Something Wicked This Way Comes, Volume 2

“Jake,” she gasped, “stop teasing me.” He was making her delirious—giving her enough to become painfully aroused, but not enough to find release.

He flicked harder at her clit. “Tell me what you want, baby.” And a little bit faster. “Tell me.”

“Suck it,” she throatily begged. “Please.”

He continued flicking at her clit, toying with her.

She began having delirious thoughts that revolved around somehow forcing him to suck, but her mind was nearly mush and she couldn’t form any coherent words let alone plans of action. Just when Robyn decided she couldn’t take the torture anymore, Jake finally, thankfully, went in for the kill.

Robyn’s hips involuntarily bucked up as he drew her clit determinedly into his mouth. He sucked on her firmly, exactly the way he knew she loved, extracting moan after euphoric moan from her.

“Just like that,” she panted, wrapping her legs around his neck. He sucked on her harder, making little “mmm” sounds that drove her wild. “Oh yes—oh God yes.” Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillows. She used her legs to pull him tighter against her, grinding her pussy into his mouth. A growl erupted from his throat, the sound territorial and primal. She resisted coming, trying to stave off her orgasm even as the sensual knot in her belly tightened. His growl deepened, became more guttural, as if demanding she give him what he wanted.

She was coming and there was no stopping it. The tense coil in her belly exploded.

“Jaaaaake,” she moaned, her entire body convulsing as she popped. She came long and loudly. “Oh. My. God. Oh. My— Jaaaake!”

Blood rushed to Robyn’s face, heating it. Her nipples jutted up so stiffly they ached. Her clit was so sensitive she couldn’t stand it, yet he kept sucking as though he’d never let go. He forced a second, more powerful orgasm on her, causing her to all but rear off the bed as she screamed out his name. A feeling of immeasurable pleasure mingled with pain tore through her body, the sounds coming from her akin to those of a wounded animal.

“You’re killing me,” Robyn panted, half delirious. “Oh my God, Jake—”

And then he was fucking her, thrusting into her hard, forcing her sensitized body to come as many times as he wanted. He moaned as he rode her, his hips rocketing back and forth as he pummeled her drenched pussy with his cock. He had come not even thirty minutes ago so she knew this round would last a while. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she gluttonously reveled in every thrust he had to give.

Jake palmed her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he rode her. By the time they came together, both of them groaning in pleasure, Robyn was so tired that she knew sleep was inevitable.

He rolled off her, his breathing labored. She snuggled up against him, warm and safe in his arms, and fell into a happy slumber.

* * *

Robyn wasn’t certain how long they slept, but she awoke to find Jake staring down at her. She smiled softly up to him, more content than she had ever been in her life.

His gaze, usually gratified after they made love, looked troubled. Her smile slowly faded as worry set in. “Jake?” she whispered. “Is something wrong?”

He remained silent, causing Robyn’s alarm to grow. She tried to sit up, but he easily nudged her back down with his heavily muscled body. “Jake, talk to me. You’re freaking me out here.”

The silence continued for a long moment. She began feeling quite vulnerable, but refused to show it. And then finally, after what felt an eternity, the silence was broken with Jake’s sigh. She raised an eyebrow, asking him without words to confide in her.

You better not even think of leaving me, Jake Chamberlin. You did everything you could to make me fall for you! Now that you’ve got me, you damn sure better not—

“Are you still wanting to give up on us?” Jake asked, his voice flat. “Because I know I can’t force you to keep me around, no matter how much I wish otherwise.”

Robyn’s eyes slowly widened. He was still thinking about that even after she’d fully given herself to him these past three days? She blinked. Robyn DiMarco didn’t sleep with just anyone. She shook her head a little, deciding that his previous girlfriends must have been nothing like her.

“Do you know something, Jake?” Robyn asked.

He hesitated, as if uncertain he wanted to hear her answer. “What?”

“I’ve been on more dates than I can count. Men ask me out all the time—”

“I don’t think I want to hear this,” he angrily cut in.

“Yet I can easily count how many men I’ve allowed in my bed,” Robyn continued. She reached up and touched his jaw. “That’s an easy tabulation.” Her eyes sparkled. “You would be the second.”

Jake stilled, processing that. His gaze searched her face. “You mean you haven’t slept with anyone since your divorce?”

She shrugged. “My ex…that was a disaster, as you know. So I decided to wait until I fell in love with a man who I was one hundred and ten percent certain was nothing like him.”

A small, barely perceptible half-smile tugged at the corner of Jake’s mouth. “You saying you’re in love with me?” he murmured.

Robyn rolled her eyes good-naturedly and thumped him on his massive chest. “Yes, Simple Simon! That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she laughed. She searched his face, her expression growing serious. “But your world… I can’t thrive in a place like that.”

“That makes two of us,” he sighed.

Her heart soared with hope. “Can you really give that up?” Robyn squeaked. She cleared her throat. “Really?”

Jake smiled—a true, genuine, full-fledged smile.

“There’s nothing to give up, baby,” he admitted. “I would have walked away from that bullshit after my contract expired anyway.” He absently rubbed his jaw, the stubble there so sexy to her. “The only two people from that life I want to keep around are my mom and Tyrone—they never fit in any better than I did anyway.”

Robyn smiled. “I’m extremely fond of both of them.”

“They feel the same way about you.” Jake gave her an affectionate squeeze. “With or without you, I’m walking, baby girl,” he murmured. “I just hope it’s with your sexy ass.”

I am so in love with this man! “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” Robyn promised, her heart soaring somewhere far above cloud nine.

Jake smiled—again! “I think you got a thing for Rainmen,” he teased.

She grinned. “Nah. Only for my Rainman.”

Epilogue

Six months later

Jake smiled as he watched his new bride dance the Tarantella Napoletana with Nicky and her father. He decided to let her enjoy it because it was the last time she’d be dancing for about seven months. They had found out only yesterday, the night before their wedding, that Robyn was pregnant. To say they were ecstatic would be the world’s greatest understatement.

He was going to be a father and he had just become a husband. Jake felt like the luckiest man alive. No Super Bowl ring came close to the ring he now wore on his finger. The world he’d gladly left behind was all smoke and mirrors, but Robyn was very real and now completely his.

His wife smiled at him as she danced. Fuck, but he had never thought he could be this happy! Even his mom seemed livelier yet more serene now that they’d officially moved out of the Upper East Side and into the Mulberry Street building. She lived in an apartment across from Robyn’s parents because, as Maria DiMarco said, “Eileen is one of us now.”

His gaze flicked over to the two mothers in question. They were embroiled in conversation as Maria herded his mom over toward a table of drinking DiMarco men. Jake couldn’t make out everything Maria was saying, but he heard the words “Uncle Vito” and “Band-Aid” as they passed by. He grinned.

To the rest of the world, Little Italy was famous for food, wine, festivals and, yeah, the mafia. To Jake