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Jake’s eyes rolled back as I steadied myself, clenching his hard dick with my pussy to keep his cock restricted with pleasure inside of me. Typically, Jake would be reaching my clit and helping to bring me pleasure, but this time, he had fully succumbed to the pleasure I was giving him. His soft whimpers, moans, and the gentle way he slid his tongue on his bottom lip, tilting his chin up with every move I made, were spurring me on and enticing me in ways I hadn’t felt in far too long. I was about to come along with my husband, and I wasn’t even touching myself.
I moved faster and faster as my impending orgasm built, and then I shifted myself so his dick hit my spot. Jake groaned in pleasure at the same time as I did when I moved his dick overthe surface of my G-spot, and I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to. A whole-body, internal shiver coursed through me, and my parched lips went straight to Jake’s. His body and hands, which previously seemed numb to all these sensations, were strong and determined as we fell into this fervent rhythm.
We groaned through our powerful and desperate kiss, Jake sitting up while moving himself deeper into me. I dug my knees into the bed, feeling his cock burrow deep inside me, and we both cried out in an intense and mind-shattering orgasm.
I had no idea what my husband had gone through over the past four days, but starting our reunion like this, knowing there was more to come, proved that something was different.
And I liked it.
CHAPTER 21
Jake
After multiple profound rounds of unhinged sex with the beauty currently asleep in my arms, I was the happiest man on earth. Who knew it only took being held captive by that fucking actor, Jack, to achieve the feeling of what life would be like if I lost my lady and, of course, joined a cult.
Since opening the door to Ash’s adorable little Christmas cottage, I hadn’t thought about the bullshit my brother and our friends had cooked up for Collin and me to endure since we got here.
She moved in my arms, causing me to pull her in closer to my chest, wrapping myself tightly around her. That’s when my fucking phone rang and wouldn’t stop.
“For fuck’s sake,” I said, knowing if I didn’t get the damn thing, Ash would wake up. “What?” I snapped when I saw it was Jim calling.
“Hey, the plane is taking off in two hours. You two had all night to reunite, and now?—”
“Why are you calling to tell me this?” I said, pissed I had to slide out of bed and stand across the room butt naked, listening to my brother’s smug voice.
“Because if I don’t, your spiritual butt is going to be stuck here and taking a commercial flight,” he said.
“That’s fine by me. I’d prefer that and to spend the remaining?—”
“You’d actually prefer commercial?”
“Yep.”
“Look at you. Ego death suits you well, baby brother,” he said, laughing at all the stupid shit he put me through.
“It’s not ego death, asshole,” I answered. “I fly commercial all the time, unlike your arrogant CEO ass.”
“Well, that is true,” he conceded. “Regardless, if you miss my jet leaving, you’ll be on your way back to California for Christmas instead of where?—”
“That’s the thing with this amazing ego death trip I’m on now?—”
“You say that as if you’re on an acid trip,” he interrupted.
“It feels like an acid trip, and if your crazy ass had gone through what I just experienced, you’d feel the same.”
“Well, amazing or not, you’ll not want to miss this flight because we have a genuine Christmas surprise for everyone to make up for the torture we put you and Collin through.”
“Interesting. This happens to be the first year I prefer to spend it alone with Ash andher family,not my own. Have fun, and Merry fucking?—”
“Well, you’re going to be pretty bored after your long-ass flight home with Ash to find the two of you are spending it alone.”
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, “How in the fuck did I manage to put myself at your mercy?”
“Relax, Jacob. You’re officially safe,” he said. “Now, Ash will not be leaving your side, and you’ll be landing in Switzerland, where you’ll be whisked away on a train that will take you to your kids and in-laws for?—”
“Hold the fuck up,” I said. “Let’s skip over the fact that you sound like some fucking gameshow host, telling me what my grand prize is, and get to the part where you tell me how you’re sending my kids and Ash’s parents to Switzerland for Christmas. Are you joking?”
“Not joking,” Jim said. “And most people would dream of spending the holidays there, fuck face. Jesus, I thought your anger issues were worked out in that meditation retreat, but maybe you need to go back?”
