Page 38 of Jake

Jake was still pissed Sunday morning when he woke up. He held tighter to Lauren, who lay sleeping next to him.

They’d stayed the night after the party had settled and he’d not been willing to leave her side. Thankfully, she had no issues with him sharing a room with her or crawling into bed with her.

She tapped his arm. “I need to get up.”

He relaxed his hold on her and rolled over onto his back. The blue room that they had gone in right after the event yesterday had an en suite and she rushed to it, closing the door behind her.

He laid his arm over his eyes. His hand throbbed a little, just a nuisance, but enough to remind him about yesterday. He shouldn’t have been playing cat and mouse with her in the crowd that Cade had over. Hell, Cade shouldn’t have had John there, anyway.

Lauren came out of the bathroom and he moved his arm to look at her. Her arm was bruised but other than that, she was in good spirits after and seemed to be the same this morning.

She’d washed her face it, and it looked like and her blonde hair was back in a messy bun again. They hadn’t brought clothes to sleep in so she’d borrowed from Catherine, her bag was back at Jake’s, courtesy of his driver. A black two-piece set with lace on the edges graced her tanned body even as she tried to hide herself with her arms.

She climbed back into bed with him and, for the first time in their brief relationship, initiated contact, curling into his side and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He brought his arm down to her back, softly stroking up and down as they lay there.

“I’m fine, you know?” she told him.

“I know, but it could have been worse and I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything.”

“If I hadn’t started that stupid game.” He sighed.

“I still might have gone down that hall, or I might have run into the idiot somewhere else. Shitty people are shitty, no fault of our own.” Her reassuring words soothed him as he lay there with her.

She was right. He knew that, but he couldn’t help all the what ifs that plagued him. If he’d been just a little longer, it could have been worse.

Lauren slid up his side and pressed her palm to his cheek, turning his head to face her. He thought she had something to say, and she might have, but instead she kissed him.

Jake lay stunned for a second before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her on top of him, without letting the kiss break. Lauren straddled him, and his hard cock pressed against her as she hovered above him.

He wasn’t satisfied with her hovering. Pulling her down to sit on him, he used his hands to guide her hips back and forth. Lauren pulled away from his kiss and moaned his name.

“Jake,” she got out between rapid breaths, “I want more.”

He held her still as he looked up at her. “Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything.”

He took that encouragement and flipped her over so she was beneath him before kissing her again. Knowing already what she liked, he let his kisses trail down her cheek until he reached the side of her neck, kissing softly until he felt her react.

She had a spot, and he loved it. He kissed, suckled, and blew light breaths over that sweet spot on her neck until he couldn’t take her grinding below him anymore. He let his hands roam, palming her breast under the silken pajamas.

Lauren cried out as he teased her nipple and struggled below him to take her top off. She rose up, happy to help with the endeavor. She tore it from her body and tossed it off the bed, putting her arms on his back as he trailed his kisses down her body to lavish each breast one at a time.

She whimpered and moved below him, but he took his time, making sure that both got equal attention. He pinched one nipple as he sucked and teased the other and then back again.

“Jake, please,” she begged.

He wasn’t ready yet, not by a long shot. He’d gotten her and was going to take his time. He lazily trailed kisses back up her body to her lips again.

As he kissed her, he slid his hand lower, below the waist of those black silk shorts and then below her panties until he felt her heat below his palm.

She pushed herself into his hand. He backed away from her lips so he could watch her face as he slid one finger between her folds, seeking her entrance. His finger slid into her wet heat as she arched off the bed.

As he slid his finger in and out, he pressed his palm to her. As her need to find release took over, he let her set the rhythm. She moaned and writhed as he kept the pace, helping her to find what she was looking for.

“Jake,” she cried.

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