Page 71 of Lost on Ice
“What was that?”
“The start of your reward,” I tell her, setting my seat all the way back so I’m almost lying flat. “Get over here.”
“I don’t understand…”
I grab her around her waist and drag her over the center console until she’s straddling my waist. Before she can gain her bearings, I lie back and yank her up so her knees are around my face.
“Jake!”
I tug her panties aside and drag my tongue through her folds. She’s already so wet… I lap at her, wanting to drive her crazy with pleasure. Her fingers tangle in my hair and she moans, grinding against my face. It’s a bit cramped in the car, but I don’t care. I need to feel her to come on my tongue.
“Oh, my God!” she whimpers. “Don’t stop, Jake! Please!”
I grip her hips, holding her against me. I have no intention of letting her get away from me.
When I find her clit, I wrap my lips around it and start to suck.
“Fuck!” she cries, her body shuddering over me as she hits her peak. Her thighs squeeze around my head and I growl as I lick up everything she has to give me.
Afterward, I pull her onto my lap and hold her.
It feels good.Ifeel good.
We sit there for far longer than I intended. Almost an hour. Admittedly, I didn’t plan any of this. It just happened. But sitting together in the car, under the darkening sky, lit by headlines of other passing vehicles on the road outside the parking lot… it feels good. Like we’re in this big, huge world full of so many tiny and moving pieces, and yet still all alone, just the two of us. It’s hard to describe.
She kisses me, and breaks the silence. “I didn’t realize how bad things really are with your family.”
I sigh and shrug. “Yeah, things aren’t great. Mom had me when she was eighteen. Definitely not planned, and not something she was ready for. Neither was my dad, for that matter.”
“You’ve never really talked about your dad.”
I snort. “There’s a reason for that. I went to visit him when I was younger, and he pretty much left me alone all weekend while he went out to party, so I didn’t bother seeing him again.”
My stomach twists as I remember being a little boy and just wanting my father’s affection, only to be denied it over and over again.
“That’s awful,” she murmurs.
“It wasn’t great,” I agree. “Not that living with Mom was all that much better. When she married Kevin, he made it clear early on that he didn’t give a shit about me. Then, when they started having kids together, the gap only widened — she got to have the kids she wanted, instead of whatever I was to her. My mom had me help raise my siblings, which wasn’t so bad because they were all great kids, until I left for college.”
“And after that…?”
I sigh. “The older ones feel like I abandoned them so they avoid me. It made it even easier for Kevin to turn them against me with his bullshit.The two youngest still like me … so I’ve got that, at least.”
“I’m sorry you had to live like that,” she whispers. Then, more firmly. “But fuck it! You don’t need to put up with the bullshit your mom and stepdad give you. You aresomuch better than that.”
She kisses me, and then we stare up at the moon together. I feel a wave of warmth and gratitude toward her. I can’t remember the last time someone stood up for me as fiercely as she did. Come to think of it, I don’t think anyone ever has. I’ve always been more embarrassed about my home life than anything else. Growing up, I felt worthless. Not good enough. And I was terrified that if my friends knew the truth, they would think of me the same way my parents did.
I really don’t think that fear ever left me. Not until today.
“I’m glad you’re on my side,” I tell her. “I couldn’t ask for a fiercer defender.”
She arches a teasing brow. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you. Even if youdoactually break a leg someday.”
Grinning, I brush a lock of hair off her face and caress my thumb along her cheek.
“I have no doubt about that,” I murmur.
Chapter Twenty-Three
