Page 103 of The Scars We Heal

“I want to do something for you now,” I murmured against his mouth. “Don’t tell me it’s okay or that it’s about me. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

He broke the contact between us then backed up. The smirk that played across his lips was devious.

“Okay. On your knees, baby.”

My teeth clamped down on my bottom lip as I slid off the counter, lowering myself to the ground.

The clink of a belt buckle being undone then the tug of a zipper filled my ears before Jake’s jeans and boxers dropped to the ground.

He pumped his length in his hand a couple times before cupping my chin and lifting my face. “Open up,” he ordered.

Licking my lips, I did as he asked. Moments later, he inched the head of his dick into my mouth, and my lips closed around his velvety skin. The salty taste of precum spread on my tongue as I swirled it around his length, taking him deeper into my mouth.

I moved my hands in tandem, stroking him as I bobbed my head up and down his cock.

He gathered a fistful of my hair, holding my head in place as he began to thrust.

“God, fuck,” he moaned as I sucked harder, hollowing out my cheeks. “If you keep this up, I’m going to come before I even get a chance to be inside you.”

I let out a hum of approval, and he pulled back, removing his cock from my mouth with a pop.

“I need you so bad, Cait. As good as that was, I need to be inside you right fucking now.”

Before I could protest and say I was only getting started, his hands were on my waist and he was hoisting me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his middle, and he carried me into the bedroom while peppering kisses across my neck and collarbones.

Jake gently set me down on the edge of the bed and stripped off his shirt. “Condom?” he asked. “I’m clear, but it’s up to you.”

I nodded, chewing on my bottom lip. “I-I don’t want more kids, Jake. I trust you, and I have an IUD, but I want to be safe.”

Even though I knew Jake was the complete opposite of Adam, a little twinge of worry about what he might say rose in my gut—worry about whether he would dismiss my feelings about not wanting another kid or press the issue of not using a condom.

But the thought vanished just as quickly as it appeared when Jake proved once again that he was nothing like my ex-husband.

“Of course, baby. Anything you want.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before grabbing the condom. After tearing it open, he rolled it over his length. “I’m going to schedule an appointment for a vasectomy.”

My eyes widened. “You don’t have to do that⁠—”

“Cait, baby, you’re the only woman I plan to be with for the rest of my life if I have any say. If you don’t want more kids, I have no reason not to have the procedure. Condoms and an IUD are great, but accidents can happen. I don’t want you to have any concerns. Besides, they’re reversible if you ever change your mind.” He quickly added, “Not that you ever have to. You have the power here. It’s your choice what to do with your body, and if you don’t want kids, I will never force that on you.”

“Thank you.” I blinked away the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “T-that means more than you’ll ever know.”

“I’m always going to consider you and have your best interests at heart. If that means wearing a condom even after I get the surgery, then I’ll wear a condom. If that means staying in the guest house, then I won’t fight it. The only thing I won’t do is let you go. I’ve waited way too many years to give up on us now. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how amazing you are if that’s what it takes to keep you.”

“Jake,” I breathed out.

“Yeah?”

“Will you please just fuck me now?” I whined.

Something in his eyes shifted, and his expression darkened into pure want.

“On your hands and knees, baby. Face the headboard,” he growled.

When I turned over, getting on all fours, I wiggled my butt just to tease him, which only spurred him on.

A loud smack of his hand spanking my ass filled the room, and a sting of pleasurable pain jolted through my body. A gasp fell from my lips, and he chuckled behind me.

Jake’s hands gripped my thighs, and he pulled me back toward the edge of the bed. I looked over my shoulder just in time to watch him spit in his hand and rub it all over the condom before guiding his tip toward my center.