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“Sebastian is home, and there is a memorial for Frankie’s father, so we need to go. We need to be seen even though it is the last place any of us want to be. Alf and Sofia will come too. I have the jet ready on standby.”
“We need to be in and out, brother. We can’t stay, it is too dangerous,” I reiterate, not that he needs a reminder, but it is my job to give it to him.
“Can you get here tomorrow? We have family dinner at mom's tomorrow night, and we haven’t seen you for a few weeks, so it will be good to have you there.”
I sigh. Of course I will be there, they are like family. When they need me, I will go, no question. But I think of Belle, and my chest aches at the thought of not being with her.
“Yeah, brother, I will drive back tomorrow. I will see you at family dinner,” I say, resigned to the fact that the love bubble that has been created here in Hancock is about to burst with a big healthy dose of reality ripping it open.
“Right, see you then, drive safe,” Marco says before we end the call, and I throw my cell on the table.
A trip to New York to see the mob is not my idea of a good time. I would much prefer to be deep inside my little sexpot next door. I already feel my need for her building again, and I only left her an hour ago. How I am going to survive being in Boston while she is here or in D.C., I have no idea.
Before I go back to Belle, I grab my cell and call Dante. Dante and I became close, both of us being the right-hand men to our bosses at a time when shit got real very fast these past few months.
“Jake,” he says when he answers on the first ring.
“Dante, how is it going?” My question is loaded, because although we are friends, he knows that this is not a social call.
“We arrived back a few days ago. Memorial is in a few days. We are locking it down as best we can, but there are going to be a lot of people at this event, so we have called in extra support. You need to get your people in and out, quickly and quietly.”
“We will bring our plane and have our New York team meet us and escort us to the church, then fly straight back out. Do you need anything else from us?” I ask, because he sounds a little stressed; the past weeks must be catching up on him.
“We have met with most families. Things are calming down, but there is still one family who we can’t meet with until after the memorial, and things aren’t sitting right with them at the moment. It could be a nice ceremony, or it could be a bloodbath, so bring your A-game and loaded weapons. Make sure Marco, Frankie, Alf, and Sofia are all carrying. Anything could happen.”
“Fuck,” I murmur.
“Fuck is right, my friend,” he says, and we hang up, not needing any other words.
I rub my eyes, thinking of the task that is ahead of me. I am not someone that gets overwhelmed, but there are a lot of moving parts at the moment, and I am not feeling settled. Finishing off all the paperwork and emails, I make a quick decision to head to the forest.
Belle still has a small cut on her temple and scratches on her arms and legs from her trip to the raspberries yesterday, and I know she was disappointed to come back empty-handed. Grabbing a container and putting on my jacket, I slip out the door and creep past her cabin and into the forest, and begin the trek to the raspberry patch.
As I walk through the woods, my mind runs through everything, over and over again. But even though I have a lot on my mind, the minute I think of Belle, a sense of calm engulfs me. It is a nice feeling.
I walk past a tree that is laying on the forest floor, blackened from the lightning of yesterday and I shake my head. Getting a few raspberries is the least I can do since she didn’t successfully get them yesterday due to the storm. I soon find the patch and make quick work of filling the container, then start the walk back to her, already dreaming of the pie I know she will make with these.
As I get back to Belle's cabin, I smell the food before I see it, and my mouth waters as I open the door and walk into her space where the delicious smell infiltrates my body. Turning from the stove, she looks at me in surprise, her eyes wide, moving from my face to the raspberries and back again. Her mouth is open in shock, and it becomes apparent to me that people doing nice things for Belle must not be a common occurrence. I walk to the kitchen, place the raspberries on the bench and grab her, pulling her to me, taking her lips in mine. It has been only a few hours, but it feels like a lifetime, and I have a lifetime of catching up to do.
26
Isabelle
Jake walks in with a container of fresh raspberries, and the fact that he went to so much trouble this morning leaves me lost for words. Such a simple act, but it leaves me surprised. He walks to me with purpose and his kiss is demanding. He runs his large hands up my sides, underneath my t-shirt, and without stopping, he lifts it right off my body, throwing it onto the floor. Stepping back, he admires me, looking at me in awe. It is like he is seeing me for the first time, as his eyes take in my half naked appearance.
I look up at him, and a small growl emits from his throat. He makes quick work of my bra, then right before my eyes, he lowers his large body onto his knees and pulls my jeans down to around my ankles, and I kick them off quickly.
My breath quickens in anticipation as he sits back on his heels and runs his hands back up my legs to the edge of my underwear. With a cheeky grin, he pulls them down my legs, and I step out of them. I am now standing completely naked in my kitchen, and as Jake looks at me, I know I am in trouble.
Grabbing me by the waist, he lifts me up and onto the bench and pushes my body down, laying me on my back like a smorgasbord that is all his. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and lowers his face to my center.
His hot breath catches on my thighs, his lips peppering my hips, and his grip has moved to my ass. He is molding my ass cheeks in his large hands, pulling them apart and then squeezing them back together, the movement is small, but it is enough to have me trembling below. Being manhandled by this man is an act in itself; he works my body like no one else ever has, and I am on the edge just by his need for me.
His tongue flattens against me, and my breath hitches with the contact as he explores, tastes, and then totally devours me. The combination of his hands, his tongue, and his extreme eagerness to please me is both intoxicating and overwhelming. The raspberries along with everything else I was doing before he arrived is all but forgotten.
I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair, and my hips buck a little as my orgasm builds. Every movement, every touch, turns me into flames, and my body burns brightly just for him.
“You taste so good, baby girl. Come for me, come on my tongue,” Jake murmurs, and his command is all I need before my breath quickens. The pleasure overwhelms me, and I explode, on his tongue as requested.
