My legs tensed in his grip and my head fell back.
Jake ate me.
And not that he hadn’t already taken over, after he made me come with his mouth between my legs, he made me come three more times “taking over.”
It was better than making out.
Much better.
In a big way.
* * * * *
The next afternoon, with my uncle incarcerated and unable to come up with bail money, even for a minor breaking and entering (although, since he had a record, minor had turned into somewhat major), we were back at Jake’s.
And it was me who had a bag in his bedroom.
I was heading to the living room from the kitchen with a bowl of Ro-Tel dip I’d nuked and another of chips when the doorbell rang.
“Got it!” I called and moved to the door.
However I saw who it was through the windows and stopped dead.
He saw me too. I knew this when his already hard face got harder. But when I didn’t move the doorbell rang again.
“Babe? You got it?” Jake yelled from the family room.
I stared at Boston Stone through the window and yelled back, “Darling, I think you need to come here.”
I had not moved an inch before I felt Jake’s presence and then I heard him growl, “Oh no. This shit is not happening.”
He then stalked around me, threw open the door and ordered, “You get off my property in five seconds or you get to have another conversation with Coert and slapped with a restraining order.”
“It’s necessary I speak with Josephine.” I heard Boston say but I only heard it. Jake was barring the door and I couldn’t see him.
“The fuck it is. Five seconds, Stone,” Jake returned.
“I came to apologize,” Boston announced.
What on earth?
“Write her a letter,” Jake clipped.
“If I apologize, this is done,” Boston told him.
“One,” Jake started counting and it was then I moved.
I got close to him, put the bowls on the table by the door and my hand to Jake’s back.
Through this, Jake didn’t move a muscle except the ones around his mouth in order to say, “Two.”
“Jake,” I said softly.
“Three,” Jake said to Boston.
“Jake.” I pressed my hand into his back. “Please. If we can get this done, let’s do that.”
“Listen to her, Spear.”
Jake stopped counting but still didn’t move.
I pressed my hand deeper into his back.
Finally, he shifted to the side.
But barely.
Nevertheless, I had a view to Boston and he looked directly to me.
“Right, Josephine,” he bit out. “I apologize. Now call off your dog.”
I felt my brows draw together.
My dog?
Was he referring to Jake? For he couldn’t be referring to Pearl.
Could he?
“I’m uncertain what you mean, Boston, but if you’re referring to Jake or Mrs. Milshorn, that’s quite offensive.”
Boston straightened his shoulders even as he continued scowling at me. “You know what I’m talking about, Josephine. Now tell your dog I apologized and this is done.”
I straightened my shoulders as well and informed him, “I can’t control Pearl. And Jake’s right here so if it’s him you’re attempting to appease, I would suggest you do it in a less insulting manner.”
“I’m not talking about Pearl or Spear,” he ground out. “I’m talking about your other dog. The black one.”
I shook my head in confusion but this confusion was cleared when Jake murmured, “Amond, babe.”
I looked up at him to see he was struggling to keep his composure and that was to say he looked like he wanted badly to smile but was fighting it.
“Amo…?” I started then the light dawned and I stared at Jake.
Then I looked to Boston Stone.
“Are you speaking of my friend, Dee-Amond?” I queried.
“What I’m speaking of is that I was told if I apologized directly to you and made you the promise that I would no longer involve myself in your life in any capacity, some difficulties I’ve suddenly found myself facing would disappear. So I’m apologizing directly to you. I will no longer involve myself in your life in any capacity. Now, I request that you phone your friend and share this with him.”
Suddenly, it was me having difficulty fighting back my smile.
Through this struggle, however, I told him, “There is one small matter that needs addressing.”
A muscle jerked in his cheek before he asked, “And that would be?”
“My uncle has no way home and I’d like him to go home and stay there. I’ll drop the charges against him if you would see to that issue and that would be, getting him home and giving him plenty of incentive to stay there.”
Boston said nothing, just scowled at me.
So I continued.
“And that would be plenty of incentive, Boston. Alas, he’s a greedy man and he’s also an unpleasant one. Unless you’re certain to neutralize him, since he knows where to find me and what I have, it is likely he’ll continue to bother me until the day he dies.”
“Which could be any day, Josephine. He’s not exactly young,” Boston pointed out.
“He also shouldn’t be my problem,” I said softly. “And wouldn’t be if you had left well enough alone. That’s your mess, Boston. Clean it up or I make no calls.”
He drew in a deep breath, his neck going red before he said, “I’ll deal with your uncle.”
“Then I’ll be certain to call my friend when I have time,” I assured him.
“At your earliest convenience, if you wouldn’t mind,” he clipped.
“Of course. However, the Ravens are playing and I rather like their uniforms so it’ll have to be after the game.”
Jake made a strangled noise and Boston’s jaw clenched.
Then he forced out, “My gratitude.”
“Have a lovely Sunday, Boston,” I bid him.
He scowled at me, didn’t even look at Jake, turned and stormed down to his Mercedes.
Jake gently shoved me back with a hand in my belly, shut the door and locked it.
I looked up at him and burst into laughter. In the midst of doing this, his arms closed around me so I got to finish it with my arms around his neck and my face in his chest.
It felt so nice laughing in Jake’s arms I made a mental note to do it more often.
Perhaps once a day.
When my laughter was dying I looked up into his smiling face.
“Perhaps I should call Amond,” I suggested.
“It’s only first quarter. You got most of the game to appreciate the Ravens’ uniforms,” he replied.
“Yo!” Ethan shouted from the living room at this point. “What’s taking so long with the dip? I’m starved!”
And that made me burst out laughing again so I shoved my face in Jake’s chest and held on tight doing it.
Therefore it was then I amended my mental note do to this more often.
I wouldn’t aim for once a day.
I’d aim for at least twice.
“I’ll go nuke the dip again,” I told Jake.
“I’ll take in the chips,” he told me.
“All right,” I agreed but he didn’t let me go.
I would know why when he asked, “You good?”
The look in his eyes and expression on his face changed the instant I answered, “Of course. I have you.”
I loved the look in his eyes and expression on his face. I loved it so much, I wanted to give it to him again.
Regularly.
But I wouldn’t aim for once a day.
I’d aim for at least twice.
Chapter Nineteen
Good Answer
“That’s it, baby!” Alyssa shrieked at Junior fighting in the ring. “Mess him up! You know mama likes it like that!”