"I think I'll worry about foreplay next time," he said when he removed his hands. "Because I'm not dumb enough to keep you waiting."
"Good." And I shifted, lowered myself down, and sank onto him.
Yeah, that felt different. Not better or worse, just not like J.D. or Tanner. It was new, and nice because of that, and as my body stretched around him, I decided I liked being a little bit bad. This? It felt right. It felt like a little bit of conquest.
It felt like I was finally taking exactly what I deserved, so I began to rock. He let me, holding my waist, but just as I found a rhythm I liked, Jake decided to buck, driving himself into me. Oh, and that was good!
"More!" I demanded, fucking him a little harder.
And he matched me, thrust for thrust. When the bed began to squeak, I wondered if the guys could hear, then decided I didn't care. I was being bad. I was acting wild. I was doing exactly what every cowboy had done on the Tough Enough tour for years now.
Just as I started to breathe harder, he reached up, pressing his hand between my breasts to lean me back. His other found my clit and began to rub, matching our movements. No words were shared, but none were needed. This? It was pure lust tempered with a little bit of trust, and I leaned into that feeling.
Because he felt so fucking good. My hand landed on his washboard abs, loving the feel of them flexing. The sight of his biceps bulging as he worked me was sexy as sin, and those eyes? Those cool, concrete eyes watching me so intently?
They felt like an endless sky I could get lost in, so I closed my own, letting the pleasure of his body take over. I wanted to cry out, but wouldn't. I could feel my body trembling, knowing I was so damned close, and then it hit.
My legs clamped down on his sides, my back arched, and that cry finally broke free, filling the room. Beneath me, Jakegroaned, doing nothing to hold it back, and we came together. Hard, bucking in time with the spasms of euphoria.
And then I toppled forward, completely spent.
Jake's arm immediately wrapped around my back, holding me to his chest as he panted. Gently, his fingers made lazy circles against my skin until he sighed, proving he'd caught his breath.
"Gonna kick me out now?" he asked. "Or do I get to stay the night?"
"Get rid of that condom and let me cuddle, and you can stay," I decided.
"Good," he whispered, using his other hand to lift my face. "Because I didn't come home with you for a fuck, Cody."
"No?"
"No," he assured me. "I find I keep following you, unable to help myself, because I just can't stay away."
Then he eased me off him, got up, and headed to the bathroom. I watched his ass flex as he walked, repeating that over and over. I wasn't sure what it meant, and I got the feeling he didn't know either.
But I liked how it made me feel.
Chapter 67
I wasin the process of explaining to Jaxon why his comment pissed Cody off so much when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Confused, I pulled it out to find a text waiting.
Jake:
Taking Cody home. Not coming back. Punch me for it later.
Dimming the screen, I put that back in my pocket, but a little amusement spilled out as a huff.
"Problem?" Kaleb asked, gesturing to my phone to show what he meant.
"Nope," I assured him. "But you, Jaxon, just got a little reprieve. Cody's pissed and headed home. J.D. doesn't feel like celebrating, so he headed home. Tanner had a fucking amazing day out there and doesn't get to celebrate because of..." I pointed at him and climbed to my feet. "Hope you feel good about caring how someone else fucks."
"It's different," he insisted.
"Yeah? And you think it's less gross when you fuck some girl up the ass?" I shook my head. "It's still shit, dumbass. You hypocritical prick."
And I turned, heading for the bar. Right about now, I needed a drink. Thankfully, my best friend was there, talking to his fellow Brazilians. When I leaned against the counter beside him, he gestured to the bartender.
"Something hard for my friend?"
