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“Yes, it most certainly is.” She heard his deep voice behind her before she felt his large hands on her shoulders. “So you never stopped carrying a torch for me?” he asked, mirth dominating his tone as he turned her toward him. “Same here, never stopped thinking about you.” He bent, kissed her lips quickly, then locked his eyes with hers when he added, “Never.”
“Wow, it’s hot in here,” Aunt Dolores squealed, throwing a dish rag down on the counter, making the other women burst out in laughter.
“Um, I, I need to use the restroom,” Rakell blurted, desperate to get out from the spotlight of his family.
“Don’t use that one,” Melissa said, pointing to the bathroom door right off the kitchen. “Cameron was just in there.”
Melissa scrunched her nose, and Annette nodded her head in agreement. “Jake, show her the restroom down by your room. It’s clean, and no one ever uses it,” Annette instructed, gesturing toward a long hallway.
“Is that your room? Is it the same as when you were in high school?” Rakell pointed to a door at the end of the hall just past the bathroom.
Jake nodded, dropping her hand. As his eyes skittered to the door, she thought he seemed nervous, as if he were running through the inventory of what might be in there that he didn’t want her to see. “Ah, yeah, um, well, my mom added an extra bed and changed a few things, but she left my posters… how about you use the restroom and meet me behind that door?” He winked. “I’d love to show you…my trophies.” As she put her hand on the knob of the bathroom door, she heard him scramble to his room. Then she could hear a commotion, like he was taking something off the wall.
When she entered his room, she found him sitting on the edge of a bed that didn’t look like he could ever have slept in it. It was too small to have been the resting place for this six-two, large-framed guy. “Wow, you’ve got a lot of awards in here, Mr. Skyler.” Her eyes caught on a wall of shelves filled with trophies, ribbons draping from them. “Very impressive, Mr. Skyler,” she ribbed, stalking toward him.
He patted his thigh, then said, “Sit right here, little girl, so I can show you my most prized trophy.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to see your biggest trophy.” She giggled, straddling his thighs on the bed.
“So what are you saying, this is my best asset?” he asked, pulling her on his lap, his eyes focused between his legs as he helped her wiggle herself onto him.
As she worked her hips on his lap, the apex of her crotch rubbing against the hard bulge beneath his jeans, his fingers snagged the zipper of her jumpsuit, yanking it down, then he quickly slipped his hand beneath the sheer black lace housing her large breasts, his fingers finding the engorged nipples. He alternated between them, rolling the hard tips between his thumb and first finger. She arched, begging for stimulation. It had been too long since his touch had made her explode. Too many days of foreign fingers touching her skin, adjusting swimsuits and lingerie, helping her change into cultured gowns, strangers' eyes taking her in, deciding her best angles, rotating her hips, rubbing lotion on her, spraying her body with a watery oil sheen to make it glisten for the camera. It had been sensory stimulation overload with no outlet.
She’d spent too many nights with her lipstick between her legs thinking about him inside her, the way he rotated his hips, putting pressure on her clit. At the same time, his cock would go deeper, or she imagined his tongue lavishly licking her lips before dipping into her, then suckling at her hard nub until she exploded. Now a whispering moan leaked from her mouth as she vigorously rubbed her pelvis against the rock between his legs, her torso shifting back, allowing him open access to her tits. “Oh, God, no, Jake, I’m…” she hissed into the air before grabbing onto his biceps to stabilize her shuddering body. “Oh, oh…God, it came on so quickly,” she hushed, her tone bordering on apologetic.
“Shh, are you kidding? I love it. You’re amazing,” he whispered into the crook of her neck as he pulled her against his chest, absorbing the orgasm that gently washed over her body. “I’m going to do this all night long, don’t care if I ever sleep again, just want to hear that every fucking night,” he growled.
“Uncle Jake, Uncle Jake.” A young girl’s voice traveled from down the hall. Rakell jerked back, scrambling mentally to adjust herself. Shit, she was in Jake’s childhood bedroom with his family down the hall; what the hell had gotten into her?
“Where are you? Open your presents so we can eat cake.” Rakell recognized Cassie’s high-pitched voice.
“Um, shoot,” he said, his mouth opening in surprise. “Cassie,” he whispered, his eyebrows arching as he looked at Rakell hastily smoothing her jumpsuit and swinging her legs off his lap. “Okay, Cassie, be right there, meet me outside,” he yelled toward his bedroom door. He grabbed Rakell’s hand and said, “I swear this will be the fastest gift opening and cake eating ever in the history of birthdays.” He chuckled, squeezing her hand before readjusting himself.
She smiled. “You go, I’ll follow. Don’t want to be too obvious.”
“Yep, your face is flushed. They’ll know you took advantage of me.”
She huffed, making him laugh as he walked out of the room.
Rakell slinked down the hall, hoping to escape out the back door, but she ran into Melissa instead. She wasn’t sure if Melissa’s small, upturned smile and cock of her head was because she suspected something or if she was grateful to see Rakell as she was trying to arrange candles on the large yellow cake. “Rakell, can you help me get this giant cake out?” Melissa said, signaling for Rakell to walk toward the kitchen with her. “I’ll carry it out. Can you light the candles when we get to the back door?”
Melissa’s eyes snagged on the new bracelet Jake had given her for her birthday. “Oh, I love it. Jake texted me his drawing.” Melissa wiggled her nose. “I wasn’t sure about it based on the drawing. Still, I knew if anyone could transform Jake’s romantic idea into jewelry, Lina could. She’s an amazing designer. She did a beautiful job on it.” She was referring to a young jewelry maker in Austin whom Melissa was promoting through her business, Austin for Everybody.
“Thank you, I was blown away that Jake designed this. More…” She looked away, then added, “than I can really put into words.” Swallowing the emotion that had unexpectedly crept up her throat, she amended her tone. “I’d love to go to her shop sometime.” What she was thinking was that in all the years that men had showered her with extravagant gifts, she knew there’d been no thought put into them. They were high-priced baubles they’d probably had an assistant pick out and were gifting more as a way to highlight their own status. But this bracelet Jake designed, she thought, her eyes casting back to the gold and silver around her wrist, and it had a story behind it.
“Let’s make a date for lunch and shopping. I’d love to take you to her studio. She’s opening a new store in San Antonio. If I can give her a couple of dates that work for you, she’d make sure she was in Austin to meet you. I’d also like to take you to a few of the unsung boutique finds.”
“That would be great. I’ll be in Austin a few weekends this summer, so let’s make something work. I fly back to L.A. for two weeks, working with a clothing company that’s releasing a cowgirl meets bohemian line, and it looks like I will be the featured model for them…”
“Sounds like a brand that would do well in Austin.”
“Yes, actually, it would be a perfect fit. They’re letting me help with a few considered Austin-inspired pieces. I think one of the reasons they chose me is because of my ties to the city.”
Rakell’s eyes shot to the back windows. Jake was outside wrapping an arm around his niece and nephew, clearly thanking them for his gift. “I didn’t bring Jake’s gift because he said…”
“That’s fine, honestly. He always says no gifts, but my kids insist on getting him stuff, and a few of the cousins like to give him gag-type presents. My kids decorated water bottles for him with random drawings and Cassie asked me to write Super Bowl Champ: Jake Skyler—like he needs the reminder that he’s a champion. I’m glad all the attention doesn’t seem to change him. I had kind of worried about that,” Melissa confided as she put the last candle on the cake.
Rakell took the lighter from Melissa. “I think you guys help keep him humble.”
