Lying on my bed, completely mortified, Kellie covered her face with her hands as a strangled groan was torn from the back of her throat.
“Cassie and I are fine. We might make some popcorn and watch a movie,” Marianne suggested, and I could hear Cassie already making a list in the background.
“Thanks. I owe you one,” I confirmed.
“Any time, Jake. Just take care of my girl.”
“And you take care of mine,” I replied, the words coming so easily.
“Will do, Jake. Have fun.”
“Oh, we will. Call if you need us.”
“We’ll be fine. Bye.”
Marianne hung up, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was my mother-in-law. Well, she would be as soon as I could get my ring on her daughter's finger, but I had no doubt it would happen.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Kellie grumbled.
“Well, you don’t know me as well as you think you do then,” I challenged.
“Maybe I don’t.”
“Maybe we should fix that.”
“Maybe we should. Any suggestions?”
When Kellie’s eyes dropped to my crotch, my dick perked up and came to life. Oh, I had a suggestion, all right. “Oh yeah. I’ve got a suggestion. Get naked.”
ChapterNineteen
Kellie
Finally, I managed to put clothes on and keep them on for more than five minutes since arriving at Jake’s, probably because he’d ducked up to the main house to steal supplies to feed me with. I was starving. Multiple orgasms would do that to a girl.
After a hot shower, one that involved Jake washing my hair and massaging my scalp so perfectly I was almost a pile of goo on the tiles by the time he finished, I stepped out and pulled on my panties and jeans. When I reached for my shirt, Jake snatched it away and instead handed me one of his. Damn caveman. I could wear my own clothes. I’d protested at first, at least I’d pretended to, but it was weak at best. The moment I pulled on his faded fire department T-shirt, one that smelled like him, and we both knew he wasn’t getting it back.
“Damn!” He growled as he stepped toward me, reaching for my hips.
“What? What’s wrong?” I panicked.
“You look fucking hot in that shirt, Kel. Better than I ever did,” he praised, his eyes burning with hunger.
“Nope. No. No way.”
“No way, what?”
“I’m not having sex with you again.”
“What? Who said anything about sex?”
“That look on your face, Jake Robert Samuels. Keep it in your pants.”
“You’re really saying no?”
“I’m saying hell no. I’m starving, and not for that, either. You can either feed me, or I can go home and eat.”
“Fine. I suppose I can scrounge something up,” he conceded dramatically.
