Page 104 of The Moon Also Rises
“It’s complicated,” I say with great effort.
Jake puts his cutlery down with what could be described as a flourish. “Well, I have ears and my heart doesn’t feel quite as stony today as usual. You could talk it through with me?”
“It’s a long story,” I reply, my voice sounding shaky.
“I have time.” Jake leans a little closer. He looks up at me and I see his freckles, the curl of his eyelashes and his beautiful mouth waiting for me to tell him my story. I know what he’s doing; acting coquettishly to lure an explanation out of me. And I am about to do that, I really think I am, but then he opens his mouth and adds two words that instantly make me stop. “Please, Daddy.”
Because that’s how Jake sees me. He sees me as strong. He sees me as capable, and all put-together. He sees me as predictable and reliable and in control. And I need Jake to see me that way. I really do. It’s what has made today feel so brilliant, so affirming. I don’t want to ruin that. I don’t want to ruin this perfect day.
“I will tell you, just not now.” I stand and collect our plates, dumping them quickly in the sink before turning back to Jake. “Because now is not about me. It’s all about you.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Jake
Iam torn. Part of me wants to push Rami away, because I want to know this long story he is hesitant to tell. But another part of me wants to fold myself into his arms, and as much as I want him to fill in some of the blanks that still exist in my mind, I can’t stop my body from melting at the dark, hungry look in his eyes.
I didn’t drop down on my knees for him to do this as payback. I knelt in front of him because I was suddenly desperate for a taste of him. I was desperate to thank him for including me in his family day. I was so very desperate to give him pleasure.
Could it really be true that Rami is now just as desperate as I was?
In a weak last-minute attempt to try and go back to talking, I stand and open my mouth to speak, lifting my hands to keep some space between us, but nothing holds any ground with Rami. He crushes my hands between our bodies as he presses his mouth against mine, taking my open lips as an invitation to have his tongue ravage me.
I moan as he spins me and pushes me up against the island we were just sitting at and he kicks away my chair so we have more space.
“I want you so much,” he says, now all stern and commanding. “I don’t like being made to wait for what I want.”
“But dinner—” I say weakly.
“Was for your benefit. I want you well fed and watered before I do what I’m about to do.”
“Oh, God, Rami. What are you doing to me?” I whimper although it was supposed to be a thought not something I say out loud.
“Call me Daddy,” he says as he bites my chin, tipping my head back.
“Jesus, Daddy, yes, whatever, Daddy, please,” I mumble, and I stop trying to even find some sense in my head let alone in the words that are tumbling out of my mouth, words that Rami sucks into his body when he comes to kiss me again.
“On the rug,” he says into my mouth after several long minutes of kissing as our erections press against each other through our clothes. Holding me so tightly around my waist and upper back, Rami’s grip is so strong and firm I can barely move to seek out more rhythm and friction.
Rami is in complete control. And I love it.
I look briefly at the sheepskin rug over Rami’s shoulder before I move. “Is it real?”
Rami takes his lips off my neck to also follow my gaze.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” his voice is back to normal, “I paid someone to decorate this apartment for me and I never asked.”
I roll my eyes but I don’t think he sees because of what he says next.
“If you don’t want to lie on it, I understand. We can go to the bedroom.”
There is something almost heart-shatteringly charming about how he breaks character to address my possible concerns.
I smile at him and rock my hips against his. “I’m pretty sure I ate close to a quarter of a cow at your mother’s house. My animal welfare ethics are already pretty sketchy today.”
It snaps him back into the persona I instantly crave. “Then lie down, Forester.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, then walk, no,skipto the rug.
