Page 88 of Pucking Around

“Hey!” comes Jake’s call from deeper in the house.

I step through the entryway and the floor plan opens into a huge great room—comfortable living room with a big sectional, the TV is on the sports channel; dining area framed in on two sides by floor-to-ceiling glass featuring a beautiful wooden table that has an almost driftwood vibe; and a massive kitchen that is like something out of master chef.

My gaze is immediately drawn to the double fridge because standing right in front of it is Jake. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants, his dark hair messy, like he just woke up from a nap. His muscles are like carved marble, a six-pack leading down to a cut “V” that has me eager to touch.

“There you are,” he calls. “Jeez, you said you were on the way like two hours ago. I was about to call in a search party and—hooolyshit—you two fucked.” He glances between us, his smile falling as his eyes narrow.

I go still.

“That’s why you’re so late, isn’t it? Yeah…I see it all over Cay’s guilty face and—oh, fuck me—he fucked you with his android cock, didn’t he?”

“Easy,” Caleb growls.

But Jake’s eyes go wide as he slips his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants that are leaving absolutelynothingto the imagination. “Well, how was it?”

I glance over my shoulder at Caleb. This is new territory for all of us. “Umm…do you really want to know details?”

“Of course, I wanna know,” Jake cries. “Oh god, it was amazing, wasn’t it?” He groans, rubbing his hand over his face. “It’s not fair. He’s got all the smarts, and that weird surfer vampire vibe,anda kinky ribbed cock. How’s a guy supposed to compete with a surfing, sun-kissed Edward Cullen?”

Now Caleb and I are both choking on our laughter, Poseidon dancing at our feet.

Jake’s petulance only fuels my giddiness. “You think this is funny, Seattle? You think you’re gonna cast me aside for Caleb and his weird Klingon cock?”

I have tears in my eyes as I prop my hands on my hips. “Well, what are you gonna do about it, handsome?”

With a feral growl, he lunges forward, grabbing me around the middle and swinging me up over his shoulder. I’m caught totally by surprise, my tender hips screaming in pain, as he takes off with me towards the stairs, giving my ass a swat for good measure.

“Jake—put me down—”

“Not a chance,” he replies, hurrying for the stairs as Poseidon chases after us. “Cay, take the pizza out of the oven!” he calls over his shoulder.

“Sweet, thanks for warming it up for me!”

“Eat it and you’re dead, asshole!” Jake barks back. He hurries us up the stairs, every bounce of the steps murder on my hips.

“Nice place,” I pant, my hands pressed against his back.

“I’ll give you a tour later,” he replies, taking me straight down the hall to what I can only assume is his room. He slips me off his shoulder and leaves me swaying on my feet. “Out, Sy!”

Poseidon skitters away back down the hall and Jake slams the door.

I do a quick turn, taking it all in. The only light comes from the bedside lamp. It’s a beautiful room done in a style to match the rest of the house—masculine, warm woods and cool metals. His bed looks mussed, like he really was napping this afternoon. His sheets are bright white, in sharp contrast to the soft grey of his comforter.

He steps in behind me, wrapping me in his arms, his face dropping to the crook of my neck to breathe me in. “I missed you,” he murmurs against my skin.

I shiver in his hold as his lips tease my pulse point. “You saw me a few hours ago.” My hands curl around his forearms.

“It’s not the same,” he replies, cupping my breasts as he flips to the other side, giving my neck more soft kisses. “I’ve missed you so much, baby. For weeks. Months. Needed you. God, it feels so right to have you here with me.”

I lean against him, closing my eyes, and let myself feel everything. His aura is everywhere in this room, his scent; that soft, woodsy smell that acts like my pussynip. I want to bottle it. If he’s got body wash, I’m stealing it. I want this scent lingering on my skin always.

“I need you,” he whispers. “But I don’t know how this works. With Cay, I—”

We both go still. Slowly, I turn in his arms. I place my hands flat on his bare chest and hold his gaze. “Ask me anything,” I say.

“How does this work? Is it like…dibs?”

I raise a brow. “Dibs?”

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