Page 19 of Hellbent
“Like hell I am,” Damian mutters, yanking the blanket up to his neck and rolling over. “I’m too tired for this shit. I’ll be out in two minutes. Just pretend I’m not here.”
Jake rolls his eyes and pats the space beside him. “C’mon. Plenty of room for two.”
I hesitate. This isn’t what I imagined.
Kissing in front of Damian is one thing, but I’d spent the whole car ride thinking about sex—which is quite another. Wrestling with the instinct Billy drilled into me, the one that said I belonged to him and only him. That no one else could touch me. I was gearing myself up, ready to unlearn that. And now…
I’m at a chaste-ass sleepover.
“ShouldI…sleep on the couch?” I ask, but Jake shakes his head.
“No,” he says softly. “I want you close. Don’t worry. We’ll just sleep.”
He lifts the blanket, his lopsided smile sending a slow, warm pull through my stomach, punctuated by the irresistible dimple in his cheek.
He’s wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. His chest is sculpted with muscle, the kind that comes from real strength. Defined pecs, hard lines down his abdomen, a faint trail of hair leading lower. The V at his hips draws the eye straight to where the fabric clings, tight and unmistakably full.
I hesitate for one more breath, and then I climb in.
Jake’s bed is heaven compared to my bed in the garage. It might be small, but the mattress is firm, the blankets are soft, and Jake’s arm draped over me settles a fluttering sense of insecurity I didn’t even realize was there.
I let out a slow breath, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest behind me. I could actually fall asleep like this easily.
Only a few feet away, Damian shifts. The lamp clicks off. Darkness cocoons us.
My thoughts drift, half-asleep, half-aware.
At first, it’s memory. A familiar warmth at my back, breath on my neck, an arm heavy over my waist. A ghost of the past.
But then Jake shifts, anchoring me here. Now.
I arch into him just slightly. His arm tightens around my waist, his breath a warm exhale against my skin. Then his lips—barely a brush—graze the back of my neck.
I suck in a breath, my body already responding.
His hand skims under the hem of the t-shirt, palm wide and warm over my bare stomach. He moves lower, fingers trailing over the swell of my hip, then down, cupping the bare curve of my ass with the heat of his hand. He moves, pressing closer, and I feel the unmistakable hardness of his arousal through the fabric of his boxer-briefs.
A slow, lazy grind. Testing.
Heat pulses between my legs. Maybe it’s not going to be a chaste sleepover, after all.
I reach back, fingers threading into his hair, and tilt my head back to kiss him.
His mouth is devouring, like he’s been starving for me. His tongue slides over mine, coaxing a whimper from me as his hand drifts lower, between my legs. His fingers part me, slow and teasing, stroking feather-light over my clit.
I have to bite back a moan.
Damian is right there. Feet away. And yet all I can feel is Jake—his breath, his fingers, the rhythm building between us. Desire grips me so fiercely it’s hard to think about anything else. He shifts, kissing down the side of my neck, and then his fingers are circling my clit in a perfect, soft rhythm. I inhale, parting my mouth to breathe, feeling my pussy swell to his touch, electricity going over my skin.
I don’t care who’s in this room, or where I am. There is only Jake’s mouth. His fingers.
“Christ,” Jake murmurs in my ear. “You’re so wet, baby.”
A shaky moan is all I can manage for a response. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched this way, pleasure all for myself.
He bends down and kisses me again, his tongue moving in rhythm with his fingers as they stroke my clit, building slowly with my arousal, like he can sense it. And when I’m right on the edge, verging on orgasm already, he pulls back just enough to push his boxers down and off, before positioning himself over me.
I let my knees fall open, raising my hips to feel the hard, hot length of his cock against my aching slit. He presses down, grinding into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of how much he wants me.
