I look around, but the coast is clear. Is this really happening?
Then he pulls me back down into a kiss. I moan into his mouth and his hands explore under my dress. His kiss is more desperate now and his hands move to pull down the top of my dress and then I’m out of my bra as well.
His hands explore my breasts. I’m already on the edge of an orgasm when his hands make their way back under my dress and guide me onto him.
He enters me, filling me completely. No guy I ever dated was as big as Jake. I orgasm the first time he thrusts. He rides me gently until it subsides and then he picks up the pace urgently, desperately.
Until the two of us are screaming and coming at the same time. Like I always imagined that it could be.
Chapter 24
Angie
The next morning I wake and stretch. I slept like I haven't in weeks. The air smells cleaner, the birds are singing, and I finally got that whole Jake monkey off of my back. Life is beautiful.
Even the broken coffee maker, which I keep forgetting to fix, isn't going to bother me this morning. I go to Ocean Wave, hum as I wait in line, and finally make it to the front where a tattooed guy with spiky short hair and a nose plug does a double take when he sees me.
"What?" I ask. I mean, I'm feeling surprisingly good this morning, maybe I'm the three thousandth customer and I've won a vacation in Hawaii or something.
"You're the girl with the football player." He says it like a statement.
"Nope," I say, "not me."
"No, I recognize you. You two were a thing, right? And now you're back together?" He slides the coffee over to me.
For the first time this morning I'm a little annoyed, but I know the coffee will help. He's still eyeing me after having glanced down at his phone.
"Fine, it's me in the picture, but we're not back together." Maybe we are. I don’t know, really. Jake and I have a history of not knowing what the hell we are.
His eyes get wide and a few nearby patrons start to look in our direction. I've got to get out of here. I dig in my purse for my credit card. Yes, it's gotten to the point where I have to put fancy coffee on a credit card. But things are starting to turn around.
Tattoo guy shakes his head. "It's on the house."
I nod gratefully and pull two crumpled dollars that are sticking up at the top of the jumbled mess that is my purse and put them in the tip jar.
It's not enough cash for the coffee, but at least it's going directly to the barista. A friendly wave later, and I'm rushing out of Ocean Wave wondering if there's going to be any safe place in this town for me now that the pictures of Jake and I are on the internet.
That's the concept that I'm mulling over in my head when I pass the billboard. I screech my car to a stop, lucky that I wasn't being followed too closely. Somehow, in the craziness that has been the hurricane that is my life since Jake got back into town, I completely forgot about the billboard.
I pull over to the side of the road and stare up at the monstrosity that is Jake and I, sitting way too close together on the couch, a puppy in each of our laps.
Judging by the oversized smiles on our faces, we're about to put the puppies down and start making out. Or maybe that's only my imagination. Or it could be that this billboard coupled with the internet photos is why the town thinks we're back together.
I have to hand it to Cara, she picked a first-rate photographer. This billboard is very impressive and I have no doubt it's a big part of the reason the crowds are coming into my vet shop instead of Animal Universe Incorporated.
Football sells in this little town. Always has, and always will. Well, there's nothing I can do about it now, and since I agreed to let him help me to save his career, I'd better get used to it.
Inhaling the heavenly aroma that has filled my car from the latte, I muse as I take another sip.
I pull into a parking space, heavenly latte in hand, and look over the busy parking lot of my vet office. Whatever Jake is and isn't, it's helping. And it's thanks to all of the new business he has brought in that I sip my fancy coffee in triumph.
Then I head inside. Mia is already getting things ready at check-in.
"Morning, boss," she smirks, "glad you and Jake are back together."
"We're not together." I correct gently, trying to keep it together.
She shoots me a look and then glances down at her phone and then clears her throat at me.
I stop her. "Look, I don't care what the stupid internet says. I'm telling you the truth. We're not back together."
"Alright, boss," she says in a sing-songy tone that indicates she doesn't believe a word I'm saying. But it doesn't matter as she crosses the room to let in the first customers of the day.
A bark sounds as the door opens and people file into the room. It brings a smile to my face. And then Jake walks in and my smile disappears. Maybe I misunderstood. All of it.
When he said he wanted to be more involved in helping my clinic last night, I thought he meant contacting Cara and setting up more meet and greets or whatever it is marketing gurus come up with these days.
Not crashing in on my morning. Then again, he did threaten to see me in the morning last night, and I guess he might have changed since here he is following through with something. Who knew?
Jake greets the customers
