LOGIN"Dr.. drake..." I stuttered, his name barely leaving my lips as I tried to piece together what he was doing in front of my door or how he got here. I thought he was still at school, taking those final laps for his training. Had the rain chased him home? Even if it had, he should have been in his own room, drying off, instead of standing here, looming like a shadow against my doorframe.
"What are you doing here?" I had to ask. Seriously, he was
"Dr.. drake..." I stuttered, his name barely leaving my lips as I tried to piece together what he was doing in front of my door or how he got here. I thought he was still at school, taking those final laps for his training. Had the rain chased him home? Even if it had, he should have been in his own room, drying off, instead of standing here, looming like a shadow against my doorframe."What are you doing here?" I had to ask. Seriously, he was the last person I wanted to see right now. Not after the way he’d acted toward Brendan in the sports room earlier today. My nerves were already fried from Jake’s hot-and-cold routine in the car, and Drake’s presence was like throwing a match into a room full of gasoline."Can we talk?" he asked. My eyes dropped to his clothes. They were soaked through, clinging to his athletic frame and dripping onto the carpet."In your wet clothes? Yo
"Why, you don't want me to have a kid with your mom?" He asked, his voice steady as if he were discussing the weather. I sat up immediately, the leather sticking to my damp skin, and shot him a deep frown."Really? Are you seriously thinking of having a kid with my mom when we... we... are into each other? I mean, we clearly are!" I felt the heat of frustration rising in my chest. He had to be kidding me if he was actually giving that a thought after what we just did."Your mom is my wife and she wants a child," he said, adjusting his position. "It's high time we have one, you know. That is going to make her happy."I snorted, leaning back against the passenger door. I couldn't believe Jake was trying to be considerate of my mom's feelings right now. We had just had mad sex in this car; the rain was still pattering against the roof, the windows were still fogged with our breath, and he was lec
He brushed his hands into my hair, looking down at me, "You did so well my girl..."I still rested in between his legs, looking up at him. I moved my head in a steady, rhythmic trance, my throat aching as I took him deep, determined to see just how much of that iron-clad composure I could shatter.Jake’s breath was coming in ragged, broken hitches. His hands were buried in my hair, not pulling, but anchored there as if I were the only thing keeping him from floating away. "Yuna... god, Yuna," he groaned, his voice a low vibration I could feel against my tongue. His hips gave a sudden, violent jerk, and I felt the muscles in his thighs go rigid against the seat.He didn't pull away. He bucked into my mouth one last time with a soul-deep cry, and I felt him come, hot, heavy, and thick. I didn't flinch. I swallowed every bit of him, my eyes locked on his flushed, sweating face as he collapsed back
"Huh?"The sound escaped me, small and disjointed. I was looking at him, really looking at him, and the man I saw wasn't the one who sat at the head of the dinner table or someone who teased me all day, or helped me with my poses at the shoot, massaged my legs or spoke so bad about mom. This was someone else. His eyes were dark, almost black, the pupils blown wide, it looks like I'm getting to discover every new Jake in every new moment."I want to feel you doing that to me again..." Jake said. His voice wasn't smooth anymore; it was a low-frequency growl that seemed to vibrate through the steering wheel and straight into my skin."Didn't you say we have somewhere to be?" I whispered. It was a weak protest, a thin line of defense that he snapped without even trying."I have been like this since we left school," he confessed, and the raw honesty of it hit me harder than any t
"It just feels like something is missing. Did your father say something that felt like blackmail towards Jake? Like he’s trying to make up for it by being nice to you?"I furrowed my brows in genuine confusion, the water bottle cold in my hand. "I don’t understand."Mom looked at me for a long beat, her eyes searching mine. Then, she released a small, tight smile that didn't reach her eyes."Drink up so we can head home," she said, turning on her heel and leading the way out of the dressing room. I stared at the closed door for a moment, trying to piece together what she meant.I tidied my hair, smoothed out my clothes, and went outside to join them. Just as I reac
The sound of my fall was muffled by the sudden rush of air, but before I could even hit the ground, he was there. He caught me just before my knees slammed into the concrete, his strong arms hooking under my armpits and pulling me against the solid wall of his chest."Are you okay, Yuna?" he asked, his voice thick with a raw, jagged concern that he couldn't quite hide. He was breathing hard, his hands trembling slightly as they gripped my shoulders.I was okay, as long as he didn't kiss my mother right in front of me. I was okay as long as he stayed right here, as long as his hands were on me and not her. I didn't want him touching her lips with the same mouth that had whispered such ruinous things into my ear only an hour ago."Aubrey! Oh my god,







