“Right. I guess we make a good pair. A good jealous pair.”
“The best jealous pair ever,” he murmurs, squeezing me tight.
After a moment, Jake eases himself out of me, and I sit myself up, hair ruffled and thoroughly f**ked.
“So you finally got to do the blindfolding thing.” I grin.
“I told you that you were kinky.” He smirks at me.
“Me? You were the one fixing me up with it!” I say, throwing his T-shirt at him.
He catches it, laughing, and pulls it on.
As I’m sliding on my own, now severely wrinkled, top, I add, “Saying that, though…I wouldn’t say no to you doing it again. Maybe tying me up one time too.” I bite my lip.
Jake inhales sharply and his eyes darken like I’ve never before known.
He picks my skirt up and thrusts it into my hand.
“Get dressed.” His tone is urgent.
“What’s wrong?” I look around, expecting to see someone coming. Maybe Dave.
“Nothing’s wrong. Far from it. Sweetheart, you have just given me the green light to tie you up and f**k you. I’ve wanted to do that to you for a very long time. Now I just want to get you back home to our bed, so I can tie you to it and f**k you senseless, again, before you change your mind.”
Hopping off the bonnet, pulling my skirt on, I zip it up at the back and make my way toward the passenger side.
Opening the door, I glance over the car at him. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t be changing my mind. I’ve wanted you to do it to me for a while now too.”
“Why the f**k didn’t you say so before?” He grins, hopping in the car and firing up the engine.
Jake has us out of there and back home in record time. Before I know it, I’m naked again. My wrists are bound to the bed with one of my silk scarves while Jake makes both our fantasies come true.
JAKE…
CHAPTER EIGHT
I say we wrap it up for today; I don’t think we’re getting any more down.”
“Yeah,” Denny says through a yawn from behind his drum kit, stretching his arms over his head. “My head’s mashed now.”
“Bunch of pussies, you’ve got no f**king stamina,” Tom pipes up, strumming his bass.
“You done?” I ask Smith.
Smith is the lead guitarist we brought on board as an unofficial replacement for Jonny. Jonny, my best friend and band member, who died in a car accident a year and a half ago.
“Yeah.” His eyes flick to the clock. “I need to get home anyway.”
“Home to the wifey,” Tom says, grinning. “I was gonna suggest we all go out for a beer.”
“No can do.” Smith unplugs his guitar from the amp and puts it in its stand. “My folks are down from Tennessee for a few days, and we’re taking them out for dinner.”
Tom shrugs, then turns to me and Denny. “What about you two f**kers? You up for a drink?”
“Sure,” I say with a nod. “Just let me call Tru.” I pull my cell out of my back pocket.
“Are you calling for permission? You do realize that you are officially more pu**y whipped than lover boy over there.” He nods in Denny’s direction.
“Yeah, but Simone is in London, so he’s not hard to beat. And no, I’m not calling for permission, f**k-wad. It’s called being in a relationship.”
“I never thought I would see the day that Jake Wethers would be bending over for a woman.” Tom grins, putting his bass in its case.
“Love, man. It’ll get you one day,” Smith says.
“Not f**kin’ likely!”
“Smith,” Denny says, “aside from the fact there is no woman stupid enough to want to settle down with Tom, do you really think we’ll ever see the day he’ll be satisfied with sticking his dick in one chick for the rest of his life?”
“Point taken.” Smith grins in Tom’s direction. “I take it back.”
“Damn f**kin’ right! There’s more than enough of the cat to go around. Why deny all of those women the pleasure of Tom? I’m generous to a fault, and I share myself around accordingly. And since the snake took himself off the market, the demand on my c**k has doubled. Someone’s gotta keep all the chicks happy now that he’s a one-woman man.” He grabs his crotch, grinning.
I let out a laugh. “You’re more than welcome to them, man.”
Tom pauses and looks at me like I’m some f**king puzzle he can’t work out. “Seriously, dude. Tru must be an awesome lay to keep your interest for this long. That or the rack. It’s the rack, isn’t it? It’s gotta be the rack.” He puts his hands to his chest, sizing out a pair of tits. “I’ve never seen a pair that big that are actually real. They would seriously keep my attention for a long time. Not as long as you, but f**k…do you just sit and stare at them all day? I seriously would.”
“You’re obsessed with tits!” Denny laughs, tapping his drum with the stick.
“I appreciate great tits, and Tru has great tits. I’m also enjoying winding up pu**y f**ker over there.”
I’m taking it he’s referring to the scowl on my face. I give him a look and reach over to switch off the amps. “Keep talking about my girl’s rack like that, and you’ll need an expensive f**kin’ dental surgeon after I’ve knocked all your teeth out.”
The motherfucker winds me up to no end when he talks about Tru like that. He’s right—she has got great tits—but I don’t want him going on about them. He is the only one I would let get away with comments like that for this long. I’d have knocked anyone else out by now.