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Chapter twelve
Sarah
Myheadiskillingme as I drive back from the pharmacy the next , a box of Plan B in my purse.
I guess I drank more than I thought--which I should have figured from the crazy thoughts I had running through my head last night. I don't know what I was thinking when I told Jake to come inside me, especially because I did itagainwhen we got back to my place...more than once. He fucked me silly for another night, leaving for work in the morning and leaving me to figure out what to do.
So...Plan B it is, I guess.
That is, until I pull up to house and get inside.
I toss the pill on the countertop and ignore it while I have a snack...then I sit down on the couch and flip channels. I watch a little reality TV before glancing back at the little box on the counter.
And I continue to ignore it.
I'm still ignoring it when a knock sounds at my door, and I stand up to answer it. I'm expecting Reagan--I asked her if she could come over earlier, and she said she would try after work--but it's a bit early.
Instead, I find Jake standing at my door.
He smiles and scrubs at his wet hair. "Hey...can I come in?"
I nod and open the door wider, taking a step back to let him pass. He comes in with his hands in his pockets, more awkward in the light of day than he was when he was fucking my brains out last night. I can smell the lake on him, earthy and wet, and it wakes something primal in me.
"You just come from work?" I ask.
He nods. "Yeah," he says. "Sorry--I guess it was rude. I just..."
He trails off, and it occurs to me that he has no idea why he's here. Neither do I; we hadn't talked about meeting up again, and my plan was to take my pill today and spend the afternoon feeling like garbage.
But as I look at him, I realize that I don't want to feel like garbage. Not with him here. I want him. I want him to touch me again, to make me forget everything else.
And it seems, as he looks at me, that he feels the same way. There's a hunger in his eyes that matches my own.
Suddenly, we're kissing, and all other thoughts leave my mind. His hands are on my hips, pulling me in close as we kiss deeply. I can feel his hardness against my stomach, and it only makes me want him more.
We break apart for a moment, gasping for breath. "I can't stop thinking about you," he whispers in my ear.
"I can't stop thinking about you either," I admit. "But Jake...you taste like lake."
He laughs and pulls away, his hands on my arms. "Shower?" he asks.
I nod. "Shower."
We stumble to the bathroom, taking off our clothes along the way. Then I'm stepping into the steam and I'm naked against him once again...and we're kissing, and he's pushing me up against the wall, and the tile is cold while the hot water streams down my breasts, his cock grinding against my pussy but not quite slipping inside just yet--
"Fuck," I hiss, my thighs hitched up around his waist. He holds me effortlessly, his fingertips pressing bruises into my ass as he chuckles.
"You've got a dirty mouth on you," he laughs.
I groan as he nips at my throat. "Then why don't you fill it with something?" I ask.
"Fuck, you're amazing," he growls. He puts me down and lets out a hoarse moan when I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him. "Fuckin' dirty girl...you gonna suck my cock?"
I answer by getting to my knees, looking up at him as water streams down his muscled form.
I tease him, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock before pulling away. "Fuck," he gasps. "You're killing me, Sarah."
I laugh and put him in my mouth, sucking lightly on the tip, a few droplets of water trailing into my mouth as well. He hisses and thrusts his hips forward, his thick cock driving into my throat.
