Straight Up Love (Boys of Jackson Harbor 2)

There are so many unknowns in my life right now, but in this moment, his promise is enough to quiet the worry inside me.

He sweeps his lips over mine, leading me to lie on my back as he slowly slides his hand down my body. When he inches the hem of my skirt up my thighs, I giggle. “I’m beginning to think you planned this.”

“You think?” He grins against my mouth as his hand inches up the inside of my thigh. When his fingers brush the satin between my legs, I lift my hips off the ground, and he takes advantage of the moment to tug them from my hips and down my legs in one smooth movement.

I gasp and look up toward the house.

“Don’t worry about them. They know this spot is for us tonight. We won’t be bothered.”

I study his face and shake my head in wonder. I’m really here with Jake. “Do you remember when we came out here after finals our senior year?”

His fingers lazily stroke over my hip. “The night you got trashed and passed out right here on the beach? Yeah. I remember. I slept by your side to make sure you were okay.”

“I was going to tell you how I felt that night.” The fire flickers and snaps behind me, casting shadows over his face as his grin falls away. “I’d had feelings for you for so long, and I’d finally worked up the courage to tell you.”

“And then I met you out here with a girl,” he says flatly. “Fuck.”

I shake my head. “Her name was Sadie, and I hated her. She was so beautiful.”

He shakes his head, and I see torment in the lines around his eyes. “I would have sent Sadie home in a cab if I’d known. She broke up with me after that weekend anyway. She didn’t like that I spent the night with my drunk friend instead of in bed with her.”

“Why did it take us so long to get here?” I ask, still remembering that night. I was drunk and jealous but also a little triumphant that he was with me and not her.

He lowers his head and brushes his lips over mine. “I don’t know.” He kisses me again, longer, slower, deeper, his hand slipping between my legs and skimming across my sensitive skin. “What matters is that we’re here now.”

His thumb finds my clit, and I close my eyes. I’m wet and aching. “Yes,” I whisper.

“You feel so fucking amazing,” he says against my ear. His fingers slide over me again and again, teasing my clit and circling my opening. When he slides a finger inside me, I arch my back and gasp, and he sucks my earlobe between his teeth. “So amazing.”

“I wanted this that night,” I confess on a broken exhale. “I passed out in your lap imagining you might touch me like this.”

“I thought about touching you too. I watched you sleep and wondered how it would feel to kiss you, wondered if you were drunk enough to let me or if I was enough of an ass to try when you were so wasted. By then, I’d already touched you a million times in my imagination.” He slides a second finger inside me, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “Rock into me,” he says. “Fuck my hand li

ke you moved against me at the hotel.”

I obey, slowly moving my hips and relishing his groan of approval in my ear, and I’m lost. He strokes me again and again, teasing my clit with his thumb and whispering encouragement as I tighten around his fingers.

After I come apart, he kisses me with so much tenderness that I’d melt if there were a single solid piece of me left.

“I love you.” I slide a hand into his hair, loving the feel of his breath on my neck and his hand flat and possessive against my belly.

“I love you too, Ava.”

The fire crackles beside us, and the moon reflects off the water. I don’t know what’s in store for me next, but I know tonight is perfect.

Jake

Sleeping next to Ava is fucking killing me.

I meant every word I said last night. I’m not going to make love to her here. I don’t want her to feel inhibited in the slightest when I’m finally inside her. But sleeping in the same bed together, waking up with her body curled into mine, her ass rubbing against my morning hard-on, and the memory of her orgasm pulsing around my fingers. . . I’m about to lose my goddamned mind.

I sweep her hair to the side and lower my mouth to her neck. I won’t wake her up, but I can’t walk away without putting my lips on her. I press a kiss to the tender skin beneath her ear then force myself out of bed before my hands start something I can’t finish—at least not with my mom and sister on the other side of the wall.

I go straight to the shower and turn it hot, as if I can wash the lust from my brain. I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked at me last night while we were standing against the house and I described everything I wanted to do to her. Hell, I don’t want to stop thinking about it. Her eyes were dark with lust, and her lips were parted and waiting as she hung on my every word. Her body swayed closer to me with each whispered promise.

Taking her to the lake and touching her there was a longtime fantasy of mine, and when she crawled into bed with me hours later, having her in my arms tested my limits. It was all I could do to resist rolling her over and pinning her hands behind her head as I kissed my way down her body. I want to taste her. I want to know the feel of her losing control when my face is between her legs and she can’t hold still.

I fought the fantasy last night, determined to keep my promise, but now I wrap my hand around my dick and stroke. I imagine pulling her nipples into my mouth until she moans and begs for more, parting her legs with one thigh, the wet heat of her greeting me as I slide inside. I grip myself harder as I remember how she squeezed around my fingers, the arch of her back and the lift of her hips as her body bucked into me.