Page 160 of Withered

“You look so fucking hot, and I’m fucking turned on,” he says as he holds me still with his other hand, whispering against my lips, out of breath.

He walks back and turns me around, so I’m facing the mirror. He holds my hands at the back of my body, which is tightly pressed against his chest.

His lips go to my shoulder, and a moan slips out of me. Wet kisses trail along, making their way to my neck. I slanted my head, giving him more access. “Look at yourself, Rose.”

When I open my eyes, I see a whole different version of myself. I’m aware that anyone could walk in on us, yet why does this feel so right?

He bends down and lifts my gown, his hand going inside. Without missing a beat, his fingers slip through my lace underwear, rubbing at the wet spot.

I whimper in response to his touch, “More.”

His raspy chuckle vibrates through me. “Is that so?”

I turn my head around to kiss him, and he slips two fingers at once. I hiss through the kiss, highly aware of his hard-on pressing against me. I look in the mirror once again and see the flush on my cheeks.

Jake continues his sweet assault, his fingers pumping in and out of me at a rapid pace. He’s staring at me in the mirror. “Let go, Rose. Come for me,” he whispers in my ear.

After a few more pumps, my head falls back on his shoulder, and I come undone against his fingers. I’m a breathless mess, as if someone sucked every single breath from my body.

Jake’s grasp loosens, and I lean against the sink to steady myself. It takes me a few more seconds to return to Earth from the realm of absolute joy.

“You know, you’re a crazy idiot to do it here, right?” I state a fact.

He smirks. “Shut it, woman; you love it anyway.”

Won’t deny that.

We bid our goodbyes to everyone before leaving, and Jake walks me to his car in the parking lot. Some boys lurk around his car; he stops in his tracks, his posture going rigid when he notices them.

When they spot us, Jake wastes no time shielding me behind him.Wait, what is happening?

Jakehasastronggrip on the side of my body, shielding me behind him. Before I could ask him what in the hell is going on, he spins around to face me, his body holding me at arm’s length.

“How about going for a walk on the beach?” Jake asks calmly, but his body conveys otherwise.

“Now?”

“Yeah. It’s not every day that we get to visit the beach.” He chuckles, loosening his grip.

I notice movement out of the corner of my eye. I tilt my head just a little and spot the boys making their way toward us. Something about them is giving me the creeps, so I nod my head. “Let’s go.”

Jake wastes no time and drags me in the opposite direction. Once we are out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk, I notice relief taking over Jake’s face.

“My feet hurt,” I say suddenly, stopping walking. They began to hurt while we were dancing, but it was tolerable at the time.

I bend to free myself from the pumps and hold them in one hand while wrapping my other arm around Jake’s.

I start walking but halt again as Jake is glued to his spot. Before I can blink, he picks me up in bridal style, drawing several stares from the people nearby.

“What are you doing?” I ask, pulling his shirt.

“Your feet hurt, don’t they?” He smirks as he looks down at me.

“Put me down. I can walk.” My cheeks heat as I mutter.

He just chuckles and starts walking. My sheer embarrassment vanishes into thin air, just looking at his face.

An elderly couple passes us, and I hear the grandma clearly when she says, “What a lovely couple.”

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