Page 98 of Into the Dark
“Jake, please…fuck me,” I pant, half-crazed, turning my head to try to find his mouth.
The low half-chuckle-half-groan he presses against my ear sounds almost sadistic. “I thought you wanted to talk,” he says.
He’s struggling too. I feel it in the way his body trembles, in the strained breaths in and out against my ear. I feel the effort it’s taking for him not to fuck the living daylights out of me right this instant. And that gives me the strangest surge of power.
I smile. “I do want to talk.”
“Tough,” he hisses before pulling all the way out and thrusting back into me. Exactly like I knew he would.
Holding my neck, he grips my hip and begins to fuck me—hard, rough thrusts that feel deliciously deep. It feels almost angry, a desperate and mindless fucking I never knew I needed. I angle my body back and up a little so I can take him deeper, and he lets out a low grunt of pleasure against my neck.
“That’s it, baby. Take me deeper, like that, yes…” His curses are low and throaty, and I absorb every single one of them like kisses. “Fuck, Alex, yes. You’re doing fucking perfect.”
It doesn’t take long. The rough desperation of it all brings my climax far sooner than I expect it to.
“Jake, I’m going to…” I gasp out, and he fucks me harder, his thrusts turning chaotic and messy.
As his fingers dig harder into my hip and his teeth bite down on my shoulder, I come. Delicious waves of warmth pulsing through my body. Jake spills inside me with a curse, and then his fingers and mouth are easing off. He kisses across the bite and strokes his fingers over my hip. Then he’s twisting my mouth to kiss me deep, his tongue licking inside against our mingled breaths.
When he levers himself off and out of me, the hot, slick feel of his orgasm dribbles out with him. I roll over onto my back, and he leans over me to inspect my shoulder.
“Fuck. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he checks, smoothing his fingers over the spot where his teeth bit down. It tingles slightly, but it’s not painful.
“No,” I tell him, smiling faintly.
His eyes linger on mine for a moment before he leans in to kiss me lightly on the lips. “Sorry, got a bit carried away.” He looks a little shy. Then he flops on his back next to me.
“Mmm, I like it when you get carried away. You know that.”
He eyes me sexily. “Fucking hell, that was great.”
I turn onto my side and settle my hand over his chest, tracing my fingers over the ink lightly. His chest rises and up and down with exertion. “Yes. Quite the distraction,” I say quietly.
He tenses, but then he releases a long, contented sigh.
I leave it a few long seconds before speaking. “I still think we need to talk about it, Jake. This is too important.”
“Yeah, well, like I already said, we aren’t talking about it.”
I sit up and look down at him. “Oh, I know what you said, Jake. But I’m insisting.”
He raises an eyebrow mockingly. “You’re insisting?”
“Yes.”
Amusement flickers across his face. Then he lets out another sigh and moves off the bed to saunter into the bathroom. He closes the door behind him, but not all the way, and a second later I hear the sound of him urinating.
Huffily, I move further up the bed and rest back against the headboard. I pull my dress down about my legs and fold my arms, waiting for him to reemerge. When he does he looks as nonchalant as ever, his eyes flicking to me only briefly as he crosses the bedroom to the large walnut wardrobe on the opposite side of the room, where he begins to rummage through the drawers on the lower half.
“Jake,” I say, breaking the heavy silence.
“I told you we aren’t talking about it, Alex. Now leave it alone.” His tone is firm, serious. It’s a warning, but it only makes me angry. Surely he can see how important this is. Surely he can understand why I’m not willing to leave this alone. His mother coming back into his life, seemingly a changed woman, and wanting to reestablish a relationship with him is too bloody important.
“I get why you’re angry with her, Jake, I do. And I understand why you want nothing to do with her.”
“Oh, you do? Well, thanks for understanding, baby. I really fucking appreciate it,” he drawls sarcastically without turning around.
Naively, perhaps, I decide to go on. “But she’s your only family for what you know, and she wants to make amends. And I honestly think that if you don’t hear her out it might eat you up inside for the rest of your life, and I don’t want that,” I say. You have enough eating you up inside, I don’t say.