Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Just gearing up for the inevitable.”
“Thanks for the confidence,” I said as I typed in the password.
“It’s gonna be a good one. You should be hoping for a C.”
Jake’s excitement about our next little adventure gave me mixed feelings to say the least.
As I scrolled down, once again, I noticed Alistair’s name before mine.
Alistair York: 90. Well, whattya know, he’s not perfect after all.
Jake leaned in. His breath hitched because he saw it before I did:
Nina Kennedy: 94.
Holy crap!
When I saw my name, I had to blink multiple times to make sure it was real. I was speechless as I turned to him.
Jake’s dimpled smile was bigger than the Joker’s, and he threw his head back. “Nina Kennedy…you fucking rock, girl,” he said as he pulled me into him hard for a congratulatory hug.
I closed my eyes and relished the heat and familiarity of being in his arms again amidst the excitement I felt at having achieved what I thought was virtually impossible. It was euphoric. My heart was beating fast against his chest.
He pulled back with his arms still on mine, and his eyes sparkled as he shook me. “Nina…you did it! You fucking did it! We have to celebrate.”
“Jake, you did this. I can’t thank you enough for all your help.”
I wanted to kiss him.
He kept smiling at me, then said, “Where do you wanna go? What do you want to do? Anything you want.”
I want to feel you inside of me.
“Actually, I know just what I want to do right now,” I said.
“What?”
“I wanna make you your favorite dessert.”
“No…come on. You shouldn’t have to cook tonight.”
“I want to,” I said. “I owe you big time for this, and I could really go for some myself. Plus, all the ingredients are still in the cabinet from last time.”
“Well, if you insist. Your Bananas Foster is like crack, so you’re not gonna hear any argument from me.”
“I didn’t think I would.”
As I gathered the pan, rum, spices and bananas, Jake leaned over the counter following me with his eyes as I moved around the kitchen.
“I am a little bummed about the excursion you’re gonna miss. It was going to be killer. But there’s always next time,” he said.
“Now you’ve got me curious about what was in store for me. Something tells me I dodged a massive bullet.”
His grin said it all. “You have no idea.”
“You’re evil,” I said, throwing a banana at him, which he caught. “You can peel. I’ll cut.”
“I can handle that. I’m good at stripping off layers slowly,” he said winking.
“I thought we established you were not, in fact, an exotic dancer.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t give private shows.”
I must have momentarily lost my mind. Even though I laughed at him, the mental images that emerged made my cutting of the bananas faster and harder. And just like that, the knife I was using slipped and plunged deeply right into my finger.
“Ow…shit!” I screamed. “Ow!”
Blood gushed out, and the pain was excruciating. Jake immediately got up grabbing my hand. “Shit. Nina!”
“Ooh, ow, ow,” I cried.
What happened in rapid succession over the next ten seconds nearly undid me. He looked around for a towel and didn’t find one. On instinct he wrapped my finger in the bottom of his shirt and squeezed it. When he lifted it out and saw that it was still bleeding badly, he took my finger into his mouth and held it there, sucking it hard to stop the bleeding.
Took.My.Finger.And.Sucked.It.
Remember that saying about experiencing pain to attain a pleasure you have never experienced before? Well, I think for the first time in my life, I actually got it.
He was completely serious, mind you, in those seconds of applying pressure to my wound. He was just trying to get the bleeding to stop. It wasn’t meant to be a turn on, but of course, everything Jake did had that effect on me whether he knew it or not, and well, this just put me over the edge.
It was not an exaggeration to say those seconds of my finger being trapped in his hot mouth while he breathed rapidly over it, were more exciting than full-on sex with Spencer had ever been, ten fold. The competing sensations of pleasure and pain were something I had never experienced together at the same time.
His mouth made a popping sound as he released my finger to the cold air, and there was a tiny bit of my blood on his lip. He took off his now stained shirt and wrapped it firmly around my finger. I couldn’t help staring at his body. It looked as if it were carved from stone.
The bleeding had slowed, but it had not stopped. “We’ll wrap it in this for now,” he said, holding my finger tightly in his shirt.
“You have some blood.” I nervously lifted my fingertip to his bottom lip, grazing the ring and wiping it lightly. “Right here.”