“We do not have private looks and secret conversations!” Nel laughs.
“Yes, you do,” Rhiannon, Hen, Cami, and Lisa all say in almost perfect unison.
I look at the men in the room, all looking decidedly blank. I turn to Nel as she turns to me and we lock eyes, her smile growing and mine following suit.
“See!” Rhiannon points at us accusingly.
We both laugh and I squeeze her thigh. Harry is watching us closely his lips quirking up slightly as his sister laughs and kicks gently at Rhiannon’s leg. My heart is full.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“I will actually suffocate you.”
NEL
"Exactly how drunk are you?” Jake asks me as we come through our hotel room door.
“Could probably complete a crossword, shouldn’t drive a car,” I answer.
“Good enough for me.” He spins me so my back is to the door and pushes himself against my body, his mouth sealing over mine with barely restrained need. Jake pushes my coat from my shoulders and pulls at my dress so the hem goes from a very respectful knee length to a very revealing, barely covering my pussy length. While his lips trail along my cheek and jaw, his fingers knead at the back of my thighs. I yank his coat off him and tug at his shirt until it untucks from his jeans, my nails find the bare skin of his abs and scrape over the hard ridges, revelling in the way his muscles tremble at my touch.
“You look so fucking good in this dress,” he growls against my neck as his hands skim over my hips and waist up to my breasts where he pulls down the wrap around front so my sapphire satin bra is on full display. “Fuck,” he sighs. “Your tits.”
“You can, if you want.” I smirk at him. There’s a tingling under my skin as I wait in anticipation for him to keep touching me, kissing me.
He raises a single dark eyebrow at me. “Duly noted.”
Kissing the swell of my breasts, he pulls my dress up to my waist and sinks to his knees. He unzips and pulls off each of my boots, then the socks I wore underneath before he painfully slowly traces the tips of his fingers from my ankle to my knees. I giggle and let out a very unsexy snort when he tickles behind my knee. He chuckles when I slap my hand over my mouth to try and catch the sound.
“That is the cutest noise.”
“Shut up.”
Placing featherlight kisses on the inside of my thighs, he hooks one knee from behind and places it over his shoulder, opening me up for him. He buries his nose in the apex of my thighs where my underwear covers me and breathes me in.
“Mmmm, you’re so wet for me,” he rumbles.
“Hard not to be when you’re on your knees for me.”
He hooks his finger in my satin panties and pulls them to one side so I’m completely exposed to him. Placing light kisses to my outer lips, he teases me by avoiding all the areas I want him to touch. I thread my fingers through his thick hair and try grinding myself into his mouth, but he holds steady.
“So impatient, little elf.”
“You’re killing me, Jake. Please.”
“Hm, please what?”
“Please…just, please,” I whine.
“Tell me what you want, Nel. You know how this works.”
“Eurgh,” I grunt in frustration. It only makes him look up at me with those whiskey eyes and Elvis smile, making my need pulse straight to my clit. “Lick me,” I moan. “Make me come, Jake. Please.”
Just when I think he’s going to give me what I want, he removes my leg from his shoulder, stands, and pulls my dress completely off so I’m left in my cute, matching bra and panties. Taking my hand, he leads me to the bed and then starts unbuttoning his shirt. I watch with avid fascination as each inch of skin is revealed. He has a light dusting of dark hair on his chest and not an ounce of fat on him. Everything is lean muscle and lightly tanned skin. When his shirt is off, he removes his black leather belt, making a satisfying wisp as it slides through the loops. He unbuttons his jeans but doesn’t unzip them and kicks off his shoes before removing his socks. He climbs onto the bed, resting his head in the centre of the pillows.
“Come sit on my face, little elf.”
I blanche. “Absolutely not.”
