Page 13 of Winter's Surprise
“Is there still a man?” Janey asked.
Michelle pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the screen. “Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. Is there still a man today? If so, tell me all about him! What does he look like? Have you kissed? Is he a good kisser? Is his schlong thick? Long? Small? Oh, God! I hope it’s not small. Is it small?”
Michelle draped her arm over her eyes and groaned. It was six thirty-seven in the morning, and Janey was asking for a rundown on Jake. On a Sunday.
Taking a deep breath as to not yell at her very pregnant friend, she calmed herself down. “Janet McCleod, I love you. Be thankful I love you, because anyone else who calls me at this ungodly hour on a weekend without an actual emergency wouldn’t hear from me again. At the moment, I am not thinking of—him—so as to torture you as much as you are torturing me at this moment. Good. Bye.”
Michelle pressed end on her screen, put her phone to mute and rolled over. She hoped she could fall right back into the dream she woke up from. She and Jake had been soaking in a large tub as his hands explored her body. That incessant ringing had pulled her out of her dream just as his think fingers reached the slick folds between her legs.
Her skin was shiny with sweat, and her nipples puckered tight with need. Michelle squeezed her legs tight as she recalled the dream. She cursed her friend for her eagerness to learn more about Jake.
Jake.
She wondered if his muscles were as smooth and tight as they felt against her bare back as they had in her dream. Were there any tattoos to explore along his skin? Would his dick stretch her dusty and underused core?
At the thought, her fingers skimmed down her exposed stomach. With her eyes shut, she imagined the rough pads of Jake’s fingers moving down and under her panties. They teased her lips first and then her opening before working her with one and then two of his thick fingers.
Ding.
Her tablet chimed from across the room, pulling her from her sexy thoughts. She removed her hands and pulled her gown down roughly. Her clit throbbed painfully as it begged for relief—relief that she hoped to receive from Jake.
They’d only kissed thus far. Seeing as she’d just met him, this was her norm. Too bad Jake wasn’t. He was different—someone who would shatter her in and out of bed. In bed, she looked forward to it. It was the out of the bed part that squeezed her chest.
Jake was a heartbreaker. Not that he would set out to do it, but it would still happen. She couldn’t get the man out of her head. The way he was knitting himself around her heart was terrifying. He didn’t just have looks or a body to rival every man in town. No, he was smart, funny, and kind. His witty sarcasm kept her on her toes and left her with stitches in her side.
Jake Smith would most definitely shred her heart to bits and pieces.
The problem was she was addicted. She wanted, no, needed more time with him. Thankfully, he seemed to need the same thing. Before their scorching kiss against her car, they’d agreed to meet today for tubing. Michelle had also offered to make lunch before Jake would drive them there.
This was why Michelle needed sleep. Time would only creep by until then. If only she could relax…
Her mind drifted back to the dream and the feel of his lips across her neck. Images of what she wanted to feel with Jake floated around her head… his lips trailing kisses down her chest until he licked and sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth and then the other… hands pulling her hips against him so she could feel his solid length against her center… Jake ravishing her mouth before pulling her up along his body until she straddled his face and rode wave after wave of ecstasy at his command.
All the images and fantasies wound her tight. Her fingers roamed into the front of her panties, across her throbbing clit, and toward the dampness at her opening. Moving the material aside, Michelle ran her fingertips through her slickness. She pressed her heels into the mattress and let her knees fall apart.
Needing to find her release, her fingers grazed the bud of nerves. She worked herself until stars sprang in her eyes and a cry tore from her throat. Her chest rose and fell in quick succession. As good as it felt to come, Michelle found herself as wound as she was before.
Rolling onto her stomach, she let out a strangled, “Fuck!”
She had been alone for a very long time now, with only her fingers, vibrator, and imagination to get her through the lonely nights. Never before had an orgasm not taken off the edge. It seemed that Jake broke her.
Once her breathing slowed, Michelle forced herself to her feet. She took a hot shower in hopes it would loosen the knots in her back. When that didn’t work, her bare feet padded into the kitchen, hoping cooking would do the trick.
Michelle put her face in her hands. “What has he done to me?”
“You can hang your coat in here,” Michelle told Jake as she opened the closet near the front door. She watched him grab a hangar and hang his coat. Today he wore a white, long-sleeved thermal and faded jeans. His jeans hung off his waist, and she couldn’t help but notice the way they wrapped around a nicely shaped ass.
“Like what you see?” Jake asked with a mischievous smile.
Michelle’s face burned with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe he caught her staring. “It seems you have a nice ass.”
Jake turned to face her. He took three short strides, and she found herself pressed against a wall in her foyer. His hands dove into the hair at the sides of her head, and his eyes bore into hers. “I’m glad you think so. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your nice everything either.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, even against my better judgment.” His whispered confession came out raspy, filled with what Michelle guessed was a mix of lust and grief.
