I’d hoped that once we had company, that she’d relax, but it never happens. Brit’s need to host the perfect party seems to overtake her common sense as she continues to refill the food that mostly isn’t being eaten and to ensure everyone has a drink at any one time.
Everyone else notices the difference in her, even Ethan comments on her uptight behavior, which means it must be really obvious because that fucker tends to not notice anything until it hits him upside the head.
Eventually, I manage to get her to sit down with me.
Things seem to get better as she slowly gets drunker beside me thanks to the Screaming Orgasms that Chelsea keeps supplying her with. It’s the only thing she seems to be chilled about, yet due to what happened in the past should probably be the one thing she is worried about right now. However, I’m really fucking grateful and hope that in the near future, she can have a screaming orgasm of another kind because that dress is still doing all kinds of crazy things to me, and the shots that Ethan got us all to do are only helping to give me ideas.
It’s not until Shane opens his drunken mouth that Amalie finally snaps. I don’t know what it is about his joke that pushes her over the edge, it’s not like I’ve kept the fact I slept with Chelsea before she even arrived in Rosewood a secret. But even still, his comment about him being better than me is the straw that breaks the camel’s back and after tensing in my arms, Amalie slams her glass down on the coffee table and storms from the room, leaving us all stunned by her reaction.
“Man, I think you’d better go and prove your worth. Give her a real one of those screaming orgasms,” Ethan says eventually with his signature smirk firmly in place. He’s clearly enjoying the fact that I was a shit lay that night. Asshole.
“I’m so sorry,” Chelsea says, guilt written all over her face.
Knowing that she’s probably about to rip me a new one doesn’t stop me from pushing from the couch and going to follow her, sadly my need to defend my performance that night gets the better of me.
Stopping at the doorway, I turn back to look at everyone.
“I was really, really drunk. I’m surprised I stayed awake long enough to finish that night.”
Other than Shane, who’s so drunk he’s almost passed out, the rest just about manage to stifle their amusement.
“Well, I know for a fact that one of us didn’t finish,” Chelsea says, not making the situation any better. My ego is seriously getting a kicking right now.
“Oh burn, bro. Burn,” Ethan barks while the others lose their fight trying to contain their laughter.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, turning my back on them before this gets even worse for me.
I’ve got a rep. One I’d like to keep, thank you very much.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I make quick work of going in search of my girl.
All the doors are open aside from our bedroom. Knowing that’s where she’s hiding, I slip inside the room.
It’s empty, but the bathroom door is suspiciously ajar.
Walking over, I poke my head around cautiously.
I find her resting her palms against the counter, her head hanging between her shoulders. Her entire body sags in defeat and it fucking kills me.
“Amalie,” I whisper, not wanting to startle her in case she hasn’t heard me join her.
A sob erupts from her and it physically hurts me to hear it.
Racing over, I pull her to me and hold her as tightly as I can.
She tucks her face into the crook of my neck as her body trembles.
“It’s okay, baby.”
At my words, she breaks.
She sobs against me, her cries full of grief and sorrow, and there’s absolutely fuck all I can do about it.
I move us backward as one until my back hits the wall, then I slide down with her in my arms until we’re sitting on the floor.
She holds on to me as she cries for the longest time.
I have no idea what’s going on downstairs and quite frankly, I don’t care. I trust them to sort themselves out. My Brit is more important right now.
“It’s okay, baby,” I repeat, stroking my hand over her soft hair and down her back, hoping that my touch may help in some way. “I’m right here. I’ve got you.”
Eventually, her sobs subside and her breaths calm as she continues to hide with her face pressed against me.
“Amalie?” I ask, hoping that she’ll look up at me so I can get a read on how she’s feeling.
After a few seconds, she pulls back and hesitantly glances up at me.
Her blue eyes are full of emotion and pain, they’re red-rimmed from the crying and full of more unshed tears.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from crying.
“Aw, baby, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” Reaching up, I wipe her freshly fallen tears with my thumbs, but keep her face cradled in my hands. “Tell me what you need.”
“You. I just need you.”
“You’ve got me. Any way you need me.”
She stares at me for a beat, before wrapping her fingers around the back of my neck and dropping her lips to mine.
Her tongue almost immediately slips past my lips, in search of mine. I eagerly respond and help her move as she straddles my waist.
My hands slide up her bare thighs until I’m able to grip onto her almost bare ass.
She grinds down on me as she controls the kiss. I’m more than happy to hand over power to my girl if it’s going to give her the escape she needs.
As she moves against my growing cock, red hot desire fills my veins as my fingers dig into the soft skin of her ass.
My need for her is as powerful, if not more so, as it was that first time, and I’ve got a feeling that it’s never going to stop. I fucking hope not. I always want to need her this badly.
Ripping her lips from mine, she kisses along the rough line of my jaw before licking up my neck.
“Jake, I need you.”
Releasing her ass, I grip the hem of her dress and pull it up over her body.
Chapter Four
Amalie
I know I freaked out. I know that Shane didn’t mean to hurt me with that comment, not that it did. Having a reminder that Jake had a past before me was just the tip of the iceberg for my already overflowing emotions.
It was in that moment I knew that this party, and this big Christmas that Jake has planned in an attempt to distract me from my reality, was the last thing I wanted.
I just wanted to be alone.
Well, not alone. I wanted Jake.
Just the two of us in our little haven.
The second my dress is free from my body, I reach out and start releasing the buttons on his shirt.
I need him. I need his skin against mine. I need to feel that connection that’s always there when we’re together. I need the reminder that I’m not alone. That just because they left me it doesn’t mean I’m alone, I’ve got someone in my corner.
Jake sits forward, allowing me to push his shirt from his shoulders and he rests back, allowing me to run my fingers down over his pecs and across his abs. His muscles jump with my touch. A sense of achievement and relief washes through me. This is what I needed.
As I lower my hands to his fly, he cups my breasts in his large palms. I moan as he squeezes, my need to escape and pleasure that only he can provide getting too much to bear.