Rumors

Chapter 22

Jake

She's here. In my shop. The one I bought just a few months ago when I moved out here to find her. To beg her to take me back.

I've wallowed in regret every single day since I drove away from her apartment. I haven't been able to find the words to say. Or decide on the actions I should take. This is the last thing I thought would happen. Her rolling up into my shop and me yelling at her for doing it. I've become accustomed to these LA city assholes doing what they want so when I heard the bike rumble in, I thought it was some pretentious asshole thinking they owned the place. They don't. I do.

Emily and I stare at each other, drinking it all in. I still don't have the words. I just have how I feel. How much I've missed her.

Eli is standing next to her, shifting uncomfortably.

"Clear the shop floor." I tell him. Eli's eyes widen. I've never done this before. Why would I?

"But the-"

"Clear it." I demand again, more serious. He nods and starts ushering everyone out. There aren't a whole lot of people here today. We were low on bookings. Emily doesn't look away from me. Eli stops back by once everyone else is out and moves into Emily's line of sight.

"You okay? Out here?" He asks and my entire body seems to vibrate with anger. Of course she's fine. Does he think I'm going to hurt her? Fuck, it might look that way with how I'm acting. I probably look like a lunatic.

"I'm fine Eli. Jake and I, uh, we have a lot of...history." She says, her tone strained. Eli nods and walks out. We're alone now. Emily looks at me again, her expression uncertain.

"Jake-I" She starts. I move forward and knock my hood back, rushing over to her and taking her face into my hands. I can't form the words but she and I were always better at showing each other how we felt, not saying it. I give her a moment to push me away, just holding her face in between my hands. Her tension melts between my palms, her face softening. Then she moves, throwing her arms around my neck and bringing me down to her. Our lips crash together and the bliss of having her, here in my arms, her lips against mine is the best oblivion I've felt in the last 6 months. It's like coming home after a long hard stay somewhere else. Like feeling sun on your skin after living in the dark. It's blissful. My hands roam over her, drinking in her feel, her taste. She opens up to me, tasting me back. We're a clash of lips, tongues and teeth. It's like we never stopped. Our bodies fit together as perfectly as they always have. Neither of us pulls away. Our breathing is heavy and fast. My cock is so hard it's fit to burst when she rocks her hips into me.

"Fuck Em." I groan into her, pushing her back.

"I've missed you saying that to me." She moans in answer. I shift her around, leaning on her bike.

"I've missed you." I tell her. I twist my leg over to sit astride her bike, pulling her with me. She straddles my hips just like she's done a hundred other times but this time, this is the one that will be forever burned into my memory. Her leathers tight against her, on her bike in my shop. She wiggles against me, pressing herself against the line of my length.

"If you keep moving like that I'm gonna fuck you on this bike." I grunt, thrusting my hips against her. Her little gasp in everything and I kiss down her jaw to her neckline. Taking in the taste of her skin, her peaches and cream scent. She rocks against me when I nip against her ear lobe. Her skin pimples.

"Maybe I want you to fuck me on my bike." She mewls, her voice low and so fucking sexy.

"I'm so fucking hard for you babe. I can barely stand it." I moan, pulling at her waist band. I quickly remove the offending pants and button myself, lining up with her. I want to drag this out, to feel her come for me but she has no intention of letting me because she pulls herself down onto my shaft before I can even object. Fuck, my hands are filthy anyway. She gasps when she takes all of me in and I steady her on me, digging my hands into her hips. I shift her up and down over me, her sweet heat clenching over me, tighter than I remember.