"Redemption Riders: Passion and Power in the Shadows"

Chapter six : Sky

Sky

The moment Jake's presence infiltrated the room, a tremor shot through me, unsteady ground beneath my feet. It was infuriating how he could disrupt my composure with a mere step. I didn't need to turn to confirm his arrival; his aura was a magnetic force I felt deep within.

Isabella's words seemed to evaporate, overshadowed by his being. Damn it, I thought, trying to regain focus amidst the chaos he invoked within me. It was like he was a physical embodiment of unfinished business, an unresolved tension that lingered over the years.

With a deep breath, I finally turned to face him, a potent mixture of irritation and fascination swirling within. It was as if he knew the effect he had on me, that enigmatic smile playing at the corners of his lips. His presence was intoxicating, flooding the room and my senses.
Despite my best efforts to concentrate on the discussion at hand, his presence was like an itch I couldn't scratch. As I met his gaze, a tangle of emotions surged within me. The way he looked at me, his eyes penetrating the layers I'd built, sent shivers down my spine. It was infuriating how he still held this power over me, how my body responded to him even after all this time.

That was him. The same guy who held me passionately in his arms and wiped away my tears. The only man before whom I allowed myself to be so weak and vulnerable. The only man to whom I surrendered both my body and my soul. The only man who lifted me to the heavens with his touch, kisses, and whispered words. I guess that's why the fall from the clouds of passion to reality hurt so much afterward. It felt like he had taken all those beautiful moments and twisted them into a painful reminder of what I'd lost.

Back then, I didn't know that the whole experience with him would cost me so much. I truly didn't even think about it. For the first time in my life, I followed my instincts and did what my heart told me, without any room for rationality. After everything Michael had put me through, Jake's words felt like a soothing balm.

He held me in his arms, so strong yet gentle, as if I were made of glass and could shatter any second. I know it wasn't a lie, everything he told me then. I'm aware he's a dangerous player and a ladies' man, but I remember how he struggled between maintaining his tough guy composure and keeping the walls around him. But the moment I gathered an inexplicable courage and empowered myself to kiss him first, his entire facade crumbled. When our lips finally parted after that passionate kiss, where neither of us could catch our breath, I recall how his eyes changed color, his pupils dilated, and he took on an animalistic look, consumed by desire. It was as if he simultaneously wanted to save me from myself and let go, yet also believed he would die if his hands stopped touching my skin. I know it's all my fault. I initiated it, I wanted to lose myself in him, to seize this chance and his proximity. I needed it, without considering how he would feel afterward.

Even after all this time, his appearance was rugged and alluring, every angle of his face an artwork of masculinity. His dark hair fell over his scholders in a way that seemed deliberately careless, and his eyes held secrets that I desperately want to know. The tension between us was palpable, a thick thread that bound us together despite our attempts to sever it.
The way he leaned against the wall exuded confidence, his posture saying more than his words ever could. It was maddening how effortlessly he could command a room, how his presence eclipsed everything else.

Sara's voice finally snapped me back to reality – "I'm sorry, I'm so scattered with this whole situation. I haven't properly introduced you two. Jake, this is my college friend, Sky. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't believe you've had the chance to meet before." Sara looked at him significantly.

Okay, this is the moment of truth. He'll either admit he knows me and swallow his pride, or we'll keep this between us like it is now. It seems that nobody ever found out what happened that day – not even Duke or Dave. Honestly, I don't think Duke could keep something like that from Sara; she has an uncanny ability to notice everything and coerce you into confessing. Throughout that seemingly eternal time, Jake hadn't once shifted his gaze from me. I could swear he hadn't even blinked.

"Indeed, we haven't met before, what a shame. That injustice must be corrected", he said in that velvety voice that I know makes all the girls weak in the knees.

"I'm Jake. At your service, miss."

I practically felt his devilish smile and piercing green eyes dig into that old wound and gnash their teeth. When I extended my hand, I couldn't help but smile, sensing how he subtly twitched at the touch – the electric jolt of our contact. He gave me his hand casually, without much pressure, as if my touch might scorch him. Well, that won't work, sir. A second before he was about to withdraw his hand, I squeezed it tighter and gave it a firm shake.

"Yes, absolutely, a colossal injustice. I wholeheartedly agree. It's truly a sin that our acquaintance didn't start earlier. But I blame Isabella for that; I know she's been shielding you from me."

The shock on his face was so satisfying. He definitely didn't expect me to be this direct and bold. Well, I'm not a kid anymore, Jake. Your charm might still spark a fire within me, but now I know how to fight fire with fire.

Jake

Fuck, how the hell did that innocent-eyed little blonde turn into this goddamn sex goddess? She looks unreal! With that porcelain skin and the flush on her cheeks, she's practically spitting out fire with every fucking word she says. Oh, fuck yeah! That's the fire in her eyes I know so damn well. They might be as blue as the deepest fucking sea, looking like glass, but with that sharp tongue of hers, you just shut the hell up and take it, just like I did three goddamn years ago.

Man, when I reached my fucking hand out, a surge of electricity shot through me at the fucking touch of her skin. Barely held back from letting out a  primal scream. What the hell is going on with me, for fuck's sake?! That day when I held her in my arms, she was so goddamn distraught and fragile, half-fucking-broken thanks to that asshole ex-boyfriend of hers—I seriously hope he's her ex. But who the fuck knows, right? These rich pricks care more about pedigree, inheritance, zeros in their bank accounts, and business connections than how someone treats their precious daughter. I goddamn hope she sent them all packing with the same fire I'm seeing in her eyes as she's throwing lightning bolts at me now. Damn, my blood's boiling just thinking she might still be with that prick.

That's why I pulled away. It's not just about my fucking pride and all that shit; it's a goddamn collision of worlds between her and me. Look at her, for fuck's sake! Gorgeous as sin and sweet as fucking honey, slim as fuck with curves in all the right fucking places. Okay, her tits could be bigger, no bullshit. But luckily, I'm an ass man, gotta admit. I am fucking surprised because they're the same size still. She could've easily gone for some massive porn star knockers with all her cash, but no, she stuck to a natural look.
My goddamn fingertips still burn just thinking about how soft and fucking smooth her skin was under my touch. That night, everywhere I grazed her, a fucking trail of goosebumps followed, 'cause she couldn't help but shudder now and then, electricity between us damn near sparking. Just what the fuck I needed right now, oh, hell no!

"It's truly a sin that our acquaintance didn't start earlier."- no shit! We got to know each other damn well, to my goddamn regret and then some. That's what happens when you experience something so fucking mind-blowing that you think you're in some fucking alternate reality, 'cause assholes like you, shit like this doesn't just happen. More truthfully, women like her don't just fucking happen to guys like me.
I really have to fucking concentrate. My dick started protesting the second our gazes locked, fighting with the zipper of my pants, wanting to burst out like a young bull in heat. I know, man, you'd like to do it all over again with her, but this ain't about you or me, it's about Sara. Now, it's about Sky too, but believe me, I'll jerk you off later, just give me a fucking break and a clear head to handle why the hell I'm here.
"Alright, Jake. I'm all yours for the next few minutes, listening to you. What information do you have to share?"- she said with that seductive half-professional tone. Just to prick me a bit more.