Chapter 89
The pack house was unusually quiet tonight. Fatima had taken the babies, insisting that we needed time alone, especially after everything that had happened. I knew she was right, but I still felt a pang of separation anxiety. I had barely left my babies’ side since they were born, but tonight, I needed this. *We* needed this.
Jake was sitting on the edge of our bed, shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat and smudged with dried blood. His injuries had mostly healed, but he still looked exhausted, the strain of the past few days evident in the deep lines etched into his handsome face.
“Lie back,” I said softly, wetting a cloth in the bowl of warm water beside me. “Let me take care of you.”
He gave me a lopsided smile. “You know I can heal on my own, Priscilla. You don’t have to do this.”
I ignored his words, gently pressing the cloth to a gash along his ribs. “You may heal fast, but it doesn’t mean you don’t feel pain,” I murmured. “And besides, I want to do this.”
Jake’s breath hitched slightly as I ran the cloth along his abdomen, wiping away the blood. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the taut muscles beneath my fingers. His body always had this effect on me—a magnetism I couldn’t resist. Even after everything we’d been through, the pull between us was stronger than ever.
“You’re staring,” he teased, his voice husky.
“Maybe I am,” I replied, not bothering to deny it. “Can you blame me?”
He caught my wrist, pulling me closer until I was standing between his legs. He looked up at me with those intense blue eyes, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “I love when you look at me like that,” he whispered. “Like you want to devour me.”
I leaned down, brushing my lips against his ear. “Maybe I do,” I breathed.
His hand slid up my thigh, and I could feel the rough calluses on his fingers through the thin fabric of my dress. He pulled me even closer, burying his face against my stomach. “Priscilla,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I set the cloth aside, cupping his face in my hands. “Show me,” I whispered.
His eyes darkened with desire, and before I knew it, he was pulling me onto his lap. I gasped, my hands bracing against his shoulders as he crushed me against him. His lips found mine in a searing kiss, and I felt the world fade away. It was just us—no threats, no fears—just the heat and need pulsing between us.
Jake’s hands roamed my back, slipping beneath my dress. I could feel his fingers tracing patterns on my skin, setting my nerves alight. He kissed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, making me arch against him. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my collarbone. “I don’t tell you that enough.”
I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. “You show me,” I panted. “That’s enough.”
He chuckled, the sound low and rough. “I’m about to show you a lot more.”
His hand slipped between my legs, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he stroked me through the fabric of my underwear. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel the wetness pooling, my body aching for him. He moved the fabric aside, his fingers teasing me, circling but never giving me what I wanted.
“Jake,” I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand. “Please.”
He met my gaze, his eyes blazing with lust. “Please, what?”
“You know what,” I breathed.
He slid a finger inside me, and I gasped, clutching his shoulders. He moved slowly, torturously, making me feel every inch. “Say it,” he murmured against my lips. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I whispered. “I want you to touch me. I want you to make me feel good.”
He growled, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling my clit in a way that made my head fall back, a moan escaping my lips. “That’s it,” he said. “I want to hear you, Priscilla. Don’t hold back.”
I rocked against his hand, the pleasure building in a hot, tight coil inside me. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, and it only made the heat between us burn hotter. I was close, so close, but I didn’t want this to end yet.
I pushed his hand away, and he looked at me, confused. “What—?”
“Lie back,” I commanded, my voice breathless.
He obeyed, lying back on the bed, his eyes glued to me as I straddled him. I could see the desire in his eyes, the raw need, and it mirrored my own. I leaned down, grinding against him, feeling the hardness of his length through his pants. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me as I moved.
“Priscilla,” he choked out. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him. “That’s exactly what I want.”
He bucked his hips up, grinding against me, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I rocked against him faster, the friction almost too much to bear. He kissed me hard, swallowing my moans, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust up to meet me.
The pleasure hit me like a wave crashing on the shore, sudden and intense. I cried out, my body shuddering as I came apart, clinging to him like he was my lifeline. He held me tight, his own release shuddering through him as he buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, tangled together, our breathing heavy, our bodies slick with sweat. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, strong and steady, and it soothed the wild thumping of my own heart.
He rolled us over so that we were lying side by side, his arms wrapped around me. He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering there as if he was trying to memorize the feel of me. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” I said, snuggling closer. “More than anything.”
We lay there in silence for a while, just enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies. But then, Jake’s voice broke the peace, his tone hesitant. “Priscilla, I need to say something.”
I frowned, pulling back to look at him. “What is it?”
He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine. “If things get worse… if I’m captured or—” He paused, his voice catching. “If something happens to me, you might have to leave. You and the babies. It’s the only way to keep you safe.”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I pulled away from him, sitting up. “What?” I demanded. “You want me to leave you?”
He sat up too, reaching for me, but I pulled back. “No, that’s not what I want,” he said urgently. “But I have to consider the possibility. I need to know that you’ll do whatever it takes to protect our children.”
I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “I’m not leaving you, Jake. Not ever. I don’t care what happens. We’re in this together.”
“Priscilla—”
“No!” I shouted, getting up from the bed. “Don’t ask me to do that.”
He followed me, pulling me into his arms from behind. I tried to push him away, but he held me tight, his lips against my ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just need to know that they’ll be safe. That you’ll be safe.”
I turned in his arms, burying my face in his chest. “I won’t leave you,” I said, my voice muffled by his skin. “I can’t.”
He kissed the top of my head, holding me as if he was afraid to let go. “Then we’ll fight,” he said softly. “Together.”
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