Page 69 of A Very Merry Mistake

“You’re so sexy,” he growls as my hair falls in wet strands around my face. I place my palms on his thighs, giving myself more stability as I pick up my pace. He doesn’t thrust and gives me complete control to take in as much of him as I can. This time, when he hits the back of my throat, I don’t gag. He doesn’t fit all the way, but I try.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice deep and low. The sound of it has my pussy clenching with desire.

Jake threads his fingers through my wet hair, placing his hand on the back of my head. It only encourages me further. I want this man to remember me, to remember this, for the rest of his life. I don’t want to leave and have him forget everything we experienced together because I won’t. I’ll never forget Jake Jolly. I’ll never forget his perfect cock or the way he pleasures me or how he sees me. The real me. The me I’ve hidden from everyone my entire life. I don’t know how he unlocked this part of me so quickly.

“Claire,” he moans out my name, fisting my hair. “If you keep goin’…”

I nod, knowing and wanting him to pump into the back of my throat. The thought of swallowing always made me sick, but with him, I want to. I enjoy the taste of him—salty and sweet—knowing I’m responsible for his pleasure.

His balls and quads tighten as he finally gives me what I want and fucks my mouth, thrusting his release into my throat. I swallow him down, licking every drop of cum off the tip of him.

“Mm.” I stand, crashing my mouth to his, allowing the two of us to mix together. “How was it?”

“Perfect. Such a good fucking girl.” He holds me against his chest.

“Shit. I do have a praise kink.”

He dips down and nibbles on my lip. “We’re going to have a lot of fun with that. Now let me clean you up, darlin’.”

Jake spins me around, massaging my shoulders. “You’re tight,” he whispers, his strong hands kneading at the knots in my shoulders.

“Just wait until you’re inside me,” I say, feeling his cock against my back.

I glance over my shoulder at him, and he captures my lips. As the kiss deepens, there’s a loud pounding on the door. Our eyes fly open.

“Did you hear that?” he asks, and the sound returns.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Shit,” he says. The knocking is persistent. “Whoever it is ain’t goin’ away.”

Jake steps out of the shower and dries off, then quickly wraps a towel around his waist. I finish rinsing the shampoo from my scalp and quickly condition it, then turn off the stream so I can see what’s going on. One of his robes is hanging on the back of the door, so after I twist my hair into a towel, I slide it over my shoulders and then tie it in the front. It takes me less than a minute.

As I rush out of the bathroom and down the hallway, I see Jake, his arms crossed over his chest, water dripping from his hair.

He stares at the woman who broke his heart all those years ago.

CHAPTER 18

JAKE

My nostrils flare as I stare at my ex.

She smiles sweetly, her gaze wandering around the cabin until finally landing on me.

Then I notice how her eyes trail to my lips, down my stomach, to my cock. I step to the side, letting her in so the warmth doesn’t escape. “It looks great in here.” Considering I built this place for us and wanted her to move in with me once we were engaged, her commentary on the appearance of it feels bitter.

Conveniently, I realize, my question was ignored. “What are you doin’ here?” I ask again.

“Oh, I was just visitin’ your parents’ and told your mama I was stopping by, so she gave me some leftovers to bring you.”

I look down at her hand, seeing food in a plastic bag.

Claire strolls down the hallway, dressed in one of my robes, her hair wrapped in a towel. I expect her to stop walking when she sees Lacy, but she doesn’t. No, that air of confidence quickly swallows her whole, and she struts through the living room, petting Tinsel on the head before standing next to me.

The smile on her face is saccharine sweet. “Oh, hi. What’s the occasion?”

I see the color fade from Lacy’s face. “I didn’t realize you were still here.”

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