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I wake up slowly, the warmth of the blankets wrapped around me making it hard to want to move. I hum, burying my face in the pillows.
I don’t want to get up.
The mattress dips, and the scent of fresh soap fills my senses. When I blink my eyes open, Jake is leaning over me. His hair is damp from a shower, his skin fresh and soft.
He’s only wearing jeans as if he was dressing when he heard me stir.
He kisses my forehead, cupping my neck as he lowers his lips to mine.
“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, his lips still over mine.
My body melts. I’m naked beneath the sheets. He didn’t touch me again after the tub, but he held me as we slept together, skin to skin, and I slept soundly.
Everything in me is begging me to stay in bed.
I pull away, dropping myself back on the pillow. “What time is it?”
“It’s time for breakfast.“.
I lift my head, squinting my eyes at him, my brain still too sluggish to process anything beyond the fact that he looks ridiculously good this early in the morning.
I barely catch the amusement in his voice and gasp when he pulls the sheets clean off me. The initial wave of the air has my skin prickling. I immediately curl up to conserve my
warmth.
But Jake doesn’t like that very much.
I squeal, watching as he grabs my knees and spreads my legs apart, and the teasing glint
in his eyes makes my heart stutter.
He leans down, brushing a soft kiss over my clit, and I hum, letting myself melt into him. But when he lingers, deepening the touch of his tongue down to my pussy, I mumble, “Jake, I’m gonna be late for school.”
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He grins, pulling away just enough to meet my eyes. “You’re not going to school today.”
I blink down at him, confusion settling in. “What?”
He quiets me with another kiss right on my pussy, this one longer, slower. My entire body lights up, want curling in the pit of my stomach.
By the time he pulls back, my thoughts are completely scrambled.
He inserts two fingers inside me and I moan, arching my back as he returns his tongue to my clit. He takes his time until my thighs close around his head and I tense, feeling my orgasm rattle through me.
I fall back, my body turning languid, and all I can do is follow when he tugs me out of bed. He places one of his shirts over my head and guides me downstairs, his hand warm around mine.
When we step into the living room, I frown.
The front door is open wide; Zaid and Aiden are packing up the car, stuffing duffel bags and coolers into the trunk. Aiden tosses a blanket inside, and Zaid secures a box in place before looking over his shoulder at me through the window.
“What’s going on?” I ask, looking from them to Jake.
Jake slides his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “This weekend is Valentine’s.”
I still.
He squeezes me gently. “We figured you could use a distraction. So we planned something. Just the four of us.”
My chest tightens, but before the emotion can settle in, he continues, “I have a cabin up north. We can stay there for the next five days.”
I twist around to look at him, and when his words fully sink in, warmth blooms in my chest. Five days away. Just us.
Aiden walks up, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Good morning, baby.”
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Zaid follows, wrapping an arm around my waist. He pulls me away from them and right against his chest. “Did he tell you?”
I nod quickly, my excitement replacing the heavy weight I’ve been carrying.
He tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses me, deep and intense. “You’re okay with this?”
“More than okay.”
The three of them grin at my reaction, and I rush upstairs to pack my bag. I grab warm clothes, thick sweaters, leggings, and fuzzy socks before stuffing my toiletries into my bag. By the time I head back downstairs, the guys are already waiting by the car.
The drive is full of stops, picking up food, blankets, and anything else we might need. Jake makes a comment about not remembering exactly what he has at the cabin, so we stock
up, just in case.
By the time we load everything into the car, space is extremely limited. The trunk is full and the back seats are packed.
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