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Her head dropped, then popped back up. “Jake, you know how bad I want to fuck you, you fuck…and fuck, right?” Her eyes were droopy as she looked at him.
“Shh, yes, Sweets,” he said as they reached her door.
“Want it to be special, though…special, 'cause the truth is you’re the only man I’ve ever had, had sex with who didn’t pay a hell of a lot of money for it. Isn’t that crazy?” Her head sagged down. “Only you, everyone else paid.”
Jordan’s eyes found Jake’s. He mouthedComplicated, nodding his head, remembering Jake’s statement from a couple of weeks ago.
Jake cocked an eyebrow, acknowledging Jordan. “Mm…hmm.” Then he whispered to Rakell, “Sweets, I need the code.” She rattled off the code, and to Jake’s surprise, it was right.
Just as Jordan and Jake got her into her living room, she said, “I’m going to be sick, sick, sorry...sick.”
“I got this, Jordan, thanks.” He nodded.
“Jake, I know I don’t need to say this, but…”
“Never, wouldn’t do that, you know that. That ship sailed hours ago, not into necrophilia,” he muttered, wrapping his arm around Rakell’s torso.
“I know, okay, text if you need anything. I’ll wait up for a bit.” Jordan turned, walking toward the front door.
Jake got Rakell to the bathroom with one hand around her waist, while his other hand held back her hair as she continually threw up in the toilet. When her knees started to buckle, Jake held her by the waist, helping her lower herself down. He knelt beside her holding her hair as she continued dry-heaving into the toilet. After she collapsed onto the floor, he propped her into a sitting position against the bathroom wall and slowly removed her dress and booties. He then got a washcloth, washed her face, and brushed her teeth for her. The whole time she was opening and closing her eyes, saying, “Sorry, I still want you.” Then he picked her up, laying her gently on her bed. As he looked through her drawers for something to put her in, he found an Iowa Tornado’s jersey with the number twelve and flannel Tornado boxer shorts folded next to black lace lingerie.Shit, he thought,sexy lingerie or Tornado wear—not much for choices. Ugh, he thought maybe he should just leave her in her bra and panties. He couldn’t bear to put her in a Randall Adams jersey.
Pulling the comforter up to her neck, he placed water and aspirin by her bed. Then he undressed down to his briefs, found a blanket, and pushed back the Scandinavian-style chair facing her bed. He didn’t trust himself to sleep in the bed with her. The desire to touch her, or at least hold her, was swelling inside him, and he didn’t want her to wake up to that, not this night.
The following morning, Rakell’s eyes burned as she lifted her lids. She saw him pulling on his jeans, then walking out of her room. She shut her eyes. Her temples throbbed as she tried to remember the night before——the lights at the Elephant Room, music, the alcohol, the thought she’d had too much as she sat on the toilet in the bathroom, Delilah holding her hand, steadying her as they walked back to the table.
She heard Jake set something on the bedside table next to her. Opening her eyes, she watched as he grabbed the blanket off the leather chair and sat down. Covering his lap with the blanket, he sipped his coffee, his torso bare. Then his eyes landed on her, a small smile cracking his lips. “Morning, beautiful.” His tone was playful.
“Ugh!” she blurted out in a hoarse voice, grabbing the pillow and burying her head beneath. She heard his soft chuckle.
“There’s water, aspirin, and coffee beside you if you can manage to turn,” he said.
Jerking the pillow off her head, she propped herself up, one hand cradling her achy head. “J-A-K-E,” she whined, reaching for the water, gulping it.
He sat up, drinking his coffee. “How’s the head?”
“Feels like someone took a hammer to it. I do not like myself right now. Jake, what happened? I mean,”—she pointed to him, then her—“us, not…”
His eyebrows twitched up, a wry grin on his face. “Wild, completely wild, best yet.”
“Fuck, I don’t remember…”
“I have video.” He smiled, rolling his eyes. “Really, Sweets? Not into that—I like my women responsive so they can tell me how great I am,” he chuckled, looking at her. Lurking behind his joking state was concern. Ihope she knows that no one should ever touch her when she’s that intoxicated…Was it his responsibility to tell her that? He shivered; the complexity of herfelt overwhelming.No, just be the only one,a voice emphasized in his head.
“Oh yeah, forgot about that ego of yours. Was I a fool?”
“Well, yes, but who cares.”
“What did I do?”
“Nothing, just told Delilah and Jordan how much you loved them and Jasmine.”
“Well, that’s true at least. And you, what did I say to…”
He leaned forward in the chair, sporting an exaggerated sad puppy dog face. “You don’t remember telling me you want to have my babies?” He bit the inside of his mouth, watching her jaw drop open.
“Ugh, God, what an idiot,” she said, flopping her torso back, her head hitting the pillow.
“I thought it was sweet, especially you agreeing to five kids and a house on the ranch, and…”
