The Ex

Chapter Four: Out the Door

Chapter Four: Out the Door

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After my conversation with Jake, I went to apartment to drop off the groceries and feed Luke and Chewie and after that I went back to the truck and went straight to the coffee-slash-bakery to blow off some steam.

 The fact that I had seen Drew at the grocery store in just a t-shirt, hoodie and jeans and I felt a giddy and warm inside told me that I still was extremely attracted to him. And I hated it. I loathed it. I wanted to take that attraction I had towards him, make it a person and hit it repeatedly with a brick in the face so it would finally go away. I want it gone and soon.

 I got to Cupcakes and Coffee and started stress baking. I made chocolate chip cookies, --yes, I love chocolate chips-- muffins and I even made a cake. 

 I finished putting the cookies in containers to take them home and saw it was midnight, meaning Jake would be home any second. 

 I finished cleaning the mess I made, then I closed the shop just as it started raining and ran to the truck. I got to the apartment and saw that the light was on, notifying me that Jake, was indeed home already. 

I hope he's not drunk, I thought as I shut the door and locked it, putting my bag on the table next to the door. Sometimes Jake would drink on the plane or at the office and take a cab here. When he was drunk he was the biggest asshole in the world. I remember one time, he got home drunk from a business trip and told me I was fat and the biggest bitch just because I told to take a shower and brush his teeth. He slept on the couch that night with a hand-print on his cheek. 

I walked towards the kitchen and put the cookies in the fridge. Chewie came running towards me, his tale wagging from side to side. Luke was hot on his heels. 

 As I bent down to welcome them into my arms, I heard the bathroom door open and close. I looked up to see a very shirtless Jake with water beads running down his chest, standing there with nothing but a towel around his waist. 

He smirked when he saw me staring and walked slowly towards me. Jake was pretty hot and he knew that fact. His chest was sculpted to perfection and his abs speak for themselves. He was fair-skinned with blue eyes and blonde hair. He was impressively tall and his back and arms were very muscled. 

He stopped when he was in my personal space, making me crane my head to look at him in the eyes. I stood up and he put his hands on my waist, drawing me closer to him. I could feel a certain happy member pressing against my abdomen. It was my turn to smirk. 

 "You're happy to see me," I said cheekily, biting my lip. His eyes traveled down to my mouth and his eyes darkened slightly. 

"You could say that," he said, his hands cupping my ass. He pressed me against him, crushing me between him and the wall. My breath was growing heavier by the second and he hasn't kissed me yet. I'm so pathetic, I thought to myself licking my lips in anticipation. My hands were on the hard plane of his chest and my forehead my pressed against his. 

"Did you miss me?" he asked while his lips brushed mine, teasing me, making me crazy with desire. 

"Yes." I said breathless looking into his eyes. Finally, I took matter into my own hands and moved my head forwards, finally connecting our lips. His hands gave my ass a squeeze, making me moan into his mouth. My hands traveled up into his hair and I pulled at it as he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. 

Our tongues danced together and I explored every inch of his mouth with mine. He turned us around and moved us to the living room. He sat down with me on his lap, straddling him. We broke the kiss apart long enough to take off my dress and dump it on the floor. Then he unclasped my bra and starting to grope my breasts and I started grinding myself into his erection, needy for the friction.