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“I did,” I breathed quietly, watching his jaw tighten. “By myself.”
“Yeah?” He took a swig of his beer, his eyes smoldering as he watched me bite my lip. “I think I deserved to hear you finish.”
“Hey – help me out,” Caleb said, oblivious as he hoisted up the cooler of drinks. Without a word, Jake went to hold open the door. Once Caleb went, I followed.
But before I could get outside, Jake pushed me back into the kitchen.
I gasped as he pressed me up against the wall, pulling down the triangles of my bikini and immediately sucking on my breasts. His tongue flicking my tight nipple as he slid his fingers back inside me, the heel of his palm pressing against my torturously sensitized pearl. Both hands on my mouth, I stifled the ecstasy fighting to escape my lips, stars clouding my vision as Jake’s fingers swiveled mercilessly inside me. Yes… yes, please, yes. Hot panic seared through my body as he pumped his wrist again – faster, deeper now till the orgasm that had barely left my body came hurtling back.
“Oh God – ”
Jake’s emerald eyes soaked in every blazing hot second of me as I came again, giving him the muffled but uncontrollable moan that he so wanted.
Coming down again, I wrapped my arms tight around his neck, savoring his touch as I panted into his shoulder and confused his heartbeat for mine. His arm around my waist, his fingers raked through my hair, I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the moment.
Because in an ins
tant, it was over. With footsteps approaching, we wordlessly tore apart and I returned outside, my heart still pounding wildly but my lips somehow managing a casual smile as I rejoined the conversation.
Chapter Six
Jake
Jackson approached me on our last morning in the Hamptons. I was sitting in the kitchen with he came around with a dirty smirk on his face.
“So,” he poured himself a cup of coffee. “How was it?”
“How was what?”
“Piper. Door’s cracked in your room and I saw her still passed out on your bed. Guessing you worked her out pretty hard,” he laughed, leaning against the counter. “So, was she good?”
I stared at Jackson as I recalled last night. We’d all started drinking at noon so by midnight, after returning from dinner, we were hammered. Beyond hammered. Sawyer, like an asshole, had suggested strip poker but bailed on the game four hands in, when he and Gia were down to nothing and clearly desperate to jump into bed. Caleb and Sloane left shortly after so it was down to me and Piper sitting across the table from Jackson and Lara.
And it was pure, unfiltered fucking torture.
Piper was happily down to nothing but it was Lara who was driving me toward the edge of insanity. It had been nearly impossible for me to contain my arousal as I watched her remove her bra from under her gauzy sundress, bending the rules to keep herself as clothed as possible. And among us, she was. But I could still see her full mounds stretching the peach-colored fabric of her dress. I could still see her tight nipples straining against the cotton and I could still remember what it felt like to cup two handfuls of her that afternoon when I pressed her up against the wall. So it killed me every couple of minutes when Jackson put an arm around her shoulder, dangled a hand over her breast and gave it a firm squeeze while whispering in her ear.
Because every time he whispered, she looked at me. And every time she looked at me, I willed myself not to get hard as a rock.
Not that it worked. And before long, Piper noticed, of course crediting herself. “My, my. Excuse us for a minute, guys – Jake and I have to go upstairs to take care of his little friend,” she smirked as she rubbed my package over my boxers. My jaw tensed as I looked across the table at a wide-eyed Lara, who bit hard on her lip. “Or should I say his very big, thick and possibly veiny friend?” Piper knocked back two shots of tequila before winking across the table and pulling me upstairs as Jackson loudly clapped for us.
But to my relief, she passed out the second she hit the bed. I suspected it was the last two shots that saved me from having to wrestle with a drunken decision I’d regret the next morning. My sexual need was mounting. I couldn’t deny that. I truly couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone this long without sex.
But I also couldn’t remember the last time I’d only wanted it from one woman.
“Come on. Tell me about Piper,” Jackson persisted as we sat in the kitchen, apparently the first two up in the house. “I’m a one-woman man now, I need to hear these stories.”
I cocked a dubious eyebrow at Jackson. Couldn’t even help it. He crossed his arms, instantly defensive.
“What? Sawyer told you something?” he asked. “I’m guessing it was that little shit.” When I said nothing, he rambled on. “Jesus. I don’t know what exactly he told you, but Gabrielle was eighteen by the time I did anything with her and I’ve actually never cheated on Lara with anyone besides her,” he said, as if he deserved credit for straying with only one woman. I wanted to reach across the counter and throw a left hook in his jaw. But instead, I remembered that I needed to get closer to my brother. For Lara’s sake, I needed him to let his guard down. So I forced a laugh and shrugged.
“You don’t have to explain it, man. I haven’t been in a committed relationship since college. I don’t even know what that shit feels like anymore.”
“It’s not impossible when you’ve got a girl who looks and fucks like Lara but… Christ, man, Gabrielle was smoking hot. I always knew she’d be.”
I ground my teeth together to keep from grimacing, but everything about his comment made my stomach turn. “Was?”
“I mean… fuck man, you know she’s dead. Sucks to say but it’s been how many months? And it’s not like she ran away like we first thought. Some guy with a fucking mask broke into her apartment.”
