No regrets

'More.''

I gasp, pushing my hips against him. I'm so agitated, so tightly wound and I need him to relieve me. Only he pulls my fingers away. Disappointment fills me and I groan in annoyance.

''Have I ever told you you're impatient?''

He chuckles in my ear.

I smile and nod my head.

''I can't help it.''

He reaches out his hand between us, rubbing over my entrance and catching me off guard. My hips press closer to him and it's like he has no control over my body, he does what he wants. He pushes inside me with a hard intake of breath, making my pulse race all over the place. I wrap my arms around his neck and his hands grab my ass, lifting me on top of him and filling me completely. I lock my ankles behind him as I wrap my legs around his waist. The cold sensations of the tiles feel deliciously erotic against the warm sensations inside me. Jake withdraws until only his head is left inside and then pushes all the way in, forcing me to scream. I push shallowly and quickly a couple of times before pulling almost all the way in again and then push back in with a decadent moan. I squeeze him as hard as I can as an orgasm coils in my stomach like a cobra. It's been so long since he's been inside me and my body revels in the sensations.

''Oh fuck...''

I growl against my flesh.

''I'm not going to last long, baby.''

His voice pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

''Faster.''

I manage to exhale.

''Faster.''

He presses me harder against the wall and sets a faster, harder rhythm. My arms tighten around his neck. I squeeze my thighs around him, tilting my pelvis. My breasts bounce as he rocks inside me. I'm surprised when my orgasm slips out of me unsuspectingly and I can't stop the screams from escaping my mouth along with it. Jake's biceps clench as he grips my hips and holds me still as he moves unevenly inside me, finding his own release. He holds me against the wall for a while longer, resting his forehead against mine. My hands caress her neck and shoulders. He closes his eyes, enjoying the attention. I slide off him just as a knock sounds at the door and Jake shields my body with his.

''Come in.''

My cheeks flush red. If there were people here... then they would have heard me.

''Jake, whenever you're ready.''

Darryl's voice rings through the bathroom, sounding tense and tired.

''I'll be down in a minute.''

Darryl closes the door and I bury my face in my hands, more embarrassed than I've ever been in my entire life.

''I can't get out.''

He pulls my hands away from my face and I drop my gaze to the floor.

''Did you enjoy it?''

His hands cup my face, tilting it toward his.

''Did you enjoy it?''

He asks again, emphasizing the question.

''Yes.''

He smiles playfully.

''Then that's all that matters.''

I can feel the delight radiating from him in waves as my cheeks darken.

We quickly dry off and go into the bedroom to get dressed. Jake tosses me a pair of black drawstring pants.

''I have clothes.''

I laugh, putting a bra in place.

''Trust me.''

She says, pulling up her own pair of gray drawstring pants, hiding her delicious nakedness.

''They're really comfortable.''

I slip on a white tank top and pull Jake's pants on. I have to tie it really tight to make it fit, but he makes no mistake. The fabric on the inside is beyond soft, almost fluffy.

''Wow, they're comfortable!''

He smiles and my heart melts. He's so handsome and I'm amazed every time I see his face, how did I get so lucky? Jake's little finger hooks around mine and leads me downstairs. There's a maid, sucking down the last of the glass at the bottom of the stairs. She nods angrily at us and pulls the vacuum cleaner out the door, leaving Jake and me alone with his equipment.

''I see you went ahead and redecorated the room.''

Darryl says, leaning on the railing at the bottom of the steps.

''I may have lost control.''

Jake responds as if it's no big deal.

''In more ways than one, I see.''

Jake pulls me behind him toward the long white couches. He pulls me into his lap, wrapping both arms around my waist. If I wasn't embarrassed enough, I now feel like throwing up. Jake plants soft kisses on the back of my shoulder. No doubt he's trying to soothe my nerves. Unfortunately, all eyes are on us... no way to ease my nerves.

''Four.''

Jackson announces, holding half a bottle of bourbon in the air. Jake drank all that?

''The bourbon makes a total of four times tonight you couldn't control yourself. Four.''

Jackson is pissed. His green eyes are narrowed at Jake and I don't like being between them. I really can't take another fight tonight.

''What the hell, Jake?''

Darryl demands.

''Don't act like fucking saints. I didn't want to go out tonight, but they nicknamed me designated driver, remember?''

Jackson exhales.

''And if you hadn't paid that stripper to give Sandra a lap dance, Donny wouldn't have gotten so horny and possessive. I don't regret punching that son of a bitch in the face and I'd do it again right now.''

Silence. No one said a word to impeach Jake.

''Anyway.''

He continues.

''How did it all go? Am I out of the tournament or not?''

I can hear the bitter disappointment in his voice and I lower my gaze to Jake's hands around my waist.

''Oh no.''

My head turns to Darryl and Jake squeezes me in reaction to his words.

''Donny refuses to affirm that it happened even though his team is desperately pushing for him to reconsider, but he won't budge. He must really hate you.''

Jake shrugs his shoulders.

''What about Polariss? They'll have a video proof.''

''It may be fancy, but it's still a strip joint run by pimps who will keep their mouths shut for money. The tapes are gone.''

''Is that it?''

I ask anxiously.