Page 34 of Lost on Ice
“Great.” Her smile softens. “Mom’s new arthritis medication is really helping her, and Dad’s doing really well. He actually lost some weight, which has helped with his diabetes. I’m just glad we’re all able to take time just to be together now that the rink is in a good place..”
I listen, smiling to everything she says. I’m so happy for her. Happy that she’s been able to build a life that she can call her own and be proud of. I hope I can do the same thing someday…
Somehow.
Later in the evening, after Sophie has fallen asleep in my bed, I decide to take a bath to try and relax. My mind is buzzing with thoughts of Jake, making it impossible to sleep.
Once the tub is full with hot water and bubbles, I sink into it, sighing in relief as I submerge myself to my chest.
After a few minutes, I realize that this isn’t going to help me relax either.
I just can’t get him off my mind. I remember all those little moments when we were hooking up when I thought maybe we could be more. When we’d cuddle together after sex and talk before falling asleep. When he’d gaze into my eyes with such tender affection, it made my heart ache.
No matter how much I tried not to want him, I did and I know I always will.
Frustration pulsing through me, I can’t stop the memories from the night of the wedding as they break through and flood my thoughts. Heat floods through me, but it has nothing to do with the water.
Biting my bottom lip, I slide my hand down my torso and between my legs. As I touch myself, I think about his big body moving over mine, driving in and out of me over and over again. The way his tongue caressed my skin and his lips moved against mine.
How he said my name in his deep, rumbling voice.
“Abbie…”
Pleasure consumes me, blinding me to everything but him.
God, the night of the wedding… he was so dominating. So rough and yet so tender. No man has ever worked my body the way he can. Has never forced pleasure out of me the way he’s able to.
He’d thrown me down on the bed after stripping my dress from me. I can still remember the blazing hunger in his eyes when he’d stared down at me, slowly removing his tie before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscle-packed chest that I wanted to sink my teeth into.
He hadn’t been gentle, but I didn’t want him to be.
“You can’t get enough of this, can you?”he growled in my ear as he pinned my arms over my head and slammed his cock into me.“You love getting fucked hard.”
“Fuck, yes,”I’d hissed.
Leaning my head back against the edge of the tub, I let out a soft moan as I rub my clit in tight little circles, wishing it was his hand between my legs. That he was here in the bath with me, his muscled body wet and hot and mine to touch however I like.
“Jake,” I gasp, licking my lips. “Fuck… please…”
He’d smirk down at me and slip a finger inside me, so that’s what I do. He’d pump it in and out of me, faster and faster,harder and harder. I mimic what he’s doing in my mind with my own hand and push myself closer to the edge of release.
It’s not enough—it’s not him—but I’m still growing desperate as I move my hand harder and faster. My core is pulsing with need. Closer, closer… Jake’s grinning, his eyes hot and hungry.
Shit, shit, shit!
I go crashing over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me. I press my lips together to keep from crying out, remembering that Sophie is asleep a few doors away.
When I come back to earth, I let out a long breath and sink deeper into the tub.
Oh, damn. That just happened. I’m in deep… way too deep. And these feelings I have for this guy are not going to go away easily, no matter how much I desperately want them to.
Chapter Thirteen
JAKE
Why the hellis it so hard to find a place to live in this town?
Really, it shouldn’t be this hard, but it’s been a week, and I still haven’t found a place of my own. Carter and Sophie have given me one of their guest rooms to continue to stay in, but it’s just a temporary fix. After all, they’re expecting another baby, and they’re still fucking like rabbits every day.
