Loving Jacob (Breathless 5)

This place was sentimental for us. I expected that we could rekindle what we meant to each other on that neutral ground.

“We can be anywhere and love each other, Jacob. Coming here in the middle of the night won’t fix us, if we’re even broken. I wouldn’t know because you haven’t told me what you have to say yet. We have to be honest with each other, at all times,” she said, eying me suspiciously.

Another piercing-like strike went through my heart.

Fuck it.

I opened my mouth to tell her the whole story about Justine sneaking into our home and seducing me, while making me think she was Destiny. What did I have to lose? I could tell the truth and convince Destiny that she owed me a second chance just like I gave her one after she slept with Montie, or I could continue lying by omission and have the suspicion hang over us until Justine blurted it out, leaving me looking like a two-faced cheater.

“Look, I’m not proud of what I’ve done, but I have to tell you about that day when the lights went out in the city. I was in my study and—”

“Are you two love birds going to come in or not?” Tazi Jefferson, the owner of the bakery’s voice infiltrated my slightly cracked windows. She stood in the door of her establishment peering out at us.

I rolled my window down the rest of the way.

“Yes, Mrs. Tazi. We’re on our way in. Give us a moment,” I said to her.

“Alright, I have everything just the way you requested and a little extra. Park down in my private parking deck, so you don’t get towed. I’ll buzz you in there.” She watched us a little longer before she went back into the store and behind the counter.

Destiny sat with her arms folded across her chest. The semi-smile she had when she waved at Tazi had retreated into the confines of her stoic facial features. I loathed that she was holding her natural beauty from me. But not as much as I abhorred ever laying a hand on Justine, much less sharing intimacy that was reserved for my wife. I had yet to understand why I couldn’t discern between the two women. I had to agree with Destiny on one thing, something was off about the situation.

“Are you going to explain to me why you brought me cross state lines for cake when my only request was to have a heart to heart conversation with you?”

“My love, I figured the best place to make that happen would be here…the place where to unsuspecting people sat for hours, bared their naked soul as strangers and by the end of the night were inseparable.”

“Jacob, I love you so much,” she said as a tear slipped from her right eye. I reached across the seat, arms stretched wide and eager to embrace her. She waved me away. “Don’t…It shouldn’t take all of this for you to say nothing happened between you and her. Just fucking say it!”

“I love you, Destiny. I love you and you only, dammit!”

I grabbed her face and seized her lips. I kissed her with every bit of passion in me. She struggled to get away from me and murmured her protest. I wasn’t having any of it. I had to express my love for her in a universal language. I allowed my tongue to let her know how deep my love flowed for her.

She continued to resist until she had no win against the fiery passion shooting through me into her spirit. When she let out a deep, throaty moan, I withdrew from her and drove into Tazi’s personal parking garage, where only her BMW was parked.

The double doors came down behind us. I rushed around to Destiny’s door and pulled her to her feet and into another kiss. I growled like a fierce lion, opened the backseat, and lowered her onto the seat never taking my lips off hers.

She writhed against me trying to sit back up.

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“No, Jacob. We can’t do this here.”

“Watch me.” My cock thrust against the fabric of my pants, as I tore her shirt open and buttons went flying across the car.

“Jacob, we can’t—” she managed to rasp out through hazy passion that exuded from her flawless brown skin. She closed her eyes tight, clenched her legs together, and attempted to sit up once again.

I yanked her pants down her legs and quickly discarded every article of her clothing. I slid my hand down to her neatly shaven pussy and grabbed it whole into my hand.

“I want you now.”

“Jacob…baby…no, you can’t do this.”

“Is that right? Tell me I can have you now,” I demanded as my tongue glided across her pretty flower and began flickering her sweetly scented bulb. “I’m not a begging man, but I’ll do it for you,” I said, licking her bulb one last time before I slithered my tongue up her stomach to her breasts. “Tell me.”

“No.”

“So, you’re going to make me beg?” I asked before my tongue entered her mouth and tangoed with hers, mixing her essence in the hot pot of passion that was brewing.

“Can anyone see us?” she asked, her constitution withering.