SWNOVELS Pucking Around: Chapter 42
“Whoa,” I murmur, peering out the windshield of Caleb’s Jeep as we pull up to a sexy, modern beach house. It’s tall and narrow, with an industrial vibe of metal and glass. “It’s gorgeous.”
Poseidon pops his head between the seats, panting with his hot doggy breath in my face. I grin, giving him a pet under his neck.
Caleb cranks the Jeep into park outside the two-car garage. “There are some off-street spots round the block. We can carpool whenever it works for our schedules, otherwise I can plan to park there, and you can park your monster truck here in the drive.”
I groan. I really hate that damn truck. I can’t mention it around Jake, that’s for sure. He seems like the type to engage in extravagant gift giving.
Caleb hops out of the car, Poseidon following after him. The dog races around the front of the Jeep and up the walkway to the front door, letting out an excited bark.
I can’t help but laugh, slipping the strap of my overnight bag onto my shoulder. “He seems happy to be here.”
Caleb grunts, shouldering his own bag. “He’s a furry little traitor.”
“Jake mentioned you both in Seattle,” I say, shutting my door. “You know…the night we met.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, he said Sy liked him better than you.” I mean it to be teasing, but as soon as I say it, I realize I’ve done wrong.
Caleb’s smile falls and he turns pensive. “He likes everyone better than me,” he mutters.
Stepping forward, I loop my arm around his waist, tucking myself in against him. “Hey.” I pull him to a stop. “Look at me, Cay.”
He glances down, those dark eyes black in this light. His hair is tousled, and his tanned cheeks have a soft flush. He really does have beautiful bone structure. I can’t help but think of a fae from a fantasy book. The dark stubble gives him an edge and ages him up a bit.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight,” he replies. “You?”
“Twenty-seven. How old is Jake?”
“Same as you. His birthday is the end of April.”
We keep walking towards the door.
“Yeah, our bull-headed diva,” I say with a laugh.
“God, he’s such a Taurus,” Caleb replies, his arm slung casually around my waist.
“Wait—when’s your birthday? What’s your sign?”
He purses those pouty lips, eyes narrowing. “I don’t wanna say.”
I sigh. “I swear to god, if you’re a Virgo, I may have to walk away. I can’t pinball between a Taurus and a Virgo.”
“I’m not a Virgo,” he replies.
I gasp, pulling him to a stop. My eyes go wide as I smile like a loon. I slip his arm off from around me, holding it by the wrist as I turn it over.
“What are you—”
“Aha!” I cry in triumph. I trace my thumb over the tattoo on the inside of his forearm. It’s a bow and arrow. “You’re a Sagittarius, aren’t you?”
“No,” he says, tugging his arm away.
“Yes, you are,” I croon. “You’re a moody, temperamental, emotional mess of a Sagittarius. Ohmygod, this explains everything. You are such a Sagittarius.”
“Stop,” he grunts.
“I bet you’re artistic too, aren’t you?” I tease. “So, what’s your pleasure, daddy? Watercolors? Music? Oh, please tell me it’s poetry—”
“I will pay you to stop,” he growls.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what my sign is?”
“Nope,” he replies, walking off towards the front door.
“Oh, come on! Ask me!”
“I already know,” he calls over his shoulder.
I follow him. “How?”
He stops at the front door, glancing back at me. “You’ve got the Cancer constellation tattooed on the back of your arm, just above your elbow.”
“What—” I snatch at my own arm, trying to twist it to see. “Oh, shit—I totally forgot about that one! God, that was done when I was like fifteen. Harrison and I got them to match.”
He steps up to the front door, which has a fancy keypad lock. He taps in the digits to unlock the door and swings it open, letting Poseidon bolt inside with an excited yip. “After you,” he mutters. “Home sweet home.”
I step past him into the house, and I’m instantly greeted by an industrial layout of warm wood, dark metal, and glass. The entryway has a set of open stairs that zigzag up to all three levels.
Caleb shuts the door behind us, taking my bag off my shoulder.
“Hey!” comes Jake’s call from deeper in the house.
I step through the entryway and the floor plan opens into a huge great room—comfortable living room with a big sectional, the TV is on the sports channel; dining area framed in on two sides by floor-to-ceiling glass featuring a beautiful wooden table that has an almost driftwood vibe; and a massive kitchen that is like something out of master chef.
My gaze is immediately drawn to the double fridge because standing right in front of it is Jake. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants, his dark hair messy, like he just woke up from a nap. His muscles are like carved marble, a six-pack leading down to a cut “V” that has me eager to touch.
“There you are,” he calls. “Jeez, you said you were on the way like two hours ago. I was about to call in a search party and—hoooly shit—you two fucked.” He glances between us, his smile falling as his eyes narrow.
I go still.
“That’s why you’re so late, isn’t it? Yeah…I see it all over Cay’s guilty face and—oh, fuck me—he fucked you with his android cock, didn’t he?”
“Easy,” Caleb growls.
But Jake’s eyes go wide as he slips his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants that are leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. “Well, how was it?”
I glance over my shoulder at Caleb. This is new territory for all of us. “Umm…do you really want to know details?”
“Of course, I wanna know,” Jake cries. “Oh god, it was amazing, wasn’t it?” He groans, rubbing his hand over his face. “It’s not fair. He’s got all the smarts, and that weird surfer vampire vibe, and a kinky ribbed cock. How’s a guy supposed to compete with a surfing, sun-kissed Edward Cullen?”
Now Caleb and I are both choking on our laughter, Poseidon dancing at our feet.
Jake’s petulance only fuels my giddiness. “You think this is funny, Seattle? You think you’re gonna cast me aside for Caleb and his weird Klingon cock?”
I have tears in my eyes as I prop my hands on my hips. “Well, what are you gonna do about it, handsome?”
With a feral growl, he lunges forward, grabbing me around the middle and swinging me up over his shoulder. I’m caught totally by surprise, my tender hips screaming in pain, as he takes off with me towards the stairs, giving my ass a swat for good measure.
“Jake—put me down—”
“Not a chance,” he replies, hurrying for the stairs as Poseidon chases after us. “Cay, take the pizza out of the oven!” he calls over his shoulder.
“Sweet, thanks for warming it up for me!”
“Eat it and you’re dead, asshole!” Jake barks back. He hurries us up the stairs, every bounce of the steps murder on my hips.
“Nice place,” I pant, my hands pressed against his back.
“I’ll give you a tour later,” he replies, taking me straight down the hall to what I can only assume is his room. He slips me off his shoulder and leaves me swaying on my feet. “Out, Sy!”
Poseidon skitters away back down the hall and Jake slams the door.
I do a quick turn, taking it all in. The only light comes from the bedside lamp. It’s a beautiful room done in a style to match the rest of the house—masculine, warm woods and cool metals. His bed looks mussed, like he really was napping this afternoon. His sheets are bright white, in sharp contrast to the soft grey of his comforter.
He steps in behind me, wrapping me in his arms, his face dropping to the crook of my neck to breathe me in. “I missed you,” he murmurs against my skin.
I shiver in his hold as his lips tease my pulse point. “You saw me a few hours ago.” My hands curl around his forearms.
“It’s not the same,” he replies, cupping my breasts as he flips to the other side, giving my neck more soft kisses. “I’ve missed you so much, baby. For weeks. Months. Needed you. God, it feels so right to have you here with me.”
I lean against him, closing my eyes, and let myself feel everything. His aura is everywhere in this room, his scent; that soft, woodsy smell that acts like my pussynip. I want to bottle it. If he’s got body wash, I’m stealing it. I want this scent lingering on my skin always.
“I need you,” he whispers. “But I don’t know how this works. With Cay, I—”
We both go still. Slowly, I turn in his arms. I place my hands flat on his bare chest and hold his gaze. “Ask me anything,” I say.
“How does this work? Is it like…dibs?”
I raise a brow. “Dibs?”
“Yeah, like he had you tonight, so now I can’t? Or do I have to wait or something?”
I snort. “What, like waiting thirty minutes after you eat to go swimming?”
“Well, I don’t know,” he says, dragging a hand through his hair. “I’m trying to be, like, respectful, when really, I’m freaking the fuck out because all I can think is, ‘Holy fuck, she’s here! She’s in my room! Why am I not inside her yet?’ And I’m trying to make that voice shut up and focus and have ‘the talk’ or whatever this is,” he says, gesturing between us. “But it’s just…I’ve just missed you so goddamn much. And I don’t want to miss you anymore.”
I cup his face. “I’m right here, angel. And there are no rules when it comes to timing or dibs, at least not for me. But if it makes you uncomfortable to think I was with Caleb earlier…if you want to wait, or if you want me to shower first—” I bite off my words, my hands lowering as I feel my cheeks go a little warm.
Jake’s gaze drifts to my black, high-waisted leggings. “Did he take you bare?”
I nod.
He lets out another low groan. “God, why does that turn me on so much?” He leans in, one arm at my waist as he brushes his lips along my temple. “Are you dripping with my best friend’s cum right now, Seattle Girl?”
“Maybe a little.”
His hands tangle in my hair as he pulls me forward, tipping my head back to kiss me. “So fucking hot.”
I sigh into his mouth, loving the feel of his lips on mine. Both the boys are excellent kissers. I don’t care that they got this good through years of practice with puck bunnies because I’m reaping the benefits now. I wrap my hands around his waist, my fingers slipping inside the top of his sweats to cup his ass. Jake Compton has an ass that literally doesn’t quit.
“Wait—wait,” he murmurs, pulling back.
I suck in a breath, blinking up at him.
“Babe, you’re fired,” he says.
“What?”
He grins. “I gotta fire you. You’re not my doctor anymore. I’ll see one of the other docs. Hell, I’ll buy another doctor, and ship them to every practice and game.”
“Jake—”
“I’m serious, baby. I’m not messing this up for me or for you. Do we need to sign the form thing?”
My heart flips. “What?”
“We don’t have to tell a soul outside of Caleb and HR,” he adds. “No one has to know if that’s really what you want. But I want this all above board. I don’t want this biting you in the ass later. I’m the only one who gets to do that,” he adds with another wolfish grin.
I let out a breath, my mind racing. Signing a form feels so official. Hell, you sign a marriage license. The look of hope in his eyes is tearing down all my walls. He’s laying me bare. Slowly, I cup his cheek and nod. “Okay.”
His eyes go wide. “Wait—seriously?”
“Yeah, okay. We’ll sign the forms. We’ll tell Vicki.”
He grins like a loon, wrapping me in his arms. “Oh, you are so fucking fired. I’m not your patient anymore, Doc. I’m not gonna go to you for so much as a hangnail. Never again.” His hands are all over me as he murmurs in my ear. “I’m gonna be so professional. People will give us an award for ‘most collegial.’”
I snort, my body arching into his hands, craving more.
But then he cups my cheek, jerking my face up to hold his gaze. “But when we come home, all bets are fucking off. No colleagues. Say it.”
“No colleagues,” I reply on a breath.
“No ghosting me.”
I shake my head. “No ghosting.”
His gaze softens as he smiles. “We’re gonna have so much amazing sex, you’ll think you’ve died and gone to pussy heaven. I’m gonna treat you so good, baby. And we’ll cook and go to the beach and do couples shit too. You’re mine.”
“Yours.”
We seal it with a kiss, his hands softening on me, slipping down to my shoulders. “Tell me the truth,” he mutters against my mouth. “What’s the deal with the pierced cock?”
I huff out another laugh, pulling back. “Are you really that curious? I guarantee you he’d let you play with it. You could have all the firsthand knowledge you want—”
“Seattle,” he growls. “I’m dying over here.”
I bite my lip, trying to think of how to sensitively phrase my first experience of mind-blowing fuck-me-all-better sex with Caleb and his magically ribbed dick. My hips still have a heartbeat from being bent over and pulverized against the counter. “Umm…”
“Oh, fuck that.” Jake snatches me up again, marching me across his room into the bathroom.
“Jake—what are you doing—”
“We’ve gotta remind this pussy what an all-natural man can do.” He gives my ass another stinging slap before setting me on my feet in his massive, dark-tiled bathroom. He’s got a deep soaking tub. It’s big enough to fit two people easily. The shower is huge too, with a double rainfall shower head.
Jake jerks the dials, sending water cascading down, filling the room with the sound of a waterfall. “Take your clothes off, Seattle.”
“Oh, yeah?” I say, arms crossed. “What’ll happen if I do?”
He drops his grey sweats to the floor. It’s the only piece of clothing he’s wearing. So now I’m standing with a perfectly naked Jake Compton. God, he’s got a gorgeous cock. I’m one of those women that actually finds cocks beautiful. Jake’s just does something to me. I’m salivating, desperate for more of this man.
He steps forward, fisting that pretty cock, his gaze molten. “You’re gonna get in my shower, Seattle. And I’m gonna press you up against the wall and tongue fuck you til you scream. Once you’ve come on my face, I’m gonna remind you how good we are together, how much you like this cock. You know you crave me like I crave you. Now take off your fucking clothes.”
I’m only pretending to be a cool customer. Inside, I’m a molten volcano. Slowly, I strip off my tank top, dropping it to the floor. He watches me, his hooded gaze calm and confident. He knows there’s no universe in which I’m not getting in that shower. He’s my magnet. We’re meant to collide.
I kick off my little slip-on tennis shoes and dip my thumbs into the top of my leggings and undies together, pulling them down. I shimmy out of both and right myself.
“Baby—what—” Jake’s lazy smile disappears in a blink as he steps forward. “What happened?”
My own smile falls as I glance down. Standing naked in front of your lover, the last thing you want to hear them say is ‘what happened?’
His hands ghost over my hips, his thumbs barely brushing the skin.
“What?” I say, trying to look down.
He spins me around, so I see myself in the mirror.
“Oh…shit,” I murmur. I’ve got bruises growing on my hips from where Cay slammed me up against the counter.
“What did you do? Are you hurt?” says Jake, his voice so earnest as he looks at my naked reflection in the mirror, his hands featherlight on my hips.
“No,” I say quickly. “I, umm…it’s fine.”
His eyes narrow. “Oh…” I see the moment it clicks for him. Snap goes his control. “Oh, no he fucking didn’t. I’ll kill him—CAY!”
“Jake, no!” I spin around, grabbing his arm as he tries to stalk off naked and hunt Caleb down. I honestly don’t know who could take who in an ass-kicking contest. Sure, Jake is in NHL-ready shape, but Caleb might secretly take cage-fighting lessons. “Jake, I’m fine—”
“You look like he tried to saw you in half!”
“I asked for it,” I admit, placing a soothing hand on his chest. “It was a moment for us. We had some stuff to iron out. We did, and now we’re good, and we’re both here.” My hand drifts up to cup his face. “Look at me, angel.”
His gaze softens as he takes me in. His hand raises to wrap around my wrist.
“In Seattle, I packed up my stuff in tears,” I whisper, giving him all my truth. “I left that hotel room…I left you…and the moment the door shut, I slid down the wall to the floor and I cried. I wanted to go back in so badly. I left both the room keys so I couldn’t. Not without waking you—”
“You should have,” he mutters. “I wasn’t done. One night wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough for me.”
“I think you think you’ve been alone in missing me,” I go on. “You think this is one-sided…don’t you?”
His silence is answer enough.
“Cay might have swept in and shook our foundations, but everything we are, everything we had, it’s still right here.” I take his hand, splaying it over my heart like I did all those months ago in Seattle. “I’m right here, Jake. Whatever this is, wherever it goes, I’m here. We’ll make our own rules, okay? We’ll define happiness on our terms. But I want you both. And there is no winning here. There is no first or second place. No trophies and no choosing. I am not a prize to be won.”
Slowly he nods. Oh god, can this be happening? Is he in this too? Are we giving this a real shot?
He holds my gaze. “But you can’t keep me away anymore, Rach. I can’t handle it. I need you with me, okay? You gotta answer my texts. No more leaving me on read. Your silence tears my heart out. Call me clingy, I don’t care. I have to be me—”
“I want you to be you,” I say, brushing my thumb along his cheek. “My Jake,” I murmur. “You’re mine.” I brush my fingers over his mouth. “These lips…this chin…” I trail my fingers down. “This strong heart…” I splay my hand over his chest. “I want it all. Be mine, Jake.”
He wraps me in his embrace, his forehead dropping to mine as he breathes me in. “I’m yours, baby. I was yours the moment you turned around on that bar stool.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, lifting up on my toes. His hard cock is angled up between us, pressed against the bruise on my hip. The pain centers me. Jake has been living in pain too. His bruises aren’t visible, but they’re there. I put them there.
Taking him by the hand, I lead him into the shower. I step under the hot spray and turn, my hands going back to his shoulders. “I want to make you feel so good. No more worry. No more missed tomorrows. Come back to me. Find me again like you did in Seattle—”
He silences my request with a kiss, his hands roving my body with eagerness as we just melt into each other. Our bodies seem to have memorized each other. I know how to fit him. And he knows me. We kiss as we tease, my hand around his cock giving slow pulls. Just enough pressure, with a sweep of my thumb at his sensitive tip.
He groans into my touch, pressing in with his hips. His hand delves between my legs, his fingers finding my center slick with my own wetness and Caleb’s release. The shower washes it away as we stay breathing each other’s air.
Then he’s walking me backwards until my butt hits the cold tiled wall. He doesn’t wait a beat before he’s dropping to his knees. His hands are gentle at my hips as he places a few open-mouthed kisses over my bruised skin. His lips trail lower, kissing my bare pussy, giving it little teasing licks. He moans his eagerness and I feel the vibration right on my clit.
My whole body is a live wire. I’m crackling like I have electricity under my skin. He nuzzles his face against me, his hands tightening a bit as he groans again. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”
I can’t help but laugh, my body relaxing against the wall, as I realize he’s not actually talking to me. “You think she missed you too?” I tease.
“I know she did,” he replies with confidence, parting me open and flicking his tongue against my clit. “Mmm, this pretty pink pussy is all fucking mine. I swear, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
My laugh dies in my throat as he latches on with his mouth, his hands circling around to fist my ass cheeks. “Please,” I murmur, spreading my legs a bit. I want Jake eating my pussy like it’s his last meal.
My hands dig into his wet hair, and I shift my weight as he tugs on my left leg, flipping it over his shoulder. Then he goes all in. He’s ravenous, his tongue and lips showing me just how much he’s missed me. It takes nothing to have me spiraling right out to that edge of release.
The moment he sinks his fingers inside me, I’m coming, the walls of my cunt clenching tight around him. He rides it out with me, sucking my clit and flicking it with his tongue until I stop pulsing around his fingers. He gives my pussy a few more soft kisses, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean as he stands.
I lead him over to the tiled bench seat, passing under the shower’s hot spray, and push down on his shoulders. He sinks down bare-assed, his hands trailing up my sides to cup my breasts. I gently climb onto his lap, straddling him with my knees on the hard tile of the bench. Jake helps position me, lifting me under the ribs as I notch his cock at my entrance and sink slowly down, taking his full length inside me on a soft exhale.
His gaze overflows with such longing as he looks up and down my body, helping me rock on his lap. His perfect cock fills me so full. I feel him everywhere. We sink into each other, two souls woven together as one, as we chase our releases. My thrusting gets faster, my fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders as my back arches and my head tips back on a low moan.
“Jake, I’m so close—”
“Me too, baby. Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “I don’t know how to stop wanting you. I love you so much. I’m gonna be so good to you—”
His sweet words catapult me over the edge, and I’m coming again. I’ve lost count of my orgasms tonight. I’m wrecked. Utterly ruined. My body falls against Jake, my forehead pressed into his neck as I feel him slamming up with his hips, crying out his own release so deep inside me.
We hold to each other, breathing in sync, as we spiral down. The steam feels so good in my lungs, opening my chest. I push gently off his shoulders to look at him. “How do you feel about eating pizza in bed?”
He smiles. “Best idea you’ve ever had.”