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“What time is it?” Her voice is a little raspy in the morning, and God help me, I love that too. It seems like I find more to love about her every moment I’m in her presence. Once she sits up, I hand her the coffee.

“Come, I made you breakfast.” She sips with a smile and rises to follow me to the table. I can tell she’s surprised at the spread. She pauses mid-sip and stares at the table with wide eyes.

“You can cook too? Is there anything you aren’t good at?” I chuckle and pull her chair out, piling a plate high with pancakes and setting a bottle of warmed syrup and some butter within easy reach. The bacon is on a platter in the center, and she helps herself. Biting into a perfectly crisp strip and humming in pleasure.

“This is delicious, Jake. Thank you.” We eat in relative silence, just enjoying each other’s company, and she helps with the dishes after.

“Since we both have the day off, do you want to spend it together?” Abby asks. I press a kiss to her syrupy-sweet lips and smile.

“I’d love that. What do you have in mind?” She looks a little lost in thought for a moment before throwing me a grin.

“Can I photograph you?”

“You want to photograph me? Really?” She nods enthusiastically. I don’t think that I’m model material, but I’ll do it if it makes her happy. “Sure, why not,” I agree, and she moves to her bedroom to grab her equipment.

Abby has a window seat with sheer white curtains and black pillows. She instructs me to remove my shirt and sit on the cushions while she finds the perfect setting to capture the light and shadows. A few moments later, she positions me at an angle and pulls one bare foot up, forcing me to bend my knee and lean it against the window. She props my left arm over my raised knee – “to show off your tattoos!” – and has me turn my torso just enough to give a clear shot of my bare chest and the ink there.

As the morning wanes, she snaps dozens of photos, instructing me to change positions or expressions and putting her hands all over me to position me just how she wants. She can’t keep her hands to herself. The next time she comes over to reposition me, I grab her around the waist and flip her around so she’s pressed against the window. I take the camera from her hand and set it safely on top of her little bookshelf, and then dive in for a kiss.

I run my hand over the curve of her waist before slipping it into her sleep shorts and brushing against her wet heat. She’s always ready for me. I slip two fingers inside, relishing the feeling of her clenching around me. I feather kisses down her neck before moving lower. I pull her top up over her small breasts and take one pink nipple between my lips, nibbling a bit. She moans and digs her hand into my hair, pushing her chest against my face. I move my attention to the other nipple as I continue pumping my fingers in and out of her body.

“Jake, please,” she moans again and thrusts her hips harder against my fingers. I pull off her breast with a pop and move down further, slipping her shorts off her thighs before dropping to my knees and pulling her to the edge of the window seat. I push her knees apart and litter her creamy thighs with kisses and soft bites before swiping my tongue against her opening, tasty her musky sweetness. Goosebumps break out along her thighs, and she moans, high and desperate, pushing her hips hard into my face. My stomach clenches at the thought of her taking control and riding my face. I pull back for a moment and lay back on the rug, pulling her with me. She sits on my stomach, confused for a moment.

“What…” I grip her around the thighs and pull her up until her pussy is positioned over my face. I grab her ass and push her down onto my mouth, shoving my tongue roughly inside of her. She squeaks but takes the hint and starts gyrating her hips, moaning as I suck at her swollen bud and dive into her dripping hole. I slap her hard on the ass, once, and that sets her off. She digs her fingers into my hair and starts slamming, dripping cunt onto my tongue over and over again until she shudders and screams her pleasure above me, flooding my mouth with her juices. I reach down into my boxers and jerk my cock a few times, and my orgasm slams into me hard and fast.

Abby slides down and kisses me before resting her head on my chest. We lay there for a while, basking in the glow.

“Abby?” I ask quietly. She glances up at me, and I press a kiss to her forehead. “Will you be my girlfriend?” A pretty smile blossoms on her face.

“Absolutely. I’d be a fool to pass that up. I mean, you cook and clean and fuck like a beast.” I choke on air, and she cackles before jumping up and running for the shower. I chase after her, feeling happier than I have in a very long time.

5

Abby

Before I know it, three weeks have passed; three incredible weeks with a sweet, amazing man. He’s so mature for his age, and sometimes it’s hard to believe he’s only nineteen. He’s lovely and attentive and so damn talented at everything he does. I found out he loves to draw, and so in exchange for allowing me to photograph him, I let him draw me. We click fantastically.

Shay and I just got a new litter of German Shepherd puppies in; they’re all long-haired, chunky little balls of fluff. We are on the floor of the playpen giving belly rubs and watching them run and wrestle when the door chimes. I glance over my shoulder at the entrance and see Jake standing there with a tray of coffee. I grin and hop to my feet, moving out of the pen to greet him properly. I lean in to kiss him hello when I get a strong whiff of my soy vanilla latte, and my stomach turns. I stop and swallow hard, but my stomach just clenches again, and I can feel my breakfast threatening to shoot back up my throat. I clap a hand over my mouth and spin on my heel, making a run for the bathroom in the back.

“Abs?” Jake yells after me. I hear Jake handing off the drinks to Shay as he runs after me. I slam through the bathroom door and drop to my knees, emptying my stomach into the toilet. Jake gathers my hair, holding it out of the way and rubbing my back in soothing circles.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

“Yeah,” I groan and stand to rinse out my mouth. “I must be getting the flu or something.”

Shay appears in the doorway, looking at me through my reflection in the mirror. “You’re pale, Abs. You should go home and rest,” Shay says. I have to agree with her; I do feel light-headed. Thank goodness my stomach seems to have settled for now, though.

“I’ll walk you home. I just have to run next door and let them know I’ll be late getting back from my break,” Jake says and moves back to the front of the shop before I can stop him. I sigh; he’s stubborn, so I know telling him he doesn’t need to walk with me won’t do any good. I look at Shay, and she’s grinning.

“He is so protective of you.” She laughs and slings an arm through mine, leading me to sit down in the back. “I’ll grab your purse for you; just relax until he gets back. Do you want your coffee?” My nose scrunches in disgust, my stomach quivering at the thought of smelling that again.

“No. Actually, can you dump it outside? The smell is what got me.” Shay stares at me for a moment.

“Are you sure you aren’t pregnant?” She cackles at my glare and goes to dispose of the coffee.

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The walk to my apartment is quiet. Jake keeps his arm around me and has my handbag slung across his back. He’s babying me, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying it just a bit. I’m usually the one in charge of things around me – the most independent of my sisters – except Riley, of course. It’s nice to have someone take care of me for a change. He takes me into my apartment and leads me to the sofa. I sit and watch as he rushes around, grabbing pillows and a blanket, a bottle of water, some Tylenol, and a packet of crackers. He bundles me up and lays the spread on the coffee table in easy reach.

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