Page 9 of Double Trouble
“Good, am I right?” he said, his gaze not shifting.
I bit down, letting the sweet thickness invade my palate before declaring, “Delicious.”
“More delicious?” Jake said, his eyes issuing a challenge to mine.
I paused. Beside me, Owen had stiffened, his eyes holding their own challenge now. Yes, there was a question behind Jake’s question, one that went far deeper than which wing topping I preferred. One that I was still unsure of.
“Back in a minute,” Owen said, getting up and heading off to the bathroom.
“Score,” Jake said.
He wasted no time in getting up and coming over to sit beside me. Unlike Owen, he left no space between our bodies. His heat pressed through his clothes, clutched at me.
“Been wanting to get a few moments alone with you all meal.”
“Oh yeah?” was all I could say. Feigning nonchalance right now was the best I could do. Jake had to know the effect he had on women, and I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how wet my panties were right now.
Under the table, his hand went to my jean-covered thigh. I stifled a gasp, although I was grateful for the cover of the tablecloth. Holding my face forward so that I wouldn’t give into looking at him no longer seemed possible.
As my face slowly, painstakingly turned to face his, I said, “Jake.”
“You’re right,” he said, his breath inching toward my mouth. “Too forward.”
Before I knew what was happening, his lips were meeting mine and all further thought stalled. All there was were the demand of those firm lips, giving and taking. His tongue parted the seam of my lips and flowed in easily. His fingertips were kissing the top of my thigh, drawing designs, making my mouth gasp kisses into his.
When he pulled away, I was practically panting.
“Enjoying yourselves?”
At the sound of Owen’s forced jokey tone, I felt like sinking under the table and never getting up again.
“It’s fine,” he said, sitting down. “This way I have all the food to myself.”
My mind struggled dully to find something to say, but Jake wasn’t making it easy for me. His hand hadn’t moved from my thigh and, still blocked by the tablecloth, was stroking its way higher and higher, kneading my flesh deeper and deeper.
All of me felt like one inevitable onward pulse. I was so horny, part of me wanted to feel the slick seat below me to ensure I wasn’t going to leave a wet spot when I got up. But, under the hypnotizing effect of Jake’s skillful fingers, my thoughts glazed as much as my vision did.
As Jake’s fingers climbed higher, up to my pussy, only divided by two layers now, Owen coughed and I broke free. Sliding over, I gaped at him.
“Sorry, I-” I stammered. I stood up. “I should be going. It’s late.”
Owen glanced at his Rolex. “Guess 9:30 is late for a nurse.”
Jake wasn’t so easily convinced. “So soon? We didn’t even order any entrees.”
“I’m not hungry anymore,” I said, determined to keep my gaze on anywhere but him.
“Let us drive you home at least,” Jake said, rising.
I shook my head firmly. “No, I’d rather just call a taxi, thanks. But thank you, both of you. The dinner was very generous.”
Jake rose, his jaw tensed. “You’re just going to leave like this?”
I lifted my chin so my gaze finally met his once more. “Yes, I am.”
As I walked out of the restaurant, I regretted my choice already. But it was too late – my impulsiveness had gotten me this far and I wasn’t about to back down now.
It was only once I was in the familiarity of my apartment that I let self-doubt creep in. Why had I had to freak out like that? It wasn’t like Jake did anything I hadn’t wanted him to. Sinking onto my couch, a sigh fell from my lips.
That was precisely the problem – just how much I had wanted for Jake to kiss me and touch me and keep on touching me once he started. Before, being in the twins’ presence had hinted at an attraction I hadn’t felt for years. But the molten reality of that kiss – there was no doubting it. I really liked Jake. And it terrified me.
I went over to my room, to the closet where I kept it. Taking down the box from the shelf was easy, the framed picture of us was the only thing in it. With the picture in my hands, I went over to my bed and collapsed onto it.
The couple in the picture looked happy. The kind of happy that hurt to look at if you hadn’t felt it for a while. Their arms were around one another, their eyes were lit up with true love. They had no idea of the accident that would come in just two months.
