The Final Chase (Final Love Book 2) (6 page)

Chapter Nine

The thought of us, with all my claws and his teeth, had me crawling on his lap and fusing my lips to his. I was burning hot as hell for this man by just the thought of what he could do. I wanted that, right now. His hands gripped my hips, bringing me down onto his growing erection. A growl came up his throat at the contact.

That growl. Oh, I knew it. I ground against him, trying to relieve the ache my thoughts of him had created. My tongue plundered his mouth, feeling and touching every part of him. This kiss was nothing like the sweet “make love” type of kiss from before; this kiss was our inner animals fighting for dominance. My back arched into him. His fingers dug into my thighs as he started moving me back and forth over his cock.

“I knew you’d growl,” I confessed against his lips. I waited for another one. A growl that said he liked that I liked it, but instead I got something even better. His hand wrapped around me and flipped us on the couch. Sandwiched between the couch and his body, I was purring like a kitten. My fingers gripped his large biceps and dug in. His hips moved forward with hard pressure. I cried out. Our mouths devoured each other’s and our body moved in sync, both of us spiraling towards the ultimate pleasure. I nipped at his bottom lip, spurring him to be even more aggressive.

Lord, I’d never had it rough, and now I didn’t know if I would ever be able to go back to boring old “normal” sexual encounters. This thing between us was an undeniable attraction that made every touch colossal. His large hand moved around my waist and grasped my breast. His hand was so large on my B-cups that I felt a little pang of insecurity pop into my head. I squashed it down. If he wasn’t into them, he wouldn’t be paying so much attention to them. Squeezing, pinching my nipples through my bra.

I felt myself heading toward a fan-fucking-tastic orgasm.

“Jake!” I moaned and arched my back, needing to connect with him as much as I could. His body completely covered mine and his cock was creating hard but glorious friction between us. His mouth moved from my lips to my cheek, then my neck, and that brought me ten times closer.

“Jake, come in Jake.” Somewhere in the house someone was calling through a walkie or something. No, NO!

“Please,” I begged. He couldn’t leave me like this, not when I was so close. I’d kill him! I’d feed him to his animals for a late night snack!

“Scream for me, sweetheart.” He moved with such force that he buried me deep into the couch. His kisses on my neck grew more intense. I savored it. I was almost there.

Almost.

Right.

There.

Then he bit my neck and
growled
.

I exploded. Fucking hell, it was like a magic orgasm button on me. I screamed out, riding the pure, mind-bending waves of pleasure.

I collapsed against the couch, and his body was crushing me, but I didn’t care. I liked it, actually.

“Perfection, sweetheart,” he purred against me.

“Jake, come in Jake,” the voice called again.

“Is it always like this?” I voiced.

“Yeah, this isn’t a nine-to-five job; issues can arise at any time.” He sat up and pulled my limp body up with him.

“Ok, well, have fun.” I didn’t know what else to say. I wasn’t mad or anything.  He looked at me, trying to figure out if I was upset or emotional that he had to leave. I guess for some women they wouldn’t like that, but I was fiercely independent. Stuff like that wouldn’t bother me unless I was just about to blow my load, so to speak.

“Really, this type of stuff doesn’t bother me. Just don’t leave me aching. Deal?” I thought it was a pretty good deal. He went on with his life as usual, and I got orgasms. This one-week bet was sounding better and better.

“Pure perfection, sweetheart.” He leaned in to kiss me softly before untangling us and standing. His erection looked almost painful behind his jeans.

“I can take care of that for you. Remember, I’m a pro?” My fingers inched towards it.

“Rain check. Gotta work.” He winked and strolled away towards the walkie. I heard him talking into it somewhere as I just relaxed back onto the couch and enjoyed my post-over-clothes-coital bliss.

I went to bed a few hours later. Jake still hadn’t returned and honestly, that sucked for him. I wasn’t lying when I said I was a bed hog. I knew that whenever he tried to get into bed he would be fighting off my star-fished body, which would be no easy feat.

A loud alarm woke me up from a nice dream.

“Rayne, I swear to God I’m going to break that alarm.” I tried to roll over but couldn’t. I was stuck. Panic arose in me and I woke up fully. I wiggled but nothing happened.

“Stop wiggling that ass against me, sweetheart.” And I stopped moving. My eyes opened and I turned around to see a very cute, but very sleepy Jake.

I looked on the other side of the bed towards the alarm clock.

“5a.m.! No fucking way! I’m out.” I tried to disentangle myself from him, but it seemed like he found a way to keep my bed-hogging problem at bay—by restraining me. He was wrapped around me like an octopus.

“Jake, I can’t be up this early. I’m going to be a monster,” I groaned. This was so not happening to me. I thought Rayne was bad by waking up at 6a.m.

His grip loosened and his hands started roaming. I felt his cock behind me start to grow hard.

“Seriously? No, you go to work. I’m going back to sleep.” I closed my eyes, trying to do just that.

A hot mouth touched my bare neck, sending a bolt of electricity through my skin.

“I’ll make the hours worth it.” I scoffed, but boy did he ever.

An hour later, I was dressed in a pair of leggings tucked into a pair of fashion biker boots and a button up denim tunic, my hair was pulled back into a nice bun, with minimal makeup. Jake was, of course, looking fine in his signature Henley shirt, jeans, and boots, with a wee bit of scruff on his face that felt fabulous between my legs this morning.

We didn’t have morning sex, because he said there wasn’t enough time, which I rolled my eyes at. I mean, really. We could have had a quickie and been all set.

“Hop on.” He sat on an ATV and patted the back for me. Ugh, this was so not my thing, but I did it anyway. I straddled the machine and hugged Jake around the waist tightly. I was scared I’d fall off.

“We won’t be going fast; you don’t have to hold on if you don’t want to.” I kept holding on. Last time I trusted a man around here, I almost lost a finger.

Chapter Ten

He started the four-wheeler and we began moving towards God knows where.

We passed a few habitats, and he explained to me which animals were there and how many. He promised I would get to know their names as the week went by. I was beginning to see how massive this rescue was, and we hadn’t even covered a quarter of it.

“This is the front of the rescue. You passed through here when you came for the birthday party.” He stopped in front of a block building. I recognized it from Natalie’s birthday party, but to be honest, I wasn’t truly paying attention to it last time. I think there was a gift shop in it. Oh, and they made us watch a movie on the dos and don’ts on the rescue, along with some other information I’m sure was important. I hopped off the machine and Jake followed.

“I want you to see the rescue from the beginning to the end.” He beamed and I shuffled behind him as he walked through the open double doors in the back of the building. It wasn’t super large, maybe 1,000 square feet.

It had a desk, a ton of shirts, and other gift shop memorabilia with the Wild Rescue logo on it. I took it all in and wandered around, leaving Jake behind. I giggled at some of the stuffed animals with their big wide eyes and little T-shirts on. There was a lot of hippie-like stuff there. I guess “save the animals” in tie-dye did have a good draw.

I found my ovaries starting to ache when I looked at the cute onesies with animal-shaped heads on the front and a tail on the butt. Not wanting to go down that road, I moved on and saw a bunch of laminated papers displayed on a wall. You could adopt all sorts of animals, which was pretty much just sponsoring them. There were so many options, so many ways to help. I was starting to feel a little in awe of what all they had to do to help these animals. It wasn’t like a circus or a place that wanted to just get a bunch of money off of having animals.

I turned back towards Jake to see him talking with an older woman who was working around the desk. Wanting to go say hello, I walked over and introduced myself.

“Hi, I’m Cammy, Jake’s hostage for the week.” I waved. I noticed Jake bite back a smile as I stopped at the desk.

“Hostage, interesting. I’m Patty, too old to be working but Jake just can’t get rid of me.” She was tall, and pretty thin. She looked like she was healthy, though. Her gray hair was cut short and she was wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki cargo shorts. I had seen a few other people wearing clothes like that so it must be their uniform.

“Nice to meet you. Jake here was just showing me around the rescue. Seems pretty snazzy so far.” I looked around the little gift shop again.

“We do put in a ton of hours keeping this place nice. I’m glad my grandbabies have somewhere they can go to learn about animals, and not have to worry about a crack needle getting stuck in their foot.”  Her face told me she wasn’t joking. I felt a little awkward after that comment.

“Yes, well, we can’t have that happening.”  Thank God Jake decided to save me at that moment.

“I’m going to finish giving my hostage a tour of her prison. We’ll see you later.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and directed me towards the door. We hopped back onto the ATV and he showed me the pavilion where Natalie had her birthday party, which happened to be near another smaller barn with two goats, Francine and Frank, and a pig named Judice, hanging out behind the fence.

“You have quite the variety of animas here,” I yelled at him.

“No need to shout, I can hear ya just fine.”  He turned down a path and we came to a block building with two girls coming out of it. Both girls were young, maybe twenty. One had long brown hair and was petite but had a nice rack, and the other girl had caramel colored hair, petite as well, but with no rack. I wondered what they did here. As soon as their eyes landed on Jake I understood why they were here.  Both of them had a sultry look in their eyes. They wanted the man straddling the machine right now.

“Girls, I’d like you to meet Cammy. She’ll be helping us on the rescue this week.” Jake helped me off the ATV and then got off to stand next to me. The girls’ eyes swung to me and I saw a little sneer on the blonde’s face. I felt my inner bitch rear her head. These girls wanted to play high school mean girls? Fine, little did they know, I
owned
high school. 

“Hiya, girls. Nice to meet you. What’s your name?” I walked up and shook their hands. Showing them I was no little girl. I was a full bitch-blooded woman, if needed.

“I’m Autumn.” The brown haired girl shook my hand but it was a weak shake. The blonde shook it next, a little firmer but still. Pansy.

“I’m Helen.” We took a step back from each other and their eyes went straight back to Jake.

“Autumn and Helen run our social media sites. Keeping everything updated and reaching new people.  Social media has become one of our best tools for educating the public on exotic animal abuse, along with what we do here.”  You could tell this place was his love. And these girls were helping him share that love with the world. I guess I could let their little love glares roll off my shoulder.  Autumn suddenly got really excited, and had something to say.

“Oh and it’s time for another picture, Jake. Don’t forget about it.” I looked at him in confusion. He sighed, but nodded.

“A picture of me holding Casey got out onto Facebook and ever since then, I’ve been dubbed the Extremely Hot Animal Guy.”  He looked uncomfortable, like that name was something new. I mean honestly, I bet he’s been called that many times before a picture went viral. Helen piped up with more on the subject.

“It’s been great for the rescue, though.  There have been articles written about him and his work. He’s all over Instagram and Pinterest.  Donations have been coming in to support him, along with more hits on our website. Sorry, Jake, but sex appeal sells. You’ve got it going on, and we are going to use it.”  While I didn’t like the way she said it, I understood. And it was probably true. I had heard about a hot veterinarian a couple months back, and his practice was booming. I bet things were doing great now that the world saw the hot man behind the scenes.

“Yeah, yeah, maybe this weekend.” He nudged me towards the building while saying goodbye to the girls.

“Bye!” I told them and they both stayed silent, watching us walk through the door.  The room was open, it had a mini fridge, and a long shelf desk covering the wall. A man with a bald head turned in his computer chair.
“Oh, Jake, you shouldn’t have. My birthday isn’t until next Monday.” The man appeared to be in his late twenties, had a trimmed beard around his lips, and glasses. He was a large man, but not heavy. He reminded me of a teddy bear. I just wanted to hug him.

“Chip, I’d like you to meet Cammy. Cammy, meet Chip. He’s our marketing expert and editor of the Wild Newsletter.”  I noticed he was designing something on the computer. Papers were scattered everywhere and the printer was doing its job as we spoke.

“Nice to meet you.” I went to shake his hand and he pulled me in for a hug. While I wasn’t always a hugger, I felt like this hug was okay.

“Cammy, nice to meet you. And if you ever get tired of this brute, then come talk to me.” He winked and went to go grab something from a cabinet.

“We’ll let you get back to work. Send me the weekend letter tonight. I’ll look it over,” Jake said and once again steered me back out toward the ATV. I felt I had been running around with him all day, seeing habitats and meeting his staff, but really, it had only been about two hours. The day was still young and I was somehow still awake.

After we climbed back onto the ATV, he took off and told me about a few more of the animals as we passed them. Each of the habitats had an indoor and outdoor area, with a customized environment that the animal would expect based on where it originated.  We passed the wallaby area, and I kid you not, that little asshat Dundee gave me the death look. He wanted to finish the job of taking off my finger. I looked up at the Spanish moss-covered oak trees and marveled at how peaceful it was out here. Until I heard a loud roar.

My fingers gripped onto Jake’s side a little harder.

“We’re coming up on the larger habitats back here.”  Larger? Goodness, did he really have big lions, tigers, and bears back here? So far we had seen plenty of animals, but other than the horse and the wolves, nothing was huge.

We drove by tall fences that surrounded a couple acres of mostly fields. I saw a lion get swatted at by a lady lion. He backed away and lay down next to her. Maybe she had a headache.

There were a few other lady lions in there as well. I felt like I was in
The Lion King
.

“That’s Talib and Subira. She’s his number one. They were brought to us from a drug bust. The owners were using them as guard dogs for their drugs, giving them a status of power. They were chained and had maybe a fifteen-foot radius to move around in.” He was calm telling me their story, but I could tell it made him unhappy.  I looked at them now and they looked to be enjoying themselves. They had a big space to run around in, a little play area where they could climb on stuff and a small pool with giant balls scattered around the field. They were living a good life now. I felt myself snuggle in a little bit closer to Jake. What he did here was starting to pull at my heartstrings a little.