Luck

by Isabella White

  He licked her feverishly, each stroke driving her closer and closer to the edge.

  Desperate for release, she grabbed a handful of his hair and bucked against his tongue. She was so fucking hungry for him.

  Jake groaned as he pushed a finger into her, his tongue still keeping up its relentless torture.

  Holly gasped, her breath coming out in pants. “Fuck, oh fuck, Jake. This…you are so fucking amazing,” she ground out through clenched teeth. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit down on it, trying to muffle her moans, but it was useless. The fire building inside her was too much to bear.

  “I’m so close,” she gasped on a moan.

  Jake quickened his pace, fucking her with his fingers, his lips and tongue feasting on her.

  “Jake!” Her legs pinned his head tighter as she convulsed, her back arching off the bed, her legs trembling as her orgasm coursed through her. She felt Jake laugh against her, his mouth finally leaving her.

  “What the fuck was that,” she gasped, still high from the orgasm.

  He looked up at her, then crawled up her body and kissed her neck.

  “You like that, don’t lie.”

  “It drives me insane,” she said, capturing his lips with hers. She wanted more, she was past hunger, past need. She was a beast. A starving beast.

  Her hand snaked down between their bodies to his swim trunks and she managed to unfasten the laces. But when she tried to pull his trunks off, the fabric was too wet.

  Jake pulled away from her swiftly and yanked his trunks off. They landed on the floor with a wet thud.

  He nestled himself between her legs again and took her lips with his mouth.

  She moaned against his lips, sliding along his erection. She needed him inside her, but he was dragging this out.

  When she couldn’t breathe, she broke the kiss, gasping for breath against his neck as he nipped her earlobe between his teeth and sucked.

  His weight was crushing her but she didn’t care. This would be the ultimate way to die.

  “You want me inside you?” he growled in her ear.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  His hand slid down her waist, traveling farther down until he reached his intended destination. Once there, he inserted his fingers into her again.

  Her eyes closed of their own accord as he pumped his fingers inside her. She grunted from both pleasure and frustration. She needed his cock—not that he wasn’t doing incredible things to her with his fingers.

  He slowly slipped his fingers out of her, his lips closing over her nipple at the same time.

  She bit on her lower lip, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing when she felt the tip of his cock prying enticingly at her entrance.

  On a groan, he pushed inside her, drawing a gasp from her. She arched her back as he stretched and filled her.

  He pulled out, then slid back in, torturously slow. When he repeated the motion, her eyes flew open and she pinned him with a frustrated glare.

  All she got was a grin.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” she growled.

  “You don’t like it?”

  “I do, but I need you to fuck me tonight, not tease me. It’s been so long for me, Jake. I’m starving. So if you want to do this, you better stop this shit.”

  “I like it when you talk dirty.” He slithered up her body and kissed her as he thrust into her, his strokes picking up pace with every breath Holly took.

  She groaned into his mouth as he slammed into her, hitting the right spot with every stroke.

  Oh…fuck, her mind screamed. Harder, faster, c’mon baby, she begged silently.

  As if he could read her mind, he picked up the pace, and her moans left her mouth in a guttural scream.

  “You like that?” he panted.

  She nodded vigorously.

  He moved faster. The slickness of her pussy became more audible with every stroke. “I love it when you are so wet for me,” he groaned, pumping his hips as he thrust deeper into her.

  Her moans were long and low as another orgasm built up inside her. “F-fuck,” she stuttered.

  Jake chuckled. “Again?”

  “Don’t fucking stop. Please.”

  He fucked her harder, her nails digging into his back. He moaned with her as she screamed out her orgasm.

  “Oh, fuck yes!”

  Jake continued ramming into her. “I forgot how loud you are.”

  “I don’t give a shit,” she said, panting.

  When he pulled out of her, she groaned at the sudden loss. “You’re done?” she asked.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? No way in hell.” He flipped her over onto all fours and pulled her back so she was right up against him.

  He lifted her hips until he was nestled between her legs, then with a low growl, he drove into her from behind.

  One of his hands gripped her hip, while the other stroked her ass as he plunged into her. Her breasts swayed against the mattress, the friction of the action on her nipples enhancing the pleasure.

  Holly drove back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  The hand that had been stroking her ass suddenly came down with a loud slap, the stinging burn sending a different kind of pleasure through her nerves.

  She felt the heat building inside her core again, spreading through her stomach and down to her pussy. She tried to control it, tried to push it back, but the pleasure consumed her.

  “Oh…fuck,” she bit out.

  “Number three. I’m on a roll tonight,” Jake said through heavy breaths. “Come for me, baby, come.”

  His voice carried some sort of plea and she moaned, keeping her mouth closed, grinding hard on her teeth as her orgasm shattered her. A seductive chuckle escaped him, as if her orgasm was his favorite part. He moved deeper into her, pushing her flat into the bed, and then fell onto her back, slipping out of her to roll onto his back.

  She lifted her head and looked at him. “It’s so unfair how one man can just have everything and others have to struggle.”

  “That should teach you for running away.”

  Holly sighed.

  “I didn’t mean it like that.” He rolled closer and she could feel he was still as hard as the moment they started. He kissed her softly on the tip of her nose.

  “You ready for your orgasm now?”

  “You sure you have the strength, you look dead tired.”

  “Fuck being tired. You know the deal.”

  “Then…hell, yes.”

  Grinning, she shoved him until he was on his back again and swung her leg over him. With a purposeful look in her eyes, she turned, giving him her back.

  “Bring on number four,” he said, making her laugh.

  “You better come with me,” she said over her shoulder as she guided his shaft into her.

  The man had the best stamina.

  He filled her up, and she shifted slightly as she remembered the exact angle that would get him to orgasm. She undulated her hips, listening closely for his grunt.

  “You sure you—”

  The grunt came.

  “Yeah, I’m sure,” she said, moving her body and pelvis with everything she had.

  His groans of pleasure came hard and fast. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it as another growl left his lips.

  This was it. Her muscles ached and she felt that all-too-familiar heat spreading through her again.

  “Not…now…” she whispered.

  “Just come, baby. It enhances fucking everything when you convulse.”

  She moved faster, at the same time trying really hard to hold the inevitable back, until she couldn’t anymore.

  “Take over, please,” she moaned.

  And he did. He took over the movement, lifting himself up and pushing her onto her knees again, pounding into her as sounds of pure ecstasy poured from between her lips.

  Finally, he pulled out and came all over her back.

  Laughing, and weakly pumping a fist in the air, she said, “I
still got it.”

  His hand connected with her ass as he laughed, too. “Yeah, you have. Let’s go take a shower.” He grabbed her around her midriff with one arm and scooped her off the bed, then plopped her down onto her feet.

  Tiredly, she wobbled to the bathroom, Jake not far behind her.

  Warm water sprayed over her, easing the glorious ache in her muscles. There was no way in hell she’d be able to walk tomorrow. Upon reflection, she decided that this was probably the best sex she’d ever had.

  Jake began washing her back, placing a kiss on her shoulder.

  “I’m pooped. Don’t wake him up, please,” she said, referring to his cock.

  Chuckling, he said, “I just can’t seem to get enough of you.”

  “Well, I’m not going anywhere.”

  “You’d better not.” He turned her around to face him and kissed her gently on the lips.

  “You didn’t hear a single word I just said, did you?”

  “Fine, let’s sleep,” he whined like a little boy, making her giggle.

  They got out of the shower and dried off, then literally fell into bed. She fell asleep in his arms faster than she’d thought she would, with the notion on her mind that Jake was technically her fiancé; she just was too stubborn to wear the ring.

  The next morning, Holly woke up half on top of Jake, their bodies entwined. In the silence, she listened to his soft snores.

  She stirred gently, trying not to wake him, at the same time wishing she hadn’t moved because every single muscle in her body cried out.

  She was so not fit enough for him anymore—she needed to shape up. Her thoughts turned to what his plans were going to be. Would he be going home with them today, or would he return to Boston to sort things out there?

  The calm sway of the boat told her that they hadn’t docked yet. She lifted her head to look at him. He was sound asleep.

  Why had God made him so beautiful?

  Dark strands of hair covered part of his eyes, and his succulent lips were partially open, enticing her to take advantage of him. To kiss him till he woke up.

  She smiled when she noticed he had an arm stretched out above his head. Another Jake mannerism Jamie had inherited. She slept just like him, her tiny arms stretched above her head.

  Jamie had so much of him and so little of Holly. Apart from her curls and her genitals, Jamie was Jake through and through.

  His chest rose as he took a deep breath, signaling that he was waking up.

  “It’s creepy to stare,” he mumbled sleepily.

  “Who says I’m staring?”

  “Why do you think I woke up? I could feel it.”

  Holly snorted. “Well, it’s not my fault you’re so damn handsome.”

  “You just say the right things.” He finally opened his eyes.

  Holly was disappointed to see that they were still blue. “You’re still not happy.”

  “What are you talking about? I’m the happiest guy alive.”

  She giggled. “You forget I live with a small replica of you. Your eyes are a dead giveaway, mister.”

  He smiled lazily. “Do her eyes also change?”

  “Yes, and yours are still bright blue.”

  “It’ll pass in due time. Holly, I’m really fucking happy.” He brought her palm up to his mouth and kissed it. “Promise.”

  “Okay,” she said with a smile.

  Jake rolled out of bed and stretched languidly as he walked toward the bathroom.

  “Getting old, are you?”

  He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching with humor. “I’m not used to that anymore, Bee-Puke.”

  “Well, you’re in better shape than I am this morning, that’s for damn sure.” She almost crawled right off the bed to the bag to get her clothes.

  Slipping on her panties was difficult, and it wasn’t any easier to get her bra on, either—luckily, she managed the dress without anything aching too badly.

  Jake kissed her neck as he passed her to get his shirt. He paused and picked up the little velvet box. “Are you sure you don’t want to put this on?”

  “I’m sure.”

  He grunted.

  “It’s just a ring,” Holly said in exasperation.

  “It’s a symbol that makes it more permanent.”

  She looked down at the floor. “Not in my family.”

  He slid a finger under her chin and lifted her head so her eyes met his. “I’ll never do that to you, that is a promise.”

  “You better not. I’ll cut off your dick.”

  He winced as he laughed.

  She kissed him on the cheek, then went in the bathroom to brush her teeth.

  Jake joined her and she had to scoot over to make room for him.

  When they were both finished, Jake grabbed her for a fresh, morning kiss.

  “The boat is docking and my body is still sore, mister.”

  “Well, I hope you’ll have recovered by tonight. I’m still starving for you.”

  She froze. “You not going back to Boston at all?”

  “Nope, they can courier my stuff.”

  “My apartment is really small.”

  “Not to worry, I told Jamie I’m not leaving her again. And I’m not going to break that promise anytime soon.”

  She blew out a breath and her lips trembled. “Do you know how much I love you for saying that?”

  “You can show me later,” he said with a wink.

  “Fine, I’ll work through the pain.” She kissed him on the lips before walking out the bathroom and out the room.

  The room smelled of hot sex—it made her giggle. She was so glad she wouldn’t have to clean their mess.

  Ten

  True to his word, Jake traveled home with them. No one in his family said a word. It was as if they’d known.

  Holly’s mother was full of smiles as Jake had managed to secure a ticket on their flight, even going as far as arranging a seat next to Jamie.

  Holly was sitting next to her mother and Frank.

  Jake opened his laptop and his fingers flew over the keyboard as the plane took off.

  “So, how was last night?” Her mother asked casually, a direct contradiction to the sly look on her face.

  “Good,” Holly answered.

  “Did the two of you talk about the future?”

  “Mom, Jake’s right here, and he can hear every word you say.”

  Jake laughed from the seat directly in front of Holly. She kicked the seat, but she had a grin on her face.

  His hand curled around the seat and touched her leg.

  Jane didn’t miss much and smiled at the contact.

  Holly wanted to share with her mother that they were semi-engaged, but since she’d decided not to wear the ring, she kept her mouth shut.

  When their plane landed, Jake told Jamie that he had to stay with Frank for a few nights until he found them a new home, but that he would first go home with them. He didn’t act like the spoiled adult he was when he saw their apartment.

  “It’s not posh, but it’s home, Jake.” Jane said.

  “It’s perfect,” he replied, giving her a hug. “You did well, Bee-Puke.”

  Jane laughed. “He calls you honey, but I can’t.”

  “He doesn’t call me ‘honey’, he calls me Bee-Puke. It’s sweet.”

  “Uh-huh,” her mother teased.

  “Only stupid people say uh-huh, Mom.”

  It was Jake’s turn to laugh.

  Jamie took Jake to see her room and it seemed like they stayed there for hours.

  In the meantime, Holly made dinner, and when it was ready to be dished up, they all settled around the kitchen table to eat.

  When dinner was over, Jake said goodbye to them and crouched in front of Jamie. “I promise I’m going to take you to school tomorrow. I’m also going to take Mommy to school.”

  Jamie giggled, then gave her father a loud kiss.

  He got up, gave Holly a quick kiss, then left.

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�Are you happy that your daddy is home?” Holly asked Jamie that night in bed.

  “Very. Daddy said we’re gonna move soon.”

  “Well, he’s back and he probably feels that he needs to take care of us.”

  “Is he going to work at the hospital?”

  “He’s going to try. Uncle Frank said that he will help him. Your daddy is really good at fixing brains.”

  “Like Roddy?” Jamie asked.

  “Yes, like Roddy.”

  “Will Roddy like Daddy?”

  Holly smiled and kissed her on the head. “He might, but Mommy will ask him.”

  “Okay.” Jamie yawned and burrowed into her pillow. “Goodnight, Mommy.”

  “Goodnight, my baby. Love you and see you in my dreams.”

  “See you.”

  Jamie closed her eyes and Holly turned off the light, glancing over her shoulder at her daughter as she left the room.

  In her room, she crashed onto the bed, face down, next to her mom. Jane was reading a book, her glasses resting on her nose.

  “You sure you don’t want to sneak off to Daddy?” her mother teased.

  “No, I have an early day tomorrow. So does he.”

  “Did he speak to you about anything important,” Jane asked curiously.

  Holly pushed herself up onto her elbows. “He told you about it, didn’t he?”

  “About what?”

  “The big question.”

  Her mother merely stared at her innocently, but her eyes traveled down to Holly’s finger. “You said no?”

  “No. I told him his timing sucked. He took Kate there to propose to her. How would it look if he proposed to me the same night he had intended on proposing to her?”

  Jane shook her head. “You are so full of shit.”

  “I’m not. I wanted to say yes. Yes is the only answer I wanted to give, but the timing wasn’t right. Besides, I think we’re kind of engaged.”

  Jane squealed. “You said yes!”

  “I told you that yes was the only answer I wanted to give him.”

  “But no ring?”

  “No, because of the weekend.”

  “But you are engaged.”

  Holly blew out a breath. “Something like that.”

  Her mother shrieked in happiness. “Do you know how big of a deal that is? He is really making a name for himself in the medical world. Some even say that he is better than the neurologists with years of experience.”