Page 28 of Hellbent
TRAILING JAKE UP the stairs, my hand in his, I feel drugged—giddy and high.
The last time I felt like this was years ago when Billy and I were new. My body humming, my pulse thrumming, my mind spinning with nothing but him.
I didn’t anticipate feeling this kind of hunger again. At least not any time soon. But the prospect of being close to Jake again has my skin tingling.
Upstairs, he pulls open a closet I hadn’t checked earlier, revealing a washer and dryer. He grabs two fresh towels from the dryer, then flashes me that irresistible, lopsided grin.
“Fuck, you don’t know how bad I wanted to get back to you today,” he says, shutting the bathroom door behind us.
Heat licks through me. “Yeah?”
His gaze darkens. “Missed you.”
His hand skims up my neck, fingers threading into my hair. He tilts my head just so—
And then he kisses me.
Deep. Consuming. Just as hungry as I feel.
I melt into it, dizzy from the smell of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the way he pulls me in like he can’t get close enough.
“I really did miss you,” he whispers against my lips. “Is that weird?”
“God, no.” I laugh softly, breathless.
“Good.”
Still smiling, he pulls back and slides the shower curtain open, turning on the water. He tests the temperature with his palm, then reaches for the button on his jeans.
“C’mon.” He tugs them down, revealing golden, muscular legs, and tilts his chin at me. “Let’s get you undressed.”
He trails his fingers up my sides, lifting my shirt, unhooking my bra with practiced ease.
“Should we be doing this?” I ask breathlessly as he unzips my jeans. “Here?”
“Yes.” He pushes them down over my hips, voice firm.
“But what about the others?”
Jake cups my jaw, kissing me slow and deep before pulling back just enough to say, “I don’t care about the others.”
It’s an order. And I obey.
I climb into the shower, shivering with pleasure as the warm water rushes over my skin. When Jake steps in behind me, he stops. Just…looks at me, like a man having a religious experience.
“Good God, woman,” he murmurs, hands spanning my hips before he turns me around and pulls me back against him.
The rough scrape of his stubble teases the sensitive skin of my neck. His cock, thick and hot, presses between my legs. “I need to fuck you,” he groans. Helpless. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about you.”
“Yes,” I whisper back, breathless. Yes, of course.Now.
I wonder if the others will know what we’re doing.
I picture Damian and Ryder setting the table downstairs, their minds full of images of me getting fucked right here, in the shower with Jake—getting turned on—and my body clenches, the pulse inside of me throbbing.
Jake slides his hands over my stomach, lower, and lines himself up.
I think of Damian, of his rough exhale in the dark last night, the way he came watching us, and I moan as Jake pushes into me, loud and helpless.
