Pieces (Riverdale #1) (10 page)

     
When they had arrived back at the hotel
they went straight to their room. Neither of them said much the way back, and
now as they stood in their hotel room, he could see she was still on the fence
about them. He made a promise to himself before they left for the show that he
wasn’t going to push her. One look at her, and being engulfed by the sexual
tension that radiated through the room, had him struggling with his promise.

     
He watched her slip out of her shoes and
shrink back to her original height. He placed his hands delicately on her
shoulders. “Want a beer?” He asked and helped her unclasp her necklace. He told
himself he was helping her out, but it was just an excuse to touch her. She had
an exquisite neck, long and slender, that spread into her sculpted collar bone.
He wanted so badly to taste it, to run his tongue along the base, feeling her
pulse against his mouth.

     
“Sure.” She said and took the necklace
from his hands.

     
He nodded and went over to the mini bar
and grabbed two beers from inside. He reached into his pocket for a lighter and
used it to pop off the tops of the beers. When he turned to hand it back to
her, she was smiling at him, watching him amused.

     
“It still gets me every time you do that.
Do you know how many times I’ve tried to do that?”

     
He laughed, the tension relieving itself.
“Do you know how many lighters of mine, you’ve broken tried doing that?” She
took the bottle from his hands and tipped its neck against the neck of his.

     
“Cheers.” She said and they both took a
long sip each. She placed her bottle down on the dresser. “I’m going to go
change.”

     
She grabbed one of her Macy’s bags and headed
towards the bathroom. Jake sighed heavily, wondering if she made a decision.
Maybe she didn’t want to see where this could go. He began to undress, when he
was down to his boxers, he threw the covers off of one of the beds and climbed
in. He didn’t give a shit that he was in his underwear; it’s all he ever slept
in, if that at all. And she had crawled into his bed a thousand times when he
had been sleeping just like that, so it wasn’t like he was propositioning her.
Ah fuck, he thought, he sounded like a horny teenager.

     
He took another sip of his beer and turned
on the television. At least she enjoyed her birthday. He had accomplished that.
As long as he could remember he hadn’t ever seen her that happy on her
birthday. He was flicking through the channels, not really paying attention
when she came out of the bathroom. She had taken all her make up off, and was
dressed in skimpy shorts and a camisole, she never wore pajamas. Jake wasn’t
sure if he would call these pajamas, they were sexiest ones he had ever seen
though. They barely covered her ass, and when she bent down to pick up the
shoes she had left on the floor before, he thought he had gone straight to
heaven. He must’ve groaned because she looked at him briefly before climbing
into her bed.

     
“What’re you watching?”

     
Hell, if he knew, she wasn’t wearing a
bra, because he could see the pink of her nipples through the white camisole.
He forced his eyes to look up at her face, and how her waves framed her face.
She lifted her hair and began to twist it on top of her head clipping it up,
exposing that delicious neck of hers.

     
“I have no fucking idea.” He croaked, and
grabbed his beer, chugging it like it was his salvation. She sat back on a
mountain of pillows and stared at the television. So did he, and pretended to
be interested in whatever nonsense was on. He couldn’t make out what the actors
were saying and then he realized they were watching Telemundo. Great,
Jake.
 
He peered over at her, she was
covering her mouth, trying not to laugh. He threw the remote on her bed.

     
“Put whatever you want on.”

     
“Why, I thought you were brushing up on
your Spanish.” She said teasingly.

     
He rolled his eyes and leaned forward,
pulling one of the pillows from behind him out and chucking it at her. It
bounced off her messy bun and he leaned back satisfied.

     
“Hey!” She said, raising an eyebrow at
him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

     
Oh, he’d finish, leaving them both
smiling. “Is that a dare?”

     
“I’m pretty mean in pillow fights. You
should know that.”

     
He watched her kneel on the bed collecting
her pillows. He laughed and stretched his arms out above his head, and leaned
back against them. “Take your best shot, in fact, I’m feeling nice. I’ll give
you a free pass.”

     
“You already threw one, how is that a free
pass?” She said as she shoved a stack of pillows under one of her arms and
grabbed another one from the corner of it. She swung it around as if it was a
lasso.

     
“That didn’t count.” He said and watched
her from the corner of his eye.

     
“Bullshit.” She said, grinning and let the
towel fly through the air and smack him in the face.

He
waited a moment before shoving the pillow off his face and sat up staring at
her. She was swinging two pillows, one in each hand.

     
“Nice shot.” His eyes traveled down to her
breasts that were spilling out of the camisole as she maneuvered the pillows.
“Did you buy that today?”

     
Her brows furrowed and then she looked
down at her pajamas. She dropped one of the pillows and fixed the strap that
had fallen, and tucked her breast back to its rightful position.

     
“Why?”

     
He licked his lips. “I was just wondering
if this torture was premeditated.”

     
She laughed at him and jumped off the bed,
standing right next to his. “Am I torturing you?”

     
“Do you really have to ask?” He cocked a
brow, questioning her and then to emphasize the question he pulled the covers
down so she could see his erection straining and filling his boxers.

     
Her eyes widened and she grabbed the
pillow from the floor and dropped it onto his lap, shielding him. “Jake!”

     
“Cara!” He mocked.

     
She took another step, hesitated, and then
pressed her knee onto the bed. She bit her lip, still contemplating, until he
wrapped his arms around her waist and made the decision easier. She was
kneeling on his bed, staring at him. “My pajamas did that to you?” She asked
softly, still not confident.

     
Jake stared at her and shook his head.
“You did this to me.” He moved the pillow from his lap and chucked it across
the room.

     
“I’m sorry.” She slowly moved to straddle
him, the whole time she maneuvered herself, and he could see how unsteady, how
nervous she was. Once she straddled him she held her back straight, so she
wouldn’t lean into him and his erection wouldn’t touch her. Her eyes roamed
from his down his chest, to the bulge she was fighting. “I should probably do
something to fix that.” She whispered and Jake hissed. He couldn’t form one
word that would make sense at the moment, so he opted to keep his mouth shut
and just watch her. She was a bundle of nerves and sexy as hell at the same
time. She ran her fingers down his chest, letting her them trail over the
tattoos that ran along the right side of his chest, his left side bare, an open
canvas. “How come you never got anything tattooed on this side?” She asked and
let her fingertips trail over the unmarked skin.

     
“That’s sacred territory.” He said as he
watched her kiss, her fingertips before pressing them to his left peck.

     
“Why?”

     
He reached up and cupped her face, her
eyes were changing color as he stared into them. “It’s over my heart.”

     
“Oh.’ Is all she said, and then she blew
out a breath that she seemed to be holding in forever. “We’re going to do
this?”

     
“If you want to, if you’re a hundred
percent sure.” He said slowly, evenly. Hoping she knew he was leaving this completely
in her hands.

     
“I want to.” She admitted as she reached
up and held his wrists as he cradled her face in his hands. “And I’ll be sure,
as long as you tell me that it won’t change anything.”

     
He wasn’t quick to answer. He simply
looked at her. He was done kidding himself and her, if they were going to do
this, then he was laying all his cards out on the table. His eyes had been open
and now it he was about to open hers. No more pussyfooting around anything.

     
“I can’t do that.” He watched the hope in
her eyes falter. “Because, it changes everything. We take the plunge, and see
this through, that’s it. No one else for you and no one else for me. You’re
mine and I’m yours, it’s as simple as that. I want you, Cara and I’m selfish
enough to admit it. Not just tonight, but for as long as you’ll have me.”

     
Silence is a bitch of a thing, and that’s
all he was granted. He let out a breath he hadn’t been realizing he was
holding. She smiled at him, that soft, beautiful eyes wide, smile and leaned
her body into his and brushed her lips over his.

     
“I’m one hundred percent sure, that I want
this.” She murmured against his lips. His heart felt like it would burst from
her words and he wrapped his arms tightly around her. A laugh escaped her lips
as he rolled her onto her back and stared down at her. He grinned at her
crookedly and her eyes shined with all the possibilities and all the love that
had been buried sprang to life.

     
Cara’s head swam with a million scattered
thoughts. She was far from a virgin, yet she felt like one. With nervous hands,
she reached out and pulled Jake down to her. This was really happening,
something she had been pushing out of her head, was something she was now
accepting. She closed her eyes, Goosebumps trailing along her body, as Jake
treated his tongue to the first lick of her long neck. She wondered if he too
was aching to taste her like she was aching to taste him.

     
She heard her moan escape as his teeth
delicately grazed the sleek flesh of her neck. His fingertips brushed her hair
behind her shoulders and his mouth clamped down on the side of her neck, right
below her ear. She was certain that was the moment all her inhibitions flew out
the window, as she tilted her head to the side offering him better access.

     
Jake couldn’t pinpoint how long he had
actually waited to have her in his arms like this, but he knew it was a damn
long time. Heaven, best word he could muster up to describe the feeling of her
delicate skin between his teeth. He let his tongue travel down to her shoulder.
His teeth pulled at the strap of her camisole and let them work the thing strip
of fabric down her shoulder. Her hips arched into him and she grabbed his
shoulders for leverage. He lifted his mouth and glanced at her face. Her eyes
were closed and a smile played upon her lips. Cara had always been beautiful to
him, but sex crazed Cara broke the barriers of beautiful and took the word to a
whole new level. She was sexy, voluptuous, and damn it, she was desirable.

     
Feeling the loss of his mouth, her eyes
snapped open. Please God, don’t let him be the one to come to his senses. When
her eyes found his, the blue irises were a dark gray and full of lust. She
pushed his chest fully aware that her fingers were trembling. He leaned back so
that she could sit up. She lifted the hem of her camisole, and went to slide it
up her torso, but he took her hands and placed them firmly on either side of
her. She swallowed her nerves and let him control her hands, securing them in
his fists at her sides. Slowly he began to slide his body down hers, carefully
pressing her back into the softness of the mattress. Those lustful gray eyes
peered up at her as his mouth began to brush across her stomach. She gasped,
feeling her body respond to his heated touch.

     
His mouth was a torture chamber, and her
skin was his victim. His teeth gripped the hem of her camisole and he began to
tug it higher. He released his hold on her hands and let his fingertips help
his teeth and he managed to slide the flimsy fabric up her body. Her fingers
dug into the sheets that covered the mattress as she arched her torso. The top
moved over the swell of her perky breasts. Her nipples stood at attention,
begging his mouth to capture them as his next target. His chin nuzzled the path
between her breasts, his hands still working the material over her full
breasts. She tried to remain patient but the pool of lust between her legs sang
a different tune. She wanted desperately to savor the first time she gave
herself to him. But her hormones had a mind of their own. Patience was
overrated her womanhood seemed to cry. Finally, he managed to pull the shirt
over her head before bowing his head to her chest again.

     
Jake rubbed his cheek over one of her
breasts, and then repeated the gesture to its partner. He mused at her; they
probed his skin, begging for attention. She wrapped her arms around his neck,
pushing his head further into the valley between her breasts. He smirked
against her skin, before sending his tongue on a journey between the twin peaks.
He glanced up at her, his mouth still latched onto one of her perky nipples. He
saw the look in her eyes, letting him know she was at his mercy; he took her
breasts in his hands. He blew out a strangled breath as they filled his palms,
and squeezed them, rolling them between his thumb and his forefinger. Her
nipples caught between his fingers and he pressed his fingers tighter. He bent
his head and took one of them between his teeth. She threw her head back
against the fluff of the pillows and bit her lip. He held back the smile that
threatened and lapped his tongue around the perky point instead. When he heard
her whimper he went to lift his mouth, but she grabbed the back of his head and
arched her chest into his face. He pressed open mouth kisses down the valley
between the two milky white mounds and found her other breast, he nestled
himself between her legs and ravaged her other breast just as thoroughly.

     
Cara didn’t think it was possible to
scream in pain and ecstasy at the same time, but was sure that’s exactly what
she was doing. Her breasts ached, her nipples were sore and swollen, and never
had been feasted on like they were now. She ground her pulsating pussy against
his engorged cock, begging him to take her. She wondered to herself how long he
was going to make her wait until he claimed her. He continued to tease her,
pressing himself against her. He grabbed her hips and slammed her pelvis into
his and when she heard him moan, she knew he was just as tormented as she. He
repeated the act, again, only for extra emphasize he rotated his hips giving
her a preview of how he was going to take her, whenever he decided that would
be.

     
He knew that he was an animal in bed, but
he had no idea how receptive to his ways Cara would be. He dreamed of them fucking
one another’s brains out, but he chalked it up to a fantasy.
 
Never knew that his, sweet Cara was a
temptress under all that sugar. He loved it and concluded he would by no means
ever get his fill. His fingertips worked the elastic band of those tantalizing
shorts down her silky legs. When the fabric pooled around her ankles, he slid
off the bed, standing as he pulled them completely off.
 
She spread her legs, treating him to a full
view of the goods she had kept hidden from him for so long. Bare and aching for
him, he licked his lips and then she snapped her legs shut. He looked up at her
abruptly.

     
“Lose the shorts, Jake.” Breathless, her
chest heaved. “Now,” she demanded. Her tone obviously not playing games and she
arched an eyebrow daringly. She wanted to feel his naked flesh against hers.

     
Jake swiped the band of his boxers down
his legs and kicked them off. He stood at the edge of the bed completely naked
before her, looking every bit as delicious and sinful as she expected. Her eyes
traveled the length of his body, pausing midway to stare at his impressive
erection. Her eyes clouded with hunger, and for a moment she feared she
wouldn’t be able to fit him. She’d die trying she asserted and crooked her
finger as she spread her legs for him. She wanted his hard body caged between
her legs, and her pussy rocking against him.

     
He kneeled on the bed and placed one of
his hands on each of her knee caps and spread her legs further apart. Jake bent
his head and his mouth worked one of her legs. He placed the leg, he wasn’t
worshipping against his hip and slid his hand down to her ass, squeezing her
ass cheek. When his mouth toyed with her inner thigh, he let his fingers dance
down the slit of her wet folds. She arched against his hand before guiding his
fingertips to where she desired him most. She was so wet and at that moment he
would bet that she probably had, lay awake at night dreaming about this as much
as he. His mouth joined the frenzy and lapped her slick folds, quenching his
desire to taste her. His tongue found her swollen clit and pressed down upon
it.

     
Cara didn’t think she’d be able to hold
out any longer once she felt his tongue slide against her throbbing clit. She
arched against his mouth and grabbed the back of his head. The pressure mounting
deep within, if he kept working her the way he was, he’d carry her over the
cliff she was climbing. That’s not how she wanted to come. No, the first time
she came from Jake, was going to be with him buried deep inside her. She willed
herself off the edge of ecstasy and nudged his shoulders with her feet.

     
Dear Jesus, please don’t let her tell me
we can’t do this, he prayed. Reluctantly, he looked up at her questioningly.
She grabbed him roughly and pushed him onto the bed. He rolled over and looked
up at her, watching her straddle his body. Her hands splayed flat across his
chest, down his stomach and ended their journey clutching his hips. She bent
her head and pressed her lips to the head of his cock. His eyes rolled back as
her mouth clamped around his dick, and she lavishly began to devour him. His
hard veined cock was made for her mouth. The way her lips closed around it and
traveled its length, have mercy, it was amazing. Her mouth was tight and wet
and he prayed her pussy was exactly the same. Her hand pumped his length as her
mouth sucked the tip. She flicked her tongue over the slit on the head and
swiped up the juices that his body released as a prelude. She disengaged her
mouth and pumped his cock with her hand once, twice, before lifting her body
and positioning the head at her entry.

     
She cocked her head to the side, and
whispered. “I only come, if I’m on top.”

     
Christ, he muttered to himself as he
stared at her. Not sure if she was blushing from embarrassment or if the heat
of her desire was etching her face. He looked down at his raging cock; her
little declaration seemed to make it grow harder.

     
Last words, she thought and slid down on
his cock, taking him inch by inch. She felt herself stretch from within to
accommodate him. When she had ground all the way down, she pushed her hair
behind her shoulder, and lifted her hips. His hands grabbed her hips and he
guided her back down his length. Once he filled her again, she rotated her hips
and ran her own hand down her body her fingertips joining her entryway and
began to rub her clit in slow circles.

     
Holy hell, she was the sexiest thing he
ever laid eyes on. When her fingers slid down her sweaty body, he thought he
came right then and there. She was completely engulfed in seeking her own
pleasure, and he was completely determined to be the one that took her to those
heights. He gripped her hips and flipped her over. Startling her out of her
trance, her perfect mouth formed an o and he slipped his tongue inside,
silencing her. With one hard thrust he filled her again. He grabbed her legs
and extended them straight into the air and flattened her onto her back. He
watched her eyes slide down to where the bodies were joined. He moved in and
out of her with excruciating slowness, savoring the moment.

     
She had thought it was impossible, she
would’ve sworn she could never feel an impending orgasm unless she was on top,
but Jake was proving her wrong. She felt her walls begin to clench around his
girth. Panting, desperate for it, she arched meeting him thrust for thrust.
When he slammed himself into her hard and fast three consecutive times, she
felt her body begin to convulse with pleasure.

     
“That’s it baby.” He slammed into her
again and she felt her nails dig into his waist. His eyes were focused on her
face, and as he watched her in the throes of her orgasm he let himself join
her. He groaned her name and pumped her as he let his release spill inside her.

     
She fell limp beneath him and he collapsed
over her, breathless and completely spent. They were tangled within each other,
catching their breath for a few minutes. He heard her mumble something, but he
was too much in a fog to make out what it was. He lifted his head from her
breast, feeling as it took all the energy he had left to do so.

     
“What’d you say?” He panted. Her eyes were
closed and she had a smile on her plump lips. She wiggled beneath him.

     
“I love how you feel in me.” She breathed
out and he realized he was still inside her, and he slowly slid out of her. He
pressed lips to her temple.

     
“Cara.”
 
She moaned slightly and he struggled to not forget his train of thought.
Her eyes opened slightly and she looked at him. “You okay?” He asked as he
trailed his thumb over her lower lip.

     
“I’m so much better than just okay.” She
leaned up and kissed his lips softly.

     
He wrapped his arms around her and held
her close to him. Relief flushed over him. It was one thing to go through with
something, it was another to go through with it and not get burned by the
aftershocks. He nuzzled his face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her
shampoo.

     
“I love you.” He said against her hair. “I
always have.” Reveling that he could finally speak the truth, he struggled
with.

     
She pulled back slightly so she could look
at him. Her eyes were glistening as she spoke. “I love you too Jake.” And then
she smiled and he was done for. He closed his eyes and brought her against him
again. Holding her like she was a piece of delicate china, savoring the fact
that she was in his arms finally, marveling that she loved him just as he did
her. They finally were content for the first time in their lives.

     
Cara stared at Jake’s arms that were
wrapped tightly around her. Her fingertips trailed the artwork that was inked
to his arms, absent-mindedly. For the first time her mind and her heart, had
been at peace with each other. She didn’t know what surprised her more, the
comfort she felt knowing that Jake had been feeling the same way all along or
that they had gone through with their feelings and it didn’t feel weird
afterwards. Usually after she had sex with someone she felt the need to bolt,
to cover up and get the hell out of dodge. Not with Jake. She felt safe,
comfortable, desirable, and as if she belonged wrapped in his arms. She felt
his lips press against her shoulder and the butterflies spread their wings in
the pit of her stomach.