Ridge Creek (23 page)

“I didn’t think so,” he murmurs softly against my ear, his
hot breath tickling and sending yet another shiver down my spine.

Lifting his self from my embrace, I find myself mewling in frustration
at the loss of body contact.  With a quick grin of amusement, his eyebrow
piercing lifts as he flashes me an, ‘I told you so’ look. 

The look quickly vanishes as he leans back and in one
lightning maneuver lifts me forward, rips my shirt over my head and flicks the
catch of my bra undone.  Dropping me back to the bed, he grabs the front of my
bra, rips upwards to loosen it from my shoulders, yanks it off my arms and
flings it over his back.  I watch mesmerised as black lace flies through the air
and disappears from view.

Grinning again, he then scoots down the bed, pausing briefly
to look at the already open button and zipper on my jeans before he shoots me
another wicked grin.  Rolling himself sideways, he leans down and looks at my
feet.  I still have my ankle boots on.  Chewing at his bottom lip for a brief
moment, he flicks me another glance before he leans down, rips off my boots and
throws them over his shoulder.  I flash him a brief look of irritation as I
hear them thud to the floor. 

Intent on his mission, he ignores me as he pulls my socks
off and tosses them too.  He then turns his attention back to my unzippered
jeans.   Without hesitation, he grabs them by the waist and rips both my jeans
and panties down my legs in one swift manoeuvre.  Yanking them over my feet, he
flings the jeans and panties and then sits back to stare at my naked body.

A brief flash of self-consciousness shoots through my mind
as I look up to see Jake’s eyes darken as his pupils expand with carnal
intent.  Any thoughts of self-consciousness vanish instantaneously as I feel a
rush of moisture between my legs and my heart starts to race.

Holy cow.

Sensing my arousal, Jake grins at me.  “Bored yet?”

“Not yet,” I whisper softly as I stare up at his massive
body looming over mine.  His hard muscles twitching with each slight movement
he makes. 

“Not yet?” He muses as he starts nibbling at his bottom lip
again.  “Mm.”

Once again mesmerized, I watch as he reaches out to gently
place a fingertip on my stomach.  “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs as he
slowly swirls his finger in a circle around my belly button.  I sigh as my body
relaxes against his soft touch and another shiver spirals along my back.

Still nibbling thoughtfully at his lip, I watch his eyes as
they follow his finger as he slowly swirls it around and around. 

I start to pant.

Millions of nerve endings in my body start to vibrate as my
whole being focuses on the small point of contact Jake is making with my body. 
It’s as if the world around us has stopped and all I can feel is Jake’s
fingertip. 

Jake’s eyes melt into pools of black-green ink as he slowly
drags his finger down my stomach and into the crease of my leg.  Slowly
traveling across the front of my pubic bone, he lingers briefly on the smooth
soft skin of my clean shaven pubic area.  “Nice,” he murmurs before his finger
continues to burn a trail down the inside of my left thigh and towards my knee.

I hear myself groan again as the muscles in my core start to
clamp down.  Goose bumps  prickle my body and I shiver again.

“Boring huh?” He murmurs softly again as he flicks me
another grin.

“Fuck,” I pant as I flick my eyes between his face and his
finger.  Even I can’t believe how good I am feeling and he’s only laid a
fingertip on me.

“Soon,” he chuckles again as he starts to slide his finger
slowly back up my leg. 

I groan again as I clamp my eyes shut and feel myself
arching my back against the bed, pushing my pelvis down towards his hand.  I
need him to touch me. 

There.

Sensing my desire, his hand travels slowly upwards and to my
amazement, slides straight to my pussy and
straight
to the right spot. 
And when I say the right spot, I mean the
right
spot.

A jolt of electricity courses from between my legs up both
my stomach and my spine at the same time.  With a gasp my eyes fly open just in
time to see Jake leaning forwards as he rolls his legs back over mine.  With
his fingertip now rolling delicious swirls over my clit, a long slow groan
rumbles deep from within my chest.

Good God.

Lowering his face slowly down, I watch as he flicks me one
more glance before I feel his hot, wet tongue take a long slow swipe along the
crease of my leg.  Groaning again, I can’t help myself as my hands fly to the
back of his head.  My fingers dig deeply into his hair as I push his face
towards my core.

He doesn’t resist.  Without delay he speeds up his swirling
on my clit and slides his tongue deep inside me.  My groan turns to a long slow
moan and I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.  Starting to shake, my body
alternates between feeling hot and then cold.  Shivers spiral through every
nerve as I push harder against Jake’s face. 

I can feel myself building.

Jakes stops his delicious swirling for a brief second to
quickly replace his finger with his mouth.  His hot tongue starts laving away
at my clit.  His finger soon returns, hooking inside me and hitting me
right
there.
  Jolting, a short scream escapes my mouth as simultaneously Jake
nibbles and licks at my clit while pushing against my sensitive core.

I come unraveled. 

The orgasm sears through my body with the force of a freight
train and I hear myself groaning in pleasurable agony.  Riding wave after wave
of bliss, I am only vaguely aware of Jake rolling away.  Still panting, I open
my eyes to find him ripping his jeans off and rolling a condom on.

I gasp at what I see.

Hard, sweaty muscles bulging across his massive bulk as he
bends forward, taking himself in his hand.  His cock, long and thick, the end
flaring out, purple and swollen with arousal.

My mouth starts watering again.

Hearing my gasp, he quickly finishes rolling the condom on
and before I have time to register his movement, he is hovering above me and
sliding deep into my core.

Another long groan rolls deep from within my throat as his
hardness slides slowly against my already swollen and sensitive core.  My back
automatically arches to encourage him deeper within.

Grabbing my legs, he hooks one over his shoulder as he leans
forward and latches his mouth to a breast.  Sucking deeply, another wave of
ecstasy hits me and fire burns through my body.

Holy shit.

With skilled timing, Jake slowly starts to move.  Sliding in
and out, he creates a rhythm that once again has me panting and moaning with
pleasure.  Plunging deeper and deeper, I sense he is starting to lose control
as he starts slamming into me harder and harder.

I love it.  Arching against him I grunt, “More.”

He nods as his mouth leaves my breast with a loud pop.  His
mouth finds mine and I gasp as he slides his tongue into my mouth.  I can taste
the muskiness of my own arousal on his tongue.  Mixed with the addictive flavor
of Jake, I suck deeply and find myself lapping at his mouth for more.

“I’m gunna come baby,” Jake growls against my mouth as he
continues to slam me hard and fast.  His rhythmic pounding driving me wild.

“Yes!” I agree as I feel the familiar tightening in my
stomach muscles as my core coils up ready to release. 

Sliding back one last time, I feel Jake slam deep into me as
I let go.  My second orgasm rips through me, numbing my body and stealing my
breath.  Jake stills, his cock twitching its release inside of me.  I groan as
he pulls his mouth from mine and kisses a trail of warmth down my neck.

Gasping for air, I slowly unhook my leg from his shoulder
and watch as Jake hesitates slightly before sliding slowing out of me.

He rolls to his side and I watch as his eyes stare into mine
while his chest steadily lifts and drops as he regains his wind.  Lost for
words, I stare blankly at him.  My mind registers that I’ve just had two of the
best orgasms of my life and I didn’t have to give them to myself.

Yippee.

I watch his lips twitch as he says, “I’m not gunna ask what
just went through your mind but I’m guessing it wasn’t, ‘I’m bored’.”

“Hell no,” I grin back at him.

I watch his eyebrow piercing lift as a cocky smirk crosses
his face. 

“Do you want me to say it?” He asks cockily and I instantly
know that I
don’t.

“No,” I mumble as I narrow my eyes and slice him with my
best impression of a ‘don’t fuck with me’ look.

“Thought not,” he says.

Boxes

“Babe, I can see you’re embracing the whole idea that sex is
not boring with enthusiasm but your gunna need to give me some down time,” Jake
rumbles looking up at me with his inky green eyes.

I am currently straddling his lap while he lies on his
back.  A short time ago he gave me a round two to remember and now I’m toying
with the idea of a round three where I get to be on top.

I’m on fire.

“Oh,” I mumble my eyes sliding to the side of his pillow as
I battle with disappointment.  Of course he needs reload time, what the hell
was I thinking? 

“Babe,” Jake rumbles again softly, his voice gentle.  I
flick my eyes back to his to see he has a lazy and relaxed look on his face. 
By the sparkle in his green eyes I can see his amusement.

“Have I created a monster?” He asks, his eyebrow piercing
lifting as he smirks cheekily up at me.

“Maybe…” I grin back as I lean forward to nibble on his
bottom lip.

“Babe,” he mumbles another warning against my lips.

Sitting back up I sigh.  “I know, I’m sorry.”

And I am.  I could do this shit all day.  Having now
discovered there is absolutely nothing boring about good sex, I really don’t
won’t leave this room. 

Ever. 

And definitely not while Jake is laying there naked, looking
all hard and muscly - and relaxed.

Dear Lord he is gorgeous.

“Babe, if you keep looking at me like that I’m gunna have to
do something about it,” Jake rumbles again and I snap myself up straighter as
another shiver of excitement rockets down my spine.

Ooooh!

“Not what you’re thinking Babe.  I’m thinking  I’m gunna
have to distract you and I’m thinking there’s only one way I’m gunna be able to
do that.”

Double ooooh!

Another shiver and I swear every muscle in my core cramps
up.

“Again, not what you’re thinking babe.  I’m thinking it’s
time to show you what’s in the boxes.”

Fuck!

The boxes.  I had so forgotten about the boxes.

Freezing momentarily as my mind snaps its attention back to
our earlier conversation, I suddenly wonder if I really want to know what’s in
the boxes.  Perhaps I’m better off not knowing?  Right now I could think of
nothing worse than finding out what is in the boxes and not liking their
contents.  Not liking their contents means I have to leave…

I don’t want to leave.  I’ve just decided I like it here. 
I’ve also just decided I like Jake - a lot.

Fucking boxes.

Sighing, I lean back and start to chew on my lip as I toy
with the idea of asking Jake not to show me what’s in the boxes.  Perhaps I can
just live without knowing?

Unlikely.

Not knowing bad shit landed me here (although I’m starting
to wonder if that heavy cloud hasn’t turned out to have a silver lining).   I
watch as Jake’s eyes darken and a guarded look slides over his face.  “Not
liking what I’m reading on your face there babe.  I thought you’d decided to
expand your lines of morality or some such shit?”

“I did,” I agree quickly snapping my attention back to him. 
I shift my hands to rest lightly on his chest and realize he’s starting to look
pissed again.  As I study his face and try to read his mood, I catch a brief
glimpse of another emotion as it skitters across his face microseconds before
his eyes dull and his face blanks out.

Was that fear?

What could possibly be in those boxes that’s worth fearing? 
Or is he scared of me knowing?  How could he possibly be scared of me knowing
when he’s already confessed he’s a cold blooded killer to me?

 I hesitate before continuing.  “It’s not that I care about
what’s in the boxes…” I find my sentence trailing off as I consider how to word
what I am going to say next.  Jake’s face hardens and I find myself starting to
feel uncomfortable.  Uncomfortable enough to want to slide off his body and
place some distance between us.  Jake senses this instantaneously and I startle
when his hands firmly clamp one each side of my waist to hold me in place.

“Don’t avoid this conversation Arianna,” he warns, a dark
undertone to his voice that rattles me to the core.

Fuck! 

Out of the pan and into the fire… 

Maybe he’s no different to Tony?

A sudden sense of foreboding overwhelms me as my flight instincts
sharpen.  My body tenses up, preparing to fight a threat I have not yet fully
identified.  Am I scared of Jake or am I scared of what he is going tell me?

Jakes hands soften against my hips, “Fuck,” he mutters
softly as his face relaxes.  “Don’t be fuckin’ scared of me Ari.  I’d never
hurt you.”

Taking a sharp intake of air into lungs that I have only
just realized haven’t been breathing, I blink as I battle to relax.  “We’re
just talking,” he continues.  “Your gunna have to learn that sometimes we are
gunna be talking about shit that neither of us wants to talk about.  Your also
gunna have to learn that no matter how scared or pissed off either of us are,
it’s still gunna happen.  It’s want you wanted wasn’t it?  No secrets.  Yeah?”

No secrets.

That is what I wanted?  My body starts to soften as my
shoulders droop forward.  He’s right.  “Why are you pissed off then?” I ask
cautiously.