“Oh, God, Jake. Oh, yes.”
He suckled, then dabbed, then suckled. The waves of bliss pummeled over her, then swept her away.
Once her moans subsided, Jake’s tongue stilled and he smiled up at her. He stretched out beside her. “It sounds like you enjoyed that.”
She smiled broadly. “I did.”
She reached for his erection and stroked lightly up and down, using only her fingertips.
“Do you like this?”
“I do.”
She pushed him fiat on the bed and climbed over him.
“Good, I ‘m going to take my turn to play now.” She wrapped her hands around his rock-hard cock and lifted it straight up, perpendicular to his body. It twitched in her hands. Her lips brushed the tip and she dabbed at the tiny hole with her tongue. She stroked his shaft with a single fingertip, then spiraled around the tip. His cock was so gorgeous with its kid-leather skin, the bulbous mushroom-shaped head, and its long,
long,
shaft. She yearned to suck and squeeze it in her mouth, but this game he’d started appealed to her. He’d told her to let him do all the work.
She licked again, then released him and lay back on the bed. He glanced at her, eyebrows raised.
She shrugged. “You told me to let you do all the work.”
She glanced at his cock then his face. “So, go ahead.”
He smiled and wrapped a big hand around his erection.
His purple cock head peered out the top of his hand. “You mean like this?” His hand glided toward his body, then forward again.
She nodded, watching intently as his hand moved forward and back in long, smooth strokes. She could imagine that beautiful shaft stroking the walls of her vagina as he thrust into her. Her nipples ached. She curled a finger over one and stroked.
He pivoted toward her, his hand moving faster, his eyes glazing as he watched her intently. She smiled and stroked her other nipple, plucking both hard nubs at the same time. “Jenna, you’re driving me wild.”
She slid one hand down her belly, then between her legs, into the slick moistness.
“Oh, sweetheart, I. . .” Suddenly, he jerked and white liquid spewed from his cock, splattering across her chest. She sucked in a breath. The hot semen spurted again and again.
He laughed, then pushed himself up on his elbow. “You get me so damned hot.” He dragged a finger through the white gobs, then slid it downward. “That should have gone here.”
He pressed his fingertip to her opening. She moaned as he slid his finger inside and swirled around.
“Oh, yeah. That’s a good place for it.”
He stroked over her clit. The dripping moisture between her legs told her it was time to make another request. “Mmm. I need something from you but I’m not sure you’re ready.”
Staring at his cock, she licked her lips and opened her legs wider. His wilted member twitched to life.
His mouth turned up in a wicked grin. “Baby, I ‘m ready if you are.”
“I want you to come here. Then I want you to lick and suck my breasts until the nipples are so hard I can’t stand it.” “Whatever you say, Jenna.”
He prowled over her, then sucked one breast into his mouth so hard she gasped.
“That’s one down,” she responded shakily.
He smiled, then licked the second one and sucked slowly but mercilessly. Within ten seconds he had her gasping for air. He grinned down at her, his eyes twinkling.
“Okay, now what?”
She smiled. “Now, I want you to thrust your
enormous
cock deep inside me.”
His eyes darkened with potent sexual need. He pressed the tip of his cock against her moist opening and slowly eased it forward.
“No, drive it in fast and hard.”
“God, Jenna, I love it when you talk this way.” He lunged forward, stretching the length of her vagina in one sudden thrust. She moaned loudly. He pulled back, the head of his penis dragging along her vagina, then he thrust again. She wrapped her legs around his body, crossing her ankles behind him, pulling him even deeper.
He pumped into her. Her breathing accelerated as the pleasure escalated. Swells of pure bliss pulsed through her, spinning her through a vortex of incredible sensations. “Jenna, come for me. Let me hear you scream in pleasure.” “Oh, yes. You’re making me come.” She moaned as the orgasm crashed over her. His body tensed and she felt liquid heat flood her insides. Still he pumped into her. As she continued to ride his cock, his fingers edged between them and he stroked her clit. The ebbing climax flared again and she moaned against his ear.
He continued to stimulate her clitoris and thrust his rigid rod into her. The orgasm seemed to last forever. When it finally tapered off, she clung to him.
“That was fabulous.” She nuzzled close against his chest, suddenly very tired. “The best ever.”
She yawned, then kissed the base of his neck. “Going to sleep now.” She stroked across his stomach. “Night, Ryan.”
JAKE STARED AT the sleeping Jenna, his chest wrapped with iron bands of pain. The sex had been fantastic. His ploy to help her past her nervousness had worked beautifully. She had opened up and eventually reveled in sex talk. Then she had brought him to the brink of climax several times, then held him back, building his energy to finally burst out in an incredible release.
It’s too bad she had forgotten who he was.
She’d called him Ryan.
A numbness settled deep in his belly. Now he knew how his brother had felt, and he didn’t like it one bit. In fact, the pain was almost unbearable.
He stroked her hair behind her ear. He loved her so much his whole body throbbed with it. She had agreed to stay here with him this month, to give herself a chance to fall in love with the father of her baby—his baby—but now he wondered if that would even be possible.
Could it be that his lovely Jenna was actually in love with his brother after all?
THE NEXT MORNING, Jenna woke up in Jake’s bed alone, but the glow from last night’s lovemaking still warmed her. She pushed back the covers and checked the ensuite bathroom to see if Jake was in the shower, but all she found was a damp bath towel hanging on a heated towel rack. She pulled a dry towel from the shelves beside the large Jacuzzi bathtub. Ten minutes later, she stepped out of the stall dripping wet. She towel-dried her hair, ran a comb through it, then shrugged into the fleece robe she found hanging on a hook beside the shower. It was baggy on her, the arms hanging over her hands, but she tied the belt tightly and rolled up the sleeves. She loved the smell of Jake surrounding her as the robe enfolded her in warmth.
As she stepped back into the bedroom, she glanced at the clock beside the bed. Five after eight. Jake didn’t leave for work until eight fifteen. Maybe he was in the kitchen having breakfast. She headed down the hallway, trying not to run, wanting to feel his arms around her again before he left. Sam lay on the carpet by the living room window, stretched out in a patch of sunlight.
Jenna pushed open the kitchen door and smiled when she saw Jake sitting on a stool at the eating counter, sipping coffee and reading a report. Suddenly, she felt shy and nervous. “Good morning,” she said.
He glanced up.
“Hi. The kettle’s full of hot water if you want to make some herbal tea. I didn’t know when you’d be up so I didn’t make it.”
“That’s okay.” She felt awkward. He hadn’t smiled and his tone was polite but distant. Had she done something wrong? She sat on the stool beside him, deciding she was just being paranoid, and rested her hand on his thigh, needing some kind of physical contact with him.
——“How did you sleep?” she asked tentatively.
“Fine,” he answered and said no more. He continued reading from the papers in front of him.
Her heart clenched. He was shutting her out and she didn’t know why.
“Jake?”
“Hmm?” He didn’t look up.
Jake wished he’d left before Jenna had gotten up, but now he couldn’t just jump up and leave. Damn it, he didn’t want to talk to her right now. His feelings were still a little too tender. He could still hear her kitten-soft words.
Night, Ryan.
His heart clenched. And the feel of her hand on his thigh was pure torture. He didn’t intend to throw it in her face. She hadn’t done it to hurt him. In fact, he was sure she didn’t even realize she had done it.
“Jake, is there something wrong?”
He glanced at her.
“No, of course not.” He stood up, putting some needed distance between them. “I’ve got to leave for work.”
He could feel her staring at him as he grabbed his briefcase and headed for the kitchen door. Something compelled him to look back at her before he pushed through the doorway. Tears welled in her eyes.
Oh, damn. He dropped the case and strode to her side, then gathered her in his arms. “Sweetheart, what is it?” “I. . . don’t. . . know. Last. . . night. .. we . . .” Her words were punctuated by sobs, then trailed off into heavy-duty sniffling.
Hell, he hadn’t meant to upset her. In fact, he’d wanted to escape before she even sensed something was wrong. He grabbed a tissue from the box on the counter and handed it to her. “Here,” he said in a gentle tone. “Blow your nose and take a deep breath.”
She did what he suggested and tried again.
“Last night, we were so close and then this morning . . .” Another sob broke loose. “This morning, you don’t even want to be near me.” The words rushed out, then she sobbed again. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body, feeling more than a little guilty. “I’m sorry, honey. I just had something on my mind.” He kissed the top of her head. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” The only response she made was a sniffle. He cupped her chin and lifted her face. It broke his heart to see her large blue eyes rimmed with tears.
“I told you, sweetie. Nothing’s wrong.”
“You’re sure?”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Absolutely.”
She dashed fresh tears from her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I guess it’s just the hormones.” She clutched the lapels of the robe. A tenuous, trembling smile curved her lips. “If I keep acting like this, you really won’t want to be around me.”
His heart swelled at the reminder that she carried his baby. He hugged her tightly against him.
“It’ll never happen, sweetheart. There’s nothing you could ever do that would stop me from loving you.” Even if she didn’t love him back.
JENNA WATCHED JAKE drive away. She wrapped her arms around herself, loving the feel of his fleecy robe around her, loving the scent of him enveloping her. Still, she was disturbed by the conversation they’d just had. - Jake had told her he loved her. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice, then poured herself a glass. In fact, remembering back, he had told her that before, the night before the rehearsal dinner, but it hadn’t sunk in because at the time she’d thought he was Ryan.
My God, Jake loves me.
How could that be? He had known her for only two days when he’d said it. Could he really have fallen in love with her so quickly? It had taken Ryan eight months to utter the words.
She watched two blue jays dipping into the birdbath out front, throwing the water over their backs and flapping their wings, splashing water every which way. She knew Jake had brought her here to convince her to marry him, but she thought it was only because she was going to bear his child. Now, Jake said he loved her. It was all so confusing. What did she really know about love? What did Ryan and Jake know about love? Ryan said he loved her, but if it was true, why did he avoid being with her?
She dragged her finger along the glass windowpane.
Jake said he loved her, and she was starting to fall in love with him, too. Then he had shut her out. He’d said he had something on his mind, but that sounded more like Ryan than the Jake she thought she knew.
Sam wandered into the kitchen and peered at Jenna. She . picked up the cat and cuddled her close.
Maybe he’d just convinced himself he loved her because of the baby and now he ‘d drift away, too.
AFTER A QUIET dinner that evening, Jake invited her to play video games with him in his den. He had a great setup, with two networked computers, high-resolution monitors, and state-of-the-art CPUs for game play. She preferred games of skill to role-playing games so they played a new online golf game. After one game of eighteen holes, she decided to call it a night.
They had spent the whole evening together but at different desks with virtually no real interaction between them. Jenna climbed into bed feeling lonely.
She had started to convince herself that she had real feelings for Jake, but it was far more likely that she saw in Jake what she wanted to see in Ryan.
She loved Ryan. Sure, they had a few problems to work out, but when she was with him, she never doubted his feelings for her. It was only when he was away from her. If only he wasn’t away so often. If only he wasn’t away now. In fact, it wasn’t he who was away, it was she. She glanced at the silver phone in its stand on her bedside table. Maybe Ryan wasn’t here, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t connect. She pushed herself up in bed and plumped up two pillows behind her, then picked up the phone and dialed Ryan’s number. She glanced at the clock. Eleven thirty. It was a little late—Ryan had probably turned in about an hour ago—but she hoped he wouldn’t mind.