“Wow.”
“So, what did you do?” Nix’s brows pinched inward. “That’s not like Jake to apologize for anything.”
I shrugged. “He came to fix my flat today and said he’d taken Angela to a hotel, should’ve taken her a lot sooner, but was trying to help her out. He said he’d do whatever it took to get my trust and me, so I told him the first place to start was by apologizing to you.”
Nix clicked his tongue, clearly surprised. “I’ll be honest, Liz. It’s obvious he cares for you in some way. In the four years I’ve known Jake, I’ve never seen him work for a woman’s affection. They usually are throwing themselves at him, not the other way around.”
My eyes dropped to the towel as I fussed with the loose thread, feeling unsure about my thoughts. Nix cleared his throat and I returned my gaze to his.
“Do you think I should go on the date with him tonight? That was part of the deal. If he apologized, I said I’d consider the date.”
Nix’s eyes narrowed as he studied me. “Be honest with me. Do you want to go?”
“A part of me does.”
Running his hand through his dark locks, his gaze wandered around the room as he mulled over his thoughts. With a knot tight in my belly, he finally looked back at me.
“I’m not thrilled about it, but if it’s what you want, then I’m not gonna stop you. Go on the date, but be careful. Don’t let him off easy. He needs to earn his way into your heart and your pants.”
“Thanks, big brother,” I laughed, my smile spread wide. “Now get out, so I can get ready.”
He started to close the door then opened it again. “Is it all right with you if I take Jenna out riding, maybe to dinner?”
My heart swelled in that moment. “Yes. Definitely. Take her.”
At 8:01, the sound of Jake’s bike rumbled up our driveway. A flutter of excitement swirled in my belly. I opened the door to him looking delicious in his black shirt with rolled up sleeves and jeans that contoured him perfectly. He looked me over and licked his lips before laughing.
“I should’ve known.”
“What’s wrong with this?” I waved my hand over my sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants.
“We can’t get in with you looking like that.”
“Can’t get in where?” I was intrigued.
“You’ll see.” He looked me up and down and laughed again. “You were really gonna wear that?”
“No.” I grinned. I lifted the sweatshirt over my head to reveal a fitted, black lace shirt with peak-a-boo sides. His eyes lit up and stared at my braless chest. His fixed stare remained on me as I wiggled out of my sweatpants to reveal maroon skinny jeans. I tossed the sweats on the couch and grabbed my knee-high boots by the door. I bent over and slid each leg into the boot, slowly zipping it up. Jake adjusted himself in his jeans, never taking his eyes off me for a second.
“Damn, Peach. You’re killin’ me.”
As I stood up from the couch, he strode toward me and folded me in his arms. His hand took hold of the nape of my neck and his fingers got lost in my hair as he held me close and kissed me hard and passionately. His tongue slipped in and out only to come back again with even stronger need.
“Tell me you want me,” his words filled my mouth. Taking hold of my hand, he placed it over the knot in his jeans. “I want you, Peach. I want to bury myself in you so hard, so deep, you come undone and beg me to take you again.”
The sensations of the sharp nip on my lower lip and his calloused palm kneading my breast ignited my body. I could feel myself slipping into his web, being spun into a trap I wouldn’t be able to escape.
“Jake.” I put my hand to his chest to slow his pace. I caught my breath and nibbled my swollen lips. “We need to go… to dinner.”
He let out a breath. “Right. Dinner.” Taking my hand in his, he led me to the door.
We got out to his bike, he handed me his helmet before climbing on, and I slid on behind him. He wrapped my arm around his waist before starting the engine. At every light, he placed his hand on my leg and caressed it until the light turned green. These little moments of sweetness were taking my breath away.
Lowering my hand, I rubbed over his thigh, then slid my hand down to between his jeans and caressed him. He put one hand over mine and moved it the way he wanted it. I followed his lead and continued until a few moments later when we arrived at the restaurant. After parking, I climbed off and removed my helmet and set it on the back. Jake leered at me, then grabbed me and pulled me to the side of his bike. He patted his lap, indicating he wanted me to straddle him. I climbed on, and he pulled me against his erection, moving me over it as he claimed my mouth, ravaging me with his hands and tongue.
“Maybe we should go somewhere else. I can’t keep my damn hands off you.”
I sat back on my ass, putting space between us. “You’re gonna have to.”
“No, Peach. My hands are staying on you, but I will try to keep them in less risqué places.”
“If you behave, maybe I’ll reward you later.”
“Let’s get the hell in there and eat then. I want my reward.”
As I climbed off his bike, his palm came down on my ass and squeezed. His hand slid inside my back pocket as we walked inside Soloman’s Cajun Steak and Oyster, a place I’d only been to a couple times because the restaurant was pricey. As we looked over the menu, he put his arm around the back of my chair and kissed my temple.
“You’re the sexiest woman in here. I was too distracted earlier to tell you how beautiful you look.”
“Keep talkin’ playboy. It’s workin’.”
He bit his lip and let it slide out between his teeth before grinning. “I’m pretty sure I smell peaches and cream lotion or something. You did that for me, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” I teased, scooting my chair closer to his.
“It’s a constant reminder of how much I want to put my tongue in that sweet pussy.”
A sensation of pleasure started from the whisper of his lips on my ear and traveled down to the dampening part of me. His kiss came soft on my ear, then he leaned back to read the menu. I slanted my eyes at him and he winked over his menu at me.
I was afraid to be alone with Jake. My self-control and willpower were shriveling to a thin sheet as the night went on. He told me to order whatever I wanted off the menu, to ignore the prices, and again, he ordered dessert. I laughed when he raised the fork full of caramelized custard to my lips, taking turns feeding me a bite and taking one for himself. The gesture was intimate and sweet, and I couldn’t help moving my chair right next to him and placing my hand on his leg, caressing the firm muscles.
“I’ve had a good time with you.”
He wrapped his arm around the back of my chair. “I want you to come home with me.”
“Jake, we both know what’s going to happen if I do.”
“You’re afraid I’m going to lose interest in you once we have sex, aren’t you?”
His directness caught me off guard. “I’m sorry, Jake. One dinner isn’t enough for me to give you all my trust.”
“What is?”
“Time and for you to prove I mean something to you, more than just a warm body in your bed.”
“I don’t want to go home without you.” His eyes looked into mine and I saw something soften in them.
CHAPTER TWELVE
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LIZ
“I mean it, Jake,” I warned as Jake pulled me through the front door of his house with him. “You try, and I’m calling Nix to pick me up, and I’ll let him slug you again.”
“I promise, Peach. Give me tonight to prove myself.”
Jake let Rocky out of his cage, and he immediately ran to me, waiting for me to pet him. After a scratch and a kiss, he followed Jake out back. I walked out behind them and got a good look at the fenced in backyard, porch, and grill. When we came back in, Jake told me to meet him in his room, he’d be there in a moment.
Jake came into the room with a bottle
of beer in one hand, holding something behind his back with the other.
“What do you have?”
“I’m gonna need you to trust me, Peach,” he replied, handing me the beer.
He waited as I drank some of the beer, then revealed what was behind his back. His hand came forward with black, silk eye covers and a covered bowl. I looked up at him, surprised.
“What are these for?”
“Stand up for me.”
I stood, and he gently turned me away from him, the sound of the bowl being set down was followed by him sliding the cover over my eyes. His hands moved my hair aside and his kiss came soft on my shoulder.
“Promise you’ll trust me?”
“I promise.”
His hands continued down my arms and moved to my waist. His fingers slid under my shirt, gently pulling it over my head. His kisses continued along my neck as his hands inched into my jeans.
“Jake.”
“You promised.”
As his kisses continued, he undid my jeans and eased them over my hips. His body left me for a moment, then he raised me into his arms and laid me on the bed. Each boot was unzipped and slid off, then my jeans. I laid there on his bed, my heart beating in anticipation.
His touch returned and he ran his hand slowly along the inside of my thigh, following it with soft licks and kisses. The warmth of his lips reached my underwear and his kiss came sweetly before his hand moved it aside, making way for his gentle kiss.
His warm touch left me and I heard the bowl move. My stomach flexed at the first touch of the ice cube on my skin. He ran it along my belly button, following the trail of water with his tongue, covering the cold with his warmth. He put the ice cube to my lips, I sucked before it was removed and his lips replaced it. He gently pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and put his thumb to my lips.
“You have beautiful lips, Peach. Lips I want to feel around me.”
I took in a breath when the ice cube touched between my legs. He swirled it around my clit, then followed it with his lips.
With ease, he took hold of my legs and turned me on his bed. His hands gripped my hips, raising my ass to him. His palm came down on me and I jerked forward from the surprise and pleasure of it. I bit my lip when another ice cube landed on my back, tracing along the center. The warmth of his mouth followed the ice cube and ended with him reaching between my legs and rubbing it against my clit. The ice cube faded and my hips rocked against his hand as he rubbed it over me. A gentle kiss was placed on my hip before he gripped it and rocked me harder as he slid his fingers in and out, rubbing against me, pulling desperate moans from my lips.
“That’s it, Peach. Let go for me.”
He steadied his hand and pulled me harder against his stroking fingers. I came apart, pounding into his hand, fisting the blankets in my palms.
“Jake…”
“Come for me, Peach.”
I trembled as his hands continued to stroke and my orgasm rippled through my body. I collapsed onto his bed, moaning in pleasure.
He turned me on my back, his mouth coming down on my wet folds, licking and sucking at me feverishly. A second orgasm left me dizzy and panting. I was close to begging him for mercy when he pulled the covers from my eyes. His expression was pure satisfaction.
The taste of me touched my lips as his mouth claimed mine. With one hand, he took hold of my neck while the other took hold of my hip and rolled me onto my side with him. He looked me in the eyes with such fierce desire, I was nervous he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“I need you to touch me, Peach.”
My hand went to his jeans as his mouth covered mine. I opened the zipper and reached in for him. He was swollen and rock hard and felt incredible in my hand. I stroked him several times before lowering myself, taking him in my mouth. His head tilted back and he fisted my hair in his hand and thrust his hips, eagerly pumping himself into my mouth. A growl escaped his chest as he reached his climax. I swallowed and licked the tip, cleaning him off. He shivered at my last lick and pulled me into his arms.
“These lips, Peach,” his fingertip ran across my bottom lip, “they’re my lips. This,” he gently stroked between my legs, “is mine.” His hand moved to my ass and squeezed it. “Also, mine. I licked it, Peach. It all belongs to me now.”
I giggled at his declaration. “Does that work both ways?”
He pulled me down onto him and wound his fingers in my hair. “It does, yes.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“You don’t believe me that I only want you?”
“Time, Jake. I told you my trust isn’t going to come easily.”
Jake deadpanned and rolled me off of him and stood from the bed.
“Get dressed.”
“What?”
“I’m taking you home.”
“Why?” My heart sunk into my stomach.
“It’s time to get you back.”
His sudden change in demeanor made me uncomfortable. I quickly dressed in silence. The tension was growing between us, and I had gone from feeling like we’d made progress to feeling like the asshole had returned. I didn’t say anything to him as I walked out of his house to his motorcycle. He followed, climbed on his bike, and waited for me to put on his helmet.
The tension continued for the entire ride home. By the time we arrived at my house, I’d gone through several emotions and settled on slightly confused and mostly angry. I stepped off his bike, took off his helmet, and shoved it at him.
“Don’t bother getting off. I’ll walk myself to the door.”
He took the helmet from me and by the time I reached my front door, he already had his bike back on the road.
Entering my house, it was quiet at first then I heard Jenna giggling upstairs. I went to my room as quietly as I could, trying not to interrupt them. The stairs creaked and Nix opened the door of his bedroom a moment later. With flushed cheeks and messy hair, he smiled, but it quickly faded when he saw my expression.
“How’d it go?”
“Jake’s an asshole,” I snapped, before closing my door behind me.
Nix stormed in with his big brother face on. “Did he hurt you?”
“Not physically,” I kicked off my shoes and ambled to the bed, “but emotionally he punched me in the damn gut.”
“I think it’s time you officially end things.” Standing in the doorway, he crossed his arms, his expression displaying his disappointment. “He’s playing games with you, and the longer you’re involved with him, the more he’s gonna be able to hurt you.”
“You’re right.” I laid back on my bed, fighting the tears. “You’re always right. Get back to hanging out with Jenna. I’m going to bed.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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JAKE
I LEANED BACK in the chair and listened to Nix and Pat rattle on about club business, but their voices were drowning out in the background. I couldn’t get Peach out of my head. I was still pissed she didn’t trust me, but those thoughts were eclipsed by the memory of her lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me off the night before. I was getting a semi just thinking about it, and I wasn’t a bit ashamed her brother was looking right at me. My lips raised into a grin. That’s right. Your sister sucks dick like a pro.
“Jake, what do you think? Can you handle coverage as Sergeant of Arms on the fifteenth for the Riders Relay for Life?”
“I’ll be there.”
“That’s it for business. Court is adjourned.”
I leaned back in my chair and lifted my boots onto the table while Trevor dragged me into a conversation about whether or not he should upgrade his bike. A conversation across the table between Dillon and Max kept pulling my attention away from Trevor. Dillon glanced at me and gave a shit-eating grin, then I heard Peach’s name. At that point Trevor’s rambling was background noise as I tuned into what Dillon had to say.
“I’m taking her out Tuesday night. That ass of hers. Fuck me, please.”
My boo
ts came down and I leaned over the table. “Tell me your dumbass isn’t talking about my girl, right now?”
“Your girl?” A sound of amusement came out of his mouth. “If she was your girl, she wouldn’t be going out with me Tuesday night. She asked Castle, so you must not be giving it to her right.”
“I know I made myself pretty fucking clear.” Anger surged from my gut, through my chest, and out my arm as it reached across the table and grabbed Dillon by the shirt, raising him out of his chair. “That’s my girl, and if you lay a damn hand on her, I’ll cut the fucking thing off.”
“You better get your hand off me, brother.”
“Jake!” Nix barked, his voice barely registering through my anger.
“I’m not backing off until you get it through that thick skull. She belongs to me. That’s my girl. Keep your damn hands off.” My fist exploded through the air and landed on his face faster than anyone could stop me.
Dillon fell back in his chair, holding his hand to his bloody nose. “You broke my nose, you son of a bitch.”
“Jake! Get in my office, now!”
Nix slammed the door behind me. “That’s your first strike. You know damn well there’s no fighting unless it’s fight night.”
My adrenaline and smartass-odometer were sky high. “How’s your cheek?”
“That’s different, you shit. I hit you first, and you know it was way past due. What the hell was that out there?” Nix’s thumb motioned over his shoulder.
“That was me giving Dillon a mental correction.”
“A mental correction? What the fuck bullshit is that?”
“He seems to think that he’s taking Liz out Tuesday night.”
“If he’s thinking it, then he probably is. I don’t blame her either. You kicked her out of your house last night. My sister may not be quick to show it because she hides it well, but whatever the hell you did pissed her off. Actually, let me give you a mental correction. I listened to my sister cry last night… over your dumbass. So, yeah, if my sister wants to go out on a date with Dillon, she’ll do what she damn well pleases. I wouldn’t be so quick to call her your girl when I haven’t seen you show her the respect and care she deserves! Be a goddamn man and tell her how you feel and claim her in front of everyone instead of hiding your relationship in your fucking bedroom!”
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