Jake (California Dreamy) - By Rian Kelley Page 0,17

the apartment and straight for the shower. He flipped on the cold, hoping the shock to his heated body would improve his condition. He soaped up and ignored the pulse that beat at the base of his cock, at his temples, in time with his heart. Nope, no change. He took himself in hand and tried to see what Ivy would see. He was a big man. Maybe a little intimidating to a woman as small as Ivy. Would she hesitate? Saw at that bottom lip of hers while she considered how much give would be required of her body?

He stroked down his length and shook his head. No. Ivy had that fearless thing going. And he would pleasure her first, ease any worries that could arise at the sight of him fully aroused. He would bring her to climax again and again and by the time he was inside her she would be primed and ready. He moved his hand faster, thinking now of how incredibly tight and hot she would be. Ivy was a doer, he reminded himself. She would be moving against him, gripping his cock with her sex, milking him, and he would gladly give. She would accept nothing less. He already knew that about her. Jake pumped one more time and came in a shattering of control that left him weak-kneed and not a little worried about what really being inside Ivy would do to him. She was an incredible mix of sexy and would demand his all. But could Jake give it to her?

Chapter Six

“Your Sea Biscuit is here.”

Ivy was sitting on a bench in the staff locker room, bent over her shoe. They were beginning to show wear, with the sole under her big toe taking the biggest hit. Ivy ran on her toes, not the best form for long distances, but it was her natural stride and she wasn’t doing it to win any competitions. She reminded herself of this last bit, as again an image rolled out in front of her eyes—the faded boardwalk beneath their feet, the Pacific Ocean rolling softly up the golden sand to the west of them, and Ivy streaking past a sweaty and huffing Jake.

He was in good shape. He was stronger than she was. He ran all the time—it’s what Marines did. He would have no trouble keeping up. Still, she felt a keen want to be one up on this.

And that’s not the only want she’d been feeling since her roadside rescue. That steamy conversation in his truck had primed her. She’d walked around the past two days imagining everything from their next kiss to the moment when he sank into her, and working herself into a hot mess. She’d decided that maybe Jake was a fling. She’d never had one. She knew from reading women’s magazines that an affair almost always came on fast and with a consuming heat and that definitely characterized her and Jake. Ivy wasn’t opposed to a little sex with a man she trusted.

The thought made her smile as anticipation slid through her. She finished tying her shoe and looked up at Genny.

“Sea Biscuit?”

“Your one in a million,” she explained and nodded at Ivy’s attire. “Your first date is a run?”

“Our first date was Sunday.”

Maybe not technically speaking, but they had spent a few hours together and they had definitely gotten to know each other. She stood and smoothed her hands over her skimpy running shorts--gray with white mesh at the hips and citron piping. She matched it up with a ‘second skin’ top with built in bra the same neon green color. The outfit was appropriate for a run, but left little to the imagination. She looked good, and she hoped it would trip him up.

“When I go jogging,” Genny said, “I put on a pair of old sweats that are baggy in the ass and a t-shirt that screams rag bag.”

“You’re married,” Ivy pointed out, though she didn’t think the woman ever dressed shabby. She always looked put-together on the floor. “You have three kids.”

“And the waistline to prove it. Don’t think I wouldn’t squeeze myself into something like that if I wouldn’t look like a sausage link.” Genny looked her over one more time. “You’re going to kill him out there.”

Ivy smiled with delicious anticipation. “That’s my plan.”

“Don’t be too hard on him.” But Genny was smiling. “Ah, romance. I remember it well.”

Ivy picked up her canvas bag and her purse and followed Genny onto the