Page 78 of Hardcore Vanilla
Jake frowned harder as Patrick laughed.
Reaching out, Patrick clapped a hand on his shoulder, still chuckling. “I think your kink-meter might be broken, or at least a little skewed. Neither you or Sharon are hardcore kink players, and I don’t think you’ll ever be, but you’re definitely not fully vanilla either.”
So, they were…What? Hardcore vanilla?Jake snorted at the oxymoron. Sharon would like that.
He watched her crossing the room, her face lighting up as she caught his gaze.
Truthfully, did it really matter what they called themselves?
It didn’t to him.
“What are you all talking about that’s got everyone looking so serious?” Sharon asked as she sidled up to Jake.
“Whether or not I’m a Dom,” he told her, curving his arm around her waist and pulling her into his side.
Sharon shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“Not to me,” he said firmly, a smile growing on his face. He leaned down to kiss her, drawing ‘ooh’s from their watching friends.
This wasn’t a position Jake would have ever predicted he’d be in – and Sharon definitely wasn’t the woman he’d ever seen himself with – but he couldn’t deny how completely right it felt. How happy he felt. Yeah, there were probably going to be arguments in the future, plenty of ridiculous antics for him to tolerate, and her crazy family to deal with, but Jake felt like he was right where he was supposed to be.
The kiss broke apart and Sharon smiled up at him, her dark eyes filled with warmth, all of her focus on him despite their audience. “I really like you.”
Considering how long they’d gonenotliking each other, that meant a lot to him.
“I really like you too, princess.”
He supposed if she was the princess, that made him the prince. Crazy enough, even though he had a feeling she was going to drive him nuts, he was pretty sure this was his happily-ever-after.
Epilogue
St. Patrick’s Day – Adam & Angel’s House
The plug in Sharon’s butt was super distracting. It wasn’t that it was huge or anything – although it wasn’t small either – it was just that she couldn’t stop thinking about when Jake was going to drag her off and finally do the deed. The sadistic jerk was playing with her, making her wear it for a purpose and then making her wait.
They’d been at Adam and Angel’s for over an hour and he still showed no sign of getting all Captain Caveman, even though he kept teasing her with small touches and the occasional ass grab.
“Why are you glaring at Jake?” Ellie whispered as she sidled up to Sharon, a red solo cup full of green beer in her hand. She looked adorable with her long dark hair pulled into a pony-tail and tied with a green ribbon, her green sweater dress hugging her petite curves. Both she and Sharon were short and curvy with dark hair, but Ellie had porcelain pale skin and slightly lighter brown eyes.
“You know you’re going to be peeing green for days, right?” Sharon asked, giving the drink a significant look. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, Sharon had gone for the whiskey rather than turn her toilet bowl green.
“Really?” Ellie looked down at her drink, tilting her head to the side as she examined it. “Huh. I guess that makes sense. Doesn’t answer why you’re glaring at Jake though.”
Sharon sighed. “Because he’s torturing me.”
“Are you two planning on disappearing for a bit?” There was no surprise, only amusement, in Ellie’s voice. Sharon and Jake were getting a bit of a reputation for disappearing during large gatherings, and then reappearing half an hour later with their hair mussed and clothing slightly misaligned. It wasn’t that they didn’t have sex at home, by themselves, but it was just fun to do it everywhere else, too. Especially if they might get caught.
“Yes, and he’s making me wait,” Sharon said with a little growl. It was even more frustrating because her underwear really only helped a little with keeping it in place, which meant she was constantly clenching around the thing to make sure it wasn’t going to fall out.
“Aww, is your honey pot overflowing?” Ellie’s voice was full of false sympathy.
“More like my banana basket is empty,” Sharon retorted.
Lately she and Ellie had gotten in the habit of trying to outdo each other with ridiculous names for their vaginas. It had all started when Ellie had admitted she hated the word ‘vagina’ and was wondering what everyone else called it. Of course, Sharon had had the best names, but then Ellie started coming up with fun ones too. Now it was a game.
Whoever laughed first, lost.
“Your hot pocket needs its filling.”
