Unless Axel’s magic doesn’t work.
Nope. I wasn’t going there. It had to because we deserved a fucking break. It was a risk taking Jake’s dad to see Axel, because there was always the chance that somehow Xen would find out, and I had no good reason to take John into Rys’s territory. We’d probably only get one shot at doing this, so we had to be prepared.
So instead of moping around the house waiting for Jake to get back from his non-date, I set about making a list of everything I needed to do to make sure tomorrow was a success.
The soundof Jake’s car pulling up outside had me racing up the stairs, pulling my T-shirt off as I went. I hesitated on the landing. My room or Jake’s?
For whatever reason, we always seemed to end up in his. It still had a lingering trace of both of us in there, so that’s where I headed. By the time I heard the front door open and close, I was already naked and climbing into the middle of his bed.
He didn’t shout for me.
Didn’t say anything.
I listened as he kicked off his shoes and hung up his coat, taking his time. I grinned, knowing full well he was doing it on purpose. Two could play at that game.
I got comfy against his pillows and took my cock in hand, already hard at the thought of him walking in and seeing me like this. I gave myself a lazy stroke, biting my lip to keep in a groan. The creak of the stairs sent a tingle of anticipation down my spine, each footstep pushing my pulse to race that little bit faster until Jake appeared in the doorway.
He stood there watching me, gaze darkening until the blue had almost disappeared. I let him look his fill until I’d had enough of him being so far away. Just because we couldn’t touch, didn’t mean I wanted him on the other side of the room.
I wanted to feel the warmth of his skin, smell his scent as it surrounded me, and hear every moan and hitched breath up close and personal. “Get over here.” Scooting over, I made room for him and patted the space beside me.
“I didn’t actually think you’d be naked,” he said, swallowing thickly and walking towards me, clothes disappearing with each step.
I laughed. “Yeah, you did.”
His grin had a wildness to it, a telltale sign that his wolf was near the surface. “Maybe.”
Finally naked himself, he crawled onto the bed. “Don’t stop,” he murmured, looking at my hand still wrapped loosely around my cock but not moving.
I didn’t need telling twice.
I started up a slow, teasing glide at the same time that Jake slid his hands around my ankles. He spread my legs wide enough to settle between them, thumbs rubbing lazy circles while his eyes met mine.
Fuck me, I never thought my feet were an erogenous zone, but with Jake looking at me like that as his warm palms slid over my skin, I felt it deep in my belly. A dark, pulsing need that only got sharper, more intense, as he felt his way over my calves, my knees, finally coming to a stop on my lower thighs.
I ached for him to go higher, to slide those strong, sure fingers up to wrap around mine. But that wasn’t a possibility, so I went for the next best thing. “Touch yourself.”
Sitting back on his heels, he wrapped his hand around his cock, matching my rhythm stroke for stroke. I stared, bottom lip caught between my teeth, torn between watching his fingers glide along his hard length or the tension in his jaw and naked heat in his eyes as he looked at me.
The scent of sex danced in the air, a mixture of mine and Jake’s and I breathed it in, greedy for the confirmation that we were in this together. Every inhale an exquisite torture, both giving me what I craved, yet teasing me with what we couldn’t quite have.
I’d take it though, take it a thousand times over having nothing.
“Close,” Jake breathed, tipping his head back and exposing his throat, and I growled, the sound echoing around the room.
My jaw ached with the urge to grab him and bite down, to make him mine in the most primal way, and it took everything I had to push it back down and tear my gaze away from his throat.
“Fuck.” Jake’s whole body stiffened, hand tightening around his cock as he came with a ragged groan, spilling over my thigh again and again.
The scent hit me a second later and I was done.
Back arching, my orgasm barrelled through me, blindly reaching for Jake’s free hand, I held on tight as wave after wave of pleasure swept through me. If this was how it felt when we could only watch each other, Goddess knew how I’d survive if we ever got the chance totouchagain.
Wrung out and breathless, I relaxed into Jake’s pillow, our only point of contact where I still held his hand.
It was enough.
It had to be.
Silence filled the room, our laboured breaths slowly returning to normal.
Jake glanced down at the mess he’d made of me. “I should clean that up.” He didn’t want to. I didn’t need to be a shifter to see the reluctance in every part of him.
I understood. There was nothing I wanted more than to roll around in Jake’s sheets, bask in the heady scent of sex andus,but we couldn’t risk it. Not now, not when there was a chance that we might get the breakthrough we so desperately needed.
Taking the matter out of his hands, I sat up and eased myself to the edge of the bed. “Let’s shower and then meet downstairs where it doesn’t smell of sex.”
“Yeah, okay.” With a heavy sigh and a longing look at my sticky thighs, Jake climbed off the bed and headed for his bathroom.
He might feel despondent now, but hopefully that would change when I told him about Axel and what I wanted to do tomorrow.
