Page 42 of Date The Billionaire

“That’s it, baby, just like that,” I panted up to him, my nails still gripping his ass, not letting him go.

I pressed my feet into the bed to get a better grip, to thrust back up to meet him as the sensation became addictive, and I couldn’t have stopped if someone had screamed fire. I needed what Jake gave me, exactly like this.

I licked my dry lips, waiting for it, for that moment of more I knew was coming. He was panting my name, his lips pressed into my neck as he worked to give me just the right pressure. Then he bit into my neck in just the right spot, at just the right depth, and I was gone.

He rode out the sweet temptation of my pulsing pussy, keeping up his grind, until I could pulse no more. I fell back against the bed, totally spent. Until he pulled away.

I followed, confused, but Jake just turned me over onto my front, down onto the bed, and I grinned as he pushed my right leg up onto the bed. Oh yes, dirty time!

He lifted my hips and plunged into me once he’d found the right angle. Leaning over me, Jake pulled my hands up with one fist, his other still on my hips. I loved the feeling of control he had over me, but I also knew he would stop if I made the slightest objection. I enjoyed giving myself up to him, though, and let him take what he wanted from me.

“That’s right, baby. Fuck me. Harder!” I demanded, the sweetness gone, replaced with the pure need for pleasure. “Fuck me right, baby, you know how to do it! Only you know how to do it, Jake.”

He panted as he drove into me, hard and deep, and I knew he was just there, on the brink of blowing his own head off with pleasure. I squeezed the muscles of my walls, milking him from within and I heard a satisfied gasp. That had done it. He was done now.

“Laney!” He cried my name, helpless as he gave me all he had to give. I felt him pulsing within me and sighed, content that Jake was really mine as I was his. Always. Neither of us could give this up, after all. I think we’d die without it.

Chapter Twenty

Laney

A Year Later

I was dancing around the kitchen of a much larger cabin, wondering which was better, a good time with clothes on or clothes off, when I saw Tony was calling my phone. I picked it up as I put biscuits in the oven. Mrs. Mallory, now Jane to me, had started the sausage.

“You’d better hurry, breakfast will be done soon.”

“Girl, I’m outside. I just wanted to give you a warning in case you had that man of yours naked again. I learned early on, remember?” I went through the house to find him smirking at me from the front door. He kissed my cheek before he came in, his eyes looking around. “I love what you’ve done with the place.”

We’d expanded the cabin and now lived here full-time with his grandmother. I’d graduated and passed my bar exam, and we were celebrating. We had so much to celebrate, I’d tell them all just how much shortly.

“Did you get the wedding photos yet?” Tony asked me, and I picked up the album on a cabinet he’d made for us as a wedding present. “Oh, these are good.”

He was flipping through the pictures taken only a few weeks ago, one of the happiest days of my life. We’d married on the beach, my parents there, and his gran. Tony, his now steady boyfriend Lane, Kelly, and David also came, along with other friends we had. It had been an amazing day of love and a night of wonder for us both.

We’d had a classic pig roasting, but we’d also had fire dancers, fireworks, and a lot of laughs. The pictures captured it all as well as the more tender moments. The moment when my mother gave me her mother’s pearls to wear. The moment Jake slid his grandmother’s wedding ring on my finger and I smiled at her in gratitude. The moment we’d kissed after the wedding was done. It was all there in beautiful pictures I’d cherish always.

The one of all of us staring in amazement as the fire dancers twirled their flaming batons was now hanging on the wall above the fireplace. I’d still had on my flowing lace wedding gown, far different from the one I’d worn on the show, with my hair free and blowing in the ocean breeze, just the way Jake liked it, all of us smiling in glee. His gran and my mother had been looking at us both, their faces full of contentment. It was just too good to hide in a book and represented what mattered most to us: each other, our family, and our friends.

“Hey, baby, I’ve got the tickets ready now.” Jake came in, a grin on his face as he bent to kiss me. “Hey, Tony, how are you, man?”

“Much better now that your friends are buying my work. Thanks for the hookup, Jake.” He gave Jake a fist-bump and I went to check the biscuits.

“Y’all heading out tonight?” Jane asked, her eyes watching the sausage carefully.

“Yeah, we won’t be gone long this time, Gran. It’s just to pick a site.” We were going to one of the islands that had suffered from a hurricane this past summer in the Atlantic. Every building had been destroyed, and we were going to use some of Jake’s vast bank account to help start rebuilding.

“Well, just be sure to take mosquito repellent. I’m not sure Laney should be going down there in her condition.” Jane looked at me pointedly and I gaped at her.

“How did you know?” I turned to her and hissed the words out quietly, hoping the boys hadn’t noticed.

“A granny has her ways,” she said mysteriously and grinned at me before she gave me a peck on the cheek. “Tell him now.”

“What are you talking about Gran? What condition, Laney?” Jake looked at me concerned and Tony just looked amazed.

“You going to give me a niece, Laney?” Tony asked quietly, his eyes hopeful.

“Yeah, I am actually,” I said happily, stroking my still flat belly happily.