Authors: Kelly Favor
“I don’t want to lie,” she told him,
meeting his brown eyes.
The little
scar above his eyebrow wasn’t just sexy—it also turned his boyish face
into the face of a man who’d seen too much.
And he seemed to have seen through her.
“If you don’t want to lie, then why did
you text me you were with Skylar?” he asked.
“I saw her and her parents in the hotel
restaurant and she said she hadn’t seen you at all.”
Raven turned and walked away from
him.
“I can’t take this,” she
said.
“I can’t be grilled right
now.
Everything’s getting to be
impossible.”
Suddenly, Jake’s hand was on her
wrist.
“Don’t walk away from me.”
She spun around.
“Don’t touch me.
Remember what we said?”
“What you said.
I never agreed to stop touching
you.”
His brown eyes were burning
as he looked at her.
His hand was
still gripping her wrist just tight enough as she tried to pull away from him.
At the same time, she wanted him to
refuse to let her go.
She wished
that he would fight for her as much as he seemed willing to fight against her.
If he would do that, she could tell him
everything.
But right now, the risk of him turning
her away, the thought that he would simply wash his hands of her rather than
deal with the mess she was in—it hurt too much.
“Let go,” she said, not knowing what else
she could say.
It was a lie anyhow,
since she didn’t want him to.
“No,” Jake said.
“I’ll scream.”
“I want you to scream,” he smiled.
“Just like you did last night.”
Raven felt her entire body flush with
heat.
“It’s not right,” she
said.
“We’re not really together.”
“Aren’t we?” he smirked.
“I think we’re together right now.
We’re certainly not apart.”
“You know what I mean,” she said.
“Where were you, Raven?” he said,
grabbing her other wrist and pulling her into his body, so that he pressed
against her, his lips almost touching her lips, his forehead against hers now.
“I…I can’t talk about it,” she whispered.
“Why not?”
“Because, I’m scared.”
“You’re scared of me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered, finally.
Her chest was rising and falling
rapidly.
“That’s too bad,
Raven
,”
he told her, letting her wrists go.
“Because I really thought we had potential.”
He sighed.
“But you seem determined to ruin
everything.”
“That’s not true,” she replied.
“I can’t do this,” he said, shaking his
head and starting to the door.
“Not when I can’t trust you.”
She laughed at him as he walked past
her.
“Why am I not surprised?”
He turned and looked at her.
“Don’t even try and put this on me.
You know you lied.”
“The second things get complicated, you
run faster than a scared little rabbit,” she told him.
“How could I risk telling you anything
that matters to me?”
Jake came towards her again.
“I’m not running anywhere,” he
said.
“You’re the one who’s made it
impossible.
You asked me to trust
you, just like…” he seemed to catch himself, and his cheeks turned a deep shade
of red.
“Just like what?” Raven demanded.
“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered.
“This is a waste of time.”
“You’re the most frustrating person I’ve
ever met,” she replied.
“You let me
down every single time and somehow blame me for it.”
“I let you down?” he laughed.
“How have I let you down?”
She wanted to scream, she was so
frustrated.
None of the ways he let
her down could be spoken out loud.
How could she tell him he’d let her down by not wanting to actually be
her boyfriend, by refusing to ever kiss her, by not caring about standing up
for her to Club Alpha when they’d gotten her fired?
And she knew he’d only let her down if
she told him the truth about his manager, Kurt, not to mention the newest
developments with the club.
Jake was acting jealous, acting the way a
boyfriend might, but it wasn’t real.
“You’re just fake,” she said, finally, the best answer she could give,
all things considered.
He flinched a little.
“I’m fake,” he said, shaking his
head.
“I’m fake?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s see how fake I am, Raven,” he
said, and then he’d grabbed her around the waist, his strong hands touching her
hips, pulling her close.
And
suddenly his lips were on her lips, and he was kissing her, and she moaned and
shuddered in his arms.
This was more than she could have asked
for.
Jake’s lips were soft and when
they molded to her mouth, it was like excitement had been shot throughout her
entire body—like a drug had been injected into her veins.
His tongue was sliding into her mouth,
and his hand grabbed hold of her butt, while the other slid up and grasped her
breast through her blouse.
He stopped kissing her momentarily.
“Is that real enough for you?”
She blinked at him, her chest
heaving.
“That doesn’t prove
anything, Jake.”
“You want me to prove it?” he said,
gripping her blouse on either side with his hands and ripping it open,
revealing her lacy white bra.
He
grabbed her bra and unclipped it from the front, and it fell away from her
breasts.
“Jake,” she said, “We can’t.”
“Oh yes we can and will,” he said, “
because
I’m not going to pretend anymore.
I’m done being fake, Raven, what do you
think about that?”
“I, I think you need to…to stop and
really slow down and consider…”
“Consider what, exactly?” he said, as he pressed
forward.
She stepped back.
“Consider the consequences.
Maybe we shouldn’t…
”
But the truth was she wanted it,
wanted it worse than she would ever have dared admit.
“I think maybe you’re the phony,” he
said, grabbing her hips, sliding her skirt down so that it dropped to the floor
at her feet.
“I think maybe you’re
the one who’s afraid of making this thing real between us.”
He grabbed her hips and pulling her
against him again, jamming his bulging hardness against her, through her
panties.
She could feel him between her legs, and
she was stunned at how quickly this had all come to pass.
She was half-naked, more than half-naked,
and he was kissing her.
His lips pressed on hers, opened her
lips, and then his tongue went inside, and she met it, breathing out, a tiny
high-pitched moan that said she was about to give into him completely.
He met her, moaning himself, deeply, and
then he was grabbing her buttocks with both hands and pulling her against him,
grinding against her, and she could feel him on her pussy, and she was getting
so wet.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, as he kissed
down her jaw.
“Raven,” he said, holding the side of her
face with one hand and making her look in his brown eyes.
“I want you.
I’ve wanted you from the very
beginning.”
“Jake, I’m scared,” she breathed.
“Don’t be,” he said, and then he was
pushing her against the wall, and he was sliding her panties down,
finger-fucking
her wetness with two fingers while he kissed
her neck and pinned her right arm against the wall with his left.
He was slowly fucking her with his
fingers, almost as if it was in place of his cock.
And she wanted the real thing, even
though she’d never had that before.
“Oh, God,” she said, as her legs
spreading out almost involuntarily.
His fingers were penetrating deeply into her, and she was gushing, her
juice was spilling out and she could smell sex in the air now.
“Fuck you are tight,” he muttered,
continuing to thrust his fingers in and out and in and out.
She screamed, and then she was coming
despite her best efforts to hold out, and the orgasm was like an explosion, and
it shuddered through her body, leaving her weak and breathless.
“Grab me,” he told her, his breath coming
in harsh gasps.
“Take me out.”
She unzipped his pants quickly, her
fingers fumbling.
“I want you in my
mouth so bad,” she told him, even though she’d never done that before
either.
What if she was terrible at
it?
But Raven didn’t care—she’d been
taken over completely by lust.
Everything in her wanted him, wanted to suck him, to feel his perfectly
huge cock in her mouth and then her pussy.
She wanted to be filled up by him, to be as close as they could possibly
be together.
His brown eyes stared into hers as she
found his cock with one grasping hand, and she began stroking his shaft, and it
was slick with his own excitement.
She started to bend down to put him in her mouth.
“No,” he said.
“Just your hand.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to rush you,” he told her.
“But I want to.”
He looked into her eyes.
“Your hand is enough,” he said.
“More than enough.”
And so she began stroking him again,
faster and faster, and he started to finger fuck her wet pussy again.
The palm of his hand was slapping into
her slit as she felt pleasure waves vibrating up through her legs into her
center space.
Meanwhile she was grasping his shaft and
then sliding her hand up and down, feeling his swollen head, wishing it would
just go into her wet hole and open her up now.
She was so ready, so willing, so needing
all of him.
“I’m going to come soon,” he told her,
and his eyes closed as she pulled on him faster and faster.
“I want you to come for me,” she said,
going faster.
He started pushing his fingers into her
more quickly too.
And now she was
so very close again.
Finally, he released, shocking her with
the spray of thick white semen that splashed her with its warmth and wetness,
hitting her legs and stomach and dribbling down her hand.
He shuddered as she continued to drain it
out of him, thinking how much she would have liked to feel all of that pouring
into her mouth.
Could she have
swallowed it?
She wanted to try,
wanted to feel him inside her mouth, wanted to make him shake like that using
her lips instead of just her hand.
And then, as she imagined that, she came
too, and he slammed his fingers against her so fast that she cried out and out
and out.
When it was over, they looked into each
other’s eyes.
Neither
of
them
said anything, neither of them seemed to need to.
Raven felt like Jake had already said it.
This is real.
This is real.
***
For the second day in a row, Raven was
lying in Jake’s arms, this time in her hotel room, and it was even more amazing
than the last time.
For one thing, after crawling under the
covers together, Jake had started to kiss her again, a deep and passionate kiss
that stole her breath away.
Their
bodies seemed molded together, clicking into place like a lock and key that
finally fit perfectly.
His tongue entered her mouth as his
fingers caressed her hair.
“Raven,” he whispered, looking into her
eyes as she looked back at him.
And then, somehow, they’d ended up
falling asleep for a little while.
Maybe it had only been half an hour or something, but when they both
woke up, he was holding her with his arms wrapped protectively around her.
“I really hope we don’t end up regretting
this,” Raven said, hearing him stir.