Pieces (Riverdale #1) (11 page)

     
“What’s going on in that beautiful head of
yours?” Jake said as he pressed fluttering kisses along her entire shoulder.

     
“Mmm. I like that.” She said as she eyed
him from the corner of her eye. His hands began to slide down the length of her
body as he spooned her.

     
“What else do you like?” He said as his
tongue found the back of her ear.

     
Her body shuddered against his as the
stroke of his tongue awakened her sated body. She grinned, as she felt his
erection grow against her, knowing she wasn’t the only one whose body was
aroused. She closed her eyes as his teeth nipped at her earlobe.

     
“Jake.” She said barely audible, feeling
him shift as she trembled. He propped himself on his side and stared down at
her. Her eyes fluttered open and she peered up at him.

     
“I asked you a question.” His lips quirked
with the hint of amusement and he let his fingertips glide across her stomach,
one finger circling her belly button.

     
“I was distracted, ask me again.” She said
as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. She could feel the moisture
between her legs, and clasped her thighs shut.

     
He grinned at her and her legs went limp,
so much for trying to control her arousal. That wicked grin and amusement in
his eyes completely freed her of any control. She wanted him again.

     
“What else do you like?” He dragged out
the sentence, basically purring each word.

     
“I like when you kiss me.” Smooth, Cara.
Real smooth, she told herself.

     
He pouted but bent his head to place the
briefest of kisses upon her plump lips. “Where do you want me to kiss you?” He
let his fingers trail down her navel.

     
The steel cock that nudged her leg
distracted her for a moment. She ground her teeth into her lip as she pondered
how fast she would be able to flip him on his back and pounce on him. She
closed her eyes as she envisioned herself riding his cock, but her eyes quickly
snapped open when she felt his finger glide along the lips of her pussy.

     
“You still with me, Cara?” He breathed
against her ear.

     
“I’m here.” She gasped and then licked her
lips, his eyes intently following her tongue.

     
“Good.” He bent his head and let his mouth
close over her taut nipple. His tongue rounded the bud before his teeth latched
on. Against her breast he spoke. “Do you like when I kiss you there?”

     
“Yes.” She squealed, while her fingers
glided through his hair, tugging the ends.

She
could feel his lips curve against her chest, and she damned him straight to
hell. He loved teasing her. His delectable, mouth traveled south and his tongue
drew circles around her stomach.

     
“What about here?”

     
“Jake.” She said warningly. So help her,
she was seconds away from grabbing his head and sticking his face between her
legs, and demanding him to do wicked things with his mouth.

     
“Yes, dear.” He said amusingly as he slid
further down on the bed. His palms moved to her inner thighs and he urged them
further apart so he could fit better between them. He pressed a soft kiss
against one of her thighs.

     
“Where do you want me to kiss you?”

     
“You know where. Do you want me to beg?”
She lifted her head to stare down at him. When he cocked his head and pondered
the question she threw her head back against the pillows in frustration. He
laughed.

     
“Since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll put you
out of your misery, sweetness.”
 
He said
before he spread her lips with his fingers and ran his tongue down the length
of sex, as if he was taking the first delicious lick of an ice cream cone.
“Sweet it is.” He crooned between licks.

     
Cara’s eyes rolled behind her head and she
gripped the sheets as she arched against his mouth. The strokes his tongue took
were slow and tantalizing at first and drove her mad. She released the sheets
and pressed her hands to the back of his head, pushing him further into her
wetness. She heard him growl when she began to thrust into his mouth. She moved
to her own beat, seeking her pleasure. A tug on her swollen clit, a lap of his
tongue, and she was gone. She moved out of control, pressing herself as far as
she could against his open mouth.

     
“Right there.” She panted. “Yes.” She
rotated her hips and his tongue hit her spot. She clutched the back of his head
and arched her hips one final time before she remained completely still
engaging in the mind blowing orgasm.

     
She saw stars, or so she thought as she
gasped for breath. His tongue licked all her juices and she fell completely
limp onto the mattress. A satisfied smile spread slowly across her face and she
felt him work his way back up her body. She opened her eyes and stared directly
into his.

     
“You taste so fucking good.” He said as his
eyes clouded with his desire to fill her.

She
leaned up and took his mouth with hers. His lips parted under the command of
her tongue and she swept the crevices of his mouth, tasting herself with her
own tongue. He roughly ran his hands down to her hips and jerked her body
against his. She pulled her mouth from his and grinned at him mischievously.

     
“Delicious.” She said huskily. He cursed
and drove his dick into her slick folds. She wrapped her legs around his waist,
locking her ankles over his ass. Her hands held onto his shoulders as he
slammed his hips against hers. She looked up at him as he stared down at her,
his face full of determination. He pumped her fast and hard, sweat on his brow.
She opened for him, stretching herself to fill his needs.
     
“Come for me baby.” She said as she
clenched her pussy around his straining cock.

He
reached between her legs and caressed her throbbing clit with his thumb as he
fought desperately to hold onto control. He massaged her until she began to
violently shake beneath him, that’s when he drove himself home and released
himself inside her. He fell against her, and she enveloped his body.

     
“Damn it Cara. I’ll never get enough of
you.” He said between breaths.

     
She grinned, perfectly content with the
idea of him ravaging her until the end of time. “Sounds good to me.” She said
delightedly.

     
He laughed and buried his head in the
crook of neck before taking a playful bite. Yeah, she would be completely on
board with never ending sex with Jake.

Jake
awoke in the middle of the night, sweat dripping down his body, and not because
he and Cara had given one another multiple orgasms. It had been a steady
occurrence lately, these night sweats. Nothing fueled them, no nightmares, no
exertion, he’d be sound asleep and wake drenched in his own perspiration. He
stared down at Cara, wrapped around his clammy body, sated and perfect. He
pressed a soft kiss to her temple before shifting her slightly off of him. He
was gentle, and careful not to wake her. Once he carefully detangled her from
him, he stood beside the bed and stared down at her.

They
had spent the entire night loving one another, switching back and forth between
rough and gentle. He could actually say he made love to a woman for the first
time in his life. He knew after tonight, he’d always look at her, and remember
tonight. How responsive, how giving, how completely, utterly captivating she
was. He smiled as he stared at her. All that she was, was his now.
 
All the fears he had, that he’d lose her,
seemed to fade, as he promised himself that he’d do everything in his power to
make her happy, and keep her.

He
made his way into the bathroom and ran the water in the shower. It was part of
his routine, wake up in the middle of the night sweating, take a shower, and
struggle to go back to sleep. That’s probably why he was so exhausted, he
couldn’t remember the last time he had a full night’s sleep.

 
As the water cascaded over him, he closed his
eyes and thought of the women asleep in his bed. Amazed how everything they had
gone through together, eventually led them to where they were today. All the
good times they shared, the crazy nights out, the little moments they shared
here and there, even the fights. Their connection, their love had never faltered,
only grew stronger. Everyone else may have seen that they were destined for one
another, but Jake believed that everything they had been through was necessary
for them to be here. There were no questions; no wondering what if, he was sure
that Cara is who he was meant to share his life with. For all the years he
dodged what they felt for each other, he’d begin to make up for them now.

After
a few more minutes, he turned the water off. He swiped the towel down his body,
drying himself off. Back in the bedroom, he threw on a pair of sweat pants he
had purchased when they went shopping. He glanced over at the bed, she was
still sound asleep. He always thought she was beautiful, but at that moment she
looked stunning to him. Her hair was wild and wavy from all the times he combed
his fingers roughly through the brown strands. Her lips were swollen and her
pout resembled a rosebud. She had a certain flush to her skin, whatever was
exposed the rest of her body was tangled in the white sheets that adorned the bed.
Her legs were bared to him, but the sheet covered her most precious sanctions,
all he was granted was the swell of one of her breasts.

Suddenly
inspired, he grabbed his backpack and pulled out his pencils and sketchpad.
Instead of putting on a pair of fresh contacts he grabbed his glasses. He
rarely wore them, usually only when he drew at night. He sat across from her on
the other bed and began to draw her. Soft curves and bold lines, taking shape
on the plain paper. He peered at her body from the rim of his glasses and let
his hand move the pencil, not watching where it went just kept his gaze fixed
on her. Her form began to take presence on the blank paper.

Cara
awoke dreamily, and it took her a moment to register where she was. She
stretched her body, it was sore and ached from their lovemaking. A smile crept
on her face as she remembered what was definitely the most amazing night of her
life. The sheet fell from her breasts as she stretched her arms over her head,
and that’s when she noticed Jake. He was sitting on the bed next to the one
they shared, drawing her. She quickly grabbed the sheet that had fallen and
tucked it under her arms. “What’re you doing?”

“Don’t
move. In fact lose the sheet a little.” He said softly, not taking his eyes off
of her as his hand guided the strokes of the pencil along the page.

She
looked at him as if he lost his mind. She felt ridiculous, did he really expect
her to just what? Pose for him? Being as bold as she was last night while they
had sex was a stretch for her, she couldn’t just sit there naked and let him
draw her. She had exhausted all her boldness for quite a while. “Jake I can’t
just sit here.” She admitted.

His
hand paused and he looked into her eyes. “Why? Do you know how beautiful you
look right now? You’re every man’s fantasy come true.” She slanted her head and
gave him a look, like he was full of shit, but when he set his jaw, she knew he
meant every word. “Please?” He asked.

She
sighed and struggled to find her confidence. “What should I do?” She said as she
tried to relax.

“Just
lay as you were.” He moved the sketchpad off his lap and stood. He leaned into
her and pressed his lips softly to hers. She felt the moan escape her lips as
he positioned the sheet to fall a little revealing the roundness of her breast
but not exposing it in all its glory. His fingers tweaked her nipple and he
shot her a grin before pressing one more kiss to her lips.

“I
feel ridiculous.” She said and pouted slightly as he made himself comfortable
on the other bed, resuming his task of bringing her to life on a simple piece
of paper.

She
studied him, his face was so, serious as he concentrated. She had always been
impressed with the talent he possessed. She’d seen him draw everything from
cartoons to trees, there was nothing he couldn’t draw. But there was something
to be said about the way he looked right now. Maybe it was the glasses, she had
rarely seen him use them, and every time she did, she couldn’t get over how
much they changed his appearance. Take away the eyebrow piercing and all the
tattoos, he’d look like a scholar, all studious and professional. It was sexy
and had her thinking of all the things she wanted to do to him as he wore them.

“I
love when you wear your glasses.” She smiled and he laughed fleetingly.

“Oh
yeah? My specs do it for you?”
 
He asked
as he gave her a small smile before glancing down at the drawing.

“The
whole package does it for me.” She fidgeted a bit as he looked back and forth
between her and the pad. “How’s it coming out?” She tried to steal a glimpse,
but he eyed her and she sunk back into the mattress.

“Try
and relax, baby.” He said and then cocked his head to look at her. “Talk to me,
that’ll relax you.” He quipped and then his smile spread. “Tell me one of your
favorite memories of us.”

She
knew what he was doing. He had done the same thing to her when she had burnt
her calf on the motorcycle. He distracted her with her own thoughts as he
tended to her wound. She pondered, how was she, supposed to pick just one.

“There
are so many.” She said and then smiled wistfully. “Do you remember when drove
out to New Jersey for the weekend. We wanted to see what all the rage was of
the Jersey Shore.” She watched the smile cross his face as he grabbed another
pencil, knowing he knew exactly what memory she was about to relive with him.
“You were drunk and I was driving home. We stopped for gas, I don’t remember
what song was on the radio, but we were singing at the top of our lungs. I
didn’t know you weren’t allowed to pump your own gas, and so when the gas
station attendant gave me back the debit card, I thought he was done.” She
laughed and the sheet moved, so she fixed it. “I drove away while the gas was
still pumping. I hadn’t realized it.”

“You
were so nervous that you were going to get arrested. I think you even
contemplated driving off with it.” He added.

“I
looked into the side mirror and the man was just standing by the pumps with his
hands in the air, and then I saw the pump hanging out of the car.” She smiled
and their eyes caught.

“What
happened next?” He asked softly.

“You
were there, you know.”

He
laughed. “Humor me, we’re trying to relax you, remember?”

“You
stumbled out of the car and pulled the pump from my gas tank and trekked back
to the attendant.” Her eyebrows furrowed. “What did you say to him when you
handed it back to him?”

“Here,
I think this is yours. Have a good night.” He recited and then laughed along
with her. “I don’t think I ever saw you speed away like that again.” He paused.
“The best part of that story is that four years later you did it again.”

She
cringed, hoping he wouldn’t have remembered that part. “Who seriously does that
twice in a lifetime? Don’t answer that.” She laughed, and had to admit she was
beginning to relax.

“What
about when we went to Cancun. What was your favorite part of that?” He coaxed.

She
took a moment, they had gone to Mexico for a week, one whole week they shared a
hotel room just the two of them, half of the memories were fuzzy. She
remembered the motorcycle incident, and she remembered tricking their friends
into thinking they had finally come to their senses and became a couple. One
night stood out to her, and some might not have categorized it as a good
memory, because they had fought, but it was for her, because she realized that
night that she had meant just as much to him and that he too was struggling
with what he was feeling for her. “Remember when we went to that club, I forget
the name of it now, but I left you there?”

“I
said good memories.” He didn’t lift his head to look at her, he continued to
draw.

“Well,
it was for me. I left you there when someone had pick-pocketed me. You were on
the stage dancing with two girls, and I thought you wouldn’t give a shit. So I
left, I went back to the hotel. I was on the balcony smoking a cigar with
Gina’s brother and you stormed into the hotel room, so mad, and angry. I don’t
think I ever saw you that angry with me before.”

“I
couldn’t believe something had happened to you and you thought I wouldn’t have
cared.” He looked up at her. “I was angry and for the record, I did care.”

“I
know that. When you came back to the hotel room, I knew just by looking at your
face how much I meant to you.”

“I
don’t know what I was mad at more, the fact that you left and thought I didn’t
care, or that when I came back you were smoking a cigar with another guy.” He
looked at her. “You drove me crazy that night.”

“Sorry,”
She said simply but sincerely.

He
flashed her a smile. “You’re forgiven.”

She
returned the smile and then let the memories swoosh through her head. “You know
we have so many memories, even the bad ones I’d never trade. What about you?”

“I
wouldn’t erase one single second I’ve spent with you, Cara.” He put his pencils
down and stared at her. “Not one.”

She
blew him a kiss, and nodded towards his pad. “Are you finished?”

“Yes.”
He stood up and walked over to the bed. She sat up as he sat down on the edge,
he handed her the pad and watched her reaction.

Cara
had seen his work before, knew that he was talented but the drawing that she
stared at was impeccable. Hard to believe that the beauty he had captured on
paper, was hers alone. This drawing was like she was looking at herself through
Jake’s eyes. Overwhelmed by the intensity and beauty that he captured, she felt
her eyes fill. The woman looking back at her from the paper was beautiful. It
was hard for her to admit that. Jake had helped her see beauty through his
eyes, in turn, only making her love him more. She looked soft and happy. Her
eyes looked full of love and mystery. Her body languid and flushed, the woman
that stared back at her was a woman in love. She averted her eyes to Jake’s and
he smiled at her, tucking a strand of her wild hair behind her ear. “I can’t
believe that’s me.” She whispered.

“You’re
beautiful, Cara.” The back of his hand stroked her cheek. “So, beautiful.”

     
 
She
wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in locking her mouth with his. “I
love you.” She whispered against his lips. “I’ll always love you.”

     
“Ditto.” Was all he said before he leaned
them back against the pillows, and showed her how much he meant those words.