She’s lucky she’s not in the hospital.
I bang around the kitchen, finding things to use, including a tray to carry everything into her room. I make us both a coffee, prepare her medication and toast, then take everything into her room.
She smiles weakly. “A girl could get used to this.”
“I bet you could. Now, be good and eat some toast then take the antibiotics.”
She sits up and does as she is told.
I make sure she eats as much as she can then clear away the tray of food.
I help her settle back against the pillows and turn on the bedroom’s TV after finding the remotes. I slide myself under the blankets beside her and drink my coffee. Once done, I place the cup down on the nightstand and wriggle myself over to her and drag her against my chest. The movie starts, and I see it’s The Proposal starring Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock.
I’ve watched this with Aria, and it’s pretty funny, so I don’t mind watching this with Stephanie. I settle in, rubbing Stephanie’s back for a while and watch the movie with her. It doesn’t take long, and I hear light snoring coming from her. Looking down, I find her hand resting under her cheek, pressed against my chest and a small smile on her face.
I lean down and place a light kiss on her forehead and snuggle her closer to me, holding her tightly. I’m glad I took her to the doctor and that she’s on medication to make her feel better. This shouldn’t feel so right between us, but damn if it doesn’t. When she’s feeling better, I’ll show her how much I want to be with her. I want to shower her with gifts, take her out to dinner, wake up with her every morning, and kiss her goodnight. I want her to be the first person I see when I wake up and the last as I drift off to sleep. I want to hear her lose herself in ecstasy so badly, and when we’re done and she’s thoroughly satisfied, I’ll make her see there’s no one else for her but me.
Stephanie
It’s been four days since Jake took me to the doctor and today is the first day, where I feel like I’ve got some energy back.
The man has been by my side the entire time I’ve been ill. He’s made me a coffee every morning and made sure I’ve taken my medication on time. He fed me and cleaned after the both of us.
I get out of my bed, feeling like I could go for a sprint.
As I exit my room, I see Jake in my lounge. He’s exercising and wearing only shorts. He’s focused as he does his push-ups. I lean against the doorframe, biting down on my index finger as I watch him stand, showing me his impressive, muscular torso.
Those shorts of his hang low on his hips, giving me a glimpse of the start of the ‘V’ on his hips.
He looks at me. “Enjoying your perving session?” he asks, flexing a little. He’s doing it on purpose.
I step towards him and press myself against his front, hoping it will show him exactly what I want. My nipples are pebbling against his chest, and he closes his eyes.
“Sugar, don’t tease me.”
“Why do you call me that?” I ask.
His warm breath flows softly over my neck, and I groan. “Because I’m hoping you taste like sugar when I finally dip my tongue between your legs; licking you until I drive you crazy with desire,” he whispers into my ear.
I look at him and then press my lips to his. I slide my hands up his chest as he slides his own around my waist. He guides us backwards and lowers me onto the couch—the lounge part, so I’m stretched out beneath him. My shirt slides up my torso as he continues his sensual assault of my mouth. He thrusts one leg between my thighs as he slides his hand lower, over my stomach. Digits dance along my skin, making me arch against his touch as he braces himself on his knees.
He kisses me lower, placing open-mouthed kisses down my neck as he pushes my shirt up with his hands. My breasts spill into his waiting palms, and he toys with my nipples. I can’t help but jerk my hips against his thigh as I silently tell him where I want his attention most.
Dipping his head lower, he sucks one nipple into his mouth, suckling on it, then he follows by doing the same to the other one. He kisses down my stomach as I try to tug my pants down. I need his hands on my pussy, followed by his mouth, and then I need to have his long, thick rod filling me.
We’re interrupted by his phone ringing on the coffee table. He pulls away and glances at it.
“Jake,” he says, answering the phone. “Alright. See you soon.” He hangs up and looks at me.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“No. I have ten minutes to make my hard-on go away.”
“I’m pretty sure I can help with that in ten minutes.” I move towards him, sliding my palm over his cock.
Holy, fuck me! His cock is long and thick.
He groans. “Sugar…”
“I really want to suck this. Get you off. You must be aching right now.”
“I’m aching yes, but there’s no fucking way in hell I’m taking pleasure from you without giving anything in return. For now, I need to leave, but trust me, next time you’re finally beneath me, I’m going to worship this sexy body all night long.”
“Promise?” I ask.
He returns his lips to mine, claiming me with a possession I’ve never felt before. His lips are demanding as he guides his tongue into my mouth. The movement sends another wave of desire rushing down my spine, making me shiver against him.
He pulls away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? That soon, wow you need to give a girl time to prepare for these things,” I say.
He smiles. “I’m pretty sure you’ll find the time. But no, I’ll see you tomorrow night at Toby and Sasha’s engagement party.”
“Oh, right. I’ve been invited to that.”
“Of course, you have. You’re family. They forgot to give it to you the other night at dinner. I placed the invite on your fridge three days ago when I was given it, but never said anything because you’ve been sick.”
“Sure, I’ll be there.”
He grins. “Good girl. Now I’ve really got to go.”
He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. Soft and endearing. “Until tomorrow, sugar.”
He pulls on a shirt, picks up his bag and exits my house. I’m left staring at the door dumbstruck. Something about what he said sits with me for a moment. He called me family.
Family!
Yet, he wants to have sex with me.
His fingers and kisses said one thing. His mouth another. I don’t know which to believe. All I know is right now I desire him more than any other. I need to feel his body against mine; his lips are devouring me while his fingers play me like a musical instrument.
I shouldn’t want these things.
I need to figure out what the hell he meant before I let him anywhere near me.
Chapter Seven
Jake
“Cheers,” I say, handing Toby a beer, then make my way back into the kitchen. Picking up my bottle, I take a sip of the cool liquid. It hits the spot.
I earned this today. Toby, Sasha and I spent the day setting up the gazebo, hanging decorations and making sure there’s enough food and drink for tonight’s party.
It wasn’t an easy task; especially when Lemon, their playful puppy and Henry, their menace of a cat both decided that any paper decorations were toys for them to play with. Sasha ended up needing to go out to the store to buy more.