Waiting for Him (Waiting Series Book 3) (21 page)

Chapter Thirty-One

Shelby

     
I shocked myself when I propositioned Jake for a friends with benefits arrangement, but the sex had been so amazing, I didn’t want to see it end yet. Now it doesn’t have to or at least not anytime soon. We agreed to meet up on Wednesday nights at my house after Liam is down for the night and then again on Saturday nights when Garrett keeps him overnight at his place. Shivers run through my body as I think of all the fun we’re going to have. Jake may be the perfect lover with his rough way of taking me while still making me feel cherished at the same time. I’ve had some great sex with Jeff and Garrett too, but there’s an indefinable “something,” about the way that Jake touches me and it sets him above the rest. My whole body is tingling just from thinking about our next interaction and I’m looking forward to Wednesday night.

***

      It’s now Wednesday afternoon and I keep catching myself glancing at the clock. As if willing time to pass faster is possible.
Come on clock, get moving. I have a rendezvous later with the most perfect cock in the universe.

      When the final bell rings I breathe a big sigh of relief, knowing that I’ll be home soon and it will be that much closer to the time, Jake is arriving. I’ve been walking around with damp panties all day. By the time he arrives at my apartment, I’ll be ready to jump him.

      I walk out to my car with Max and Sloane. I filled them both in on the status of Jake and I at lunch. Sloane seemed surprised and when I asked her why she mentioned that she thought Garrett and I would end up together. I damn near spit my soda out when I heard that. I explained to her that what Garrett and I had was in the past and it just took us a while to realize we couldn’t recapture what we’d once had. Her face flushed an interesting shade of red and I couldn’t help but wonder if she’s interested in Garrett.

      “Luvie, I want deets tomorrow. I want lots of dirty deets. Pictures of him naked would be nice too.” I snort and Sloane giggles.

      “I’m not sharing pics you perv,” I say elbowing him in the side.

      “What about deets?” He asks. I giggle. I can’t help it. He’s too damn funny.

      “I may throw you a crumb if you’re nice.”

      “Luvie if you had a dick, I’d show you how nice I can be.”

      Jake and I texted earlier and made plans for him to be at my place at nine o'clock. Liam went to bed around seven-thirty so he’s sound asleep now. I have about thirty minutes before he gets here so I clip my hair up and take a shower. I make sure to shave all the appropriate areas and grin like a maniacal fool as I do. I’m so excited for what the next few hours have in store for me.

      After I dry off, I get dressed in an old, long Beacon University tee shirt and nothing else. I thought about answering the door naked, but I’m not ready for that. He’s built like a freaking God, and my body is that of an average mortal, with the stretch marks and poochie belly of a mom to prove it. Maybe once we’ve been doing this for a while I’ll feel completely comfortable walking around naked in front of him, but for now..
no freaking way.

      I’m reapplying my deodorant when I hear his knock on the door. I’m sweating like a pig and the more I tell myself to calm down, the worse it seems to be. I take one more glance in the mirror at myself and I’m satisfied with what I see. The shirt only comes to the top of my thigh, but it’s long enough to cover my ass. My hair is down and sexily tousled thanks to the awesome haircut Louis gave me.
Oh well, here goes nothing.

     
I’ve got the lights dimmed down low and when I open the door, Jake takes one look at me and pounces. The way he grabs me reminds me of the big bad wolf going after Goldilocks. His arms wrap around me and his mouth goes to my neck as he kicks the door shut with his foot. His lips are doing sinful things to the area behind my ear and my head is tipped back giving him access to continue. He gently nips at my earlobe and my core clenches in reaction. My hands grip his hair and tug his mouth up to meet mine. I need to feel his tongue in my mouth right now. As he kisses me, he backs into the wall and lifts me up under my ass. As he does this, his hands come in contact with my naked skin and he gasps.

      “You’re not wearing fucking panties.” He groans and goes for the button and zipper on his pants. He pushes them down his hips with one hand while supporting my weight with the other. As soon as his pants get past his cock he’s positioned and ready to enter me.

      “This is going to be hard and fast. I don’t think I’m going to last very long. I’ve been thinking about your hot, tight cunt all week.”
Did he just say cunt? I’ve never had anyone say that to me before, but it’s hot coming out of his mouth.

      He plunges his cock inside me, no hesitation at all. The initial pressure of his large size stings, but it’s only a moment until I’m feeling only pleasure. He fucks me hard against the wall of my living room. His hips piston back and forth so fast, I’m surprised he doesn’t burn up in flames. I’ve never been taken at such a furious pace before and it’s incredible. He comes before I can find my release, but I know he’ll make up for it before he leaves for the night.

      We spent the next two hours in my bed, tearing up the sheets. Jake has a voracious sexual appetite and by the end of our time together I was telling him to leave my poor battered parts alone.
Jesus.
I haven’t had sex on a regular basis for a long time. I think we need to break me in slowly, so to speak. I’ve never had sex with anyone with a giant cock before. I’ve only slept with a few other guys and they were all good sized, but Jake is way above average.

    ***

      The next day at lunch Max prods me for details of Jake and my sexual escapades.

      “So how big is it?” He asks. “Can your fingers touch when you grip it in your fist. “He gestures like he’s holding a dick in his hand.

      “Max,” I whisper, “stop doing that. Everyone will know what we’re talking about.” I make my eyes wide at him.

      “Well answer the question and I’ll stop.” He says with a smirk.

      “No, I can’t fit my fingers around him. He’s a very blessed man.” I giggle. “Which makes me a very blessed woman.” We both share a laugh.

      “You lucky bitch. I’d pay good money to see him naked. Are you sure you can’t be talked into taking a naked pic for me?”

      “Oh my God, Max, I’m not giving you a pic.” I roll my eyes at him.

      “So when are you two getting together again?”

      “I’m going over to his place on Saturday night. Liam’s over at Garrett’s for the night so I can stay out late.”

      “You could even sleep over at his place,” Max says.

      “Nope, not going to happen. There are no sleepovers allowed. I don’t want things getting confusing so we’re only using each other for sex.” Max shakes his head at me.

“What?” I ask.

      “Are you sure you’re not a dude? Do you have a dick between your legs I don’t know about?”

      “What the hell are you talking about?” I ask, feeling totally confused.

      “You’re like a dude. You only want no strings sex, no sleeping over, yada yada yada. I’ve never met a girl like you. You’re the antithesis of what most women are like.” I shrug my shoulders.

      “I am what I am and I don’t really care what anyone else thinks. They can walk in my shoes and see that it hasn’t been a picnic for me. When all you know is bad breakups, it tends to make you hold back. I honestly don’t know if I’ll ever want to be in another relationship ever again.”

      Saturday night comes and we agree that I’ll head over to his apartment at eight o’clock. Max wanted me to go out with him, but I didn’t want to go to Jake’s all sweaty from dancing. My stomach is a little unsettled from nerves as I wait for him to let me in. He opens the door only wearing a white towel wrapped loosely around his hips and a smile on his sexy chiseled lips. His thick, black hair is wet and combed back from his forehead making his startlingly blue eyes even more noticeable.

      “Hey,” he says as he grabs my hand and pulls me inside. Once the door is closed, he sweeps me up in his arms and carries me like a bride on her wedding night into his room before throwing me on the bed. I shriek as I bounce up and down a few times. Jake whips the towel from his hips and I notice he’s already hard as a rock. I sit up and start to remove my clothes as quickly as possible, excited about what he has in store for me.

***

      It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m at my father’s house with Liam, Garrett, and my entire family. Unfortunately, it’s Wednesday night which means that Jake and I are missing our usual hook up. We’re going to have to miss Saturday night's too, I’m not leaving here until Sunday. Jake wasn’t happy when I told him, but he understood. He told me he was going to miss me, which made my stomach feel fluttery until I got angry with myself for feeling that way.
No strings attached…
these are the
three words I need to remind myself of.

      Christmas day at my father’s house is always fun with all of my brothers there. They’re starting to get used to Garrett being around and they’re even starting to joke around with him. I think it’s finally sunk in that Jeff and I are through for good and that Garrett will always be a part of my life. I’m trying not to think about the fact that Jeff and I haven’t spoken in six months. It makes me so sad to think about how we went so wrong. I still blame myself for most of it, but I got my baby boy out of it so how can I regret what happened?

      Tonight, I can’t deal with any petty bullshit from my brothers and I think they’re starting to realize they need to be fine with Garrett. Even Aiden behaved and he’s the one I was most worried about. He has a tendency to be an asshat when you want him to be on his best behavior. It’s like he’s a jerk deliberately just to be contrary. I pity the woman who ends up with him. She may strangle him within the first six months of marriage.

      Liam’s only six months old now and didn’t really know what to make of everyone showering him with Christmas gifts. Of course, half of what my brothers bought for him isn’t age appropriate. They’re such clueless cavemen. They all need a special woman in their lives in the worst way, but they’re not ready to change their manwhore ways. Except Greyson, I think he’d be ready if the right girl came along.

      It’s hard to believe Christmas is almost over now. Liam’s in his crib sleeping and Garrett, and I are down in the basement sharing a bottle of wine while watching one of my favorite movies. We’re cuddled up with each other on the couch, but it doesn’t feel sexual at all, just comforting. By the time we finish the second bottle of wine he pulls me into his lap and starts to kiss me. At first, I’m tempted to push him away, but I decide to go with it and see what happens. Hmm, it feels different to me, not like his kisses from the past. I straddle his legs and grip his hair trying to give it my all, even going so far as to grind against him and that’s when I notice he’s not hard.
He’s always hard.
I pull my lips from his and we both stare at each other for a moment before we break out in peals of laughter.

      “Kissing you doesn’t make me wet anymore,” I blurt out, the wine definitely has loosened my tongue. He barks out a laugh and pokes me in the side, making me giggle.

      “Kissing you,” he points at me, “doesn’t make me hard anymore.” I snort and we both laugh. As we settle down, I throw my arms around his neck and squeeze. He squeezes me back and it’s just a great hug between friends. I lean back, leaving the comfort of his arms and place my hands on his cheeks.

      “I love us,” I tell him with a smile. He answers with one of his own and nods his head.

      “I love us too.”

      We’re finally in the perfect place, the place that I never thought we’d be able to get to. We’re the best of friends and the attraction is no longer there. There’s no more what ifs clouding things or if onlys. For the first time in over four years, I feel like he and I are exactly where we should be, where we were meant to end up all along.

***

      It’s now the Monday after Christmas, and I’ve been out running errands with Liam. Garrett wanted him at his place overnight since we’re on break from school until next week. Once I dropped him off, I decided to swing by Jake’s apartment to see what he’s up to. I know this goes against the rules I set, but I’ve really missed him for the past ten days. I’m a little nervous as I knock and I hope he won’t be mad that I stopped by unannounced. I smile as I hear footsteps coming toward the door, but that smile disappears as I take in the girl who opens his door. Her hair is wet and she’s wrapped in one of his large white towels and she clearly just got out of the shower.

      “Can I help you?” She asks in a condescending manner.

      “Is Jake here?” I ask, trying to infuse my voice with the confidence I’m not feeling. This girl is gorgeous with her long black hair and large green eyes. Not to mention her huge boobs that are barely contained in the towel she’s wearing.

      “He’s in the shower still. I can tell him you stopped by, but I doubt he’ll have time to call you tonight.” She giggles and winks at me.
Oh my God...oh my God. I’m so stupid. Whatever possessed me to think that I’m the only one he’s having sex with. Oh my God, maybe this is his Monday girl. I wonder who his Tuesday girl is.