Shit.
I followed her into her bedroom, standing by the door as I watched her sit on the bed with the rumpled sheets all around her. She looked at me with a confused expression and then quickly realized where my intense glare focused.
She grinned.
“What exactly went down in here, Lily?”
“Oh, what ever do you mean, Jacob?” she mocked in a condescending tone. “I’m a kid remember? We just watched a movie. I was as good as I was when you and I watched the same movie.” She winked and then smiled.
“Let’s try this again. What the fuck happened here?”
She put her finger up to her lips and peered up at the ceiling. “Hmm… well. Steve is my age, he’s not my brother’s best friend, and he has no relationship with my parents… so it doesn’t really matter what happened because it’s not illegal and it’s not wrong, right? Plus he’s perfectly okay with being with me in public,” she sassed, nodding. “Oh, and it’s none of your damn business.”
“What. Happened?” I gritted out, giving her one last chance to come clean. My fists clenched at my sides to the point of pain.
“Nothing that hasn’t happened before.”
And then…
I lost my shit.
Again.
He was over to me in three strides, laying me back on my bed, his huge, muscular frame looming over me.
“And what exactly has happened before, Lillian?” he asked in a tone I didn’t recognize, scaring me and thrilling me in ways that I found it hard to breathe.
I didn’t cower. “I experienced things. You know? The way you wanted me to,” I spitefully answered. “I can show you all the new stuff I’ve learned, see if it’s up to your standards.” I reached up to touch him, but he intercepted my hands, locking my wrists together with one hand, pushing them above my head. I never saw it coming, it happened so fast. He wouldn’t ever let me touch him, and I didn’t understand why.
“Don’t,” he ordered on his last thread.
I didn’t falter. “I can’t tell you how amazing it is to finally know what everyone is talking about. I thought I would never be able to get rid of this ache. Unlike you… he actually gives me what I’m begging for.”
He jerked back like I had slapped him across the face. “Did he fuck you?”
“You don’t have to have sex to have an orgasm, Jacob. His fingers and mouth do just fine.”
I saw it.
The. String. Snapped.
It was as clear as day. His eyes glazed over like a possessed man. His jaw clenched. His appearance hardened in a way that will forever be embedded in my mind. His strong grip suddenly tightened on my wrists, as his body tensed. Before I could process what was happening, he cocked his arm back and slammed his fist on the bed near my head, making me jolt.
“Is that right?” He lifted my dress, exposing my legs and stomach.
“Tell me, baby?” He brushed his fingers around my belly button. “Did he make your eyes roll to the back of your head?” They moved down to my panties. “Did your back arch off the bed?” He gently touched along the edges, swiping his fingers into the elastic and making it snap.
I shuddered.
“Did your thighs clench like they do with me?” Slowly pulling them down, inch by inch, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. The predatory stare in his eyes as he looked at my most sacred area was a memory I’ll take to my grave.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lillian, so goddamn beautiful,” he groaned on the side of my neck as he placed soft kisses down to my cleavage, removing my strapless bra and dress in one swift movement. He tossed it aside, leaving me much more exposed than before. His mouth sucked on my nipple as his hand caressed my other breast. I writhed beneath him, trying to break loose from the grip he still had on my wrists, but I couldn’t.
He was so strong.
So consuming.
So empowering.
I felt him everywhere, every inch of my skin tingling from his touch, all overwhelming and all at once.
I was done for. No one would ever be able to make me feel like this.
Just Jacob.
Only him.
I could feel his erection on my wet core, and he purposely moved his hips, creating a delicious sensation that sent shivers all over my body.
He looked up at me with hooded eyes. “I want to taste you, baby, I want to taste you so fucking bad.”
I moaned in response, sucking in my bottom lip and arching my back for him to do exactly what he was pleading.
“Do not move your arms. Do you understand me?” he ordered against my dry lips.
I nodded, not being able to find words to reply. He let go of my wrists and kissed his way down my body, leaning forward when he was where I wanted him the most. He inhaled my scent and I almost died of embarrassment, but it was quickly replaced by an ache he created when he licked all along my heat.
“Fuck…” he breathed out before taking my bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucking in a forceful yet tender back and forth motion.
I had never felt anything like it before. My breathing became heavy, feeling my chest rise and fall. My legs started to shake, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I had no idea what to do with my hands. I felt like I was going to explode. When I felt his fingers at my opening, I almost died right then and there.
“You’re so fucking tight. Jesus Christ, Lily, what are you doing to me?” he growled in ecstasy.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The way his mouth devoured me and his fingers made love to me was too much for me to control. The room started to spin and my breathing faltered.
I exhaled.
I panted.
I clenched.
I felt like I was coming apart and being ripped open. I couldn’t control my movements let alone my breathing. I made all sorts of noises that seemed foreign coming out of my mouth. The room caved in on me, as spasms consumed my body then constricted, squeezing Jacob’s head so hard that I felt his facial hair in my bones. The sounds that were dripping from his mouth were enough to push me over the edge.
I gasped and screamed out, “Oh my God, Jacob!”
“You are mine. Do you hear me, Lillian? Mine!”
Watching…
Tasting…
Feeling…
Smelling…
Hearing…
Lily came apart, and knowing that I was the cause of it had pre-come dripping down my cock. I rested my forehead on her lower abdomen, both of us desperately trying to catch our bearings. It was just as intense for me as it was for her, the throbbing in my jeans only proving my point, and she didn’t even touch me. I couldn’t have her hands on me. I wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“Shhh…” I whispered, trying to help Lily even out her breathing. I could hear and feel her heart pounding out of her chest. “Shhh… baby…” I repeated, mentally preparing myself for what was to come.
“Jacob,” she coaxed, knowing I needed her encouragement to look at her. I took a deep breath and moved to lie by her side, wiping off her come from my lips and beard.
She was glowing.
I had never seen her look more beautiful than I did at that very moment and it hit me like a ton of fucking bricks.
I was blinded by her.
Consumed by her.
Wrecked by her.
She owned each and every part of me, right down to my soul.
I. Loved. Her.
We stared at each other for I don’t know how long, knowing that as soon as one of us opened our mouths to say something, anything, we would forever lose this moment. Everything would change again and not knowing if it would be good or bad was the hardest pill to swallow.
“Don’t get mad, okay?” she said, breaking the silence between us with a shaky voice.
“Words every man loves to hear, Kid.”
She nervously laughed. “I love you.”
I wanted to say it so fucking bad, it was right there on the tip of my tongue, dying and pleading to come out
.
I couldn’t.
It would only make things worse, if it were even possible at that point.
“I lied to you.”
“Excuse me?” I replied, confused.
She hesitated for a few seconds before saying, “I wanted it to be you, Jacob. I just wanted it to be you.”
My eyes widened and my jaw dropped, feeling like a bucket of ice-cold water was poured down my body. I closed my eyes, I had to, but it didn’t make it any less real.
“Please, Lily, please tell me it’s not what I’m thinking,” I begged, already knowing the answer.
“I’m sorry, Jacob. I love you!” she justified.
I immediately stood, my hand over my mouth, feeling like I was going to throw up. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done? I would have never… Fuck me…” I breathed out. “I would have never…” I couldn’t even say it. I couldn’t even look at her. The shame engulfing me in ways that I couldn’t even fucking see straight. “Lily, put some goddamn clothes on. I can’t look at you like that right now.”
She did as she was told, barely making any noise. I paced around the room, tugging at my hair, trying to keep my composure from breaking and saying something I would regret.
“How could you do this to me? After everything I’ve told you. After everything I’ve expressed. After everything I’ve shared. After all of it!” The bile raised in my throat. “Do you think this is a game? What the fuck, Lily?” I yelled at her, finally looking at her. She still looked so damn stunning that it took my breath away, physically killing me. I was suffocating in her afterglow, the smell of her all around me. Taking me under and consuming me in ways that I didn’t think I could ever recover from.
“I don’t regret it,” she simply stated, sitting on the edge of her bed.
I took in her disheveled hair, her rosy cheeks, her swollen bottom lip that I knew she had been biting, the way her dress hung off her shoulder, exposing her neck and collarbone. Her stomach was showing and her thighs were bare, my scent, my touch, my love was all over her.
That’s when I realized…
I. Didn’t. Either.
Not one fucking second of it.
And that…
Scared me more than anything.
“Why would you lie to me, Kid?”
She shrugged. “You wouldn’t touch me. What choice did I have? I know it’s not right, but I love you. I have no other excuse, it’s my only reason.”
I sighed, calming down. “So there’s no Steve?”
“There’s a Steve. I went on a few dates with him. He kissed me once, but it didn’t feel right. I felt nothing, no spark, no butterflies... not like I do with you...” She bowed her head. “Something special happened between us, Jacob, and I really wish you could see that.”
I bent down, sitting on the balls of my feet in front of her. Her eyes watered and it nearly broke my heart. I took off my hat and placed it on her head.
“You left this behind.”
She instantly smiled and it warmed my heart. The damage was done. There was no going back…
“What am I going to do with you, Kid?” I shook my head, hugging her tiny frame.
“Will you stay with me?”
I chuckled. “Try and make me leave.”
I scooted her up on the bed, took off my shirt, and jeans to sleep in my boxer briefs. She pulled off her dress, threw it on the floor and put on the shirt I was just wearing. I grinned, turned off the light, and lay next to her. Tugging her against my body, she fit perfectly. She slept wrapped up in my arms for the rest of the night, and we spent whatever was left of the weekend together and I flew back home Sunday night…
Except this time,
Lily was embedded in my heart.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he took the exit for I65 N.
“I told you I’m kidnapping you,” Jacob replied, reaching over and squeezing my thigh. I squealed, slapping his hand away. I hated when he did that.
“It’s not kidnapping if I already know.”
“Can’t I just surprise you?”
I raised my eyebrow and cocked my head to the side.
“Yeah… good point.”
I smiled.
“Your birthday is coming up.”
“My birthday isn’t for another six weeks.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m aware of when your birthday is, Kid,” he stated, reaching for my thigh again, but I intercepted his hand at the last second.
“Ohhh! Did you see that, big man? Gotta be quicker than that. I have cat-like reflexes.”
He scowled and took his hat off my head.
“Hey! That’s mine!”
He used that to his advantage and squeezed my thigh. “What was that?” he mocked, squeezing tighter. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch that? Cat like what?”
I thrashed, squealing and laughing at the same time until he finally let go.
“Actually it’s mine. You have your own.” He set it backward on his head.
“Still looks better on me.”
“You’re such a little shit,” he chuckled.
“I’m aware,” I smirk at him. “Now… you were saying.”
“You mean before I was rudely interrupted?”
“Yes, before that.”
He shook his head, grinning. “Everyone is coming for your birthday.”
“Oh? You know about that?” I asked, surprised.
“Of course I do. Lucas has been hounding me for the last six months to come.”
She bit her lip.
“Say it,” he ordered.
“Would you have come? I mean, if we still weren’t talking.”
“How did I know you were going to ask that,” he stated as a question.
“You’re a lawyer.”
“Would you have wanted me to?”
“Oh no!” I shook my head. “You are not using your lawyer tactics on me, buddy, I asked you first.”
He chuckled. “You’re too smart for your own good, Kid,” he hesitated for a few seconds. “The truth?”
“Always.”
“I was planning on coming.”
“You lie,” I teased, making him look at me with a sincere expression.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t lie to you, Lily?”
“You might want to retract that statement, Mr. Lawyer.”
“It had been a long time since we… well, you know. I was going to come, for you,” he added, ignoring what I called him out on.
“In what sense of the word?”
“In any sense you would allow me. Until you blew me off and told me to eat shit, then I would have made myself a key to your house and spent weeks reminding you of why you’re mine.”
My face frowned. “Wait a second, did you know?”
“Did I know what, sweet girl?”
“Did you know where I lived? That first night at the bar, was that planned?"
“No, that night was pure luck. I knew where you lived and Lucas had mentioned you worked in a bar, I didn't know it was Bootleggers, though. I was planning on texting Alex the next morning to ask her, but fate intervened and you were right there in front of me."
“So, you came to Nashville for me?”
He smiled with a slight grin. “I came here to help my friend Mark from law school get his firm off the ground.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
I chuckled. “You were the plan all along, baby. You were the motivation, the firm was my excuse.”
I smirked. “Look where you’re driving before you crash, big man.”
He smiled with his face once again content. “Consider this a pre-celebration for your twenty-third birthday.”
“Ah… does that mean I get two presents?” I joked.
“I was planning on giving you multiples, but if you only want two I guess I’ll have to comply, it is your birthday after all,” he replied with a smirk.
“Nope, your idea is better, multiples it is. Who am
I to take away your happiness?” I retorted, laughing.
I turned up the radio, sat back in my seat and enjoyed the comfortable silence. Four hours later and we were getting off at exit 35.
“What the hell is in Alabama?” I questioned, looking at him like he was crazy.
“A little piece of paradise, sweet girl.”
We pulled up to a place that looked like a condominium. A valet greeted us and took our bags. The place was exquisite, and I subconsciously looked down at my clothes as we walked up to the front desk, not that Jacob was dressed any better than I was. Just his standard attire of a surfer shirt, cargo shorts, and flip-flops.
“Checking in,” he stated to the attendant behind the counter who was too busy checking him out.
I stood next to him and looked at her, angling my head to the side. “Like what you see?”
“Ma’am, I... I… I…” she mumbled.
“Eyes on the screen, sweetheart. This one is taken. All mine, and I don’t share with anyone.”
I could see Jacob grinning like a fool from the corner of my eye so I leaned in close to his ear. “See? I can lay my claim, too.”
He busted out laughing. I gave the attendant a smart-ass smile.
“Here are your keys to the penthouse,” she muttered, catching me off guard.
Penthouse?
“Thanks.” He signed the paperwork and grabbed my hand.
I turned at the last second. “Bye,” I said to her, making her turn bright ass red.
We went up to the top floor that led to one condo. He unlocked the door and opened it for me. I walked into one of the biggest foyers I had ever seen. I made my way inside, taking in every last detail from the trey ceilings to the marble floors. There were three bedrooms, two master suites, two living rooms, a game room, and a wraparound balcony that took up the entire side of the building. The view of the beach was breathtaking. I think I could see my house from there.
I walked back inside to Jacob making us drinks at the bar.
“Exactly how much money do you make?” I found myself needing to know.
“Enough for you not to work, stay at home, and be my sex slave,” he simply stated.
“You’re not like a drug lord on the side, right? I’m not going to get locked up unexpectedly. I’ll tell you right now, I’m way too pretty for prison. I’ll be someone’s fiddle in no time.”