Dangerous Lies(32)

She barely nodded, her hands finding the sides of the pillow when our bodies became untwined.

I found the bathroom, wiping my stomach with a washcloth.

Damn, you’d have thought I hadn’t beaten off in years by how much semen I expelled.

Rinsing out the washcloth, I crept back to the guest room where Cora still lay in the same position. She was grinning, her eyes closed, and her hand was drawing lines from her navel to her pelvis.

My cock that should have been spent, twitched at the sight. She was rubbing my swimmers into her skin. I stood and watched her with my jaw open, my dick becoming half-mast. She was enjoying my splooge on her, the complete opposite of how I thought she’d react.

Taking a deep inhale to calm my naughty thoughts, I tiptoed to the bed, sitting down next to her.

Her eyelids fluttered open and her hand left her skin and found her side.

“Sorry about that,” I coughed, gently running the warm washcloth over her tummy. “I’ve already lost my manners and didn’t use a condom.”

She smirked, raising her hand to her lips. My hand stilled and I watched intently, my heart racing as she licked her fingers that had my semen on them. If my shaft wasn’t hard from watching her play with my jizz, it was a solid rock now.

She giggled from my jaw dropping and stilling my movements. “I’m sorry, that was probably weird.”

“You tasting my come? Never. In fact, if you ever want it straight from the tap, by all means…” I chuckled, continuing to rub the damp cloth from her stomach to her mound, gently massaging her intimates.

She sighed and closed her eyes. “That feels really nice, Jake, but I don’t think I can handle any more orgasms until I get some sleep.”

My lip twitched upward into a smile. “Good thing sleeping is allowed in this house. In fact, I don’t even have an alarm clock in this room, so your eyes can close for as long as they’d like.”

She grinned, nuzzling her head into the pillow.

Once I was done removing the stickiness from her delicate skin, I stood from the bed, but her hand grabbed my wrist.

“Jake, please don’t go,” she said with a yawn.

My heart hammered in my chest. “I’m only going to rinse this and toss it in the hamper, maybe grab a glass of water. Would you like one as well?”

She nodded, her eyes remaining closed. “Then you’ll have to come back to me.”

“Never planned on leaving you, Love.”





Chapter Twenty





My muscles ached and I hadn’t moved an inch. The soft sheets were curled around my naked body. All of the desire I had buried inside for Jake rose to the surface at mock speed, and once I could wrap my head around it, I wanted all of him, and didn’t freak out in the process like I had feared.

My legs burned deliciously when I rolled to my other side, recalling how they were locked around Jake’s neck.

A dark mop of hair was resting on a pillow across from me, connected to a strong neck and defined back. I took in a deep breath, a content smile settling on my face. This was the Jake I was familiar with. I wanted to reach out and touch him, stroke his spine and the faint scratch marks I left on his skin last night. A shudder ran through me, reliving how he blew my mind. Sex had never been that good for me. Jake really took his time, worshipping and being attentive to what got me going. He seemed to get pleasure from giving me orgasms, not just a tedious tit for tat with sexual favors.

His back had a steady rise and fall from his sleepy breaths. He looked so peaceful, even though his face wasn’t visible. I kept my hands to my chest, snuggling into the blanket.

A dip formed on the base of the bed between us, soft steps creeping closer. It was Shepley, rubbing against my hip with his slow ascent toward my face.

“Morning,” I whispered, scratching his ears. A loud purr emerged from his chest, and he laid down smack dab between Jake and me. I smiled at the cat, continuing to pet him.

A sharp inhale sounded from Jake, and he rubbed his face while rolling over toward the cat and me. He was beautiful in his groggy state, his eyes half lidded and hair mussed and sexy. His pecs were showing, the chest hair I felt last night in full view. He was manly, one who hiked and climbed, biked and lifted weights. I was used to a lanky figured man who lived off of coffee and energy shots. Jake was sexy as hell, and I wanted to pet him instead of the cat.

“Morning,” he mumbled through his hand, then set it on Shepley’s hind just below where I was stroking.

“Morning,” I whispered, waiting for his eyes to meet mine. They closed again while he burrowed his head back into the pillow to make himself comfortable.

“Oh, yeah, you too.”

I flushed, realizing he was talking to the cat.

One mischievous brown eye peered my way and he smirked. He was joking with me, and my heart thumped in my chest.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked, both his eyes opening and gazing at me.

I nodded. “Best I’ve slept in a very long time.”

His hand moved up Shepley’s back to cover mine. Shepley let out an irritated groan.

“What are you grumbling about?” Jake asked the cat, lacing his fingers with mine. “This is the most attention you’ve gotten in a long time.”

The cat pinned one ear back as if he were ignoring him, then jumped over top of me and pounced to the dresser.