“I hate you,” I cried as he pulled back again. I was afraid if he didn’t let me come soon, I’d spontaneously combust.
Looking up from his position on his knees between mine, Jake grinned, his chin shiny with my arousal. “You only wish you did, Marshmallow,” he taunted before leaning in and licking me from taint to clit.
I went to complain again, but before I could get the words out, he slid a long finger inside me, causing my hips to lift off the bed, desperate for the tiniest bit of friction to put me out of my misery.
Picking up the pace, I was afraid to hope too much, or he’d pull back again. “Jake, please,” I begged, not giving a fuck if I sounded like a needy bitch. A girl could only hold on so long before she lost her freaking mind.
“I got you, pretty girl,” he promised with a wink before continuing to feast.
My body was covered in sweat, and I was panting like a whore in a church desperate for some relief.
When Jake added a second finger and crooked them toward him, I almost vaulted off the bed.
“Now, Jake. Now. I need… I need…”
“What do you need, baby girl? Tell me, and it’s yours.” Jake’s voice was so deep and husky, and I knew I wasn’t the only one hanging on by a thread.
“You. Jake, I need you. I need you to fuck me, and I need you to do it now!” I demanded.
“After you come,” Jake confirmed as he flicked his thumb over my clit once.
Twice.
“Jake!” someone screamed, and it wasn’t me.
Somewhere close by, back in the land of the living, a door was thrown open, and I forced my eyes open.
“Jake!” his name was called again.
“What?” he replied gruffly, his fingers still buried inside me.
“It’s the barn! It’s on fire!” Nash announced, throwing open the bedroom door, his eyes going wide at the sight.
“Fuck!” Jake growled, pulling his fingers out and bouncing to his feet.
“I… I…” Nash stuttered, backing out.
“Go!” Jake boomed.
“Jake. Gladiator’s in there,” Nash reminded him.
“Go! I’m right behind you,” Jake demanded, pulling his boots on with his tented pajama pants while I almost fell off the side of the bed trying to keep what was left of my modesty.
Everything happened at warp speed. One minute I was chasing my orgasm, the next I was following the man I loved toward a burning building.
Reaching Shelley’s side, she was hysterical.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” Jake asked between barking directions at the ranch hands who were scurrying back and forth looking lost.
“Where’s Cassie?” I asked, fear engulfing me. I had a feeling I already knew the answer.
“She… she…”
“Mom!” Jake snapped, gripping her by the shoulders and forcing her to look at him.
Shelley didn’t answer. Instead, she just pointed to the barn door that had flames licking the battered old wood.
Jake’s reply came as a pained howl as my knees buckled beneath me. “Fuck!” he howled before taking off toward the burning building.
