Page 21 of Worthy Now
“Right here will do,” he says before he pulls his shirt over his head to reveal his muscular chest and the drool-worthy set of biceps that goes along with it. Damn it, even the veins in his forearms turn me on. When my attention drifts to the impressive bulge tenting the gray sweats that hang low on his hips; I lick my lips in anticipation. Sweet baby Jesus, he’s a walking wet dream and all mine for the taking. Before I know it, my feet are moving, eager to do his bidding.
The second I’m within reach, he wraps an arm around my midsection and effortlessly lifts me, setting me on the counter in front of him. I shriek when my bare thighs connect with the cold marble, and he silences me with a dizzying kiss, instantly heating me up. I fumble with the drawstrings of his sweatpants before I shove them over his hips and close a fist around his hard, satiny flesh. Jake has a much easier time, considering I’m only wearing one of his oversized T-shirts. I’ll admit I was a little miffed when I discovered my destroyed panties this morning. It didn’t bother me in the heat of the moment, but they had cost me a small fortune. It’s hard to hold a grudge, however, when the person responsible for ruiningyour favorite thong, makes up for it by plunging a thick digit into your clenching pussy.
“Shit, baby. You’re always so wet for me. I know I said I wanted to taste you again, but I really need to get inside you right now.” He gives a pained hiss when I rub the tip of his cock through my wet center before guiding him to my entrance. Jake digs his teeth into his bottom lip and flexes his hips, nudging himself inside me when a loud knock startles me. He ignores the intrusion in favor of kneading my breasts through the thin fabric of his shirt while he forces himself deeper. When the doorbell rings three times in quick succession, he releases a frustrated growl.
“God-fucking-dammit,” he grits out as he withdraws and places some much-needed distance between us. “Why don’t you head on upstairs while I go murder whoever is on the other side of that door?” He looks slightly unhinged, and I can’t help but feel bad for whoever’s about to face his wrath. Even if that someone just cost me what would undoubtedly have been another earth-shattering orgasm. I hop off the counter and shoot him a seductive look.
“You better hurry. I’m not above starting this party without you.” Jake groans and delivers a stinging swat to my ass in passing. Then he strides to the front door, wearing nothing but the sweats that do little to conceal his erection and a menacing scowl.
Thirteen
Jake
Whoever is disturbing me this early on a Saturday morning better have a damn good reason. I swing the door wide, not bothering to hide my irritation and glare at my bothersome visitor.
“Just getting back from a run?” Carter asks, a goofy grin glued to his face as he takes in my disheveled appearance. Having three pairs of underaged eyes directed my way suddenly has me very aware of my state of undress.
“Just about to start my post run workout, actually. I’m feeling rather energetic today. What do you want?”
Carter’s smile morphs into an apologetic frown that marks the beginning of a wordless conversation only people who’ve known each other their whole lives can pull off.
Don’t say it, man. I was two seconds away from sinking into heaven, and you’re about to blow it for me, aren’t you?
I’m so damn sorry, bro.
I hate you so fucking much right now.
I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I wouldn’t be asking if I had another option.
“How long?” I ask out loud, crossing my arms over my chest and making it clear that I’m less than thrilled.
“Not sure. Megan’s in the E.R. after falling down the stairs. She twisted her ankle pretty bad and is waiting for an x-ray. The kids have been running wild at the hospital, and my folks flew out to California this morning.”
Inhaling a deep breath, I resign myself that getting it on with my woman will have to wait a few more hours and step aside to let Nathan and Josie pass.
“You owe me.” I take the baby from his outstretched arms and settle her on my hip. Ariana immediately grabs at my cheeks with her sticky fingers, gazing up at me with a toothy grin. Aaaannnnd, I melt like a block of ice in the desert. “Who’s my favorite girl in the world?” I ask, tickling her little tummy. Her reply comes in the form of a gargled sound and a couple of impressive spit bubbles. “That’s right, princess. You are.”
“Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. I’d appreciate it even more if you could get a handle on your little situation and throw on a shirt, though,” he adds, eyes briefly dipping to my crotch before he leaves me standing on my porch feeling like a total creep, which kind of helps deflate whatever was left of mylittlesituation. “Hey Jake,” he calls out, standing in the open car door.
“What?” I bark, distracted by Ariana’s flailing limbs. That girl can throw a serious haymaker when you least expect it.
“Who are you hiding in there?” Carter wags his eyebrows like a juvenile.
“Fuck off. Go see to your wife, you idiot. The sooner you sort her out, the sooner I can get back to my workout. And tell Megan, Tessa and I hope she feels better soon.”
Carter punches the air with a resounding, “Fuck yeah,” before he gets in his vehicle, leaving me to play babysitter to his children, while a naked and very willing goddess of a woman is waiting for me in my bed. Today is going to be one long, uncomfortable edging session.
Fourteen
Tessa
By the time Jake fires up the grill to start an early dinner, it's late afternoon. Carter texted to let us know they were on their way back, and Jake figured they’d most likely not eaten much, being stuck at the hospital all day.
When the kids also started complaining about their rumbling tummies, an impromptu dinner party was decided. I watch Jake through the patio door leading to the backyard as he expertly flips burgers and hot dogs, all while balancing a baby on his hip like a pro. Every once in a while, Ariana grabs his cheeks to get his attention, and he rewards her by blowing raspberries on her little round Buddha belly. When he did so earlier, she giggled so hard she let loose a series of farts—which made Jake crack up so much he almost dropped the meat plate.
I refocus on the head of romaine lettuce I’m in the process of chopping, and smile to myself as I remember the key moments of the day. The way he chased Nathan and Josie up and down the equipment of the local playground, growling like a rabid bear and making the kids squeal with delight. The imaginary gunfight that left Jake the victim as they all piled on top of him to make sure he was down for the count. That one ended in a giant pile of flailing limbs after Jake miraculously came back to life to tickle his assailants until they cried for mercy.
His horrified expression after Ariana left a surprise in her diaper that had him rejoining our party looking a little green around the gills. How adorable he looked, sitting at the children’s furniture set he apparently built for occasions such as this, decked out in a tiara and more jewelry than Flavor Flav, while he pretended to drink tea from a cup so tiny his palm swallowed it up.
