Page 70 of Work It Out
Rayah smiled. That was more than she could’ve hoped for from him. Blaine returned it with a wink.
“Thanks, man.”
Blaine stopped him with a hand on the center of Jake’s chest. “Remember what I told you.”
“Right.” Jake nodded solemnly. “Death by small intestine–inflicted asphyxiation. Got it.”
Pierce, Jared, Nate, and Grace swiveled as one. As Blaine walked away, Pierce whispered, “Dude, you do realize he probably knows how to do that, right?”
He totally knew how to do that.
Jake shrugged, settled in beside her, and slid his arm around her shoulders. “I’m sure he does, but I’m not worried. He’s only going to play with my innards if I hurt Rayah, and I have no intention of doing that.”
“Christopher!”
He chortled and held up his free hand. “Sorry, Granny!”
Eyes narrowed, Jean surveyed their little group. “Hush.”
“Yes, ma’am,” all four boys replied in perfect sync.
“She has got to teach me that,” Grace murmured.
“Grace Paterson and…” Quin dug through the barrel for another name. Grace went rigid. Quin held up a slip and smiled. “Blaine Dawson.”
“Aaaand I’m outta here.” Grace stood. Leaving before all the names were called was rude, but Rayah was impressed Grace had lasted as long as she had. Where had Blaine gone? She scanned the food tables, but he wasn’t there.
“He left,” Jake murmured against her ear, sending goose bumps racing over her skin. “Don’t worry. Should be over soon. Then we can go home, too.” She shouldn’t like the way he said that, as if her home was his home. It was, but only for the moment. Soon, much too soon, he’d leave, and it’d be her home again.
It sounded atrocious. And lonely.
More pairs were called, but Rayah struggled to focus on the lottery. Jake left his plate on her lap but snagged a chip every now and then. The occasional featherlight pressure on her thighs drove her to distraction. And he knew it, the big jerk. When he finally reached for his burger, she slid the plate to his lap. “Wouldn’t want you to get mayo on your jeans,” she said sweetly when he gave her a wickedly knowing smile.
“Uh-huh,” was all he said before shifting his focus to the burger in his hands. “Hey, baby,” he whispered in a sultry voice. “This is going to be quick. It’s been way too long.” Then he wrapped those beautiful lips around the sandwich and took a huge bite.
She started to laugh—because, seriously, he was making out with his food—until he groaned. The sound was low, something no one else would hear over the chatter around them, and it went straight to her pussy. Squirming, lots of squirming. Rayah had never thought of herself as a particularly sexual being, but sex was all she could think about when Jake sat so close. The heat rolling off his body and the moans emanating from deep in his chest were her entire world.
Was he actually moaning about the burger, or was he imagining it was something else between his lips? She wouldn’t put it past him. His mind was so much filthier than hers. Except, maybe it wasn’t. Maybe she was worse. What if she was the only one thinking about him getting his mouth on her?
She groaned. He’d turned her into a pervert.
“Something wrong, cupcake?”
Oh, something was wrong all right. She heard the laughter in his voice. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, so she didn’t deign to answer him.
The burger was only half gone, but he swiped the napkin she’d draped over her lap and wiped his fingers one by one, then his lips. When he was all clean, he brushed her hair behind her, his fingers whispering along her collarbone, across the rise of her shoulder. He drifted closer, until his lips feathered over the shell of her ear as he spoke. “You’ll taste better.”
She almost choked on her own drool. “What?”
His stubble tickled her jaw. “That’s what you were thinking, wasn’t it? You were wondering what other flavors make me moan.” He nipped her lobe, tightening her whole body. “It’s a good burger, but I told you, I’m dying for something sweet. And you, Rayah, will taste so, so sweet.”
Something ran a slow line up the column of her throat. His tongue.
Why was the heat set so high in this place? And how the hell was she shivering?
Jake pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek, relaxed against the back of the pew, and went back to his X-rated dinner experience, calm as could be. She wanted to kick him.
“You look flushed,” he said between bites. “Want me to get you something to drink?”
