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“I will move it down there now.”
“Want some help?” I offer him.
“Nah, you two talk babies or whatever it is you are talking about,” he says, waving me off, and I turn my attention back to Alisha, who is gushing excitedly.
I tell her about the girl at the settlement, which she thinks is odd, but I don’t tell her about Jake yelling at me in the car, convinced I must have imagined it. It is so unlike him that even Lexa is questioning if it’s all in our head.
“Maybe tell Jake about what she said. You should have told him. What if some creeper has been out there?” Alisha says.
“Tell me what?” Jake asks, walking past with a box headed toward the basement.
“Nothing, just what the girl at the settlement said to her.”
Jake tilts his head to the side before setting the box down. “Why? What did she say?”
“Nothing, I must have misheard her,” I lie. I barely know the girl, but something is telling me not to tell Jake.
Alisha sighs. “She told her to get back in the car before she was seen talking to her or something. You should check that out, Jake. What if some creep was out there? I can go with you. I haven’t been for a run in ages,” Alisha offers.
“That is odd. I will speak with them tomorrow and find out what is going on. Might install some cameras for peace of mind.”
“You’re going back tomorrow?” I ask him.
He rummages in his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to me. I take it and find a list of supplies.
“Grab a box while you’re down there. I will help Elena find all this stuff,” Alisha sings out after him.
“Yep, will do,” he calls out, walking down to the basement.
Chapter
Twenty
Later that night, I am lying in bed when Jake rolls over and props his chin on his hand. We have spent all afternoon putting the cradles together that Jake bought.
“Why didn’t you tell me what Selia said to you?” he asks, brushing my hair behind my ear and looking down at me.
“I didn’t think much of it. We had the fight in the car, and I didn’t want to upset you.”
“We had a fight?” Jake laughs, cocking an eyebrow at me. “Me? Fight with you? Never.” He chuckles, leaning down to kiss me.
So, it’s all in my head? I feel like I am getting whiplash with his sudden change in moods today, or maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones making me crazy. I have been temperamental lately, even snapping at poor Alisha the other day over the washing.
Jake deepens the kiss, pushing my legs apart with his knee before his hand moves beneath my shirt and caresses my belly. His fingers fiddle with the waistband of my pants as he tugs them down, and I roll toward him, only for him to push me onto my back and climb between them. His lips move down my neck, and he keeps his weight from crushing me.
“I didn’t mean to upset you. That wasn’t my intention. I was stressed about the store, is all,” he says between nipping and licking at my skin. “I don’t understand why you got upset. I didn’t mean to rush into the car,” he tells me, making me confused.
Are we talking about the same thing? Shaking the thoughts off, I grip his hair, tugging his lips back to mine. His tongue plunges into my mouth, tangling with mine as it fights mine for dominance. When he pulls away, his lips travel lower before he sits up between my legs and grips my underwear, peeling them the rest of the way off and tossing them aside before settling between my legs again. I sit up when his hands trail down my hip to the back of my knee, making me bend it as he moves lower. He kisses my knees, then trails his tongue down the inside of my thigh before his warm breath sweeps over my lower lips, and I moan softly at his teasing as he runs his tongue up the inside of my other thigh, pushing my leg higher and draping it over his shoulder.
“Jake,” I whine, becoming impatient as he teases me.
He initiated it, and I am done with his teasing. Jake chuckles before his entire mouth covers me, tasting and licking every seam, crease, and fold, devouring me and making me cry out. I moan, and he slips his hand under my ass and squeezes.
His tongue leaves no part of me untouched before he spreads my lower lips with his fingers and kisses my most sensitive places. I feel a kiss on my clit, and I moan, my walls quivering. He holds me in place, devouring me.
His tongue starts moving over me, teasing and playing with me. Every movement of his tongue makes me shudder and moan.
It feels like I am an instrument and that he has been practicing his skill for years. And he knows exactly how to draw beautiful music from me. My cries echo loudly off the walls, filling the air with just how much he is driving me crazy.
