Too Far Gone (In Too Deep #2) (3 page)

Chapter
Five

Lara

You are in so crazy deep
.

The thought was meant as practically a compliment to myself.  It was our second day in the Hamptons and a full twenty-four hours since I’d begun to really show Jackson affection again.  And I could hardly believe my body’s capacity to let him touch me.  This was a man whom I was nearly certain was responsible for Gabrielle Winter’s death.  Yet I managed to let him hold me in my sleep, rub his morning wood against my ass and climb on top of me in bed.  He had gotten as far as whipping his cock out this morning before I faked a headache and claimed an instant need for coffee.

That held him off for several hours, but only because I went downstairs and immediately began making a massive breakfast to feed ten hangovers – or rather, nine, since I hadn’t had much to drink last night.  I’d been too scared of downing several shots, freeing my inhibitions and doing something stupid to relieve my sexual need.  Because as fucked up as it was, I had found a way to pretend that Jackson’s hands were Jake’s.  I was hot, riled up and way too good at make believe.  So when Jackson brushed his lips against my neck, I imagined he was Jake.  When he draped his arm over my shoulder and stroked my breast, I imagined he was Jake.

And now, as we sat alone in the hot tub, I pretended again that he was his brother.  “God, babe, it’s been way too long since I got to feel this,” Jackson murmured, slipping his hand between my thighs and running his thumb over my clit. 
Shit
.  I tensed, going quickly from fantasy and pleasure to guilt and reality. 
This is not Jake
, I reminded myself as I felt Jackson slip his fingers into my bikini bottom.

“Jackson.”  I held his wrist.

“What?” His tongue swirled around my ear as I squirmed on his lap.  “You look so fuckin’ good, babe… you have no idea how bad I need to fuck you.”

“Caleb and Sloane are grilling like, right there.”

“So? I’ve fucked you in a hotel room with Caleb passed out on the couch.  I’ve fucked you in public, in the ocean, on a hundred different balconies around the world where I’m sure at least one person was watching, so who gives a shit? You never used to let these things get in the way of our sex life.”

“I also used to be twenty-two,” I said, trying to find a worthy argument.

“Fine.”  Jackson wrapped my hand around his shaft and lowered his voice to a lusty snarl.  “Then let’s go into our room and fuck in private ‘cause I’ve been waiting forever to feel this tight pussy wrapped around my – ”

“Ah, ah, ah! Stop right there, Jackson Kinsley.”

To my relief, Piper strolled along with a perfect interruption.  This time, I welcomed her presence as she clucked at Jackson, holding three margaritas.  Jackson cleared his throat and shifted in his seat as she handed two to us.

“Impressive,” he remarked as she got in.  “You’ve got some long fingers.”

She grinned as Jake followed.  “The better to stroke long, thick objects with.”

Jackson snorted.  “And you’re telling me to stop.”

“Well, I didn’t say anything explicit now, did I?”

As he and Piper bickered about who the bigger pervert was, I turned my eyes to Jake.  Every line on his hard torso rippled as he peeled off his shirt.  A smirk touched the corner of his lips when he caught me staring but he quickly tore his eyes away when Jackson spoke.

“You’ve got a freak on your hands,” he said, nodding at Piper.

Jake laughed.  “I figured as much.”

“Hey – ladies during the day and freaks at night.  Nothing better than that, right, Lara?” Piper grinned at me.

“Oh, trust me, she’s a freak at every hour,” Jackson smirked.  “As long as there’s a bed or something for her to bend over.”

“
Jackson!
”

Piper howled as I smacked him, my cheeks burning.  “What?” he laughed, whispering to me as he kissed my ear.  “Can’t help it, babe.  I’m horny as fuck.”

“Mm, as descriptive as that was, Jax, I actually can’t quite picture Lara as a freak,” Piper said as she came down from her hysterics.  “I mean she is the epitome of a
lady
.”  Batting her lashes and folding her hands in her lap, she did what I assumed was her best impression of me.  I tensed at the direction of the conversation as Caleb and Sloane came to join us in the hot tub.  My only relief came from the fact that Jake now sat right next to me, his muscled arm touching mine, sending a chill up my spine.

“Who took over the grill, Caleb?” I tried to change the subject.

“Figured I’d let Sawyer impress Gia.  What were we howling about over here?”

“Oh, Jackson was telling us about how Lara’s a freak in bed and I couldn’t help but doubt it because
look
at that face,” Piper cooed at me in a way that made me feel like a small zoo animal.

Sloane held up her hands.  “I’m drunk but I’m not gonna touch this one.”

“Oh, who needs you,” Piper scoffed.  “Jackson, tell us the best place you two have ever had sex.  In fact, we’ll go around first so it’s fair – does that work for you, Lara, or are you gonna be a party pooper?” Before waiting for an answer, she raised her hand.  “I’ll start.  The best place I had sex was on the highway, in the back of a convertible.  With the top off.”  She flashed Jake a seductive grin.  “But I think it’d be better in the back of your Wrangler.  We can take her top off
and
mine,” she purred, stroking his chest and whispering something in his ear before ripping away to yell, “Sloane’s turn!”

When Sloane made a face, Caleb answered for them both.  “In the gondola when we went skiing in Aspen.  Now let’s throw it to Jake before my fiancée here dies of embarrassment,” he said, kissing the top of Sloane’s head.  I laughed, exchanging a look with her.  She discreetly pointed a finger into her mouth, pretending to retch as she looked at Piper.

“Mm,
yes
, Jake, do tell us – where was the craziest place you had sex?” Piper hugged Jake’s arm to her ample chest and bounced excitedly in her seat.  I watched Jake run his free hand over the back of his neck, his bicep absolutely bulging right in my line of vision.  I raked my lower lip between my teeth, wanting nothing more than to bite his arm as he pondered his answer.

“The best place I ever had sex,” he murmured sexily.  “I’d say was… definitely at home. On my stairs.”

I bit down hard on my lip.  He was referring to our night in DUMBO – to the first time we’d had sex.  My pulse began to race as I watched a slow grin spread Jake’s lips.  And as Piper squealed for the story, I watched his hand disappear underwater again – and felt his long fingers sliding onto my upper thigh.  I froze, my blood rushing as under the bubbling water, his palm began to rub in small, slow circles.  I held my breath, feeling an incredible throbbing crescendo between my legs.

“Yeah, let’s hear that story,” Jackson jeered.  “’Cause I for one know this guy’s fucked girls in like,
rainforests
and shit, so if the stairs was the best sex he’s had then I think we deserve to know why.”

Jake’s hand smoothly spread my thighs apart.  “I mean it might not have been the craziest place.” My lips parted as he slipped his fingers into my bikini bottom and found my clit.  “But it was definitely the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”  My eyes were wide, unblinking as he began drawing slow, languorous circles around me, his gaze on everyone else in the hot tub as he pleasured me in secret.

“Well, what was so good about it?” Jackson asked.  “Just say it, we’re all adults here.”

Jake laughed something low and sexy that made me throb harder.  “Well, she was easily the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid eyes on.”

“Dude, she’s not here.  You don’t have to be a fucking gentleman while you’re telling the story.”

Eyeing Jake, I arched my back to subtly rub my clit harder against his fingers.  “Yeah, tell the real story.  We’re all adults here,” I murmured as I watched his green eyes flicker at me with surprise.  But my lips could barely smirk before he responded by turning the game back on me. Taking his hand out of my bikini bottom, he slipped it under my ass and slid a finger into my pussy.  My eyes widened as he dared to cock an eyebrow at me.

“You want the real story?” he grinned.

Heart pounding, my walls clenched around him.  “Yes,” I exhaled, trying to breathe steady as Jake slipped another finger into me, pumping his wrist, truly working the muscles in his forearms as he sent sensation darting through every nerve in my body, fear and pleasure absolutely pounding in my heart.

“Alright.”  His every word tortured me.  “Long story short, I saw her at a bar.”  My breathing was short, staccato.  “I got rock hard while watching her suck the cherries off a skewer.”  His little smile was crooked.  I could feel him giving it his all now, my incredible wetness sliding over his fingers.  “And an hour later, she was ripping her clothes off before she even got into my front door.”

Piper crossed her arms.  “Uh-huh.  And what did she look like?”

I could hardly breathe as Jake grinned and shook his head.  One hand ran casually over the stubble on his jaw while the other tunneled so deep inside me that I had to clench my teeth to stop myself from moaning.  “Christ, her body was so unreal it felt like waiting another second would’ve fucking killed me.  So it happened on the stairs.”

I closed my eyes as Piper said something about how she’d be better.  I had no interest in listening to her.  Not with Jake’s fingers pumping deeper.  Harder.  He wasn’t teasing me anymore – he wanted me to orgasm. 
Right there
.

Holy shit. 
That wicked realization got me hotter and wetter than I’d ever been in my life.  His long fingers working, I could feel my muscles clamping around them, a ball of pleasure clenching tight in my core.  His thrusting was absolutely merciless and with bliss now came terror because he was seconds from making me come.

In front of everyone.

“Excuse me,” I gasped suddenly, rising from my seat and adjusting my bottoms as I rushed out of the hot tub.  I mentioned something about the restroom as Piper accused me of “bailing” before my turn to answer the question.

I didn’t care.  In the house, I went straight for the closest bathroom, quickly shutting the door and leaning against the sink as I slipped my hand into my bikini bottom and finished what Jake started.  Eyes closed, I remembered that night – the way he’d cupped my wet pussy from behind on those stairs.  I had grinded against him, his fingers stroking back and forth on my clit.  The thought of how he’d drilled his cock into me sent me easily over the edge, my knees buckling, my hand clamped over my mouth to stifle the moaning.

I panted hard, staring at the wall as I came down and caught my breath.

But my heartbeat raced again when outside, I bumped into Jake and Caleb in the kitchen.  After answering Caleb about whether or not I wanted a drink, I peered at Jake, whose lips curved in a devilish smile as he eyed my flushed cheeks.  His broad frame loomed over me as he came to hand me a beer.  A tantalizing smirk touched his lips.

“I was hoping you’d come for me,” he said under his breath.

“I did,” I breathed quietly, watching his jaw tighten.  “By myself.”

“Yeah?” He took a swig of his beer, his eyes smoldering as he watched me bite my lip.  “I think I deserved to hear you finish.”

“Hey – help me out,” Caleb said, oblivious as he hoisted up the cooler of drinks.  Without a word, Jake went to hold open the door.  Once Caleb went, I followed.

But before I could get outside, Jake pushed me back into the kitchen.

I gasped as he pressed me up against the wall, pulling down the triangles of my bikini and immediately sucking on my breasts.  His tongue flicking my tight nipple as he slid his fingers back inside me, the heel of his palm pressing against my torturously sensitized pearl.  Both hands on my mouth, I stifled the ecstasy fighting to escape my lips, stars clouding my vision as Jake’s fingers swiveled mercilessly inside me. 
Yes… yes, please, yes. 
Hot panic seared through my body as he pumped his wrist again – faster, deeper now till the orgasm that had barely left my body came hurtling back.

“Oh God – ”

Jake’s emerald eyes soaked in every blazing hot second of me as I came again, giving him the muffled but uncontrollable moan that he so wanted.

Coming down again, I wrapped my arms tight around his neck, savoring his touch as I panted into his shoulder and confused his heartbeat for mine.  His arm around my waist, his fingers raked through my hair, I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the moment.

Because in an instant, it was over.  With footsteps approaching, we wordlessly tore apart and I returned outside, my heart still pounding wildly but my lips somehow managing a casual smile as I rejoined the conversation.

Chapter Six

Jake

Jackson approached me on our last morning in the Hamptons.  I was sitting in the kitchen with he came around with a dirty smirk on his face.

“So,” he poured himself a cup of coffee.  “How was it?”

“How was what?”

“Piper.  Door’s cracked in your room and I saw her still passed out on your bed.  Guessing you worked her out pretty hard,” he laughed, leaning against the counter.  “So, was she good?”

I stared at Jackson as I recalled last night.  We’d all started drinking at noon so by midnight, after returning from dinner, we were hammered.  Beyond hammered.  Sawyer, like an asshole, had suggested strip poker but bailed on the game four hands in, when he and Gia were down to nothing and clearly desperate to jump into bed.  Caleb and Sloane left shortly after so it was down to me and Piper sitting across the table from Jackson and Lara.

And it was pure, unfiltered fucking torture.

Piper was happily down to nothing but it was Lara who was driving me toward the edge of insanity.  It had been nearly impossible for me to contain my arousal as I watched her remove her bra from under her gauzy sundress, bending the rules to keep herself as clothed as possible.  And among us, she was.  But I could still see her full mounds stretching the peach-colored fabric of her dress.  I could still see her tight nipples straining against the cotton and I could still remember what it felt like to cup two handfuls of her that afternoon when I pressed her up against the wall.  So it killed me every couple of minutes when Jackson put an arm around her shoulder, dangled a hand over her breast and gave it a firm squeeze while whispering in her ear.

Because every time he whispered, she looked at me.  And every time she looked at me, I willed myself not to get hard as a rock.

Not that it worked.  And before long, Piper noticed, of course crediting herself.  “My, my.  Excuse us for a minute, guys – Jake and I have to go upstairs to take care of his little friend,” she smirked as she rubbed my package over my boxers.  My jaw tensed as I looked across the table at a wide-eyed Lara, who bit hard on her lip.  “Or should I say his very big, thick and possibly veiny friend?” Piper knocked back two shots of tequila before winking across the table and pulling me upstairs as Jackson loudly clapped for us.

But to my relief, she passed out the second she hit the bed.  I suspected it was the last two shots that saved me from having to wrestle with a drunken decision I’d regret the next morning.  My sexual need was mounting.  I couldn’t deny that.  I truly couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone this long without sex.

But I also couldn’t remember the last time I’d only wanted it from one woman.

“Come on.  Tell me about Piper,” Jackson persisted as we sat in the kitchen, apparently the first two up in the house.  “I’m a one-woman man now, I need to hear these stories.”

I cocked a dubious eyebrow at Jackson.  Couldn’t even help it.  He crossed his arms, instantly defensive.

“What? Sawyer told you something?” he asked.  “I’m guessing it was that little shit.”  When I said nothing, he rambled on.  “Jesus.  I don’t know what exactly he told you, but Gabrielle was eighteen by the time I did anything with her and I’ve actually never cheated on Lara with anyone besides her,” he said, as if he deserved credit for straying with only one woman.  I wanted to reach across the counter and throw a left hook in his jaw.  But instead, I remembered that I needed to get closer to my brother.  For Lara’s sake, I needed him to let his guard down.  So I forced a laugh and shrugged.

“You don’t have to explain it, man.  I haven’t been in a committed relationship since college.  I don’t even know what that shit feels like anymore.”

“It’s not impossible when you’ve got a girl who looks and fucks like Lara but… Christ, man, Gabrielle was smoking hot.  I always knew she’d be.”

I ground my teeth together to keep from grimacing, but everything about his comment made my stomach turn.  “Was?”

“I mean… fuck man, you know she’s dead.  Sucks to say but it’s been how many months? And it’s not like she ran away like we first thought.  Some guy with a fucking
mask
broke into her apartment.”

I nodded, decidedly quiet as I wore a blank expression.  I was trying to read Jackson and I could tell that he was doing the same with me, his eyes suddenly flitting anxiously around my face.

“What? What are you looking at me like that for?”

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” I snorted.  “Guilty conscience?”

“Oh, fuck you, man.”  He laughed at the look on my face, regaining his composure.  “I know you’re judging me for fucking an eighteen-year-old but you have to admit, she could’ve been a Victoria’s Secret model if she wanted.”

“Probably.”

“You know she was ridiculously fucking sexy.”

I had never thought of Gabrielle that way.  I couldn’t think of her as anything besides the lanky kid who, according to my mother, was the most awkward girl at her ballet recital.  That was who Gabrielle was before I left New York after college – an eleven-year-old with glasses and giraffe legs.  So it made me sick to my stomach to think about her in a sexual way.  But for the sake of the plan, I grinned at Jackson.

“Can’t lie.  You scored with that one.” There was nothing Jackson loved more than having his ego stroked.  I could actually see the satisfaction gleam in his eyes when he confirmed my approval.

“Yeah.  I know I did,” he nodded with a smile, rubbing the stubble on his chin as he gazed into the distance.  “I’m telling you, brother.  Younger girls don’t know you from God.  They haven’t been fucked right yet so anything you do will blow their minds.  Seriously – get a college girl in bed, give it about fifty percent and watch her still fucking worship you.  It’s awesome.”

“Really.”

“Really.  The faces Gabrielle would make, man.  Sometimes I pause the vid – ”

I raised my eyebrows as Jackson cut himself off.  I waited for a second.  “You what?”

Jackson blinked and scratched his head, suddenly scrolling aimlessly through his phone.  “Fuck, what are all these voicemails?” he muttered to himself, pressing the phone to his ear as he played one.  At that point, I knew whatever opportunity I had to have him finish his thought was gone.

Not that I needed him to say it.  I knew exactly where that sentence was going.  The son of a bitch still had the videos.  He was blackmailing Lara for the murder of a girl whose sex tapes he still watched for his own pleasure.

“Goddamnit,” Jackson cursed when he finished listening to his voicemail.

“What is it?”

“Some stupid shit at the office.  These guys from Japan weren’t supposed to come till tomorrow,” he muttered.  “I gotta roll but good talk, man.  When you get back to the city, I want to hear all about Piper.  Alright?”

My jaw clenched when he threw his arm around me for a hug.  But I played it off.  “Yeah,” I gave him a hard pat on the back.  “We’ll get drinks when I’m back, brother.  We still have a lot to catch up on.”