“Besides,” I whisper in his ear. “It’s really important to hold onto the fact that Tristan and I didn’t actually havesex. Because he couldn’t get it up.”
Jake snorts.
“Sad, I know,” I say in a mock-mournful voice. “But we all have our disappointments in this life.”
“That’s not your disappointment, baby. Tris always gets whiskey dick.”
“Oh yeah? How are you so sure? First-hand knowledge?”
“Nah,” he says, sounding a lot more like himself. “Hayley Dean told everyone after regional champs. Came out of the bathroom crying. Said she’d been working him over so long her jaw hurt.”
We both burst out laughing.
“Come lie down,” I say, so we climb onto the mattress and lie side by side, facing each other.
“I love you,” Jake says. “I meant what I said, I don’t give a fuck that you went there with Tris, except that he’s a backstabbing scumbag.”
I smile. “Thanks. I do want a fresh start, you know. From all of this. With you. Think we can do it?”
Jake nods, his grey eyes soft. “One hundred and twenty percent.”
We lie there for a while, tracing lazy lines over each other’s skin. Then Jake groans. “So, T-Bone’s back in town, ay? Think he’ll show at the reunion tomorrow?”
I nod.
He exhales through his nose. “How am I supposed tonotking-hit him on sight?”
“Please don’t. I know he’s the worst, but he’s still Cece’s brother. And the father of her niece.”
Jake makes a sulky noise, but a smile ghosts over his lips, and I know he’s going to try and fuck me again.
“Maybe you can always tell when I’m lying,” I say. “But I always know exactly where you are on the ‘Daddy-Dom-to-Homicidal’ spectrum.”
He smirks. “I told you that you were a good girl from the start, didn’t I?”
“Keep it a secret?”
He nods, but his gaze sharpens, and my breathing speeds up. “Jake, can you do bad things to me?”
“How bad?”
“As bad as you want. I’m yours.”
Jake flips me onto my back so fast I gasp, my legs tangling in the sheets. His weight comes down, caging me in, a predator trapping his prey. One hand clamps around my jaw, squeezing just hard enough to sting.
“Look at you,” he growls. “Always mouthing off. Always running away. And now you’re here, flat on your back, begging for me to wreck your little pussy.”
I shiver, my chest rising against his. “Jake…”
His thumb presses into my cheek, silencing me. “You want it really dirty?”
“Yes.”
His face hardens, and his thumb presses between my lips, forcing them wide. Then he spits in my mouth.
The shock comes first. The sheer unexpected filthiness of it. Then heat floods through me, my cunt clenching. I moan, humiliated and turned on beyond all belief.
“Swallow,” he commands, low and lethal.
