Page 110 of Fighting Jacob

I'd be lying if I said the feelings I’ve developed for him aren’t scaring the shit out of me. I’m petrified. I tried not to fall in love with him, but he's just too easy to love. I have no clue where we go from here, but I'm confident I'll enjoy it. If Noah's accident taught me anything, it is to cherish every moment. You're not guaranteed a lifetime. You're not even guaranteed a safe journey, but you could die lonely if you don't realize not everyone is your enemy.

My sloth-like pace into the break-room slows when a familiar voice trickles through my ears. “An entire weekend without seeing my pretty lady made me worried enough to come and check on her, and what do I find? Her staring into space with a goofy look on her face.”

When I turn toward the voice, I’m met with Hank’s smiling face. He’s standing at the end of the bar, wearing a thick coat and the grin of a man much younger than his fifty-seven years.

“Did you miss me?” I saunter toward him, my earlier concerns about a broken pussy a forgotten memory.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say ‘miss.’ More like I couldn’t figure out why a nagging voice wasn’t yapping in my ear every five minutes. It’s been peaceful.”

“Peaceful enough you had to track me down?”

Hank chuckles before holding his hands out in defeat. “I got used to having you around. Kill me.” His expression takes on a serious note. “Where did you disappear to, anyway?”

I freeze as guilt makes itself known in my gut. I completely forgot to tell him Noah is awake. “Noah woke up Saturday morning.”

Thankfully Hank is precisely the man you'd expect him to be. “That’s great news. How is he? Are there any side effects?”

I shake my head. “Not as far as the specialist can tell. It’s as if he woke up from a nap.”

“That’s one long-ass nap.”

I laugh. “Yeah, it is.”

After squeezing my hand, he makes his way to the exit. “Now that I’ve seen you're okay with my own two eyes, I better get a wiggle on.”

“Can I get you a beer or something first?” I feel incredibly guilty he came all the way to Erkinsvale to check on me, so the least I can do if offer him a drink.

"Nah, I'm good. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He takes another three steps before spinning around to face me. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

Smiling, I nod. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

With a smile as big as mine, he breaks through the back entrance of Pete’s. I check the coast is clear before slipping my phone out of my pocket. Although Noah is now awake, old habits die hard—especially when it comes to this man.

Me: Hank’s gym tomorrow?

Jacob’s reply has me making a mental note to sign up for yoga classes.

Jacob: Are you going to wear those little pink gym shorts you usually work out in?

My smile competes with the moon.

Me: Maybe...

Jacob: Then I’ll be there.

I do a jig on the spot while my fingers fly over the screen of my phone.

Me: See you bright and early tomorrow morning.

Jacob: I look forward to it.

For the rest of my shift, I smile like the cat who swallowed the canary. It’s been three months since Jacob and I worked out together, and for some stupid reason, I’m looking forward to the pain. I guess it’s the equivalent of bedding a man with a cock as large as Jacob’s. The gain will always exceed the pain.

When I hop into bed later that night, I’m prepared for another night of tossing and turning, but to my surprise, I instantly fall asleep. It’s a peaceful sleep... until my phone starts hollering.

“Hello.” The huskiness in my voice has nothing to do with just waking up, and everything to do with being disturbed. I could have slept the day away without an ounce of guilt.

“Shall I come over and personally wake you?” The sexual innuendo in Jacob’s tone has my pussy pulsating, but I’ve got an hour of vigorous activities to tackle before we can slip back between the sheets.

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