The Final Chase (Final Love Book 2) (5 page)

Chapter Seven

“Thanks for giving me some space for clothes.” I beamed mischievously. He looked at my face, trying to read my expression.

“I have a feeling things are going to be quite different up there, aren’t they?” He was spot on.

“You can always change your mind.” I fluttered my eyelashes.

“No chance in hell, sweetheart.” He set the table with everything for dinner. It smelled divine.

I walked over to the table just as he was setting down some drinks. If this man was trying to win me over, he was doing a good job of making my stomach Team Wild.  There were alfredo noodles in a big bowl, a yummy looking salad, and garlic bread that was calling my name.

“I didn’t know if you were allergic to shrimp, so I put it on the side.” He set down a smaller bowl full of steamed shrimp next to the pasta.

My stomach growled in anticipation. I quickly sat down and poured myself some of the water with lemon that was set out.

“You really like to make meals, don’t you?” So far he’s gone all out for me with food. I looked up at him, teasing.

“Gotta puff out my chest and show I can provide for my woman.”  I rolled my eyes. Funny guy, that one.

“Looks good,” I commented, as he sat down. Together we loaded up our plates, with shrimp included. I moaned when the noodles hit my tongue.

“Okay, you win. I’ll marry you. Just cook for me every meal of the day.” I stuffed my face like a pot smoker with the munchies. I did not care if I looked like a total cow as I ate the pasta and crunched through the bread.  Pure heaven.

“That was easy,” he commented and smiled as he took some bites. We ate in silence for the rest of the time. Both busy eating. I was beginning to like that little routine. Once we were done, I sat back and took a deep breath. I didn’t come up for air much during dinner.

“So, what exactly will I be doing this week? Cleaning poop? Petting kitties? Playing house bitch?” I was genuinely curious about what I would be doing.  Jake sat back and looked me in the eyes. Yum.

“Just normal stuff. I’ll give you a tour in the morning, introduce you to a couple of the people working here. We’ll feed some animals, clean cages, have lunch, pretty much take care of whatever we need to.” Physical labor. By the end of this week, I was going to be as fit as Rayne. Well, not really, but I was going to have some serious bicep definition going on.

“Alrighty then.” I nodded. I was in, no matter what. Cammy Jennings was no quitter. A whiner? Sure. A little dramatic? Yep. But no quitter. I was down one hundred percent.

“So what now?” I looked around, unsure what to do.

“I have to go back out and take care of a few things, so why don’t you just relax? Do the peeking around I can tell you want to do.” He smirked. Okay, it was weird that he knew so much about me. I was totally dying to look around the house. I was such a creeper. I wanted to search through every nook and cranny of this place. I raised my hands in surrender.

“You got me there. No worries, that clawfoot bathtub of yours is calling my name.” I rubbed my hands together like I was hatching an evil plot.

When I entered his bathroom before dinner, I was stunned to see such a pretty clawfoot bathtub and a large glass encased shower next to it. It was quite luxurious for a ranch- style home.

He simply chuckled and grabbed our cleaned plates, then put them in the sink.

“I’ll clean up. The least I could do.” I stood and started helping put things away. He helped me find the Tupperware and I subtly organized his big fridge. Everything this man had was big. Big ranch home, big shower, big fridge, big…muscles? Yeah, I wanted to say cock. But I was still unsure about that. I thought I felt something when he went all caveman on me at the bar, but I was pretty knackered. As soon as we were done, Jake left to go do whatever Jake does at the rescue, and I made my way upstairs to start winding down for the night.

I turned on the light and stopped. Binksie the giant cat was lying in my open suitcase that I had left on the floor.

“It seems you and I are at an impasse.” I stood tall, not letting him see the nervousness in my eyes. He just looked at me, curiously.

“I’m going to be staying here for the week.” I walked slowly towards him, trying not to freak him out.

“Now as you can probably tell, I’m not a huge animal person, but I promise I won’t bother you, if you won’t eat me at any time during my stay.” As slowly as my burning quads would let me, I crouched down and held out my hand to the beast. I took a deep breath.

“If you’re going to bite me or something, just get it out of the way now so we can move on and be civil.” I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain to occur.

Bump.

My eyes opened to see the cat’s head butting my hand. Cautiously, I put my hand on its head and moved it around. My heart was thumping a mile a minute. This was freaking scary as hell for me, considering my past with animals.

It wasn’t until I heard him start to purr that I felt at ease.

“Huh, maybe you aren’t a vicious creature.” I petted his head and scratched behind his ear. Maybe I made my first little friend here.

“If you keep this up, I’ll have to sneak you some catnip. Then we can really have some fun.” I pulled my hand back and decided to let my new friend hang out in my suitcase. It seemed a little small for him, but hey, that was his choice. I made my way into the bathroom and found my lavender bubble bath that I had the foresight to bring. I turned on the water to my desired temp then added in my bubbles. I watched as they grew into little bubble mountains. Oh yeah, I was going to be submerged in bubble heaven.

I cracked the door so if Binksie wanted to come say hello, he could.  I stripped down and stepped into the sweet euphoria of the water. I covered myself with bubbles, because that’s what you do in a bathtub. You make a bubble bikini, although I probably looked like I was buried under bubbles. I settled in and cleared my mind. A lot was going on this week.

Chapter Eight

I have no clue how long I soaked in the tub. The bubbles still covered me, but there weren’t as many. I was in my own Cammy world of juice boxes and soccer games when the door opened and Jake walked in, shirt halfway over his head.

“Uh, still in here!”  I shrieked, trying to cover my goodies up with as many bubbles as possible.

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just need a shower.” I kid you not, the man just stripped right in front of me. Hot muscles, ass, and definitely not a tiny cock were being paraded in front of me like a damn carrot. Oh Lord, did my nipples perk up, begging to be touched; my pussy ached, and I wiggled a little from it being uncomfortable.

Jake Wild was the man that women’s porn was made of. He turned on the shower and stepped in. Thank the shower gods for clear glass. Totally without shame, I caressed myself as he ran his hands through his brown hair, down his face, and over his unbelievably tongue-fuckable body. Those abs, those arms, those legs, that ass! I wanted to take a bite out of it, like chocolate. More than that, I wanted to ride his face and cock like a cowgirl.

When he turned to wash his back, his eyes connected with mine. I could see desire forming in his gaze. His eyes dipped down and I followed the line of sight. Oops. One nipple was not being hidden by the bubbles.  I looked back at him to see him staring at me like a damn animal about to pounce. God, that was so hot.

Like the squirrel I was, I saw movement below and my attention was directed to his growing cock. Oh dear God. Jumping out of the bathtub like a bat out of hell, I grabbed a towel and ran out of the room. I couldn’t do it.

I wanted nothing more than to jump onto his cock and hold on for dear life, but shit! I was going to stay here for a whole week! I couldn’t let my pink velvet sausage wallet dictate what was happening.  I was a sore sack of poo right now. I was horny as hell, and frustrated. I wanted him, but he couldn’t be my end game. This wasn’t my future.  I dried off and put on some clothes. I was determined to act like nothing happened. Yeah, I was a wuss.

When Jake finally exited the shower, I was down in the living room trying to figure out his TV set.  It wasn’t anything fancy, but he only had one remote and I didn’t know what the settings were.

“How do you work this thing?” I growled as he came down the stairs. I was too ashamed to look him in the face, so I just stared at the remote. His big hands gently took the remote from my hands and I watched as he pressed a button to the side and the TV turned on. Okay, then.

“Sweetheart.” His voice was soft, and was beckoning me to look at him. I didn’t. I looked at the TV, but then his fingers gently lifted my chin so I had to face him.  The whole bathroom scene flooded my mind. His eyes on me. My fingers on my clit. His cock growing at the sight of my nipple.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” he asked.

“I want to kiss you,” I blurted out softly, and then added what scared me.

“But I’m afraid I’ll like it if I do. It won’t work between us.”

“Stop thinking,” he murmured, as his face inched closer to mine.

I stopped talking and cleared my head. I waited for our mouths to connect. My eyes drifted to his lips, then back to his eyes. He was waiting for me, letting me get used to the idea of our lips melding. Despite my reservations about lighting this fire, I wanted to kiss him. I wanted that first kiss with him. I believed first kisses were everything. An undeniable clashing of two souls caught in a wave of passion. A tsunami that overtakes the heart and ignites the body. It is a timeless moment in the throes of love.

Closing my eyes, I leaned in and softly pressed my lips to his. Immediately, I felt something I’d never experienced. My heart raced, tingles raced through my veins, and stars exploded behind my eyes. We hadn’t even moved from just our lips meeting, and I wanted to grip him hard, run my hands through his hair, then throw him on the couch and have my naughty way with him. But, I also wanted this moment to last. I knew my head would catch up soon and scream at me to end this.

I pulled back slightly, only to connect us again. This time we moved against each other’s mouths. Teasing. His teeth gently nipped at my lower lip. Wanting to explore more, I opened for him and our tongues danced in sync. His hands gently cupped the back of my head, keeping me close. My hands clenched his shirt, wanting the exact thing. To be close, to never let this moment end. But it did.

Binksie chose that moment to rub up against us annoyingly. I pulled back and came to a decision.

“All right, kitten. You win. I’m yours for the week. I’ll try not to over think things, although I won’t make any promises.” I took a step out of his arms and looked him in those pretty blue eyes. I was a nut for making this deal in the first place, so I guess I was going full loon and embracing the dark side.

“One week,” he huffed.

“You might want to relax for the rest of the night. Busy day tomorrow.” He set the remote down on the couch and walked off into the kitchen. I sagged onto the cushions as Binksie rubbed up against my legs. Little pussy blocker.

He walked back into the room a few minutes later looking cool as a cucumber, unlike me. My head was all over the place.

“Naughty little animal, aren’t you?” He was looking at me with an amused face. I looked at him with confusion. You could tell he was holding back his laughter. What the hell? He nodded his head towards the TV. I just realized I hadn’t even looked to see what was on. Oh boy.

Monkeys were getting it on.
Animal Mating Rituals
on the animal channel was on full blast. Cue red cheeks.

“Well, if I’m going to be playing with you, kitten, I gotta learn all the animal tricks.” Yeah, I was trying to play it off. He laughed and sat on the cushion next to me.

“Not sure I like the nickname you keep playing at.” He didn’t move to change the channel. Should I? But then I’d have to cross his body to grab the remote. This couch was sort of large. I bet he could sleep on it pretty comfortably, and he was no small man.

“Name stays. Are you going to change this or are we going to continue to watch animals get it on?” I whined. He looked at me and that smirk rose onto his face.

“You want to change it, there’s the remote.” He pointed to his right, where the remote was nestled in the corner of the couch, against the armrest. It was probably only four feet away. I could easily get up and get it, but call me a pyro, because I was totally in for playing with this fire. I looked at him and rose onto my knees. Like the kitty cat I was trying to be, I crawled across him, ass in the air. I pressed my face into the couch, successfully placing my ass right in his face, and grabbed the remote.

“EEP!” I shrieked.  He bit my ass!

“I told you, sweetheart, all animals can bite,”  he said to my backside. I knocked his face with my bottom and climbed back to my side.

“Savage,” I murmured, and changed the channel. But even as I settled back in the couch, I felt my insides stir, and my core heat up. I apparently liked that love bite. We didn’t say anything after that, but my mind was rolling. I thought about the type of sex you would have with a man like Jake. Rough, animal sex, I bet. He would pick you up and move you around. Pound into you from behind and bite your neck as he growled in release. Oh yeah, I bet Jake was a growler.