“I'm so, so sorry Jacob.” Donna patted his arm. “If you need anything...”
“I don't want to deal with her,” Jacob growled. “She's no longer a patient here.”
Donna's eyes went big. “But, that would mean she'd have to go to a different doctor.”
“That's the point,” Jacob told her. “She's not welcome here. I don't care if she's bleeding. You call her an ambulance and let them deal with it.”
With that he turned and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door shut as hard as possible.
“Wow. I think he's actually serious,” Donna whispered. “That's so sad.”
“Yeah. Definitely sad,” I agreed, doing my best not to smile. If Donna believed it, then the rest of the Ladies' Bridge Club wouldn't be far behind.
We were one step closer to being together.
Chapter 22
I smiled as I picked out groceries. I was heading over to Jacob's house this evening and he'd asked me to pick up a couple of things to help with dinner. I felt incredibly domestic and helpful as I picked the ripest tomatoes and the freshest gallon of milk in the entire store.
The summer heat was oppressive as I walked to my car. The blacktop radiated the sun and shimmered with imaginary mirages of water. I was sweating by the time I finished the short walk and loaded everything into my car.
That was summer in Iowa. Humid and hot.
The cicadas thrummed in the trees and birds called out as got in my car. We would get thunderstorms this evening, and given Jacob's propensity for getting wet and looking sexy as hell because of it, I was rather looking forward to them.
I especially liked how he held me as the thunder crashed around us. When the storms came, I didn't have to worry about people coming to our houses and finding us. I didn't have to worry about what anyone else thought. I was Jacob's and he was mine.
It was my own little slice of heaven.
I hummed as I drove the roundabout route to Jacob's house. I didn't want his father surprising me again. I had some dummy files in my car, just in case. I also had my notifications turned all the way up on my phone in case Jacob needed to text me that his parents had randomly showed up at his house.
We had a system and so far it had worked.
I circled a cornfield and double checked to make sure there was no one around before turning down the dirt road to Jacob's home. I tucked my car into his open garage and shut the door, feeling rather like a spy as I did it.
No one knew I was here.
“Groceries,” I called out, entering the kitchen. Jacob emerged from the living room and smiled at me before taking them off my hands.
“These look great,” he said, putting the tomatoes in a colander to wash and dry. “And so do you.”
“Is that so?” I grinned. I always felt beautiful around Jacob. I didn't need to wear makeup or do anything crazy with my hair. I liked to, but I didn't have to. He thought I was beautiful no matter what the humidity was doing to my hair.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his hands on my ass. A gentle squeeze told me exactly where his mind was.
In the gutter.
“So, that's first today, huh?” I asked, looking up through my eyelashes at him.
I loved the way he looked back at me. He looked at me like he was hungry and I was a five-course meal. His pupils dilated and he pulled me into a sensual kiss. I could feel him hardening against my hip and desire flared to life. The tomatoes could wait if he was what I could have instead.
“Yeah, I think that's first tod
ay,” he whispered, nibbling on my ear. His breath tickled the small hairs of my neck and made me drunk on lust. I was jelly to his touch when he did that. “You drive me wild.”
He tugged on my shorts, pulling them to the floor. I kicked them to the side as he ran his fingers along the smooth satin of my panties. I loved the way his skillful fingers danced across me, teasing me with the pleasure he could bring. I let my head fall back and groaned as he kissed my neck and played with the thin satin.
“More, please,” I whimpered, lifting the back of his shirt. He grinned and pulled it up and over his head. I don't know if they taught men the sexiest way to remove their shirts in a secret boy school or if it just came naturally, but I loved watching him strip for me.