Page 30 of Learning to Love

He walks into the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I’m practically drooling, but I try to act like I don’t see him. He grabs some clothes out of his top drawer and changes in the bathroom. It feels so good when he lifts the covers to lay beside me. He looks at my shirt and scowls. "Oh, hell no, Georgia."

He jumps up, and I laugh. He goes to his closet and hands me one of his shirts. "I'll close my eyes if you want me to, but you have to put on my shirt and give me back his."

I laugh at him. "I'm not giving you back his. He's my friend, too."

"We're more than friends."

"That may be so, and I'll gladly put yours on, but I'm not getting rid of his."

"But you’re my girl!" He's so cute when he man-whines.

"Yes, I am, but I'm still his friend."

We stare each other down. Jake rolls his eyes but gets back in bed. I take off Jaxon's shirt and replace it with his. He smiles but doesn't ask me to give him Jaxon’s back. "I’ll get you like twenty different ones so you'll never wear his again."

I laugh. "It's just a shirt, Jake."

He grunts, pulling me on top of his chest. I go willingly, closing my eyes as I listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart. I didn't sleep well last night and I missed him. I almost tell him that but decide against revealing too much, too soon. He rubs my back as we both fall into a peaceful slumber. The Jake Ryan is truly a Sex King. My Sex King.

Chapter 17

Nobody Cares, Janet

Everything Fearless 24/7

Did anyone else see Benji and Janet conspiring against our Fearless leader and his Boo? I overheard some things. Relationships tested by Janet usually don't last very long. Let the games begin.

We wake up to someone beating on the door. We unwrap our legs from each other, and Jake yells, "We're coming!"

He jumps up and puts on a shirt and I look at my phone! It's twenty minutes past when we were supposed to meet them. I have like twenty missed calls. I run to the bathroom and put on my outfit, and he goes to tell them we'll be there in a second.

I just brought a short T-shirt dress and some strappy sandals. Casual, but cute. I put my wayward hair in a messy bun, throw on some light makeup, and some medium-sized pearl hoop earrings. I go back into the bedroom, and Jake is standing by the door waiting on me. He's dressed in jeans and a black Merle Haggard T-shirt. He's wearing a hat, but it's turned backward, which basically is making me drool because he's the epitome of sex. Heart don't fail me now.

"You look beautiful." His smile is genuine, and he grabs me in a tight hug.

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself."

"Your cousin is so pissed."

"I'll handle Toby." I laugh. I knew by his text message back to me that he would be mad. It was in all CAPS! He's got to realize I'm grown!

"We'll find him a girl tonight."

"He likes blondes."

He laughs. "Brunettes with red highlights are my favorite." He gives me a wink and continues. "And I can arrange that, baby. Just call me Cupid. Will you do me a favor?"

"Depends?" I tickle his side. I've figured out he doesn't like being ticked. I don't love it, but he squeals like a little girl, and I don't.

I laugh until my sides hurt, but that stops when Jake grabs my arms and places them above my head. Things get serious quickly. He kisses me softly at first. Eventually, the kiss turns more hungry. I don't know where his lips begin and my lips end. I try to break out of his hold. I want to touch him, to run my fingers through his hair. He smiles against my lips, teasing me with his free hand, massaging me through my panties. I moan while rocking my hips into his palm.

"Fuck! Baby, you're so wet. I can feel you through your clothes."

Sasha and Dallas tumble through the door. He lets go of my arms and makes sure my dress is down. They both scream, and Dallas yells something about his eyes. I laugh, and you guessed it, blush profusely. Red is my permanent color now. I hate my friends.

He laughs and puts his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry. See what you do to me. I can't get enough."

I stand on my tiptoes and give him a peck on the lips. "We better get going."