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It’s a rare treat being awake before Jake. His arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me against his firm body. His hard cock is pressing against my ass, causing moisture to pool between my legs. I manage to lift his arm and turn to face him.

His beard was expertly trimmed before he left for Atlanta but is starting to grow in now. I gently run my hand against his jaw, loving the feel of his facial hair against my palm.

He exhales loudly at my touch. It’s almost as if he’s affected by my touch even when in slumber. He turns and lies on his back, his eyes still closed. He’s shirtless, his pectoral muscles and chiseled abs on full display. I run a hand across his wide chest, down his sternum and stomach.

He lets out a soft moan, and when he opens his eyes, our gazes lock.

“Hey, princess,” he croaks as my hand reaches its destination. Unable to wait another second, I lean down and touch my lips to his. It’s like lighting a match on gasoline. My tongue is in his mouth immediately, entangled with his.

Taking full advantage of the fact that he’s now lying on his back, I climb on top of him. His hand lands on the back of my head, pressing my mouth against his, deepening the kiss. I hear myself moan before I break the kiss and stick my face to the side of his neck. I leave wet kisses along his neck and jawline, licking my way down to his chest where I bite one of his nipples.

“Shit, baby,” I hear him moan as he makes quick work of taking my little shorts off. I’m loathed to remove my lips from his body, but I must to pull the camisole off my body, leaving me completely nude.

I attack his mouth again as one of his large hands cups my breast, squeezing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I feel him getting harder, and I reach down and slide my hand inside his underwear, filling my hand with his firm cock.

Taking me by surprise, he flips me over, landing on top of me. He kicks off his boxers, freeing his dick. He covers my body with his, and his dick lands on my stomach.

“I want this in my mouth.” I stroke it and I’m rewarded with pre-cum oozing from his tip. I swipe it with my thumb, bring my thumb to my mouth, and slowly suck it, flicking the tip with my tongue.

“I haven’t been inside of you for almost a week. If you go anywhere near my dick with your mouth, this is going to be over way too soon.”

“So? We have all afternoon. All night. Tomorrow.” I try to flip him over, so I can climb back on top, but he’s too strong. Instead of allowing me to take control, he kisses me roughly and deftly spreads my legs apart. Without ever breaking the kiss, he holds my arms over my head with just one hand and spreads my pussy lips apart with the other and slides two fingers inside of me. Just as I did to him earlier, he breaks the kiss and looks me in the eye while slowly licking his fingers. After he gets his fill, he slides the fingers in my mouth, ordering me to taste myself. He kisses me, his fingers still in my mouth, both of us tasting me.

“See how good you taste, princess? You feel even better.” In one long stroke, he fills me completely. Both of my hands end up in his hair as we kiss. He’s big and despite being wet, it takes me some time to adjust underneath him. He waits for me to be ready, his eyes searching my face for any signs of discomfort. I give him a small nod letting him know I’m ready. He kisses my cheeks, eyes, and lips. He still hasn’t moved. I open my legs wider, thrusting my hips.

“Look at me, baby.” I look up and meet his dark brown eyes. “I love you so fucking much. You’re everything, Dee. My girl, my heart, my love. My heaven. This right here,” he gives me one deep thrust. “This is heaven.”

CHAPTER 35

SANDY

“Heaven, I’m in heaven.” Jake sings the old Frank Sinatra song, pressing his cheek to mine and spinning me around in my bathroom. When he no longer remembers the words, he hums.

“Sinatra?”

“My parents are huge fans. When we were growing up, mom would all make us take turns dancing with her in the living room.” He spins me around and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

“That sounds amazing. I love hearing about your life as a kid.”

“I had a great childhood. I can’t complain about a thing growing up with my parents. What about you? Your mom’s scary, but you and Tash are immune to it.”

I slap his butt. “My mom is amazing. You’re just a wimp. My childhood was good. I have very few memories of my dad since I was so young when he died. My mom worked a lot, but we had extended family around. Tash was like a second mom, but I have cousins closer to my own age.” We walk out of the bathroom and I look through my closet for clothes as Jake looks through his suitcase for something to wear.

After an afternoon and evening of lovemaking, and we’re finally leaving my house to go out to breakfast.

“How did he die, baby? I’m sure he was young.”

“He was. He was only thirty-eight. You know, my mom would never tell me how he died. I grew up never knowing. Talking about my dad wasn’t taboo, but no one ever discussed the details of his death, but one day when I was about twelve, I asked Tash. He was diagnosed with ALS. When he learned what it was, he killed himself. My mom found his body.”

In a second, he’s across the room and holding me in his arms.

“I’m okay. Like I said, we talk about him all the time, just not about that. Tash swore me to secrecy. And she only found out because our aunt, my father’s sister, told her. Mama has no idea we know. If she did, my aunt would have to go into hiding.” As he’s putting on a pair of jeans, I put on a white maxi dress with pink edging at the bottom. I return to the bathroom and unbraid my French braids, leaving my hair in loose waves. I grab a floral headband, put it on and add some light makeup.

Jake’s phone rings for the fourth time in twenty minutes, and he curses at the interruption.

“You should get it. Maybe it’s Luke calling about the dogs.”

“Nah,” he says as he walks towards his phone. “We texted while you were sleeping. The dogs are all set until later, and Luke’s on his way to the airport. He’s going to California for a few days.” His jaw clenches when he says California, but I don’t ask. Obviously, something happened when Luke barged in on us a few weeks ago, but Jake hasn’t mentioned it. He finally reaches for the phone, clearly irritated by the interruption. “It’s my dad.”

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