My Hookup Girl Page 6

  I walk to the front porch and she’s already opening the screen door and stepping out. I hope one day if I have kids, I look half as beautiful as she does while pregnant. Lee’s one of those women that was meant to be a mom. She’s so caring and sensitive. I know she’s going to be the best. Hunter couldn’t have chosen a better wife.

  “Hey, city girl!” Lee’s white cotton dress billows over her large stomach. She rubs her tummy. I smile at the gesture. She can’t wait to hold her baby girl.

  “Hey, country girl.” I scale the steps and we embrace.

  “What’s on your mind? How’s everything going with Jake? You two didn’t have a fight, did you? I can have Hunter talk to him.”

  I hold up my hands for her to slow down. “Whoa there, Nelly. We’re just having fun. Jake has made it crystal clear that we’re not seeing each other. I just have a few questions about him. I’d love some sweet tea first, though.”

  “Oh my gosh. Where are my manners? I’m sorry, Evie. Come on in. I made a fresh batch this morning. We can pour our drinks and then rock out on the front porch. I’m feeling stifled being in the house day after day. Hunter has put me on house arrest. He thinks I’m going to pop any minute. Which, is probably true.” She giggles.

  I take a deep breath and relax. This is what I needed; a cold drink of tea and a good talk with my best friend.

  We grab our drinks and sit out on the front porch in the rocking chairs. It would be nice to live out here, well visit anyway. I think I’m a city girl through and through. I couldn’t imagine this much quiet all the time. It’s nice to get away though. That’s another reason I couldn’t imagine living in Rose Cottage anymore. I’d be too damn restless in that old house by myself. I needed to move to the city.

  Lee is unusually quiet. I’m sure she’s waiting for me to start talking. I smile. I know this is killing her to wait on information like this. She’s so excited Jake and I are, well, doing stuff together. I know she’s thinks we’ll marry like them and have babies right away, but I know it’s not in the cards for us. I can’t imagine a man like Jake settling down. I don’t even know if I want to have kids. I can be happy just seeing my best friend married and with a family.

  “So, what happened with Melissa and Jake in college?” My eyes are focused on one of the boards that make up the porch. I don’t want my face betraying the feelings I have for Jake. I wish I was getting this information directly from the source but Jake isn’t opening up to me.

  “Oh. Well, I don’t know the specifics. I just know that they were, or at least he was, head over heels. On his birthday she broke it off with him. I don’t even know if she gave him an excuse or anything. I just know it was really abrupt and caught him off guard. So sad.” Lee takes a sip of her tea and looks contemplative. I wonder if she’s thinking back to when her and Hunter broke up. It was so tough on her. A few times, I didn’t think she would make it out on the other side. Hunter finally got his head out of his ass and went after her. Then, I think about what she just told me.

  “What kind of bitch dumps a guy on his birthday? That’s just wrong. No wonder he doesn’t want to be in a relationship.” I can’t even imagine doing that to someone. I would be brokenhearted too. It makes me want to find this Melissa and tell her she gives us girls a bad name. Damn. “When’s his birthday?”

  “Oh, yeah. Speaking of which, his birthday is actually this Friday. He never wants to celebrate it though. Last year Hunter and I invited him over for dinner, but he politely declined. I attempted to reach out to him again this year, but he said he already had plans.” Hmm, an idea forms in my head and I think I know how to turn this around.

  “Plans, you say?”

  “Yeah, I think it’s work related though. You should just kidnap him.” Lee giggles. Bingo!

  “You’re a genius Lee. I think kidnapping is the ticket. It’s what’s going to make this whole thing work. I need your help.” I’m sure my grin looks evil from Lee’s slightly horrified face, but I don’t care. I’m going to make his birthday one to remember.

  I tell Lee my plan and after that, she’s all in. I leave on cloud nine. This is going to be perfect. Jake will see not all women are trolls and I’ll get laid. It’s a win-win. After Jake said this wasn’t a relationship, I’m not going to lie, it hurt. It made me feel like I wasn’t date worthy. I know that wasn’t his intention. He was trying to be clear of what this is to him. I actually appreciate his honesty but it hit a nerve with me. I know in my gut I’d like to date Jake. I think we’re really compatible. Maybe if he sees that some women aren’t like that, like me, he might open himself up to a relationship.

  I know this is crazy. I’m flying by the seat of my pants. I’m getting swept up in a guy. It hasn’t been long, but it seems the more time I spend with him the more I get him and could potentially see something coming out of this. I’ve been in denial for a while, but with this new information about Jake, I can see light at the end of the tunnel. I want him to feel wanted and appreciated again. He probably hasn’t felt that way in a long while.

  This is so unlike me too. I’m not really a relationship person either, well not after Jerry Smite. But I think I can help him heal and maybe he can do the same for me. God, I sound like such a sap. It’s him though. He’s getting into my bones. Jake is like a virus attacking all my barriers and defenses. Maybe this won’t last, but I think we can give each other something we’re both missing. I need to gain back trust, especially from men. Jake needs the same thing from a woman. I’d love to restore my faith in men again. I don’t know if Jake is up for it, but I know I am.

  I don’t hear from Jake all week. It doesn’t surprise me. I’ve been hard at work on my new account all week. I’ve already ironed out all the details and am ready to pitch it to the Cubin’s. Trent reluctantly signed off on it. He wanted to draw it out a little longer, but Mr. Cubin wants to hear from me next week, so we needed to get the ball rolling. Trent didn’t agree with some of my concepts, but I purposely left it till the last day to show him. His hands were tied. I smile to myself.

  I look up at the clock on my office wall. It’s five o’clock already. It’s Friday, Jake’s birthday and almost party time. I know Jake works till six and he has a meeting at seven, thanks to Lee. He’ll probably come home and change first or have a drink. I’ve planned everything perfectly. I grab my jacket and purse and head out the door. It doesn’t take me long to get to his apartment; it’s around the corner from my office.

  I know this is a little presumptuous of me, but I know he likes me and I’d like to give him a treat for his birthday. I brought a bunch of balloons with me. I also have a cake I had made for him. I can’t bake worth shit. That’s why Lee practically fed me all through college. I’m great at ordering takeout. Lee also said Jake likes chocolate. That, I’m betting on.

  I knock on his door and wait. I hear the door unlock and see a surprised Jake. “Hey.” This the first time I’ve seen Jake Westley rumpled. His tie is off and his dress shirt is untucked. He’s gorgeous. He also looks happy to see me.

  “Hi. Happy Birthday!” I hold up the cake and give him the balloons. Jake scratches the back of his neck. He seems to be blushing. I giggle at him.

  “Thanks. I don’t know what to say. I didn’t expect this.” He opens the door wide for me and I enter his loft. I head into the kitchen to set his cake down. I leave my coat on and hold onto my tote.

  “Can I take your coat?”

  I shake my head.

  “Okay.” He shoves his hands in his pants and looks confused.

  “I want to set up your birthday present in your room. Do you mind?”

  He smiles a sexy smile and I bite my lip. He reaches for me and pulls me to him. He tries to peek down my coat.

  “Are you wearing my birthday gift, Evie?”

  I slap at his hand and he chuckles.

  “Maybe, no peeking. Bad boy.” I move to go to his bedroom.

  “Hey.”

  Turning around, I look at him.

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p; “I just wanted to say, I’m sorry for the other day. I’ve been on edge lately. My birthday is not usually something I celebrate. This time of year is hard for me.”

  I lean into him and give him a sweet kiss. “Well, I’m about to cheer you up, birthday boy.”

  He definitely blushes this time. I laugh and head to his bedroom.

  “Thanks, Evie.”

  I yell from his bedroom, “I haven’t even given you your present yet.” That’s when I hear the sweetest words he’s ever said to me.

  “Yes, you have.”

  I almost rush in there and forget my plan, but I want this to be special for him. Closing the door, I get to work. I call out to Jake when I’m ready. He slowly opens his bedroom door and freezes in his tracks.

  “Happy Birthday, Jake!” I’m lying naked on his bed with a tea candle on my tummy. The candle is lit. I have chocolate syrup decorated over my body. It’s drizzled on my breasts, my lips, and my mound. I did have foresight to bring a towel to lie down on, so I don’t make a mess of his bed. Jake’s standing like a statue. It’s priceless. “Well, make a wish and blow out the candle.”

  He smirks. Jake saunters over and braces himself over my body, perpendicular to me. He blows lightly across my stomach and the candle goes out.

  “What did you wish for?” I move the candle from my stomach on to a table beside his bed.

  He smiles and captures my lips and sucks off the chocolate syrup. I grab the back of his head. I really missed this. It seems from his reaction that he did too. “How’d you know I like chocolate?” he mumbles against my lips. It doesn’t go unnoticed that he didn’t answer my question about what he wished for.

  I sigh against him, careful not to get any chocolate syrup on him. “Lenora told me.”

  “Of course she did.” He smiles and moves his lips down to my chest. My nipples are covered in chocolate syrup. I’ve done a few things with guys, handcuffs included, but I’ve never played with syrup. Let me tell you, it’s divine. I moan as his tongue moves in circles around my nipple. Jake laps up all the chocolate, every last drop.

  “Jake.” I can’t wait until he reaches the syrup on my pussy. I’m wiggling a little. I can feel it dripping down my lips.

  “Mmm. You taste so good. This is a nice surprise. After my tough day, I can’t think of anything better than you sprawled out on my bed naked, drizzled with chocolate syrup.”

  I squeal when he moves down to my core.

  “Is this my birthday pussy?”

  “Yes,” I groan.

  He takes a small taste. Meanwhile, I’m writhing under him. I wish he was naked.

  “I think you should take off your clothes, so you don’t get syrup on them.” I smile.

  He knows what I’m up to, but he obliges. Jake moves away and unbuttons his shirt. Now, it’s like my birthday. His shirt falls from his shoulders and I lick my lips. He begins to unbuckle his belt. My hands clutch the towel under me.

  “Jake.” I need him. His pants fall and hallelujah he went commando. Fuck, he has a gorgeous cock.

  “Okay, let me unwrap my present. Open those gorgeous legs. I want to devour my gift.” He kneels between my legs and pulls them apart. My wet core gets a hit of cool air across it. I close my eyes as his hands slide down my legs to the apex of my thighs. Then, his lips follow the path of his hands until I feel his mouth where I need it the most. He’s gentle and soft at first, but he must sense my need. Jake is soon devouring my pussy just like he said he would. He licks it clean of all the syrup. His tongue is rough against my clit. I’m moaning and encouraging him not to stop.

  “Yes, Jake.” My hips grind against his mouth. It’s heaven.

  Jake does this magical twirling thing and soon I’m seeing stars. He moans as I crash on his tongue. He laps at my juices. Jake is the only man who’s ever made me feel this sexed up. I try and focus, since this is only step one of my plan. When I’ve come to my senses and have control over my body again, I sit up and guide him to lie on the bed.

  “It’s my turn.”

  He smiles and crosses his arms behind his head. He has no idea what I have in store for him.

  I grab the bandana under the comforter and hover over him. I distract Jake with a searing kiss. Before he realizes it, I have his wrists confined and at my mercy.

  “Evie? I have a meeting soon. Why are you tying me up?” He looks a little worried. Good. He should be worried.

  “There’s no meeting tonight, unless you count this one.” I wink. “I’m kidnapping you tonight. You’re all mine.” I give him a devious smile. I can’t tell if he’s terrified or excited. This is all going according to plan. I wasn’t sure how he’d react when I arrived on his doorstep. I’m glad he was happy to see me.

  “You’re kidnapping me?” His eyebrows shoot up. Jake tries to wiggle free, but I just giggle. I drag my fingernails up and down his legs. He hisses through his teeth. I’m loving his body at my mercy. I almost want to put on a leather outfit and make him my boy toy. I’m not that patient. I want to get to the cock love.

  “Just relax, Jake. I’m going to make you feel good on your birthday.” I kneel between his legs. I can’t wait to torture him with my tongue and he won’t be able to move. My hands move up to grasp his dick. I give the tip a kiss and Jake moans. Then, I give him one long lick. He’s always in control in every situation he’s in. I like having the tables turned on him. Jake seems to let me take the reins on this for now. I feel so powerful, pleasing this man with my lips and tongue.

  “Fuck, Evie. This is so hot.” Jake groans when I envelop him in my mouth. His masculine taste hits my tongue. His reactions are turning me on. I cup his balls and roll them in my hand while I pump his base with the other.

  “Do you want to finish in my mouth or in my pussy?” I ask as I pop off his dick. I wait as he stares at my naked body. His gaze hits my breasts. I’ll let the birthday boy decide where he wants to finish.

  “I want you to rub my dick between your tits and then, I want to finish in your pussy.” He smiles. Dirty Boy. I have to give him credit, he has really good ideas. I grab the lube on the nightstand. I always come prepared, and squeeze a large dollop in my hand and rub it sensually between my breasts. All the while, Jake is watching me caress my breasts and pinch my nipples. I want him to beg for them. He’s biting his lip. His eyes tell me he wants to touch me so bad. It’s stimulating. I can’t wait to ride him.

  I grab his glorious cock and encase it between my breasts. I give his shaft a few long strokes holding my breasts together for him. Jake moans. His head hits the pillow and he closes his eyes with his mouth open. It looks like he’s being tortured, a very sweet torture. I smile at him, encouraging. I love being able to rattle the indomitable Jake Westley. I finally have him writhing on the bed, wanting and needing me.

  “Mmm, okay. Evie, you need to stop. I want to come in your pussy. Shit.”

  I do one more stroke for fun and then sit up. His breathing is heavy and Jake’s giving me a dark sexy look that makes me even wetter. I grab the condom I had stashed on the bed and roll it on him. I crawl up his ripped body and give him a sweet kiss on the lips.

  “You want more, birthday boy?”

  He nods his head. I continue to kiss him and settle over his cock. When I slide down his shaft, we both moan in unison. He’s so hot and firm inside me. I slowly rise back up again and slowly dip down. I’m slightly torturing us both, but I want to savor this.

  “I love your cock.” I sigh.

  “Mmm, yeah. Love it. Love my cock.” He’s trying to pump his hips up a little faster. I take that as my cue to ride him harder. Soon, I’m fucking him like my life depends on it. I’m desperate for this orgasm. I’ve been aching since he sauntered in the room and gazed at me like I was the best surprise ever. We’re both lightly misted with sweat and it makes for less traction. “Fuck. Come on my dick, Evie.”

  There’s that dirty talk. I grind my pelvis and feel little tingles as my orgasm rises to the surface. Soon, I’m shot up t
o that heavenly place only Jake can take me. I scream “yes” as I rotate my hips. I hear him come loudly as well.

  “Oh God. Fuck. Shit,” Jake yells out.

  I giggle as I come off my high. That was without a doubt the best birthday gift I’ve ever given and I got one hell of an orgasm in return.

  “Happy Birthday, Jake.” I sweetly kiss him, which he deepens. I grab his face and we make out until he tells me his arms and legs are asleep. Jumping off him, I grab at the knot on the bandana. After I untie it, I massage his wrists and arms until blood flow is back to normal.

  Jake sits up and drags me to his lap. “Thank you. That was without a doubt the best birthday gift of my life.” He kisses me on the head and then slides me off him. I blush at his compliment. Jake moves to the bathroom to wash up. I did it. I had this alpha male at my mercy and he loved every second of it, as did I. I can see this being a tradition. My thoughts are quickly disintegrated when I remember this is just a hookup. I quickly push aside those ideas and concentrate on the task at hand. There’s still a phase three.

  “Oh, we have cake too.”

  He turns from the bathroom counter and gives me a devious look. “I’d rather eat you again.” Jake winks.

  10

  I sing “Happy Birthday” while Jake grumbles through the whole song. Then I cut the chocolate cake and we consume half it, feeding each other bites. It’s very romantic and domestic. Every once in a while, I get this feeling that we’re a real couple. Then I remember that’s not possible with someone like Jake. He’s been hurt badly and obviously never wants to try the relationship route again.

  I used to be on the same page with him. I never wanted to be with a man again for the longest time after Jerry, but my vagina got depressed and I needed to feed the monster. My vibrators were just not cutting it anymore. I needed to feel a man against me; feel him caress me, lick me, and bite me. I’ve missed this intimacy with a man so much. I need to stop getting caught up in the little things and remember the big picture. This is only a hookup. Which, I’ve had to remind myself twice already tonight. I might be getting in a little over my head.