My mouth drops open as he grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the dresser, taking his cock in hand so he can slide it between my folds, soaking it in my juices.
“Jake, please…” I beg as he circles the tip around my clit and teases my entrance.
“Are you ready for me, Bug?” he asks, his eyes burning into mine. “This is gonna be rough and hard; I can’t take you any other way.”
“Do it,” I moan, spreading my legs wide, tilting my hips so the first inch of his cock pushes inside me. Jake grunts, taken by surprise, but it doesn’t last long. He grabs my hips and begins to work the rest of his length inside me until he's buried to the hilt. I’ve never felt this full, and I crave the slight sting I feel when he begins to move.
Keeping one hand on my hip, he slides the other one up my body, pinching my nipple and then his fingers are at my throat again. Just like before, he holds it possessively as he thrusts into me, his thumb on my pulse point as if he’s using it as a guide to my arousal. I love the feeling of it and the pressure just fuels my passion, urging me to thrust back against him, rubbing my clit against his pelvis, sending me higher and higher.
As we fuck, the dresser begins to move against the wall, slamming into the plaster, but Jake doesn’t stop. He hammers into me, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time, his brows drawn together as if he’s in pain. I dig my nails into his shoulders and draw my knees up against his sides as I feel my release getting closer.
“Livi, please,” Jake begs, squeezing the hand around my neck slightly. I’m shocked when that simple action sends me toppling over the precise, and I fall apart, moaning his name and clamping my knees against his ribs as my pussy pulses around his thick cock.
Jake isn’t far behind me, and in three more thrusts he groans and stills, buried deep inside me as he empties his release into the condom. As he finishes, he slumps against me and his hand releases my neck, replaced by his lips as he gently kisses my pulse point.
But even with my orgasm still buzzing through my veins, I find myself wondering: where the hell do we go from here?
∞∞∞
As promised, Jake does fuck me in his bed, but only after he eats me out on the kitchen table after smearing apple turnover filling on my pussy. He fucks me again in the shower when we’re trying to clean up.
I’ve been lying next to him for a while now, listening to his breathing slowly even out and get deeper, turning into a soft snore. His face is turned toward me, and he looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping. The constant crease between his brows is gone, and he looks so young, just like I remember him and Pete as teenagers.
Thoughts of my brother stab at my heart, and suddenly I feel a pang of guilt for not doing what I set out to do. I came here to get the information I’ve wanted for years, but I let myself get carried away by my attraction to Jake. I think back to our conversations that night and realize that he hardly talked about himself. Was that on purpose so Pete’s name wouldn’t come up? Has he been distracting me so I won’t ask him any awkward questions?
Before I can allow my paranoia to really take hold, Jake grunts next to me and rolls onto his back, his arms flying up around his head.
“No! No!” he yells, his face contorted in pain. “I missed the shot! I didn’t see him. I'm sorry brother, I’m sorry!” The anguish in his voice takes my breath away and I feel helpless as to how to help him. I know the few times Pete came home from deployment I heard him cry out in his sleep, but Jake seems tormented like a man in hell. I’m almost afraid to wake him up, but before I can make that choice, he sits bolt upright in bed, his eyes looking around wildly, sweat shining on his face and chest.
“Jake, you had a nightmare,” I coo, gently reaching out to stroke his hair away from his forehead. But as soon as I touch him, he flinches away from me, and I see his walls go back up, even higher than before.
He jumps out of bed and pulls on his jeans, picking up my dress and throwing it at me.
“You need to go, Olivia.” His voice is monotone and cold. “This was a mistake.”
His words and their delivery cut me to the core, and I feel the tears sting my nose, but I’m determined not to let a single one fall in his presence.
Angrily, I grab my dress from the bed and pull it over my head, getting up to tie the straps at my neck. “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I snarl, searching around for my shoes. “What the fuck happened in the last few hours that made this a mistake?”
“It just is, okay?” he yells, pacing back and forth like a caged tiger, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. Jesus, he can’t even look at me. “You’re Pete’s little sister, you’re like my little sister, and it’s just wrong. We should never have done that.” He stops pacing and points to the bed where a few hours ago he made love to me so tenderly, my eyes filled with tears and he kissed them away as they slid down my cheeks.
“You know what?” I yell, waving my shoe at him, so angry I can’t even see straight. “I think you’re a fucking coward! I think you know something about what happened to Pete and you’re just too chicken shit to tell me so you distracted me by fucking me into the mattress.”
Jake flinches as my words seem to wound him. “Livi, I…” he begins, but then he can’t seem to find the words to continue.
“Just forget it, Jake,” I sob, losing the battle to hold back the tears, letting them fall freely down my face and onto my chest. “I’d hope that if you ever cared for me or my family, you’d tell us the truth about what happened to Pete.”
I finally see my other shoe next to the dresser, so I swipe it up as I stomp toward the door but Jake stands in the way, blocking my exit.
“Get out of my way,” I whisper, not even able to look at the man who’s just shattered my heart.
“Livi, I want to explain…” Jake begins, holding the tops of my arms, but I shake him off.
“No! The only thing I want from you is the truth,” I say through gritted teeth. “If you can’t be honest, then we have nothing else to say to each other.”
And with that I shove past Jake and just about make it to my car before I slump against the steering wheel and cry my heart out: for me, for Jake, for my parents and for Pete, the pain of his death as fresh as it was the day it happened. But now instead of just unanswered questions, I have a broken heart to go with them.
Chapter 11