Straight Up Love (Boys of Jackson Harbor 2)

“You couldn’t possibly.”

“That night was an anomaly for me. Usually . . .” I swallow. “Usually it’s not so easy.”

“It was pretty easy when I was rubbing you through your jeans.” His lips quirk. “Not that I’m complaining. It was hot as hell.”

My cheeks heat at the memory. “But sometimes I just can’t,” I whisper.

“You let me worry about that, okay?” He shakes his head slowly. “All that matters is that you’re enjoying yourself—orgasm or no orgasm, there’s no possible way you could disappoint me.” He cups my breasts, his thumb stroking across my bra and catching my hard nipple. I bite my bottom lip to catch my moan, and he smiles. “And anyway, I haven’t decided what I want to do yet.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Considering how long I’ve wanted to get inside you . . .” His gaze drops to my mouth. “How many times I’ve fantasized about having you in my bed. . . I want to make sure the first time is as amazing for you as it is for me. So I can’t decide if I want you under me—your knees pulled up around my waist, so you can feel me deep inside you—or if I want you to ride me.” He pinches my nipple. “Then I could suck on these perfect breasts while you got yourself off on my cock.”

My breath catches, and I press into his hands. “I like your mouth on my breasts.”

“I noticed. But then I’ve thought about taking you from behind—God knows I’m going to make sure that happens eventually—with your ass in my hands as I drive deep and make you stroke your clit for me. It’ll be fucking amazing to take you like that.”

His words are the light to a fuse that races across my skin and sets every nerve ending on fire. Yes, please. I want everything. All of it.

“But not the first time. The first time, I want to see your face. I want to watch all the pleasure wash over you and see what you look like when you come.”

I lean forward, pressing my face into his chest, and groan.

“I’ve been trying to go slowly,” he whispers, “but it’s the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done. I want you so badly.”

“Then take me.” Do I sound as desperate as I feel? His words have me twisted in knots. Every muscle from my shoulders to down between my legs is tight with longing.

“I will. And that’s a promise.” He takes my hand and leads me away from the house. “Come on a walk with me?”

I nod and intertwine my fingers with his as we wander through the darkness.

The Jackson family cabin is forty-five minutes inland from Jackson Harbor, away from the tourist draw of the shoreline of Lake Michigan and the lights of the city. The cabin is tucked off the road and into the woods on a nice piece of property with a small lake. We’ve spent so many summer days out here swimming and fishing, and winter days sledding down the hill by the pole barn. The far side of the property has a dirt bike track where Levi and Colton train with their motocross team.

Jake leads me away from the house and down the path to the little beach area in front of the lake. When I see it, I stop walking and press my hand to my chest. “Jake.”

I can make out his grin in the moonlight, and my heart squeezes hard with love. Lanterns line the path to the beach where there’s a blanket laid out in front of a small campfire.

“Come on,” he says. “I think there’s a bottle of wine waiting for us.”

Wordlessly, I follow him down to the sand and sit on the blanket in front of the fire. He pours us each a glass of wine.

“Do you like it?” he asks. He lowers himself to the blanket beside me, and I try to find my voice.

“I love it. How did you . . . When?” He hasn’t left my side since we arrived tonight.

“I made Carter help. He owed me some favors for going on a date with my girl.”

Laughing, I shake my head. “This is so amazing. Thank you.”

“You’re amazing,” he says softly. “This is the first weekend we’ve gotten to spend as a couple, and you didn’t even hesitate when I asked you to spend it with my family.”

“Of course not, Jake. They’re . . .” I turn, looking up toward the house. “They’re my family too.”

He studies his wine and then takes a long pull from his glass before meeting my eyes again. “I don’t want you to move to Florida. You belong here with us. But if you decide that’s what you want, we’re gonna figure it out, okay?”

I nod, emotion clogging my throat. “I don’t know what I want yet.” I don’t want to leave, but I don’t want to be that girl who dismisses amazing opportunities for a guy. I did that with Harrison. If my relationship with Jake is going to work, it can’t be like my marriage was.

“Hey.” Jake pulls my glass from my hand and sets it in the sand next to his. “You don’t have to know yet. We’ll figure it out.”