“I’m just kidding, truth is, I wanted to ask you a long time ago, but I didn’t want you to think I was asking you with like… other intentions. I dunno,” I shrug. “I just didn’t want you to think that you… that we… had to go there as something… like… you know… like in a relationship or something. And if I asked you too soon you’d think it was just my pity talking and you’d say no and then your pride would get in the way when you realized there were no other options and you’d flake out on college all together, or become a stripper, and I really don’t want that. I just wanted to ma-"

“Jake, stop!” she says, giggling. I’m rambling like an idiot.

The thing is, I really want her to move in with me, even if it’s separate rooms. I just want to be around her, all the time, any way I can. Forever.

“Are you sure?” she asks cautiously.

“More sure than anything, ever.”

“Okay,” she smiles.

“Okay? As in okay, you’re gonna move in with me?” I’m so hopeful, a huge teeth bearing grin overtakes my face.

She nods her head a few times, smiling back.

“You, Mikayla Jones, have just made me so happy.” I pull her closer to me. She’s straddling my waist now, in her bikini. I grab her ass once and kiss her forehead, I want to do more but she pushes me away and stands up.

“I have so much planning and decorating to do,” she says, walking backwards away from me. “When can we go see it?”

“We can take a trip tomorrow if you want, I have photos of it on my computer we can look at.”

“Well, come on then, show me…” She stalks towards the house.

“Sure,” I yell out. “Just… I need a minute,” I say, holding up a finger.

She stops and looks at me questioningly. I point to my dick. She laughs out loud, shaking her head and walking through the back door. I got it bad.

Chapter 31

*Jake*

After my dick settles, I head up to my room to get my Macbook and show her the pictures of my house. Our house.

When I get to my room, she’s already there, sitting on the bed, still in her goddamn bikini.

I don’t look at her too long because I know I’m already hard again and I haven’t even touched her. Her, in that bikini, with so little between us, on my bed.

Kill me.

I try to keep my breathing even and try not to trip over my own feet as I walk to sit at my desk. I open my macbook and switch it on, then turn around to tell her a bit about the house.

When I turn she’s right in front of me, my eyes level with her tits, her nipples poking out through her bikini top.

Fuck.

She sits on my lap and turns us in the chair so were facing my desk again. She’s wearing virtually nothing and I’m in workout shorts, the material so thin I’m sure we can feel each other.

She makes a strangled moan as she situates herself to get more comfortable. On. My. Dick.

I rest my chin on her shoulder and start pressing buttons on my macbook to bring up the photos.

Her hair smells like roses, it always smells like roses. I run my nose across her jaw, breathing her in.

She sighs and moves on me, moaning so quietly you’d miss it if it wasn’t the only sound in the room.

I have to clear my throat a few times before words even begin to come out.

“So, this is the house from the outside…” I start, trying so hard to keep my mind from going where it’s going.

“Uhuh,” she says, but her eyes are closed and she’s breathing heavily.

My mouth goes dry.

I move to the next picture.

“And this is the kitchen…”

“mmhmm” her eyes are still closed, her lips parted, almost panting. She’s moving on me, so slowly.

I move to the next one.

“And this is-"

My words get cut off when she grabs my hand and lowers it to her stomach, lower and lower until they’re down her bikini bottoms and I’m touching her.

“Fuck,” I grunt out into her shoulder, as she starts riding my fingers. My dick is so fricken hard I could swing it and hit a home run.

She starts moaning and moving and I can feel her wetness leaking on knuckles. I start to kiss her neck, but she abruptly stands up.

I look at her confused.

Then she turns and sits back down, straddling me, on my chair. She’s kissing my neck and trying to rip my shirt off at the same time, grinding on me, and I’m so fucking close I can’t handle it. I take my cap of and she takes it from my hands. I remove my shirt and she puts my cap back on, backwards, “Keep this on,” she says huskily.

Shit.

We stare at each other for a minute before she starts running her hands over my chest, taking me in, her delicate hands roaming. My hands move from her waist, higher, until my thumbs are at the bottom of her breasts. I move them higher to rub her nipples through the thin material of her bikini.

She moans and her head falls backwards, giving me perfect access to her neck. I take it with my mouth and start kissing, licking, sucking… moving lower and lower until her nipple is in my mouth and she’s grinding on me, moaning with every movement. My hands move to go under the front of her bikini but she grabs it and opens her eyes. My mind’s so buzzed with lust I have no idea what’s going on. She’s still holding my hand when she whispers, “Lock your door, Jake.”

So I do.

I roll us in the chair, in the same position, over to my door, and I lock it.