“What a lucky bitch.” Thea shook her head.
So he followed Mabel when she left the main bar area. Then, seeing her alone in that dark office, something inside him snapped, and this time he didn’t pull back from pouring out all his pent-up frustration that she wasn’t with him.
Well. Their relationship was going to change after tonight, and he wasn’t sure if he was more excited or scared to see which way it would go now that he’d finally laid it all out. He’d declared his intentions; the rest was up to her.
Suddenly he couldn’t sit in the bar a minute longer, wallowing in uncertainty. He leaned across the table to make his excuses to Brandon, needing to holler to be heard over the Amy Winehouse song the Moo Daddies were covering.
“I’m heading out, man. See you Monday?”
Brandon, arm around a giggling Babe, leveled a gaze at him. “You two finally working out your issues?”
Jake didn’t even pretend not to understand. “One way or another.”
“Good luck with it.” Brandon offered him a smile, a startlingly real one. “Believe it or not, I’m rooting for you.”
Then he returned his focus to the woman hanging on his arm, leaving Jake to process one more surprise in a week full of them. Shaking his head, he shrugged into his coat, said good night to Thea, and left the bar alone. The ball was in Mabel’s court now. She had his number, after all.
So why hadn’tshe texted yet?
Jake bounced from one room in his apartment to the next because he couldn’t settle in one spot. He was too restless, too preoccupied with whether Mabel would tell him to fuck off or ask him to take her out next weekend.
He just hoped she’d tell him soon.
But the minutes dragged by, and his phone stayed silent. He finished a beer and decided against a second one. He did his dishes and was contemplating scrubbing down the kitchen, just to keep his hands busy, when a knock sounded at the door.
His heart leaped. Who else would be showing up at his apartment after midnight? But he didn’t rush to answer, warning himself that it might not be her. It was probably another surprise Milo visit rather than Mabel on his welcome mat.
He opened the door to find Mabel on his welcome mat, one corner of her mouth kicked up in a smile.
“My turn,” she said without preamble, walking over his threshold and kicking the door shut behind her. She wasted no time shucking her coat and pulling her shirt up and over her head, dropping both to the floor.
“I’m not seeing Aiden.” She shimmied out of her tiny skirt. It joined the rest of her clothes. “I’m not seeing anyone. Because all I can think about is you. Every morning, you. Every night, you.”
She was repeating his words from earlier as she unwrapped the stripy scarf from around her neck, and then she was standing in front of him in an ice-blue bra and those hot-as-fuck boots, blond hair slipping over her shoulders. No underwear, of course, because he’d torn them off her eager body a few hours ago. All the blood rushed from Jake’s head straight to his dick. He’d never seen anything hotter in his life than Mabel Bowen standing almost naked in his living room.
“You’re right; I’m tired of fighting it. You’re what I want.”
She pushed him back until he bumped into the living room wall. Her hands, cold from the November night, pushed under his shirt, dragging it up his torso as her fingers skimmed along his skin. He helped her by raising his arms so she could pull it over his head, and she gave a purr of appreciation as she took in his bare chest, trailing a finger over his collarbone and down the ridges of his stomach. Then she dropped to her knees, glanced up at him with a knowing smile, and squeezed his throbbing cock through his jeans.
Nope.Thiswas the hottest thing he’d ever seen: Mabel on her knees in front of him, breasts spilling over the top of her bra, hair wild down her back. And then he stopped thinking entirely because she’d undone his jeans and pushed them low on his hips.
She didn’t tease her way down his stomach or kiss a path up his legs. No, Mabel—his bold, direct Mabel—opened that gorgeous mouth and took in the full, straining length of him, hard and fast and firm.
“Oh fuck, Mabel,” he groaned, reaching forward to twine his fingers through her hair.
He didn’t guide her movements but let her take control as she moved up and down his shaft, sucking and stroking him with her tongue.Fucking finally.After months of imagining this, she was actually here, and it was better than his dirtiest fantasies. She used her hands—warmer now, thank God—to work the base of his cock with a twisting motion as she increased the suction in her eager mouth.
“Fuck, yes. God, that’s good.” He clenched his hands in her silky hair as she hummed her pleasure, and it vibrated along the length of him and straight into his blood as she continued to work. And finally when the heat and the wet and the pressure got to be too much, he gritted out, “Mabel. God, Mabel, I’m so close.”
She paused long enough to smile up at him. “Good.” She curled her tongue around the crown of his cock and increased the suction and speed until Jake’s hands fell from her hair and slammed against the wall, his hips bucking forward as his nerves ignited and he came with a shout. Afterward, his limbs trembled and his veins felt hollow, and he let himself slide down the wall, pulling her with him down to the questionably clean carpet.
They ended up on their sides, facing each other, and Mabel gave him a satisfied grin. “Hello, by the way. May I come in?”
He flopped an exhausted arm around her and pulled her closer so he could kiss her, long and soft and sloppy. “Yes, Mabel. Please come in.”
They didn’t stay on the living room floor for long though, because as Jake’s ability to reason returned, he remembered that this hot woman was practically naked and he’d barely touched her.
Tracing one finger along the skin of her right breast where it met the top of her bra, he asked, “Can you give me a single good reason for us not to spend the rest of the night in bed?”
