Page 113 of The Moon Also Rises
Maybe I should have pushed him harder to make love last night, but I actually found it just as satisfying and intimate falling asleep together, dazed and exhausted from an enjoyable evening with good company. There was something meaningful in us choosing sleep over sex in that moment.
But now, I’m hungry for him.
After quickly checking the time – 8:40 – I get out of bed and reach for my trousers. I’m about to pull them on when I see a red tartan dressing gown hanging on the back of Jake’s door. Feeling a little bold, I slide it on and tie it around my waist. I bring the material up to my nose to inhale Jake’s scent before I walk out.
As I make my way to the end of the corridor, to Jake’s kitchen and living area, I walk past the guest room and hear a noise that at first sounds strange and almost worrying, but half a second later it’s very clear what it is and I am not at all worried. Smiling a little to myself, I move away from the creaking bed and muffled moans.
I find Jake busy at the hob, also wrapped up in a robe, but this one is light blue cotton, and I quickly smell the French toast he’s making.
“You’re unstoppable,” I say.
“Unstoppable, maybe, but not unflappable. Shit! Pass me that spatula, this one’s got a burnt bottom already!”
I hand over the utensil and Jake quickly gets to work flipping the bread.
“That will teach me to try being a good little hostess with breakfast ready on the table before everyone wakes up.”
I yawn and stretch, before coming closer to Jake at the hob and nuzzling my lips in the crook of his neck.
“What are you doing wearing my robe?”
“Making it look good,” I quip.
Jake tuts but pushes back against where my mouth kisses his neck.
“I don’t know why you’re doing this. I would have made everyone breakfast.” I keep my chin on his shoulder and come to stand behind him.
“I… I couldn’t sleep,” he says and I feel his shoulders fall.
“Any particular reason?”
“Yes and no,” he says. “But we’ll talk later, okay? Maybe after Jenna and Marty have gone out. That is… if you don’t have plans.”
“Those are my plans,” I say, although my stomach falls when I now realise what conversation is imminent. Will I feel more ready to have it in a few hours? Only time will tell.
“Good.” Jake rests his cheek momentarily against mine. “Now make yourself useful and make some coffee. Oh, and can you put on some music, preferably nothing recorded by men with mullets and women in flares.”
“I can do that,” I say but let my hands slide further around Jake’s front and into the opening of his robe. “But I’d rather do this first.”
I move one hand to find a nipple and I play with it, tweaking and pulling. My other hand heads south to cup Jake over his boxer shorts. When he reacts instantly, with warmth and stiffness, I smile into his neck as I start kissing him there.
“Rami,” Jake says, breathless. “I don’t want any more burnt bottoms.”
“Turn the hob off,” I say as I start to stroke in earnest, feeling more of Jake come to life.
“You don’t have to do this,” he says. “Just because I went down on you last weekend while you were cooking…”
“That’s what you think I’m doing?” I peck at his shoulder. “Tit for tat?”
Jake huffs out a very quick laugh. “I know I’ve been slacking at the gym recently, but last time I checked neither of us have tits.”
“Jake…” I say warningly.
“My sister could walk in at any moment,” he says after a little moan.
“I’ll be quick,” I say, my voice low. “But also, that makes it hotter.”
Jake sighs. “You know you are nothing like what I expected when you first walked into the office that day.”
