4

I could hear every ragged breath that left Jake’s lips, could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he stared down at me, could see the swirling darkness in his eyes. His desire was tangible, I could taste it, see it, feel it. We were so close to each other, it was almost like we were breathing the same air, feeling the same breeze, all it took was one wrong- or right- move and we would be pressed impossibly close together.

Just when I thought he would make the move, he closed his eyes and took a slow step backwards. His rejection hit me square in the centre of my chest.

“I’m not playing this game with you Hayley.”

He had never rejected me so plainly before. But then again, I had never made my intentions known so plainly either. Maybe it was all in my head; maybe I made up those glances, read too much into them because I wanted to believe that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Maybe I was being delusional and I’m just the annoying little girl who he can’t seem to get rid of.

Shame hit me like a freight train and I grabbed my robe. I didn’t care that it was wet, I threw it over my body and held it closed with one hand.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, “I should get your papers.”

I turned to leave but he grabbed my elbow, effectively hooking me in place. I turned around but didn’t dare look him in the eyes. I didn’t want to see what was lurking there and most importantly, I didn’t want him to see what I was trying to hide.

“Hayley,”

        “It won’t happen again,” I assured him, “I made a mistake and I’m sorry. I genuinely thought you wanted this but I can see that I was-,”

Before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my chin and lifted it so I was staring straight at him. A question was at the tip of my tongue but it flew straight out of my head when he kissed me.

No, kiss is too tame of a word for what he did. He owned me, completely possessed me. Jake Ryker kissed just as I imagined he would- rough, wild and with unbridled passion. He kissed like a man starved, his tongue claiming every inch of my mouth and I could do nothing but try to match his pace although he wasn’t making it easy for me.

His grip on my chin slackened long enough for his hand to trail down to my throat and when his fingers stopped and his grip tightened, I couldn’t help the moan that left my lips.

He pulled back and I watched every heave of his chest as he ran his fingers over his now swollen lips.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he murmured mostly to himself, “But God help me, I want to do it again.”

I kept my voice soft as I responded, “So why don’t you?”

“Your father-,”

        “Doesn’t have to know,” I cut in. He looked at me and I slowly ran my hand down his bicep, “What I do in my spare time does not concern him, but if it bothers you so much then he doesn’t have to know.”

“I’m over half your age.”

          “We could chalk it up to daddy issues.” I offered and a chuckle forced its way out of his mouth.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

            “I’m twenty three; I know what I want and I want you.”

“The moment I put my hands on you; it’s all over. Are you ready for that?” I nodded, “I need to hear you say it.”

        “Yes sir.”

He groaned at my response and pulled me back in for another bruising kiss. I was doing a mixture between a squeal and a happy dance in my head- it’s about damn time.

I kissed him back with equal fervor and let go of my robe long enough to trail my hands up his shoulders and to the back of his head.

His hands made a trail down my body and parted the front of my robe enough to grasp my hips and pull me flush against him. I felt him against my lower belly and the sound that escaped me can only be described as wanton and embarrassing.

“Do you see what you do to me?” his voice was all jagged edges and rough strips and his hot breath against the shell of my ear had my nether regions pulsing.

I had a witty retort on my tongue but it took flight when I felt his lips against my neck. At first, it was just a soft touch- almost tentative, almost hesitant. Then it devolved into open mouthed kisses, soft, innocent and then he bit me.

I gasped when I felt the sting of his teeth but it quickly turned into a moan when his tongue snuck out and licked over the spot. He continued like that with alternates of biting and soothing the spot with his tongue.

He sucked the skin of my collarbone into his mouth and I let out a loud moan that made him pause.

“That sound,” he groaned as he buried his nose into my neck, “The things I’d do to hear that sound again.”

     “Do them.” I didn’t recognize my own voice. It was hoarse and wanton and everything I’m usually not.

He didn’t respond, he grasped my thighs with both hands and hoisted me into his arms. I was quick to wrap my legs around his waist and he moved up the stairs and walked straight towards my bedroom.

He pushed the door open and walked me in then tossed me on the bed. I stared up at him from the bottom of my lashes and watched as he closed the door behind him.

The room went deathly quiet as the door clicked and I stared at him- the sound of the lock felt permanent. It felt like the final act of signing my soul off to him. I swallowed deeply and bit my bottom lip in thought.

He started his slow stalk towards me when the sound of a phone ringing cut through the air. It was like the spell was broken and I saw him take a slow step backwards as he fished the phone out of his pocket.

If possible, his smile fell even more but he swiped right and held the phone to his ear. When he spoke next, I understood the reason for his frown.

“Michael,” his tone was curt and direct, “Yes; how did you know that?” he frowned even further then tapped something on his phone, “Could you repeat that?”

        “I was watching the cameras to see if Hayley was at home,” my dad’s voice blared through the speakers, “I saw your car there. It was nice of you to check up on her while I’m away. Just spend some time with her so she doesn’t feel too alone.”

“Yeah, right,” he cleared his throat, “I’ll call you back.”

He ended the call and I waited with bated breath to see what he would do. I expected him to run, to apologize and say that it was a mistake. I prepared myself for the inevitable heartbreak and pain I would receive on hearing that he didn’t me anymore because of one phone call.

My muscles tightened and I averted my eyes from his gaze. I fixed them on the wall beside him- anything to avoid seeing the regret in his eyes.

I was shocked however when he placed his phone on my vanity and instead of walking away, walked towards me. His hand rested on my chin and he tilted my head so I was staring straight into his eyes.

“If we do this,” he began, “We have to be more discreet about it. Your father will start to notice if he sees my car in his driveway for long periods of time.”

       “You aren’t leaving?” the question left my lips before I could stop it and he chuckled darkly.

“I told you that once I put my hands on you then it would be over.” His thumb caressed my bottom lip softly, “I’m going to drive my car down the block and I’ll come back and enter through the back. There’s a small blind spot in the cameras that I never got around to fixing.”

       “How do you know about the blind spot?”

“I installed the cameras baby girl,” he pulled his hand away from me; “I could hack into it right now if I wanted.”

      “That’s wicked cool.”

He shrugged, “I’ll be back in five to ten minutes. I want you naked and on all fours with your ass facing the door. I want you completely bare and wide open for me. Do you understand?”

I nodded eagerly and he ran his hand over my head in a way that felt both patronizing and affectionate but had me clenching my thighs together.

He noticed my movement and a look of acknowledgment crossed his features. He looked like he wanted to say something but held back at the last moment and left the room.

I was left sitting on the bed for at least a minute after he left. It still felt surreal and I had to pinch myself to be sure it was actually happening.

I slowly stripped off my clothes and folded them neatly on my stool. I lay in the position he asked me to and couldn’t help but think about how wanton it felt and looked. Anyone walking in through the door would get a bird’s eye view of my exposed pussy and what a sight it would be.

I like to pride myself in being a very confident person but staying like this took a lot of courage. I counted back from ten over and over again to prevent myself from chickening out. He asked me to stay like this and I want him to see me like this when he gets here; a part of me just wants to please him.

I have looked forward to this for so long; I will go crazy if I mess it up.

I don’t know how long it took before I finally heard the downstairs door creak open. My breath quickened as I heard his slow and calculated steps become louder as he made his way up the stairs.

He paused behind the door for a few seconds before finally pushing it open. Every step sounded louder as his presence filled and dominated the entire room.. I heard the door click shut as he turned the key. I heard him walk closer to the bed and it took all my willpower to not turn and see what exactly he was doing.

All of a sudden, everything stopped. The room went deathly quiet and all I could hear was my own harsh breathing. Then I felt his hands against my bare thighs and I let out a yelp to which he laughed softly.

“Don’t scare me like that,” I finally looked over my shoulder at him and he had an unreadable expression on his face.

He ran his hands up my thighs and gave me ass a hearty squeeze before delivering a soft slap to one. I was shocked by the action and a gasp left my lips before I could stop it.

He cocked his head to the side and trailed his left hand down to the most intimate part of me. His fingers stopped right at my entrance and a small smirk grew on his lips.

“You liked that,” it wasn’t a question or an accusation, it was face, “Good to know.”

He spoke like he was filing the information away for future use; it was almost mechanical the way he spoke.

Suddenly, he took a step back from me and shrugged off his jacket.