Page 78 of Finding Jacob
I sat in silence, wide-eyed, and with a gaping mouth. “You think she meant to kill me?”
“The police think someone meant to kill you. There was enough heroin left in that syringe to do some real damage to someone. Maybe they panicked, decided they weren’t going to get to you so opted to poison something instead.”
“Oh, come on, Nathan,” I said, surprised the usually straightforward and rational thinking man was even contemplating this. “Just because I thought Jules was murdered is no reason to hatch a plan like that.... Is it?”
“Listen, I can’t be sure of anything right now. Other than someone meant harm to you, that’s without doubt. Hannah’s name is swirling around my gut. I just know she is involved somehow.”
Nathan had never been let down by his gut instinct, so he’d told me. I had no choice but to believe him.
“What do I do now?” I asked, my voice getting smaller as the realisation hit.
“Stay here,” Nathan replied.
I sighed. I didn’t want to be a prisoner, but I certainly didn’t want to be a target and easy to get to, either. I had no choice but to trust Nathan and Jacob when they told me they would get to the bottom of it, and they would protect me at all costs.
I left them to their glass of whisky and headed up to bed. I was tired, exhausted even. Not just from disturbed sleep but all the thoughts and fears running through my head. I wanted sleep simply so I could switch them off.
It was gone midnight when Jacob finally joined me. I had been asleep but felt the bed dip as he climbed in beside me. It was a warm night and I’d kicked the duvet off, just leaving a cotton sheet covering my naked body. He curled in behind me, pulling my thigh so my leg was between his. I lifted my head as his arm snaked under my neck and his hand came to rest on my breast.
I smiled as his fingers trailed a path to my clitoris.
“Mmm,” I murmured. “I like that.”
He kissed my shoulder and teased me some more. “You can have this whenever you want now,” he said, chuckling.
I pushed my leg farther between his, opening myself to him. It felt totally indulgent just to lay there and take his attention. I moaned as he moved his kisses to the back of my neck. His fingers worked their magic, and I could soon feel an orgasm building. My skin tingled, more so when he started to grind his erect cock against my backside. The friction of his skin on mine created goosebumps and heat.
I gripped his hand, forcing his fingers inside me and teasing myself at the same time. He chuckled at my impatience. I curled my fingers in the sheet, bunching it towards me and moaned out his name.
“You want more, baby?” he whispered, and I nodded.
Jacob pulled his hand away and slid his arm out. He rolled to his back, and I turned to face him.
“Ride me,” he demanded.
I straddled him and held myself just out of reach.
“Are you teasing me?” he asked, and I chuckled. “Because if you weren’t pregnant, I’d throw you to your back and fuck you so hard.”
“That sounds nice,” I said, lowering myself. I guided his cock inside and stilled.
Jacob grabbed my hips and thrust upwards. He wasn’t up for waiting. I rode him hard, meeting his thrusts with my own. I clawed at his chest as I let the orgasm rush over me. I could feel the sweat bead on my upper lip. My heart rate increased and I panted for breath.
Jacob’s brow was furrowed, he bit down on his lower lip and had his eyes closed. He looked edible and totally in the moment. As I came, so did he. He parted his lips and drew in a deep breath; his exhaled breath carried my name. When he opened his eyes, they blazed with desire for me. I leaned down to kiss him, tasting the tang of blood from his bitten lip.
“I love you so much,” he whispered when we parted. “It hurts sometimes.”
I swallowed back the emotion that bubbled in my chest. “I feel the same.”
I couldn’t articulate how Jacob made me feel, only that I’d never felt that way before. I slid to the side of him, keeping my arm across his chest and feeling his heart beating. As it slowed, he closed his eyes. I kissed his shoulder and closed my eyes as well. I couldn’t imagine not sleeping beside him anymore. I couldn’t envision my life without him. He completed me. I felt safe and content, despite knowing someone out there meant me harm. But it wasn’t my attacker who filled my dreams, it was Jacob and his body.
That night, I had my first erotic dream. It was filled with a naked Jacob and all the things I wanted him to do to me. Whether any of that would happen in real life, I wasn’t sure, but I did wake slightly during the night, wet and hot and wanting him again. He obliged, of course. As he’d said, I could have what I wanted from him, and I wanted his body.
I woke alone and stretched. My body ached and for a fleeting moment I worried about my baby. Jacob and I had made love numerous times throughout the night. We’d slept, then woke each other up with kisses or teasing. I smiled at the memory. Laughed as I remembered trying to sleep and avoid wet patches on the bed linen. I’d have to strip the bed myself; I wasn’t going to let Sadie clean up after us.
I walked to the shower and stood under the warm jets. I placed my hands on my stomach and felt my baby move. She was going to be so loved, so cherished, I was sure. And I didn’t want her to be an only child. I laughed, remembering at some point during the night I told Jacob I wanted another child. He advised that we’d get this one born first then immediately try for another. He would enjoy all the practicing, he’d said.
Once dressed I stripped the bed and bundled the sheets in a pile. I hadn’t noticed a laundry room on my previous tour of the house. I grabbed the sheets and made my way down. I could hear Jacob chatting in the kitchen and when I entered an elderly woman rushed forwards.
