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Our tongues twirled sensually, and between my thighs, a pulse started beating. Jacob lifted me, tugging my dress up so that I could straddle his thighs as he sat down on one of the benches. I rocked against him, his cock thickening in his pants.

His hands tightened on my waist, gripping me in a possessive hold as if he was scared I would vanish into thin air. I clutched onto him tighter too, needing his intoxicating touch. My core slickened as I rolled my hips again, my panties dampening.

Despite the cool night, my body heated, and I tugged Jacob’s jacket off, goosebumps coating my flesh. The ache building in my pussy grew unbearable as I rolled my hips against his cock, desperately seeking friction.

“Angel, you drive me fucking insane,” Jacob whispered between kisses, thrusting up to meet my grinding. “I love you so fucking much, I don’t know how I would survive if you left.”

My heart swelled, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning against his lips. “Jacob, I need you.”

I didn’t care that we were outside, or that anyone could come out here and see us; all rationale had been driven from my brain by the insatiable lust pounding through me that only Jacob could satisfy.

“It would be my fucking pleasure, angel,” he growled, standing once more and dropping me to my feet. He spun me around, pressing his chest against my back and whispering in my ear. “Bend over the bench, my love. I’m going to fuck you hard, so you’re going to need something to hold onto.”

A thrill of excitement shot through me, mixed in with a hint of anxiety. What if he fucked my ass again? I didn’t have time to raise my fear; Jacob pressed between my shoulders, pushing me forward.

I flattened my palms against the bench, bracing myself on my arms as he slid my dress up and over my ass. Cool air brushed over my heated skin, and with a resounding snap, the elastic of my underwear was ripped apart.

Jacob thrust a finger inside my pussy, pumping it in several times, my juices squelching around his digit. “Fuck, angel. So wet and ready for me.”

He pulled his finger out, and a loud gasp flew from my lips as he replaced his finger with his cock. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside of me, his hands gripping my hips, steadying me from falling. “Fucking Christ,” he hissed. “This cunt was made to take me, and no one else.” He slapped my ass, but instead of pain, a burst of pleasure shot through my core. “Who owns this cunt?”

“You do, Jacob,” I moaned.

Instead of feeling a tinge of resentment at his mention of owning me, something I could only describe as acceptance settled in my bones. I belonged to Jacob. Every single part of me belonged to him, and I didn’t want it any other way, because he belonged to me too, and no one else would get to have him.

Jacob found a relentless rhythm, plowing in and out of me, his fingertips digging into my hips. Our combined moans filled the air as my pussy clenched around him, my climax growing swiftly, threatening to explode at any second.

My gaze dropped to the bench, unable to focus on anything but the sensations building inside me, but fingers laced their way into my hair, and Jacob tugged my head back. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head at seeing someone standing in the gap between the bushes.

“Looks like we have an audience, angel,” Jacob growled. “Like what you see, brother? Make sure you watch me fuck my wife closely, then you’ll realize your attempt at fucking up my life failed.”

Edward’s shocked eyes slid to mine as Jacob tightened his grip on my hair, preventing me from dropping my head again. I should have closed my eyes; I should have felt shame knowing Edward was watching, but I did neither.

I held his gaze as Jacob’s pace increased. Like Jacob, I wanted Edward to know that he had failed, that his lies couldn’t ruin what we had, and that my heart sided with Jacob.

It would always side with Jacob.

Jacob reached around, and in time with his thrusting, he roughly stroked my clit. My orgasm slammed into me from nowhere, dominating all my senses and forcing my eyes to close. But before they did, the last thing I saw was Edward shake his head in disappointment before he slunk back between the bushes and disappeared.

Disappointment at failing to ruin Jacob, or disappointment in me for not believing him? I didn’t know.

Chapter 33

After spending the night in the hotel, where Jacob made love to me twice more—once, slow and gentle, the other, rough and hard—and once again in the morning, I was more than ready to get back to the peace and solace Du Pont Island brought.

I tried to put Edward’s accusations out of my head, which was easy to do while Jacob was worshiping my body, but not so easy to do when I was alone, like I was right then, standing in the shower and rinsing soap off my body.

I desperately tried to focus on Jacob’s explanation of everything Edward had accused him of, but I couldn’t shake a niggling feeling that had taken root deep inside me.

I was certain that when we were home, and it was just Jacob and me again, my worries would drift away. Another reason why I was keen to return to the island.

Finishing in the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped into the bedroom, finding Jacob sitting on the bed in his suit pants and a light blue shirt, putting on his shoes. My breath caught at the sight; he was so damn handsome.

His head whipped up, and his gaze roamed appreciatively over my body before he gave a brief shake of his head. “Angel, I’ve got to go to reception. It would seem my father doesn’t agree that the conversation about the post-nup is over and has demanded I go downstairs and talk to him.”

His features contorted into a scowl as he continued to tie his shoelace. He’d told me what had happened when his father made him go to his office the night before; they’d ended up arguing, and it resulted in Jacob telling his father to go fuck himself.

“Do you want me to come with you?”