Imperfect Love (19 page)

So intent was she on matching him stroke for stroke, she never felt his hand move down to the button on her shorts.

Looking into her eyes, he undid the button, grabbed either side of her shorts and pulled them down as gently as he could. Even though Holly felt like she was in another dimension, she helped him by wiggling her hips. Unfortunately, she was still sensitive to touch. But, she wanted Jake more than what her body ached from the bruises so bit her tongue to stop herself from making any sound, even if it meant she’d bite right through it. No way in hell did she want him to stop.

By now, they were both too far gone to even contemplate foreplay. In unison, both had a good go at removing the rest of their clothes; almost like they were competing to see who’d be naked first. As soon as Holly discarded her underwear, Jake shoved her onto her back, taking care not to hurt her, slid up her body, spread her legs with his and guided his straining shaft to her eagerly awaiting and beyond wet entrance.

Holly couldn’t stand to wait a second longer and decided to take matters into her own hands. She gripped his ass and squeezed.

Jake got the message, loud and clear. He rubbed her mound with the tip of his shaft, up and down, circling her clit over and over, before he guided it down once again, this time ramming it to the hilt; again and again, and again. The feelings Jake was invoking in her were out of this world, so magnificent, the hairs on her face stood on end.

Had Holly been able to curl her toes any further, they would have surely broken off. This was exactly what she’d been hoping for the second she’d opened her eyes that morning.

Whimpering, she flung her head from side to side, not able to remember the last time she’d acted this wanton—it seemed to fuel Jake even further. He leaned slightly back and without breaking contact, grabbed her ankles from around his hips and threw them over his shoulders. His hands slid down her legs until he’d gotten a firm hold around her thighs, crossing his arms over them. Their position now was hotter than hell, primal, guttural and raw. Jake pumped harder, deeper and with such force, Holly’s head slammed into the headboard on occasion. Not that she felt anything, really. She was in Nirvana. Totally and absolutely.

All too soon, that familiar feeling started to build up at the pit of her stomach, increasing to a fever pitch she wasn’t going to be able to control anymore. Hanging on for dear life, she dug her nails into Jake’s back.

Growling, he pumped harder and harder.

“Jake… don’t stop. Oh. Fuck!” She couldn’t believe how much of a wildcat she turned into every time he was inside her.

Her orgasm was nearing its peak and she knew she’d lose control soon. She rammed her pelvis into his and that was all it took. Holly’s entire body convulsed into spasms and shivers as the best orgasm she’d ever had to date ripped through her very soul. Whimpering as the last of the aftershocks rippled through her, she collapsed like a rag doll.

Jake bent over her, rubbing his nose on hers tenderly. “I take it you liked that?” he asked in a seductive tone.

Forcing her eyelids open, she grinned. “The screaming and the scratching not enough evidence that I did? Jake. Pay attention. That was pure, out of this world, pleasure.”

His canines appeared when his lips spread into the hugest, sexiest grin. This only made Holly groan. She wanted him again and made no bones about it.

Inhibitions had no place in that bed. When she reached her third orgasm, she decided it was Jake’s turn. Taking charge, she rolled him onto his back and climbed on top, in the exact same position as the night before. And then, as if her life depended on it, Holly rode him like a mechanical bull, not that she’d ever been on one before.

This time, though, it was different. Noises were coming from Jake she never knew a man could make, turning her on even more if that was even possible, and it wasn’t long before he gained control of her movements.

When Holly orgasamed, so did Jake—so strongly, he ejaculated time after time until he, too, collapsed, completely spent. His breathing was ragged, and sweat had beaded on his forehead. Watching him, Holly couldn’t help but feel good in knowing that she’d done that to him again.

Jake didn’t pull out this time, however, but wrapped his arms around her back and held her tight. As they lay side by side, noses almost touching, Holly could still feel his body shivering slightly.

Breathing deeply, Jake made eye contact. And then grinning he said, “What the hell you are doing to me, woman?”

“Now, Jake. If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” she retorted, in such a serious manner, they both burst out laughing.

THE FOLLOWING MONTH FLEW BY FAST. HOLLY spoke to Jake every day, but hated the fact that she only got to see him on weekends, which always ended up turning into lengthy fucking sessions. They could not get enough of one another. One thing she had never thought would happen to her was the fact that she was so open to trying new things sexually.

Amelia had started calling her about once or twice a week, just to chat. Holly really liked Amelia, and for some reason reminded her of her twin, Jamie. She’d had the same kind of personality as Amelia’s and they got on like a house on fire. It was as if she had suddenly gotten her sister back.

Holly’s greatest fear was that if her relationship with Jake didn’t last, she would not only lose the him—the man of her dreams—but she would lose his sister, too. There was a lot at stake, but deep down she knew that Jake Peters was worth it.

They lay in bed that night, both out of breath and exhausted, but not the sleeping kind of exhausted. This exhaustion was different. Holly didn’t want to go to bed early; her time with him was already frustratingly limited.

He brushed a loose curl from her face gently. “Holly, my mom really wants to meet you. She asked if you’d like to join us for our Sunday lunch.”

Holly’s eyes grew somewhat bigger. “I can’t Jake, it’s your family time.”

“So, it’s the perfect time to meet everyone, then. I mean, you haven’t even met Robin for crying out loud and she lives with me.”

Holly laughed, but sighed all the same.

“I promise not to leave your side. Not for one second.”

She looked at him and swallowed, hard. “Fine, but I’m telling you, she won’t like me.”

“She will love you.”

“We’ll see.” She gnawed at her bottom lip.
Damn it!
He’d known just what to say to get her to change her mind.

They left for Jake’s parents’ house at around eleven on Sunday morning. When Jake pulled up in front of two huge gates adorned with twirls and curls embedded in the metal, Holly’s heart stopped for a second.

He squeezed her hand, and then leaned out the window to press a button. A woman’s voice, the one she’d heard in the elevator at P&E, answered.

“It’s me,” Jake announced.

“Just you?”

“No. Holly’s here, too.”

A shriek emanated from the background—Amelia—and Holly laughed softly as the gates opened. She gasped when a huge, double story Victorian mansion with six garages appeared majestically in front of her. A gorgeous water feature with a cherub in its center stood in the middle of the courtyard. Holly’s heart started to take on a life of its own, it beat so fast and loud she could have sworn Jake was able to hear it.

“They are human, I promise,” Jake said, reading her mind.

All he got was a grin Holly was trying desperately to hang on to. But, her posture relaxed a tiny bit.

Jake, like the true gentleman he was, opened the door for her and helped her out. He kept a hold on her hand, softly squeezing it in assurance.

Her mom used to say that a woman’s match could be detected just from the first touch of a hand. If they fit perfectly and you felt safe, you’d found your soul mate. If Holly felt one thing, it was that nothing could hurt her while Jake held her hand. They fitted perfectly, and she prayed her mother was spot on in this regard.

Nearing the front door, they climbed up six marble steps and came to a halt. Jake glanced at her face, and upon seeing her expression scrunched up his nose. It was another feature of his that made Holly’s legs wobble.

“Deep breaths. You know what? You don’t give yourself enough credit. Trust me, you’ll bedazzle them.”

Holly smiled, and inhaling deeply looked at Jake and nodded.

Jake turned the brass knob and they entered the sprawling mansion. The inside of the ‘house’ was even more beautiful than the outside, if that was even possible. The first thing she noticed was a huge entrance with stairs that descended into a huge living room. Little cars and toys lay sprawled on the carpet, and huge, soft brown couches with matching curtains made her feel welcome.

A very intricate chandelier hung from the ceiling, and a huge fireplace took up on corner of the room. A thick, luscious carpet, which when she stepped on made her pumps disappear, softened the entire lounge area.

Against another wall, a huge wall cabinet with a big screen TV stood regally. And as far as the windows went, they were as tall as the wall, as were the sliding doors that opened onto an outside patio. As she gazed out, she could see people sitting around a long glass table, one that had already been set.

“Jakey!” A young boy, who resembled a much younger Jake, ran into Jake’s arms.

“Hey, Ben. How are you doing, kiddo? This is Holly.”

The boy lowered his gaze and his face turned red. “Hi,” he greeted shyly.

“Hey. So, you are the famous Ben 10, huh?”

He squealed with laughter, making Jake chuckle and knuckle rub the top of his head before putting him back down.

Holly couldn’t believe that he was only five. He could very well have been Jake’s, and his mom and dad had decided that they would raise the kid on his behalf. He was Jake’s spitting image; thick, dark hair and dimples that dented deep into his cheeks. The only difference between them was that he had bright blue eyes, where Jake’s were ice-green.

Ben ran off ahead of them. They followed suit, continuing through another area with numerous pictures of the entire family hanging on the walls. It led to a beautiful kitchen with an island in the middle. All countertops were made of granite, and the appliances were all silver and black. Above the island, pots and pans hung in varying heights.

Out of nowhere, a shout rang out, making Holly laugh. “Mommy, Jake is here with Holly!”

They walked out onto the patio, turned left, walked up a few steps, and when they reached the landing her heart started to bounce even faster as the huge table occupied by Jake’s family came into sight.

“You forgot to tell your mom that Holly’s super gorgeous,” Jake said.

Holly lowered her head, shaking it from side to side, embarrassed by his compliment.
Your best manners, Holly. You only get one chance to make a first impression
, her mother’s voice suddenly jumped into her head.

She was confused as to why it was in her mother’s voice, since she hadn’t gotten that advice from her mom.

“Hey, everyone. This is Holly.” Jake tugged her forward from behind him so that she was visible for everyone to see. Right at that moment, Holly was glad she’d decided to wear a summer cotton dress and not a pair of shorts like she always did.

“Hey, Holls. Finally!” Amelia got up and gave her a hug.

“Jake, I taught you better manners. Introduce her properly.” Jake’s mom sounded stern, and she didn’t get up.

Laughter and chuckles came from everyone around the table. Jake, however, had a huge grin adorning his face as he looked at his mom.

“Holly, this is my dear mother, Mara.”

“Don’t push your luck, Jake.” She looked at him sternly.

Winking at Holly, he cocked his head to the side.

She cleared her throat and offered Mara her hand. To Holly’s surprise, she shook it and began to smile. Mara had the bright blue eyes and long, golden blond hair that three of her children shared.

“Nice to finally meet you, Holly.”

“Likewise, Mrs. Peters.” Holly’s voice broke and everyone laughed again.

“You see? No fangs, she’s human.”

“Oh, shut up,” Holly mouthed, earning her chuckles from everyone.

“And this distinguished gentleman is my dad, Gus,” he introduced. This earned Jake a slap on the back.

Holly could see that Jake wasn’t exactly doing cartwheels during the introductions, but she felt better knowing that he was trying to make it memorable for her.

“Nice to meet you, Holly. Welcome to our home.” Much like Jake, he winked at her, which only served to make her blush all over again.

She shook the hand he offered and smiled. Gus had dark hair, lined with gray highlights, and Jake’s eyes; much friendlier ones than his mother’s. His smile was identical to Jake’s.

Robin was next, as she’d already met Amelia and Armand. Robin was the spitting image of her mother, same hair and eyes. Still, she was stunning and would make any medical student’s heart beat that little bit faster.

“I’m with Amelia. Finally.” She got up and gave Holly a hug, too. “It’s about time I meet you. You guys always leave so early in the mornings.”

Holly’s eyes rose, and Robin laughed. She didn’t dare look Mara’s way.

“What? It’s over weekends,” he grunted, to whom Holly assumed was his mother.

“I didn’t say a thing.”

“You didn’t have to with that glare. Besides, I’m twenty-seven years old. Really, Mom, it’s time you let me off your boob.”

He didn’t just say that!
Holly was mortified. But she soon realized that however stern he had made his mother out to be—and Holly was sure that Mara was just that in certain situations—they obviously had a wonderful relationship. She was thankful, nevertheless, that their exchange was humorous. She was feeling more and more at ease in their presence.

The other two introductions were fairly easy, as one was in her teens, Lisa, who was too busy playing a game on her phone to pay much attention either way. It was only when Mara grabbed the device out of her hands that she noticed Holly and Jake.

“Oh, hi,” she greeted, flashing a beautiful smile.

The other was Kimmy, who ran over to Holly and gave her a hug. She was eight and a beautiful golden blond haired, blue-eyed girl.

Finally, Jake and Holly were able to join the rest of the family at the table and took their seats, which happened to be next to Amelia and opposite Mara. Jake sat close to his father.

Lunch was served, but before anyone could dig in, Gus said a prayer.

“Dear God, thank you for this beautiful day, and for the food we are about to eat. Bless the hands that lovingly put this meal together. And thank you, God, for finally giving Holly the strength to meet our family.”

Holly nearly snorted, she was trying that hard to suppress her laughter. It didn’t help matters that she could feel Jake shaking with his own dose of humor beside her.

All the while, Gus continued with the prayer, asking God to open Holly’s heart to his family, to accept them as they were—faults and all—and to please not allow Holly to break poor Jake’s heart because of his wretched wife, who wouldn’t let him off her boob. “Amen,” he ended in a serious tone.

Tears rolled down Amelia’s face as she laughed at her father’s prayer.

Holly couldn’t contain herself any longer, either, although she tried to hide it behind her napkin.

Jake’s shoulders shook erratically, but his attempt at covering anything up was hilarious. He’d shoved his head under the table cloth as if he’d dropped something. Holly was surprised he hadn’t fallen right off his chair.

As for Mara, she just gave Gus a stern look. “I’m not wretched, and Jake is
so
not on my boob anymore.”