She guided him inside her, her groan more than just audible as she pushed onto him. He held onto her hips, helping them to create a rhythm that wasn’t going to end too soon.
Jake wondered what was happening to his world. Darkness was colouring outside, but inside Lainey’s bedroom, it felt like it was bright sunshine.
She leaned down lower, letting him take over and thrust into her as he held her still. Her breasts crushed against his chest as she came, her orgasm pulsing tightly around his cock, taking him to his own edge and over, filling her up.
Making her his.
He moved her onto her side, when he had the faculties to do so, and pressed his lips to her shoulder, lingering there.
“Zack told me you had a date with Harvey McKay.” It felt like a confession.
She laughed quietly. “I don’t even know who he is.”
“Can you keep it that way?”
She pressed a finger to his lips. He grabbed it between his teeth and bit softly.
“I have no interest in dating Harvey McKay. Although I’m sure he’s very nice.”
“Not as nice as me.”
“You’re not nice, Jake Maynard.”
“Course I am.” He started to touch the places that he knew made her giggle, places where he’d already learned that she was ticklish. “Or am I sexy and devilishly handsome, rather than nice?”
“You were horrible when I moved in.”
He pulled her onto his chest, now lying on his back. “I was a dick. I’m sorry.”
“Good. You should be.”
He held her a little tighter. “Is this still just once?”
“Don’t they teach simple counting in Severton? This makes twice, Jake.”
“Fucking hilarious, aren’t you. I just want to know what I’m meant to do tomorrow when I see you. Do I act like we’re just neighbours?” He tried not to feel like an utter wanker for asking the question.
Lainey relaxed in his hold. “We’re more than neighbours. We’re friends.”
“Friends?”
“Friends. Let’s not become the town’s headline for gossip. I know you usually have that title, but that’s not something I’m keen on sharing.”
“Okay. We’ll keep you off the front pages of the Severton News.”
“Does that actually exist?”
“Only in Gran’s head. In fact, never suggest it to her, else it’ll end up happening.” He pushed the twinge of disappointment he felt back down. She was here with him, hadn’t been on a date with anyone else and she wasn’t rushing him out of her bed.
“Laine, do you want me to stay?” He didn’t want to go.
She nuzzled his chest. “I’d like that. But I’ll need to shower before we sleep. And change the sheet.”
“Want some help in the shower?”
She laughed again. “You don’t stop, do you?”
“Never.”
