Trapped Together (Complete)

~ Chapter 11 - 2:21pm~

Jake watched as Rachel glanced downward and he knew what she was seeing. But he had no urge to stop or deny it. Those images that flashed through his mind when she was talking were hot as fuck as she knew that. And he knew her well enough that she was having problems just like he was. And he couldn't dare be the ass and let her think she was alone in that department, wanting something that she couldn't have. So, he gathered up his wits and walked over, knowing what she was doing. Fuck, he even agreed with her, the coldness was bound to help the fire and flames right? Or maybe not given that it was worse knowing she was in the same fucking boat.

His hand reached out and cupped her cheek, his thumb running along her cheekbone. Of all the ladies he laid eyes on, this one before him was one he always found so beautiful and so enchanting, and she didn't try. That was one of the best features about her. Her face was rounded, her eyes mysterious but capturing, her lips plump, and her smile endearing. She could snarl anyone, and often did, although many never laid claim to it. In fact, Jake would often tell Jay that many guys would turn to look at her and Jay would just shrug it off. Sure, he didn't step on their toes, just on Jake's.

"Jake?" she whispered as she stared at him with those eyes. God damn, it really was like looking into a never-ending storm and he loved them.

"Yeah?"

"This isn't wise." Yeah, he knew that, he told himself that. He also told himself that listening to her paint those images of many honeymoon nights wasn't wise either, but he didn't stop her. In fact, silently he was begging for more, wanting more.

"Probably isn't." He gave her room to move, gave her room to stop anything that was forthcoming. But she didn't. She stared at him like he was staring at her; a longing in her eyes that he knew was in his as well. She licked her lips and his eyes followed that movement and a tightening in his pants was telling him that watching that wasn't another bright move. Well, he had a suspicion that there was going to be a lot of that right now.

With that final thought in his mind, he leaned forward and captured her lips. Honestly, he wasn't sure what to expect. He didn't think she would slap him, didn't think she would shove him, but she could have pushed him away. In fact, she should have done that. Instead, her hands clutched tightly to his shirt and her lips moved in time with his. And every red flag, every warning bell, went off in his head, but he didn't pull back, he didn't stop. He wasn't sure he could again.

He knew that coming here would be a mistake. He knew that deep down they wouldn't have beat the storm and would be stuck here. Hell, maybe even Jay knew that and just stayed quiet. He also knew that being in a cabin, even one as big as theirs was, alone with just her was going to cause temptation in forms he knew he couldn't walk away from. He almost wanted to believe she knew it too. In fact, he was almost praying that was the case because that was going to make all of this that much sweeter.

He pushed her fully against the window as his hands clung to her hips. Yeah, this time around, no one was pushing anyone away. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers raked through his hair and down his neck, causing multiple shivers to race down his spine. He slipped this tongue out as she opened up for him, his tongue mixing with hers, and fuck if the kiss didn't explode. It had been way too long since he had felt her like that.

She whimpered as his hands moved over her hips, cupped her ass to squeeze it, and then around her thighs to lift her up. Her ankles locked around his hips and the swirling wind outside mixed in with the sounds of their moans. Shit, he wanted her as badly as she wanted him and it was evident with the way she was rubbing against his raging dick. Finally, he broke the kiss and trailed his lips over her jaw and down her neck, nipping lightly at the skin before sucking on it. His body pushed her harder against the window as her hands started bunching up his shirt from the back.

"Jake," she whimpered and he pulled back to look at her. God damn, her eyes were dark and heavy-lidded and sent more pulses of desire down to his already painful dick.

"Yes?"

"You aren't stopping?" The question cut him to the core, but he knew why she was asking. If he had the time to let it sink in, he might have pulled back. But shaking off a kiss was a lot easier than shaking off a hard dick that was in desperate need of a release. And not just any release, but one where it was only her, where he could be buried deep in her.

"No, I'm not, Rachel. Honestly, I'm not sure I could." With that, she rubbed against him and he groaned. Even through their jeans, he could feel the heat that was coming from her sex and he wanted to rip everything off and fuck her against the window. But somehow, he wasn't sure the window would hold that much weight or force and the last thing he wanted to explain was how the fuck they broke a window! So with that, he pulled back a little more and pulled her shirt off, tossing it behind him on the floor. "However, I think the couch might be a better spot to take this rather than against the window, what do you think?"

"I think you need to get to walking." With that, she finally managed to get his shirt off and tossed it as well. He wasn't sure he could count how many women he had actually slept with it, he just knew it was a higher number. But still, for all of that, no woman had ever felt as Rachel did in his arms or with her skin pressed against his. And it was just skin, so feelings like that blew his mind. It also made him pull back a lot because he couldn't understand it. Sex, attraction, desire, those were things he could understand, could explain, and define. But what this woman did to him, what she made him feel, yeah, that confused him like no one's business and it scared him. "You're thinking," she mumbled as her lips worked along his neck. She bite down and pulled the skin between her teeth, causing him to growl. So, okay, in the sex field, he learned from their brief encounter that she was a lot like him; a little bit of pain was a whole lot of pleasure.

"Not thinking, just enjoying." She lifted a brow as she pulled away to look at him.

"No, you're thinking; just fucking walk, Jake. We're adults and we both want this. I'm not stopping you, so don't stop yourself." He couldn't fight that logic so he swung her around and walked back to the couch. He sat down, holding her still, and sat her on his lap. With this, he was able to look up at her and he loved it. Again, her skin was soft and sexy to him. He smirked as he reached behind her and unclasped her bra, tossing it next to her shirt. And with his free hand, he cupped one tit as his tongue swirled around her nipple. She cried and arched forward as her hands, once more; found their way into his hair. He wasn't sure how she did it, but she wiggled even more against him, and fuck if he wasn't ready to blow right then. He released her nipple with a pop and kissed the valley between her breasts before moving to the other one.

"You got to stop moving babe or I'm going to come a lot faster than you'd want." She looked down at him and God damn, she had never looked more beautiful. Her hair fell down around her face, her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her eyes were bright with desire.

"I want you, Jake."

"I want you too, Rachel." She climbed off his lap to finish stripping and his eyes landed everywhere they could. Once she kicked off her jeans and panties, she walked back over to him, and his hands grabbed her hips again, his thumb trailing over a new tattoo that was there. "What's that?" She pushed her hair behind her ear and blushed.

"Just a promise to myself." It was a rainbow done in only three colors, but there were no clouds and no pot of gold.

"A promise of what?" His hands moved around again to cup her ass and push her forward so his lips could brush the colored ink. She shivered for a brief moment and then pulled back so she could help him with his pants. Once they were gone, she rested her hands on his shoulders and moved to climb back over him, but he stopped her. "A promise of what?" She looked at him, smiling as her hand drifted downward and grabbed him so she could slide down. They both groaned and his head fell back onto the couch. "Rachel?"

"A promise to keep you the next time we did this," she stated that so clearly and the promise in her eyes made him fight hard not to explode.