“You love it really.”
“What? Catching Stuart making out with a guy?”
Pressing my lips together, suppressing a smile, I nod.
“Sweetheart, nothing could kill my hard-on quicker, believe me. I like the person I’m with to be soft and warm.” He runs his fingertips down my bare arm. “I want her made to fit around me.”
“Like me?” I scratch my fingernails over the denim covering his pert behind.
“Exactly like you.”
Jake bends his head down to mine and kisses me softly.
“Will you miss him?”
“Are we still talking about Stuart?”
“I’m just worried he’ll think my being here is pushing him out.”
“Sweetheart, he works for me, and it’s not like he’s going far.”
“I know he works for you, but he’s your friend too. You guys have lived together for such a long time. You’re like Joey and Chandler. Except you’d probably have been Joey, and Chandler was never g*y. Oh God, would that make me Monica or Rachel?”
“What the f**k are you talking about?” He laughs.
“Friends.”
“I’m gonna have to watch this show, aren’t I, just so I can figure out what the f**k you’re talking about half the time.”
“Yes, Pervy Perverson, you are. Honestly, I have no clue how you haven’t. I’ll buy the first season on Blu-ray and we can watch it together.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, Wethers.”
“No, but you wrapped around me does.”
“Later,” I say, pushing back from him, grinning. “Because right now you have the rest of this place to show me.”
Half an hour later, the tour of my new home is complete. Jake and I are back in the living room, looking out at LA.
I’ve discovered this place has a gym, a cinema room, an office, a wine cellar, a library, and a games room. There’s another guest section that has two rooms, which Jake said he’ll turn into a studio like the one he has at his house. I also discovered this house has the biggest kitchen I have ever seen, complete with a separate utility room, a dining room, and of course the five bedrooms, complete with en suite bathrooms.
It’s so big I actually fear getting lost in here. And I have no clue how the hell I’m going to keep it clean. It’ll be a full-time job in itself.
I’ve decided that aside from the living room, my favourite room is the master bedroom. Obvious reasons aside, it has the same breathtaking view of LA as the living room, with the same floor-to-ceiling windows.
“So…do you want me to go ahead with the offer on this place?” Jake asks from behind me, resting his face against the side of mine, his arms moving to tighten around my waist.
I have a vision of Jake and me standing here like this late at night, his arms wrapped around me, as we stare out at nighttime LA.
I feel such an intense wave of contentment that I know unequivocally that I want this house to be our home.
“Yes,” I say, unable to keep the happiness from my voice. “I absolutely want you to go ahead with the offer.”
“Thank f**k,” he says, his hand slipping inside my top to cup my breast, making me gasp at the contact I’ve been so badly missing these last few days. “So can I make love to you now in our new home?” His breath is hot against my ear.
Swallowing, I reply, “Yes,” with a breathy moan.
Jake spins me around, and my mouth hits his at exactly the same time, with the same hungry need.
“I can’t wait,” he growls. “I need to be inside you now.”
The urgency and command in his voice soaks my panties.
“I thought you were gonna f**k me blindfolded and in my boots?” I whisper across his lips.
He groans. “Next time, because right now I just need to bury my c**k deep inside you.”
“Where do you want me?”
Jake’s eyes hit the couch. My back does a second later. A few more seconds, and I’m shirtless and skirtless, my panties torn off.
Jake has barely gotten his own pants off before he’s thrusting his insatiable c**k inside me.
“Eager much?” I breathe, lifting my hips.
“Too f**king right I am. Jesus Christ, Tru, I am never going that long without being inside you again.”
I know it’s a stupid thing to ask, but I still have to, because this is me. “Why haven’t you been near me?” I ask quietly.
He pauses, staring down at me, a look of confusion on his face. “I was trying to be respectful. I knew how you felt about my house.”
I nod, feeling relieved that was his reason why and loving him so much more for it.
“It was really damn hard keeping my hands off you, you know. Why do you think I bought this house so quickly?”
The grin he wears makes me giggle and brings me back to the now and the feel of him inside me.
Taking hold of my hips, he kneels, lifting my lower half with him, giving him the access he wants to get deeper inside me.
“At least I got to wear the boots.” I tap the heels of my ankle boots against his back.
“Fuck,” he groans, rocking into me. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Maybe we should stop. I don’t want you dying on me.”
“No f**kin’ way,” he growls, burying himself deeper inside. “You’re not going anywhere until we’ve both come.”