Pretty Sweet - Christina Lee Page 0,73
the future. Bruce might be great or he might not be. They might break up or live happily ever after. But none of that is on you. Loving people can’t be fixing everything for them.”
“I know. Ugh.” Jake swiped at the tears on his face. “I don’t know why I’m losing it like this. I never do. I don’t remember the last time I cried, and I don’t word-vomit all my family history like that.”
“Maybe you need to. You keep trying to bear all the weight—mine, yours, Bonnie’s. It’s going to crush you if you don’t let it out. You make me feel safer than I’ve ever felt. I wanna be that place for you too,” I admitted.
Jake’s eyes met mine, pinned me with so much intensity, I felt it like a touch against my skin.
He pulled me closer to his lap, and when I straddled him, he buried his face in my chest and…cried. It was like he was letting out years of pent-up pain, confusion, and guilt. I didn’t know how long we sat there like that, until his tears dried and he talked some more about his mom and things they’d gone through. I just listened. I’d listen all night if I had to. I knew Bonnie loved Jake, would do anything for him, and probably didn’t know he had been suffering this much, but I couldn’t help wondering if anyone took the time to listen to him before. To tell him that as strong as he was, he couldn’t carry around the weight of the world.
When he let it all out, Jake dropped his forehead to mine, danced the tips of his calloused fingers over my cheek. “Thank you. I…I needed that. I’ve never done that, shared all that, not to that extent.”
“I know. That’s what I’m here for. You don’t have to thank me. We’re together. That’s what relationships are. We’re there for each other.”
“How’d I get so lucky?”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m serious. I…” But instead of finishing, Jake’s words were cut off by his mouth pressing against mine.
His tongue dipped between my lips. Jake groaned deeply, and I swallowed it down, wanted all his noises because just being with him made me feel powerful and strong.
He flipped us in an instant so I was on my back, and nothing about this made me feel like I had no control, nothing about being with him did. I laughed, and so did he before he thrust against me and said, “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
“Then don’t ever,” I whispered.
Jake growled, and then he was kissing me again. He smelled like smoke from the grill, and that turned me on more. When he stood, I whimpered, wanting him back. He clutched my hand, pulled me to my feet, and then we were kissing on our way to the stairs, up the stairs, stumbling and kissing and laughing all the way to his bedroom. I felt invincible, like I could fly.
We were in a frenzy, kicking out of shoes and tugging clothes off until we stood there naked, looking at each other. I leaned in, rubbed my cheek against his hairy chest. “I love this.”
Jake ran his hand up and down my back, then around, gripped my cock and stroked. “I wanna try to suck you.” I froze, and Jake must have felt it because he rushed out, “I don’t have to if you don’t want.”
“I want,” I said quickly. “I really, really want. Just didn’t expect it.”
“Well, don’t get too excited. I might not be very good at it.”
“I’m sure you’ll be great, but even if you aren’t, I don’t know that it would matter,” I teased.
“Lie down,” Jake whispered, and I did, on my back with my head on the pillows. He was next to me, on his side. He kissed my chest, licked my nipple, making it pebble, then wrapped a hand around me again. I nearly melted into the bed.
“I love the sounds you make,” he said as he rubbed me.
“Sounds? I made sounds?” I was too gone to realize, but then when Jake leaned over, when I felt his breath against my cock, I really almost lost it. “Please,” I found myself begging as I thrust into his hand. “Please, Jake.” I wanted it so badly, wanted him so badly, wanted to share this thing with him that neither of us had ever had with anyone else.
“Jesus, the way you beg…” He licked the head of my cock, and my