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“I suppose, I can’t blame you. So, what is it that you want to know?”

“Is there a chance she’s pregnant?” I ask.

“How did I fucking know this would be the first question? No, babe, she’s not pregnant. How many times do I have to tell you, I always used protection. I love my dick so much I don’t want it to fall off, so I never forgot to cover it. The last time I saw her, like I said, was six months ago, and we didn’t even have sex. I knew she was trapping me, so I stopped touching her.”

“What if you’re wrong?”

“Babe, I always check the condom, before and after, and I always put it on myself. I’ve seen a couple of my friends get trapped because they weren’t careful, so I’m anal about it. Trust me, babe,” He groans out of frustration.

His phone starts ringing, and we both look at it. When he hands it to me, I see her name on the screen. I give it back and tell him to answer it. We need to put a stop to this nonsense, once and for all.

“Hello…
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…I have nothing to say to you, Tiff…
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…Yes, she’s my girlfriend…
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…I’m very happy with her…
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…Please, don’t fucking go to my house anymore…
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…Don’t force my hand, I’ll do anything to protect Trish…
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…Goodbye Tiff, don’t do anything stupid.” He throws his phone on the bed.

I’m afraid to ask him what she said, and my brain is only seeing green lights, so it’s going a mile a minute. All the what-ifs are causing a major traffic jam in my brain. I should be discussing what’s going on with Jake, but instead I’m paralyzed with the unknown while he’s seething with anger.

“So, what did she say?”

“She says she wants to see me again, and if I don’t, she’ll make my life and yours a living hell. The bitch is mental. I had sex with her a couple of times, and she thinks I want to marry her. She’s a fucking psycho.” He starts shaking his head, pulling his hair…he’s officially in freak out mode.

“Oh my God, your dick, that you love so much, is going to get me killed!” I yell at him.

He must have heard the panic in my voice, because he’s on me in an instant.

“I need us to be on the same page, babe. I can’t change my past, Trish. I can only be honest with you, so if you want to ask me anything, you can. I’ll answer you truthfully, all the time. It’s not going to be pretty, I can tell you that. I’m sure it may even hurt you, but I’ll be honest. I will not taint our relationship with lies, baby…no lies.”

I guide him back on the bed. I move to sit on his lap, straddle him, and wrap my arms around his neck, as his hands land on my ass, giving me a light squeeze. He closes his eyes when I run my fingers through his hair.

“I only have two questions. One, how crazy is she? Two, do we really have to worry about her?”

“I don’t think she’ll do anything stupid, and I’m not worried. Roxy’s with you half the time anyway, she’s crazier than Tiffany, so you’ll be fine. Tami’s quick to dial 911, so you’re good. We’re good, right?” He wiggles his brows, trying his hardest to lighten the mood.

I kiss and climb off him, then go to the bathroom to change into my jammies. I peek out to check what he’s doing; he has his head in his hands, obviously still stressed about the phone call.

“Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll see you in the morning.”

He looks at me, raises his eyebrows, and grins. “Is that an invitation, baby? I’m ready to strip, right now.” He kicks his shoes off, takes off his socks, pulls his shirt over his head, starts unbuckling his belt, drops his pants, and kicks them to the side.

He’s only in his boxers, smiling in front of me, looking sexy as hell, and my mouth is watering. He just did a Magic Jake show for me, my eyes travel from his chest, to his flat hard abs, down to his happy trail, not to forget his, oh so yummy, V line.

“What do you think? Since you did a Channing Tatum impersonation, you can sleep with me now?”

“That’s the plan, baby.” He hops on my bed, lies down, crosses his arms behind his head, and spreads open his legs.

“You’re too much! Fine, you can sleep here, but nothing will happen!”

He huffs out a groan, “You’re killing me! I’ll never have kids, because my dick will snap off for being so hard and not being used!
MAN DIED DUE TO EXTREME HARD ON AND WORST CASE OF BLUE BALLS
, that’s what the headlines will say! You’re one walking torture machine!”

We cuddle, kiss, cuddle some more, and talk until we fall asleep, my back against his chest, arm wraps around my waist, leg over my hips. And, his dick didn’t fall off; it was hard, but it didn’t fall off.

Chapter 8

Trish

We haven’t even landed in Florida, and I’m already dreading the humidity. Heat and I don’t mix, and the same goes with take offs and landings. Jake knows this, so he makes it a point to hold my hand while I say a prayer. From the moment the plane taxis onto the runway to take off, my eyes are closed shut, my body rigidly stiff, and I’m white knuckling Jake’s hand. When the plane takes off, he whispers in my ear how much he loves me.

“You can open your eyes, Trish; we’re airborne.”

“Okay, thanks, babe. What would I do without you?” I kiss his cheek.

“Apparently, piss all over yourself. Where’s your barf bag?” He chuckles.

I stick my tongue out at him. I close my eyes, and I start thinking about tonight, which will be the night I plan on surprising Jake. I know he’s dying to make love to me, but never once pressured me. He has been patient, and he’ll be rewarded, soon. I’m nervous and excited at the same time. I’ve never been with anyone, but Dylan, and with Jake being so experienced, I wonder if I can satisfy him. I hope he won’t be comparing me to the other women he’s been with, because I know for sure, those women are more experienced that I am. For all I know, they can do acrobatic positions I haven’t heard of. I imagine him kissing me all over my body, touching and teasing me in places that will make me sky rocket to the stratosphere, his lips touching my skin, leaving wet trails of hot kisses, his teeth nipping and biting me, and his tongue tasting me. Just thinking about it makes me warm and wet. My phone buzzes in my hand, bringing me back to reality. I look down and smile; I have a message from Jake.

Jake: Are you thinking about how I’m going to make love to you tonight? ;)

I don’t look at him; although, I can feel him looking at me. How does he know about my plan? I hope he didn’t see it in my face…. If he did, that would be embarrassing. Since he wants to tease me, I’ll tease him back.

Me: Actually, I was thinking about how many times you’ll make me scream.

I’m dying to look at him, but don’t. I’m enjoying this teasing game we’ve got going on. My phone buzzes right away…I guess, my man is horny!

Jake: Baby, I’ll make you scream all night; you’ll beg me to stop….and when I stop, you’ll beg for more....

Not only is my man horny, but cocky as hell. I’m sure he can make me scream and forget about my name. Lord, all this talking is making me all hot and bothered.

Me: I don’t think I’ll ever ask you to stop….I’m dying to feel your body against mine…

I’m controlling myself not to laugh, because I notice him squirming in his seat…I think he just adjusted himself. The next thing I know, he reaches for my seat belt, releases it, and drags me toward the back of the plane. Roxy and Tami eye me suspiciously, and the boys have a knowing look on their faces. He pushes me inside the bathroom and locks the door.

“Trish, are you trying to kill me?” He grabs my hand and lets me feel how hard he is.

I giggle. “You started it…do you want me to help you with um…this?” I squeeze my hand on his hard length. He groans, grabs my cheeks with his hands, and kisses me senseless. His tongue flicks and teases mine; he sucks on my tongue as I continue to work his hard cock with my hand. He releases my mouth and places his forehead against mine. We’re both breathless at this point.

“Trish, you have to stop. I don’t know if I can control myself not to take you right now. I …” He moans as I continue my assault on him. He kisses me softly on the lips, which becomes torrid in a heartbeat, as I quickly unbutton his jeans, push the zipper down, and his hard throbbing dick springs out. I move my hand up and down his velvety smooth hot length, squeezing him fast and hard as his onslaught on my mouth continues. It only takes a couple more pumps, and I feel hot liquid land on my hand. He kisses my lips, tenderly, twice before kissing my forehead.

“I love you, babe…” He breathlessly says.

“Love you, too…we better get out of here before someone notices,” I say as I turn to face the sink and wash my hands.

“Go ahead; I’ll be right behind you.” He cups the back of my neck and says. “You’re not leaving our room when we check in. I’m not sharing you until tomorrow.” His low, husky voice sends a signal straight to my girly bits

I giggle. “Whatever you say, I’m all yours”.

Welcome to Florida! It’s muggy, humid, and hot. I am miserable. True to his word, Jake and I stay in our room the whole night. We order room service and watch movies, but mostly, we are making out like teenagers. Toward the end of the third movie, I excuse myself to take a shower. I need to make sure everything is logistically okay before doing the deed. I want this night to be memorable for the both of us. I don’t know how long I stay in the bathroom, but I’m surprised when I open the door.

The bed is covered with rose petals, there are candles on both sides of the bed, and
Edwin McCain’s I’ll Be
is softly playing in the background. As my eyes lock with his, my feet stop moving, and I focus only on him. The way he’s looking at me, I can see in his eyes, the passion and love he has for me. I can feel it oozing from every pore in his body, transferring to mine and I’m immersed in it. Still staring at each other, he walks toward me, his fingers caressing my cheek, ever so gently, causing my eyes to close, relishing the warmth of his touch. He holds my cheeks tenderly with both hands as his lips touch mine, everything else seems to fade away. The moment his tongue brushes mine, my arms snakes their way to his neck as my fingers play with his thick hair, while he pulls me toward him, close enough for me to feel how much he wants me. I slowly undress him while he gently tugs on the sash of my robe; I don’t know how I manage to do it because I’m mostly aware of how his lips are moving with mine. He carries me and gently lays me on the bed. His wide shoulders and hard body hover over me…his arms trapping my head. We were just staring at each other, at a loss for words, but our eyes say it all…

“I love you so much, Trish. God, you.are.so.beautiful. Will you be mine tonight?” He says softly, his lips brushing mine.

I cup his cheeks; tenderly press my lips to his… I nod. He must have seen it in my eyes, because he kisses me with so much passion, I’m drowning in it. I instantly open my legs, wrap them around his waist, and I feel his hard length pulsing on my stomach; he releases my mouth, runs his tongue from my jaw to my neck down to my aching nipples. He sucks one of my nipples while his hand massages the other. He moves to the other giving it his attention, licking, sucking… it went on and on. If he doesn’t stop, I think I will come just by his mouth and tongue on my nipples. I feel his fingers brush my folds and slowly enter me. I arch my back and moan as his finger moves in and out of me. His thumb plays with my very sensitive nub. The sensation his finger makes causes my eyes to close and my toes to curl.

“Open your eyes, baby…I want to see your eyes when you come for me…I love you so much, Trish…”

I open my eyes, and stare into the eyes of the man that makes me feel alive again….more than ever. As I move my hips to meet his, his tip is poised at my entrance. With one slow, gentle thrust, he enters me, my warmth blanketing him, slowly rocking against me; gradually picking up the pace, moving in and out, slow and fast teasing strokes, driving me close to heaven. He grabs my hips with both hands and starts pumping hard; pushing me over the precipice of the most intense, mind shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. Uncontrolled spasms rock my body and while I’m lost in my heaven, I feel his release as he calls out my name.

“Jake, I love you,” I breathlessly whisper in his ear.

He pulls back and stares at me lovingly. “I know you do, and thank you for giving us a chance. I’ve waited so long for this; you don’t know how happy you’ve made me. It was worth the wait, even if you’ve given me the worst case of blue balls, several times,” He says as he chuckles.

“Way to destroy the mood, Jake! Now, I’ll remember blue balls, instead of this moment.” I pinch his side, trying to look upset.

He rolls to his side and pulls me toward him. “Seriously, Trish, I’m so happy, beyond happy, actually. I never thought you’d be mine. Even when we lost him, I thought you wouldn’t try again. You were so sad, and I didn’t know how to comfort you. I tried to fight it; I thought if I dated, I’d be able to forget wanting you, or at the very least, control the need to have you. I hope you can…” He pauses, shakes his head, and kisses my forehead; pulling me almost on top of him, hugging me tight as if he’s afraid to let me go. I wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t.

I nuzzle his neck with my nose. “Hey, what is it?”

“Nothing, how about you sleep; tomorrow will be a long day for you.” He looks at me, kisses my nose, and smiles; but his eyes tell me something else. Something is still bothering him, and I wish he’d tell me. I snuggle closer to him and try to sleep.

He must have thought I was already asleep, because I hear him say, “I hope you can love me more than him, please love me more”.

I’m surprised he didn’t notice I was awake, because I swear, I stopped breathing and his words broke my heart. I never compared him to Dylan, not once. Dylan will always be a part of my life; he used to own my heart, but not anymore. I’ll always love him, but it’s the love reserved for a person who has been a part of my life; not a lover, partner, and soul mate. That love is completely and solely only for Jake. How can I make him understand he owns my heart, exclusively?