Chapter 232


    Jake holds the keys out in front of me, swinging his hand just out of reach like a torturous ything and


    I lean up to swipe them. He lifts them higher and hits my mouth with a kiss when I try for a second time.


    He has a happy yful smirk on his face and his sexy stubbly jaw looks very delicious this morning to


    match his very good mood.


    “Stop tormenting me and open the damn door.” I giggle, and step back, folding my arms across my


    chest in a no-nonsense Carrero pose. I try to appear authoritative, but he just frowns and tweaks my


    nose in the most annoying way.


    “Ask me nicely.” He grins and lifts them higher above his head with a wicked look in his eye. He’s been


    like this since he got up and I’m enjoying the return of yful Jake. It’s been almost non-existenttely


    and I can only sigh at him.


    “Please, Jake … loving, gorgeous, beautiful man of mine. Can I have the keys to our new home?


    Thank you very much!” I pout at him with a sickly-sweet voice, oozing sarcasm. My hands on his


    magnificent chest, imploringly, in a very sexy ck sweater.


    “Nope.” He turns in front of me walking toward the front door we’ve been standing a few feet from and I


    scowl, viciously, jokingly at his back.


    Asshole.


    He wants me to beg. He seems to get a kick out of ittely, torturing me over thesest few days, some


    sort of sexual gratitude. Not that I mind. Jake in fun and yful mode is almost as good as Jake in sex


    mode.


    OK not even a close almost.


    I walk up behind him sliding my hands into the butt pockets of his jeans as he unlocks the door. My


    hands t against his pert ass, enjoying the way I can grope every movement of his body. It makes me


    ache for him more and my temperature climbs as my eyes devour that muscr set of shoulders


    straining under his ck smooth knitted sweater.


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    He opens the door and pulls me in with him, pressing numbers into a keypad on the wall beside the


    door, shutting off the infernal beeping that started the second the door opened. I gaze around the grand


    entrance at the white marble floor and sweeping staircase almost a mirror image to the Carrero house


    next door with a surge ofplete excitement.


    This is ours. Jake and I have a home together, a new start. We really are home.


    He reaches behind and pulls my hands out of his pockets turning to face me, bending down to scoop


    me up in his arms. I squeal with the sudden motion and I’m met with a full-on passionate kiss. Tongues,


    teeth, and smiles.


    “Get a room.” Le’s voice cuts into our intense meeting of mouths and I lift my head as shezily


    saunters in. Jake told her we were getting the keys today and she assured him she wasing over


    as soon as, to get first dibs on a guest room. Her timing is impable.


    “I thought that’s what we were here to do?” Daniel walks in behind her and I can’t help but throw her a


    smile with raised eyebrows. He goes to ce a hand on her shoulder, and she pulls away, throwing


    him a defiant little look, met with a sigh from Hunter.


    Still torturing the boy then. Oh, Le give him a break, even a little one. He’s really trying.


    Jake told me that Le has been making life as difficult for Hunter as possible since our engagement


    party. At least he’s clinging on, so far anyway. He just needs to break through her wall of hostility and


    prove himself worthy to her. She has so much to guard considering their past history.


    “Go ahead. I’m taking Emma on a tour to refresh our memories.” Jake smiles at Daniel encouragingly,


    and we watch as he wanders off after his little hell-cat, trying to get a hold of her, being met with little


    ps on the hand each time and quiet, I don’t think so’s. It’s obvious that Le has no intention of


    letting Daniel in just yet and it amazes me that he’s following her around so tolerantly.


    “What’s going on with them?” I ask.


    “A lot of angry sex and Le trying like hell to push him away … That girl is hell bent on making him


    hurt her because it’s what she’s expecting.” He shrugs and carries me toward therge downstairs


    formal lounge, sliding me to my feet when we walk into the huge nk room. All the furniture is gone,


    despite the owners leaving some included in the sale. Jake wanted us to start from scratch and choose


    everything together.


    “And Daniel?” I look back through the door, but they’ve disappeared.


    “Has been well and truly forewarned that he only gets one shot at this. Honestly, I think he kinda likes


    her behavior, he’s always been a warped kind of guy.” Jake grins and I can’t tell if he’s joking or being


    serious. I try not to wonder too much. I know one thing for sure … Hunter needs to y this right


    because Le is done with being hurt by him; there will be no second chance this time. She wants him


    to prove he has what it takes to be with her, and she’s going to put him through a lot worse before he


    gets past that wall. I just hope he has what it takes to persevere.


    I turn my attention back to the room as Jake wanders off to pull the drapes wide open, letting the


    sunshine in and dazzling me momentarily.


    Somehow, without furniture, the ce seems monumentally bigger, the huge floor to ceiling windows


    frame the view, taking my breath away instantly. I turn slowly and scan around; this room has onerge


    open firece and a distinct marble mantle on a far wall.


    It’s hard not to imagine this room filled withfy


    furniture, expensive Christmas trees, and trimmings by a roaring log fire.


    “Dime for your thoughts?” Jake cuts into my daydream of children opening presents on a warm furry


    rug on a snowy day, and I break into a smile.


    “Just imagining this room with furniture.” I blush, a happy surge at where my mind was.


    “I was imagining this room with a huge roaring fire and serious plush rug down there.” Jake smiles and


    nods at the floor where I’d been imagining the same thing. I wonder if we had the same thoughts on the


    rug. “Great ce to fuck.” He winks cheekily.


    Yeah, I guess not.


    “I don’t know what that is.” I smile sassily, and he sighs, bopping me on the nose with a fingertip. We’ve


    been making jokes about theck of sextely. I guess in a bid to try to get our head around the


    emotional barrier that Jake still has, one I can no longer understand. We’vee so far and yet he still


    doesn’t attempt to touch me that way. I’ve never pushed because I don’t want to be rejected again.


    “Well y your cards right, shorty, and I might be talked into trying again. I can’t keep beating the shit


    out boxing bags for the next few months. I can’t handle looking at you and not doing anything about it.”


    His pained gaze tells me he’s obviously been thinking about this a whole lot more recently than he lets


    on.


    My ears prick up and I pass him my wanton look below loweredshes with more than a little hope


    simmering.


    “Keep looking at me like that and it’ll convince me to try right now.” He groans and walks off toward the


    doorway as though reeling himself back in. Jake is walking off again, like he does anytime it looks


    remotely like something will happen with us, and again that huge surge of disappointment hits me


    painfully.


    “I’m not stopping you from trying right now.” I retort huskily, throwing him my best seductive look,


    mustering all the sexual prowess I can, willing him toe back to me. He pauses in the doorway,


    appraising me for a moment. I can tell he’s arguing with himself over whether he should or shouldn’t.


    The moment is broken by a bang above our heads and we both look toward the ceiling in surprise.


    There’s another thud, not as loud this time, followed by some smaller noises and then the unmistakable


    noise of Le moaning.


    Oh, my fucking God. Really.


    “For the love of God, the wrong fucking people are christening this damned house.” Jake snarls,


    bristling at another man marking his territory and without warning he storms toward me, lifts me up


    around his waist, pulling my legs around him and backs me against the wall a little too aggressively for


    how he’s beentely.


    His mouth hits mine with force and he braces all my weight on his hips. His handse to undo my


    wool cardigan and push it back over my shoulders rapidly. He’s obviously got his mind hell bent on his


    purpose, fueled by the couple upstairs taking away what is his right in our new house. I mentally tell


    myself to thank Leter. Or Hunter, as this is probably more of a male pissing on another’s territory


    kind of thing and it’s doing the trick.


    Right now, though, I’m too zoned in on what his mouth is doing to mine, sudden exhrating heat


    coursing through me with the fact that Jake is attempting sex again finally after so freaking long. He


    stopped trying to initiate it after the first few times and judging by the intense way his hands are


    roaming over me, he’s managed to build himself into a lust-filled fury without any help from me at all.


    Okay maybe a tiny little bit of persuasion … and a lot of help from upstairs.


    His tongue slides into my mouth as I grasp my arms around his neck, our bodies pressed close, and I


    can’t help but grind against him mercilessly. Jake feels better than good, so much so that I almost


    forgot what this feels like, it’s like realizing a fantasy all over again. I slide one hand down to the hem


    off his T-shirt and yank it up. rewarded with his helping hand as his top is soon lying on the floor behind


    us exposing all that chiseled muscle and tattooed sexiness that has me panting. He pulls my dress up,


    moving his hands up my thighs slowly, his mouth trailing to my neck as I buck and arch at the way he


    feels. No sign of any wavering libido or confusing and conflicting thoughts from him anyway.


    I missed every second of this, wanted every single one of his erotic touches so badly that I’ve dreamed


    of him around me, and inside of me and woke many a time after experiencing the craziest sleep


    orgasms known to womanhood that I didn’t even know existed. The surge of pregnancy hormones has


    only served to make all those feelings more intense.


    He cups me from underneath, his thumb pulling myce panties to one side and I gasp in pleasure at


    the connection, I slide my hand to his waist band and yank open the buttons of his jeans with little effort


    … given that he’s pushed against me so hard. I slide and wiggle my fingers into his jeans, finding the


    source of what they ache for and I’m practically singing in happiness, I’m so ready for this kind of


    reunion. Long awaited.


    This is really happening, God.