“I’m close,” I pant. It’s like the world around us has disappeared.
Jake quickens, and I tuck my head into the crook of his neck as he now grips my ass, holding my core as tight to him as possible. My eyes close tightly. I bite down onto his shoulder to smother my moans as waves of ecstasy rush over me, pushing me over the edge. My toes curl and my body shivers. I moan his name as Jake slows his movements, releasing every bit inside of me. I collapse on top of him, out of breath. He runs his fingers up and down my back and kisses my forehead.
“That was better than just a good time,” I try to catch my breath.
“I’m down to do that every day until you leave,” he murmurs.
We separate and we lay on our backs next to each as we catch our breath. I roll onto my side and face him. I can see the faint bitemark on his shoulder growing angrier by the second. Thank god it’s still winter weather, no shirtless outings for Jake.
“Can I borrow one of your shirts to sleep in?” I ask Jake. His brows furrow.
“I was hoping to cuddle you naked all night long Mal,” he lets out a long sigh as he traces the edge of my face.
Not what I thought his response would be.
But I absolutely love it. It makes me feel those flames start to ignite once more.
“You sleep with the door open right? In case Charlotte needs you. On the off chance that she does wander in here, I think that I should be clothed. Don’t you?” he tilts his head for a moment.
For a split second I worry if my brain was so drunk on orgasms that I’m speaking French instead of English.
He kisses my forehead, an action I’m growing accustomed to, and goes to his dresser. He pulls out a t-shirt and tosses it myway. Then he slips his underwear and a top on. He tosses me a pair of boxers too. I figured that between the height difference it wouldn’t matter that Jake is fit and lean while my boobs add a bit too much strain to women’s fitted tops. I pull the soft tee over my head and then slide the bottoms over my hips. He starts to fix the covers of the bed.
“I’ll use the bathroom.”
He has a small bathroom attached to his bedroom. Both are that navy and grey combo that he clearly likes. The white tile in the bathroom has speckles of blue and gold in it. I pee and splash some water on my face.
I join Jake in his bed. His king-size bed makes sense for his height, but it also feels like the perfect size for the two of us.
Not that we’re anything serious.
“Come here,” he wraps his arms around me and tugs me firmly against him. My ass pressed against his somewhat hard dick. “Ignore it,” he murmurs in my ear, “I’ve been in a state of turned on every time I see you.”
I chuckle as we settle into this spooning position. My eyes shut and I feel my breathing calm, I’m on the brink of sleep when I hear his voice, almost like a low hum, whisper “I think I’m seriously falling for you Mallory Morin.”
Chapter 8
Jake
It’sbright and early and I can hear the faint padding of footsteps down the hallway. Charlotte must be up. I stretch my arms wide and turn to see that my bed is completely empty. I toss the covers aside and look to the bathroom. The door is open and light off. I scan my room, the light grey carpet is bare, except for my clothes in a small pile.
I get out of bed and tug on a pair of sweatpants. I head to the kitchen. I find Mallory in her outfit from yesterday stirring a pot of batter and Charlotte perched at the island, her little legs swinging as Mallory tells her each step.
“I know I promised waffles, but I couldn’t find a waffle iron.” Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she smells like vanilla. I kiss her forehead and Charlotte giggles. To avoid any questions, I go and kiss Charlotte’s forehead as well.
“Mallory came over to make me breakfast Daddy!” Charlotte exclaims as I sit next to her at the island. Mallory raises her eyebrows and stares intently at me. As if a silent exchange is all we need to be on the same page.
“How thoughtful,” I say. Mallory turns and starts to spoon little bits of batter in the pan. Little sizzle sounds are the onlynoise in the kitchen. Mallory is unusually cold towards me, her back to us.
“Did you sleep well Char,” I ask as she nods with gusto. She tells me about a dream she had where a unicorn came to her tea party but they didn’t have a seat big enough.
“Alright, they’re ready. Bon appétit!” Mallory slides some plates in front of us. Normally I don’t want Charlotte to eat in the kitchen. I strive for a dining table meal, but it’s a special circumstance. I notice Charlotte’s plate is already pre-cut. Mallory hands the syrup over and we all eat in silence.
“These are delicious, thank you,” I say with a mouthful of pancake. Charlotte giggles again as I note, “nothing burned down, good job.” I grin as Mallory sticks out her tongue. “Do you want a ride home?” I ask after I swallow another bite.
“It’s okay, I have plans at the community center,” she looks at her plate, refusing to make eye contact. “The Heart-to-heart Festival is wrapping up this week and it’s the whole reason I’m here,” her eyes find mine. And my heart skips a beat.
Of course. She’s here to meet singles. All sorts of singles. To find love, or at least have a chance at finding love. Not settle with the one person who clearly is tied to the town.
