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He fucks me there.
I don’t even get my dress off, and he only manages to free his cock from his pants. We’re
entangled, hungry and desperate for each other, so it’s heavy, but quick.
I breathlessly pant over his lips as we both come down from our climaxes, and my entire body trembles when he runs his fingers down my neck and spine.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I smile, still breathing hard.
He stands and settles me on the couch, pulling out of me. He straightens his clothes and heads back to his desk, grabbing his laptop as I fix my dress.
Thirty minutes later, I’m leaning against his shoulder, my fingers tracing small patterns over the fabric of his shirt as he types away.
We, don’t even have to speak; being away from him for a week makes just the warmth of
his presence enough.
He finally exhales, stretching his fingers before shutting the laptop with a soft click. He sets it aside, rubbing his tired eyes with his knuckles.
I run my hand through his hair. “Are you done for the day?”
He kisses me on the crown of my head, bringing me closer with his arm on my waist. “I
have so much to do still, but it can wait until tomorrow.”
I pull back, tracing circles on the part of his chest that’s visible through his open shirt. “Jake.”
He hums in response, his fingers idly brushing up and down my arm, his eyes on mine.
“Can we talk about something?”
He stills for a second but composes himself. “Of course.”
I continue, choosing my words carefully. “About you and Zaid.”
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His hand stops moving. I watch his jaw tighten slightly, a telltale sign of tension.
“What about me and Zaid?” His voice is soft, and yet still tense.
I shift, sitting up so I can face him properly. “What is going on between you two? Whatever it is, it doesn’t feel right.”
Jake sighs, leaning back against the couch, his gaze drifting for a second before returning to me. “There’s a lot between us that needs fixing, Alina.”
I look down, intertwining our hands. “It just makes me sad. I have feelings for you both and the tension… it’s a lot.”
His jaw clenches, and he exhales. “There’s a lot.‘
“Like what?” I press gently.
He studies me for a moment. “How much has Zaid told you about him going to juvie?”
My stomach tightens, remembering that he doesn’t know the truth.
I swallow, choosing my words carefully. “I know why he was there.”
Jake’s face darkens. “Then you know how reckless that was.”
I see the anger in his eyes, and while I understand it, I also hate it.
His voice is laced with frustration. “I can’t wrap my head around why he would do something like that, especially after his mother.”
Ice cold panic rushes through me. My stomach turns and I ignore the sound of blood rushing to my ears.
Jake’s brows furrow. He runs a hand down his face before meeting my gaze again. “You know he was driving, right?”
The words hit like a hammer to my chest.
He was driving?
“I know he carries the guilt of it every day. It wasn’t exactly his fault, but to go through
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that and then ruin his future by doing something so dumb like that?”
My breath catches, my vision blurring at the edges as my hearing turns muffled. My heartbeat pounds in my ears. I try to process what he’s just said, but it feels like my brain refuses to function.
I didn’t know he was driving. Zaid never told me that.
He was driving the car when his mother died.
I feel sick.
I clamp my lips shut before I can say anything, because the truth burns on my tongue. I want to yell at him that it wasn’t Zaid that was street racing; it was Aiden.
But it’s not my place to reveal that. Not now. Not like this.
I inhale shakily and force myself to nod, acting as if this wasn’t life–altering information. “His future’s not ruined.”
His eyes shift between mine. “I know you believe that-”
“You don’t?” Indignation raises my voice.
Jake exhales, raking a hand through his hair. “I can only try so hard, Alina. He has to do his part, too. He doesn’t try to talk to me. He has an attitude that drives me up the wall.”
I bite my lip, swallowing my emotions as I nod again. I want to see both sides of the story, but most of me can’t help but side with Zaid. I know the pain, the struggle, the trauma.
I know that he took the blame to save Aiden.
“Maybe you both need to talk.” It’s the only thing I manage to say. I don’t trust myself to speak, not when my mind is racing, not when my heart feels like it’s breaking for Zaid.
Sensing the shift in mood, Jake softens. “I promise we will. This is important to you?”
I nod, leaning in close. “Yes, because you are both important to me. I want us to be okay, to be able to be in the same room and have a good time. All of us together.”
“Okay,” he concedes, kissing me softly. “We’ll get there.”
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I smile at him and the tension eases.
He tilts my chin up with his fingers, brushing his lips lightly against mine. “You hungry? We can go out to eat.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
Jake smirks, his eyes darkening as his hand slides to my waist, pulling me closer. My skin breaks out in prickles as he pushes me on my back. He grips my knees, spreading my legs
apart.
He lowers himself, his breath fanning my pussy. My stomach coils and I watch him with wide eyes.
“Good. But I want my dessert first.”
They’re the last words he says before he lowers his mouth to my pussy. I moan, gripping the leather sofa as I lose myself..
