nking about Jake. We’ve had sex a couple of times now and haven’t once given a thought to precautions. I know I admitted to Jake that I haven’t been with anyone since he left, but he hasn’t said anything. I’m not stupid and realize he’s been with other women, and, although those thoughts hurt a lot, I can accept it happened in his past. He’s chosen me for his future.
Finished with my shower, I smile at the thought of a future with Jake, but I really do need to ask him about birth control. I wouldn’t mind being pregnant with his baby, but without the discussion, it makes me very unsettled.
Towel dried, I walk back toward the bed and smile when I see a very naked Jake sprawled out on top of the covers with his legs spread. One leg is bent, which gives me an amazing view of his sac, nestled between his legs.
“Are you going to stand there ogling the goods all night, or are you going to join me?” Jake asks in a sleepy voice, unmoving.
I don’t need telling twice, and crawl on the bed between his spread legs, desperate to touch him.
My fingers tickle back and forth along his thighs, over his cheeks and between to his crushed balls.
I hear the hitch in his breathing at my touch.
His scarred buttock and thigh get special treatment from me with my mouth. Jake nearly shoots off the bed when he feels my tongue massaging his marred skin.
“Stay still,” I order.
Jake grunts, pushing his hips into the bed. “I’m leaking all over the bed with your mouth on my ass.”
With my hands splayed, I open him wide, and tickle his balls with my tongue.
He starts to thrust with his hips.
“Turn over.” I back off. “I want to see you. I want to wrap my hand around you. I want you to come in my mouth so I can taste you in the most basic way.”
He does as I ask.
I’m delighted to see his eyes blaze with heat, and his cock hard and long with his excitement. The flared head is glistening with his need.
Dipping my head, I swirl my tongue around him before leaving a trail of wet heat down to his balls to show him who really has whom by the balls in this relationship.
Chapter 22
Rona
Waking with the sun blazing through the half open blinds, I try to stretch and discover I’m in pain. My moans wake Cade from his slumber.
A good night’s sleep had eluded us all night because I kept waking up and disturbing Cade in the process. At four in the morning, he brought me some more painkillers. It’s now ten thirty and my stomach is growling for food.
I offer Cade a sleepy grin now that the pain has diminished some.
“Hi,” I say.
“Morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” Half asleep, Cade turns on his side to look at me.
“Stiff,” I reply, rolling over onto my good side and resting my hand on his chest.
“You’re not the only one.” He winces.
I smooth my hand down to feel for myself, and smile as I wrap my fingers around his erection.
He groans. “Sweetheart, you really need to remove your hand.”
“I want you too, Cade. All I can move is my right arm.” I grin. “So there’s no point in us both suffering.” I return my hand to his dick, and move my fingers over the crown, all the way down to his balls. I lightly squeeze them. Tightening my hold around his shaft, I start moving my hand up and down.
He kicks the bed covers off. “Christ, this won’t last long,” he chokes out.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.