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  “Yeah, some bitch just tried to pay me off so she could date Jake. Insane in the membrane for sure.” I shook my head. I was done with this party. My mood was officially killed.

  “Can we go? I don’t want to be here anymore.” I looked up to Jake with pleading eyes. His face was hard. I wanted to soothe him and bring back the fun Jake that tickled me on the stairs.

  “Oh, can we go dancing? I haven’t gotten to wear a pretty dress in a while. It would be nice to get some fun out of it.” Rayne rubbed her baby belly a little and I thought it sounded like a great idea.

  “Sounds fabulous to me. Boys?” I looked at both of the sexier-than-sin men in our lives.

  “Fine.” Both men agreed.

  I hopped into the car with Rayne and Arson, and Jake drove behind us to a dancing hot spot.

  Rayne and I danced like fools in our fancy dresses and we couldn’t give any shits about it.

  I did the sprinkler and the running man, and Rayne discoed. We were having a blast while Arson and Jake sat off to the side and watched us, chatting with each other. No other man came near us because of the bubble of stay the fuck away both of our men had created around us. Marlene and her stupid threat were long forgotten after I had a pretty blue drink and started dancing. But as much as I loved dancing with Rayne, I wanted to get Jake on the floor. Rayne must have been feeling the same way, because she gave me a nod in their direction and I grinned in agreement. We both stalked over to them, and dragged them out to dance with us just in time for a fun song to come through the speakers.

  It was upbeat and dirty. The song was about Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get It On. But hell if it wasn’t fun to sway to. I laced my fingers through Jake’s and started moving our hands together, trying to get him to loosen up. His smirk grew and he started swaying a little bit. I laughed and turned, wrapping our joined hands around my chest. Wiggling my ass against him, and swaying with our hands held against me. Finally, he started to give me what I wanted. We smiled and moved in sync, enjoying the moment.

  Dancing and goofing off in this moment made me realize I was giving up my fight. I wanted to have fun in life. You never knew when things could end for you, so you might as well have that dance with a sexy man, and give life your all. I unwound our hands and turned so I was facing him, my arms wrapped around his neck. He was perfection and I was a dumbass if I didn’t see where we could go, plain and simple.

  “Take me home, Jake.” My resolve was set and Jake could tell right away.

  “Home.” He confirmed and pulled me in for a kiss. This was home. His lips, his arms, wherever he was, I would be home.

  I pulled back, eager to get a move on, and set out to tell Rayne we were leaving. When I saw them dancing, my heart swelled. Arson hand his hands on her stomach; it was like they were dancing as a family of three already. I hated to disrupt their moment together. Thankfully, Rayne’s eyes found mine and I gestured with my thumb towards the door that we were leaving. She gave me two thumbs up and pointed at her belly then me and I just turned toward the door. There would be no sperm and eggs hooking up tonight. Now vagina and cock, those two were going to be getting down to business for a few hours, hopefully.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Jake led the way to his truck, which turned out to not be his normal truck but something way different.

  “Whose car is this?” I asked, in a stupor. I was confused. He had opened the door of a car that was a freaking beast.

  “What? Don’t approve of my Eleanor?” He smirked and held out his hand to help me get in the car. Once we were both in the car, I rubbed my hands over the fine leather, and inside details. This was one hot car.

  “Eleanor?” That sounded so familiar.

  “Yeah, this beauty is a 1967 Shelby GT 500, a beast of a woman. The movie Gone In Sixty Seconds named this car Eleanor. It stuck in my head, and I always knew I wanted one.” He turned on the sexy, candy apple red muscle car and we took off.

  Was it possible to be turned on by a car? Because I was purring along with her.

  “I want to have sex in this car… on it, all over it. Is that wrong?” I asked Jake, with a serious face. I heard him groan and grip the steering wheel.

  “I know it’s probably a really expensive car, but it just makes me really hot,” I continued, running my fingers along the leather.

  “Sweetheart.” I looked at his face that spoke volumes. He was seconds away from pulling this car over and fogging up the windows. He was warning me. Maybe he knew this about me by now, or not, but I wasn’t much at heeding warnings. I rubbed the leather seductively, arching my back and putting on a show in the passenger seat.

  Feeling like torturing him a little, I unbuckled myself and moved toward him. My tongue flicked his ear before sucking it into my mouth, giving it a little nip. I felt his arms harden beneath my breasts. I moved my mouth over his trimmed jaw, and onto his neck. I felt the terrain below us change from smooth pavement to a dirt road. I smiled and continued my assault on the driver of this beast. My hands went to his chest, running along the seam of the tux.

  The car was speeding down the dirt road. I felt like a couple of teenagers on the run for a place to get dirty. God, I hoped that was true. Suddenly I was flung across the car by him turning the wheel hard and fishtailing to a stop. Hitting the side of the car hurt a little, but when Jake turned and lunged for me, that little tinge of pain turned to molten pleasure. His mouth attacked mine with the desire of a starving man.

  “Get out of the car,” he growled at me. I whimpered at his command with anticipation. With a smug smile on my lips, I pulled on the handle behind me and crawled out of the car. I watched as he crawled his big body out the passenger side and stood before me.

  He gripped behind my neck and pulled my lips to his. Our tongues danced and my hands roamed. Then his lips left mine and he bent down to get a grip on the bottom of my dress, slowly his hands moved up my legs with the dress in tow.

  A shiver broke out over my skin with his soft touch. When his hands reached the bottom of my ass, he gripped and lifted me up and onto his body. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him. I was beyond hot for this man, so I started ripping his shirt open and kissing every part of him I could touch. He lit me on fire and I was going to burn us both from the heat. He set me down in front of the car and spun me around, his fingers quickly finding the zipper to my dress and pulling it down enough to expose my breasts to the summer air. I looked around for the first time, a little nervous as to where we were.

  We were covered by darkness but by that storage shed where Jake’s mouth made love to my pussy on the ATV. It must have been where he kept this car.

  “I want your tits imprinted into the hood of my car, sweetheart.” He nudged me down and my face was plastered to the car, ass in the air. It was hot from being driven hard by a horny man, but it wasn’t burning me in any way. He lifted the skirt of my dress, a soft breeze caressing my ass cheeks, telling me that I was out there for his viewing.

  A yelp flew from my lips when I felt his teeth bite down on my butt cheek, his hand palming the other. My breathing started turning ragged. He was something completely different than I had ever experienced, and I was beyond ready for the animal in him to be set free.

  When his fingers traced the seam of my panties and his tongue followed, I was moaning so loud, not giving one fuck who heard me.

  “Jake,” I pleaded.

  “I know what you need, sweetheart. Remember? Fast.” Pushing aside my panties, his finger plunged into me and started moving so fast I was seeing beautiful stars, already so close.

  “Slow.” He slowed his pace and I wanted to cry.

  “Hard.” He bit my clit and I cried out for the mixture of pleasure and pain. This man was driving me wild.

  “Soft.“ His tongue caressed me, and I was ready to beg with everything I had. I would give him anything he wanted, as long as he gave me what I needed.

  His fingers and tongue retreated. I heard the sound of his zipper going d
own and felt such relief that I was sure my body sagged into the metal beneath me. My panties were slid down my legs, and the sound of a condom packet ripping echoed around us. Or at least in my head it did. My hands felt around, tried to grip the raised edge in the middle of the hood for support. I felt the head of him by my entrance and my hips moved towards him, needing him like nothing else.

  “Who does this belong to?” he growled, gripping my hair and pulling me back as he leaned over so our cheeks met. I cried out, but only from the animalistic dominance he was giving me.

  He pressed the crown of himself inside me, then pulled out.

  “Who do you belong to?” he growled again. He wanted to claim me as much as I wanted him to.

  “You, Jake! You own me.” No sooner had the words left my mouth than he was driving himself inside me, punishing my pussy with unimaginable euphoria. Over and over he pushed me further onto the car, his cock hitting my G-spot with a precision that was going to have me screaming his name in seconds.

  “You’re mine, sweetheart. Never a doubt that you’d be mine. So perfect,” he whispered against my ear before I went back to being smushed on the hood. His hands gripped my hips as he drove me into oblivion. I screamed out in release, my whole body shattered, and my mind went blank.

  My legs quivered, and I scratched at the hood. He kept going until suddenly his teeth latched onto that tender spot where my shoulder and neck met, and growled as he came, spurring me into another spiral of orgasmic bliss.

  It was undoubtedly the most erotic moment in my life. Jake was everything I thought he would be, and more. So much more.

  “You’re going to have to carry me. I think I’ve lost feeling in my legs from your dick crushing my spine from my vagina,” I breathed dramatically. I heard him chuckle behind me and gently pull out. I stayed molded to the car while he pulled my panties back up into place, zipped me back up, and scooped me into his arms. I snuggled in against his ripped-open shirt.

  “I think I could go into an orgasm coma right now,” I murmured against him. I was completely jellified, and utterly happy. He set me on top of an ATV that was parked next to the big shed.

  “Still with me here?” he asked. I knew he meant something other than physically here with him. He wanted to make sure I hadn’t change my mind, that I was still here with him together, that he was mine and I was his.

  “I’m yours, Jake,” I told him in earnest. I don’t know how it was going to work, but I was going to try my hardest to make it happen. I wanted to be with him, therefore I would be. He held in whatever emotions he was feeling at my statement, then turned back to the car and parked it inside the building. After he closed the door, I bunched up the skirt of my dress and held it in front of me so it wouldn’t get stuck in the wheels or anything. I scooted up and patted for Jake to sit behind me. He shook his head at first, but then hopped on behind me.

  “Okay, show me how to work this thing?” I asked him, eagerness flowing through me.

  “I thought you were in an orgasm coma. Not sure you are fit to drive.” I didn’t have a retort to that. My brain was foggy, but I knew I was capable of handling this mini-beast.

  “Shush and teach me how to drive.” I turned and kissed his lips really quickly. He told me what to do, step by step, and then we were on our way. Probably only going two miles an hour, or slower. I was kind of scared, but I ventured on. We passed by some of the nocturnal creatures and I will say their glossy eyes were kind of creepy as they watched us pass.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  As we inched closer to the lodge, I felt like a total badass. I turned the machine off and was surprised when Jake hopped off and scooped me up, carrying me up the stairs and into the house.

  “What? Are we crossing the threshold here?” I laughed at the ridiculousness of him carrying me into the house, and then up the stairs.

  “Gotta make sweet love to my woman now,” he winked at me and I was smiling from ear to ear.

  I expected him to take me into the bedroom for round two, but instead we were heading into the spare bedroom. My eyes zeroed in on the mirror and my whole body shook from the memory of his words about that mirror.

  He set me down facing the full-length freestanding mirror and stood behind me. I looked a little like a hot mess. A hot mess that had been deliciously screwed on the hood of a sexy car. Softly his fingers unzipped me, then slowly, with both hands, he moved my sleeves down, baring my breasts, then my navel, before the whole dress pooled around my toes. His chest rumbled behind me, making me hyperaware of the intimacy of this moment. My eyes met with his as they committed my body into memory.

  “I need to see you,” I whispered to him. His eyes flew to mine before he slid off his tattered shirt and jacket. I felt so small standing in front of him. You could see his chest, arms, and sides silhouetting around me.

  “So beautiful.” His lips touched my neck, warm breath caressing my skin. My hands went to his head. Holding him there against me. There were no words that could be uttered to improve this moment. His hands ravished my breasts, teasing my pink tips, then flowing along the little curves of my waist. When his finger brushed against my clit, my nails dug into his thick brown hair. He teased me gently, making my hips move towards him, needing everything he had to give me.

  Goosebumps rose over my skin when his other hand left to undo his slacks. We were completely open to each other, both baring our skin and souls. No boundaries. His mouth licked down my spine and back up. My hands joined his, lacing them together as he moved over my body as one. When he placed my hands against the sides of the mirror stand, I knew this moment was going to be life-changing. One strong finger ran down the line of my spine and slowly moved back up. I shook with need but stayed silent, my eyes trying to find the man silhouetted behind me. All the lights were off in the house, but I could see him by the moonlight coming in through the window.

  I felt him prod my entrance and wiggled for him to take me again. It was all I wanted. He and I, like this. I felt my heart clench and my brain clicked. I’d known this man for not even a week, and he proved to be everything I didn’t even know I wanted. He was the perfect match for me. No matter how hard I wanted to fight it, I was falling in love with him. Our eyes met and in that second I knew my thoughts were written on my face. He could see it. He growled and pushed into me, my toes lifting up to keep myself rooted on him, just as he said they would. My head dropped from feeling a shiver course through me, and my insides clenched.

  “Eyes,” he commanded, and I gave my gaze back to him. I expected him to go full force into me but I was wrong. Slowly he slid out to the tip then back in. The pace was so slow, it was like a sweet torture. With every thrust, I inched closer and closer toward the mirror. Gasps of my breath filled the room, mixed with a lion’s roar outside the window. The soundtrack to my new life. He pulled completely out and turned me around, lips melding to mine with uninhibited need. He walked us backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed and I went down onto my back. Jake was there with me, sliding into me without haste.

  That night Jake Wild made love to me. He was my everything. He’d seen it all, and he was giving me all he had. Sweat, groans, and tangled sheets were burned into my memory. We fell asleep wrapped in our embrace of acceptance. This was love; we were love.

  When I woke in the morning, the sun was shining and there was a glass of water, a croissant, and a note on the nightstand. I couldn’t feel my legs again, but this time I knew it was because there was a Binksie lying on them. I reached over to the note and read the cursive letters. Jake had lovely penmanship.

  Had to take care of an emergency. Have breakfast, take a shower, and join me at the wolves. Time to meet the pack.

  Always something happening at the rescue. It was never ending, in a wonderful way. Jake was helping creatures that needed him. He was acting as their voice, when they had no words. I took a sip of the water and grabbed the pastry. Lying back on the pillow, I ate my pastry and smiled like a goof about how my
life was taking a sharp turn I had never expected. I guess I should thank my niece for this change. If it were not for her party and the damn wallaby, I wouldn’t have run into Jake. Maybe a nice shopping trip with her auntie would be reward enough.

  Soon I felt sated from the bread and more than a little excited to see Jake again. I blew Binksie a kiss before nudging him off my legs. He looked at me with those piercing serval eyes, but politely moved. Naked, I checked the windows to see that Jake had closed the sheer curtains, but still a little paranoid, I wrapped myself in the sheet and ran to the bathroom in Jake’s room. Grabbing my phoneme saw I had notifications from a few people, but knew my salon wasn’t open yet and I wanted to be in my little post-glorious-night ignorance. I turned on some music, since I did almost everything listening to music, and jumped into the shower. He had such a nice shower.

  Chapter Twenty-three

  I had just finished washing the conditioner out of my hair and started brushing my teeth when another tune I hadn’t heard in a while started playing.

  I looked at my phone like it was some sort of mind reader. First Stacy’s Mom and now this. But as the voice of Akon started to mix in with the shower’s steam I couldn’t help but give into it.

  I started mumbling the words to I Just Had Sex by Lonely Island as I finished cleaning my teeth. I spit out the paste just as the chorus started and I sang along with the ridiculous lyrics to this song about having just had sex. Which I did. Which made me put my Cammy flair into it because it was fitting.

  My toothbrush was my mic. I gyrated, and rolled my hips. I sang to the people of the world that had just had sex, like me, making a mental note to sing this song at karaoke one night. I closed my eyes and did what I did best, giving the performance my best. I was just finishing the final high notes when I had a feeling I was being watched. My eyes opened, toothbrush mic still dangling above my tilted head, to Jake standing against the door jamb, watching me. AGAIN.