again, her hands found his chest, and she pushed him back, though this time she had a playful smile on her face. With the minimal distance between them, she growled at him. “I want them back,” she demanded, pointing a finger at him. And if that wasn’t the cutest sight he’d ever seen.

Though not completely out of the woods for sure, he felt a tinge of relief that he hadn’t completely lost her to whatever had just flashed through her mind. He needed to keep her at the moment, at this moment with him. Things felt right when they were at this moment.

“How does it feel to want?” he retorted with a slick grin that had less to do with his joke and more to do with how easily they had just slipped into a comfortable banter, like years of separation and non-communication hadn’t happened. She had a way about her that gelled with him. No one could convince him to smile the way she did.

He’d wanted her since he was shooting loads into a tube sock. He’d only hoped that their quick tryst had triggered a want for him that matched his own for her. Though, he wasn’t sure women worked like that, good ones anyway. Sure, club whores did, but Sparrow wasn’t a club whore. She’d proven that to him at every turn.

“I don’t remember you being this big of a dick,” she barked, trying one more time for the panties.

Laughing, he yet again denied her the purple satin he had no intention of returning. No matter how juvenile it might be, these were his to keep. He wanted to remember their first time. His mom had ticket stubs from movies his father took her to and dried pressed flowers he’d given her. Jacob wanted to keep Sparrow’s panties.

“So you think I have a big dick?” Jacob couldn’t help himself and made the juvenile joke, laughing while doing so. “I think it’s a sign of my newfound maturity,” he suggested as he stuffed her underwear into his back pocket smugly.

She folded her arms over her chest, popped out her hip, and glared at him. The sight of her with an attitude had him biting his lip and reaching down to adjust himself. Fuck if she wasn’t the hottest woman he had ever seen.

The rumble of a Harley motor in the distance wouldn’t have drawn his attention, normally. However, when everything about Sparrow tightened—he noticed. Her gaze shifted from him to the entrance of the lot. Her smile evaporated and she stepped away from the car.

“What?” he asked, following her.

“I have to go inside.”

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