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“Then answer my question.”
“You didn’t ask one,” I moaned, grinding against his pelvic bone, searching for the friction his thumb took with it. His hands flew to my waist, keeping me flush against his body, unable to move.
He smirked. “Will you move in with me?”
His grip on my hips was punishing, the inability to move even worse.
Fuck it.
“Fine,” I gritted, widening my legs to get closer to him.
“Fine?”
“Fine, yes…” He thrust up hard, filling me completely while his finger and thumb pinched my clit. I screamed, “Yes!”
“Good girl,” he praised.
One word, one acceptance, and he changed his speed, violently pumping up into me as he used his grip on my hips to slam me down, far harder than the doctor probably okayed him for.
But he didn’t care. He was a wild animal, bucking and cursing under me. It was rough and dirty and everything we had needed for weeks. The barrier between pain and pleasure was non-existent as my legs trembled, my arms trembled, fuck, even my eyelids trembled as heat exploded into me, and my climax took charge like an out-of-body experience. White stars prickled the darkness behind my eyes, and tingles danced to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes, an emotion that was so overwhelmingly powerful, tears stung my eyes.
Jake’s strong arms banded across my back, pulling me to his chest as he roared his release, his thrusts long and slow as he spilled himself inside me. Our heavy breathing filled the room as he kept my sweat-slicked chest to his, palms running up and down my spine.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said, nipping the skin between my shoulder and my neck.
My heart squeezed the same way it did every time he spoke those little words.
“I love you too.”
Chapter forty-two
Stevie
Aspredicted,Jakeoverexertedhimself, needing to take painkillers, then dozed off in his post-coital bliss while I showered. For two months, we were undisturbed in his apartment. After Jake was discharged from the hospital, Alex returned to our place, taking Rocky with him. As much as they wanted to stay longer, Chris and Nate had left to go back to their home too.
To say Will had been pissed was an understatement. He went nuclear when Monday morning arrived, and Monica had found the key to his door in the lock. My phone had blown up with text messages, voicemails, and so many missed calls that I didn’t bother to charge it when it died.
If Alex or Chris needed us, they had Jake’s number. But today, my bubble burst as Alex called to say he was coming over.
Standing in the kitchen, I leaned against the counter and sipped on my coffee as the elevator door dinged. Alex’s boots echoed in the hallway until he entered the doorway, and I almost choked on my drink.
The usual dark Henley and jeans Alex was gone, and in his place was a man in a made-to-measure Hugo Boss grey chequered suit, polished black leather shoes and belt, and he even wore a fucking tie. His hair was slicked back rather than the standard artistic dishevelled look he normally had it in.
He looked good.
“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong apartment, sir,” I said with an appraising whistle. Alex tugged on the cuffs of one sleeve and pushed off the doorjamb.
“Bit much?”
“That depends. Is one of your bed notches finally dragging your ass to court for child support?” I laughed. “I told you your slutty ways would come to bite you in the ass.”
He shivered. “Fuck, Stevie baby, don’t even joke about that.” He went to rub the back of his neck, but corrected himself before he did. I narrowed my eyes at him as he cleared his throat and gestured to the dining table.
“You were summoned,” he said, unbuttoning his jacket and taking the seat opposite me. “Will wasn’t exactly thrilled at hearing about our antics at the warehouse, and he was out for blood.”
I nodded, sitting my mug on the table and wrapping my hands around it.
“And you’re my arresting officer?”
