Giving Away by Lola King

CHAPTER 19

‘I’m naked, I’m numb,

I’m stupid, I’m staying

And if Cupid’s got a gun

Then he’s shootin’’

Until We Bleed – Kleerup, Lykke Li

Jamie

“I think cotton candy wasn’t such a good idea for you,” Jake laughs as I jump on my seat. “Sugar rush.”

He’s driving next to me on our way back from the fair. We went to say goodbye to the Murrays at the airport and stopped at the fair on the way back. I hate rides so, really, we just stopped for cotton candy.

I’m overly excited because tomorrow is my birthday. I’m turning eighteen. It’s also New Year’s Day and I can’t wait to celebrate with Jake.

Chris and Rose have headed to Camila’s New Year’s Eve party to celebrate at midnight. Jake didn’t want to attend, and I couldn’t agree more. The last thing I want is to turn eighteen at Camila Diaz’s house so she can ruin my night.

Jake has a surprise for me tomorrow afternoon, but I’m guessing it’ll include Emily and the rest of his gang and I’m looking forward to spending the night with just the two of us. We’re always surrounded by everyone, especially during the school break when the Murrays were here. Rose wasn’t going out as much, Chris is always around except when he sneaks out to see his mysterious girlfriend, whom we’re not totally sure exists anymore.

We know we’ve got the house to ourselves tonight, and for once we’re actually going to stay inside the main house. Even the staff isn’t there for New Year’s Eve.

Jake throws the house keys on a side table as we get in and I shriek when my feet suddenly leave the ground. I laugh as he carries me up the stairs and throws me on the bed in one of the guest rooms.

We take a bath together, drink champagne and he cooks for me. Who knew Jake fucking White could cook?

“What about now?” I ask cheekily as I put another fork of delicious lasagna in my mouth.

He chuckles and puts his fork down to get more of the food from the dish. This guy eats so much.

“No, Jamie. You’ll get your present at midnight, as I wish you a happy New Year. You’ll have to give me a kiss first though.”

I smile back at him, falling for him all over again when his dimples show on his beautiful face.

“But I can’t wait,” I fake pout. “Give me clues!”

“You’ll see,” he winks.

He clears both our plates when we’re finished, and we settle on the sofa with ice cream. It quickly turns into tasting each other’s ice creams then from each other’s mouth. Jake grabs my waist, gets up, and lays us both down on the floor.

“I like how ice cream tastes in your mouth,” he murmurs.

“Do you?” I giggle as he pulls my t-shirt up, exposing my breasts.

“Yes. Let’s see how it tastes from your gorgeous nipples.”

He digs his spoon in the bowl of vanilla ice cream and spreads the frozen sweetness on both my nipples. I gasp at the cold, my buds tightening, the next second his warm lips and tongue overtake me, and I melt into him. He licks at both my nipples, grazing his teeth against them, making me writhe in pleasure.

“Jake,” I gasp. “Shit, that feels so good. Fuck.” The contrast between the frozen ice cream and the warmth of his body is driving me insane. The wetness spreading between my legs is becoming a desperate invitation,

“What are those filthy words coming out of your mouth, Angel? Swearing is not for you, I thought we established that.”

He rids me of my jeans and soon enough my panties follow.

“Say ‘I’m sorry for being a bad girl’,” he growls as the spoon goes back into the vanilla.

“What?” I don’t have time to wonder for more than a split second because the cold spoon is against my clit in the next, making my lungs beg for air as my mouth falls slack.

“You heard me. Say it.” He rubs the freezing spoon against my clit and I moan desperately.

“I’m sorry,” I mewl as he slows his movement and I rub myself against the spoon shamelessly.

He presses way too hard against my clit, making me scream in pleasure mixed with pain. “That’s not what I said.” This time, his voice is dark, anger rumbling in his chest at me refusing to give him complete control.

My heartbeat picks up, my wetness doubles. I didn’t mean to get him angry, but I love it so much when he is.

He presses harder, and the words tumble out of my mouth. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl.” My voice is whiny, desperate for more of him.

“Atta girl, now wouldn’t it be safer to prevent more of those curses from escaping your beautiful lips?”

The spoon retreats. My lips form a pout. It’s back, colder, the rubbing torturously slow. I nod at Jake’s statement. “Yes,” I pant. “Yes, it would be.”

“Ding, ding,” he taunts. “Good answer.”

It’s when I feel fabric against my lips that I understand my eyes have closed. They snap open, just to watch him pushing against my lips and the smirk forming on his own. “Open like a good girl.”

I do.

He pushes my pale pink lace panties far into my mouth, gagging me with them, and the next second, the spoon is gone again.

I protest, but only a muffled sound comes out.

“I’m sorry that wasn’t quite clear,” he mocks me. I go to grab the panties from my mouth, but his gaze darkens. “Do you have a death wish? Don’t you fucking move.”

I could take them out, my hands are free, and Jake would never truly hurt me. I simply don’t want to.

I watch him bring the spoon to his lips, slide it into his mouth and moan in pleasure. “You taste way better than ice cream, my sweet Angel.”

He doesn’t take time for more teasing. I think licking the spoon tipped him over the edge. He grabs my hips to flip me around and pulls back, talking as I hear him take off his jeans. “Spread yourself for me.”

Knowing exactly what he wants, I reach back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks for him, opening myself completely.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes out. He rubs his dick between my lips, coating himself in my wetness and I moan into my panties.

He enters me in such a strong thrust, my cheek grazes against the living room carpet. I scream in pleasure, in surprise, in the delicious pain of being stretched and completely full.

He fucks me relentlessly, groaning how much he loves me. “I’m going to love you forever, you know that? I’ll never let you go, you’re mine. All.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. “Now come for me.”

It’s like my brain waits for Jake’s authorization to release the chemicals that bring me a phenomenal orgasm. I scream into my panties as he unleashes mercilessly on my body. When one of my hands slips, he administers a hard slap on my cheek before spreading it himself. “Naughty girl can’t keep her position,” he growls. Another thrust, another scream, he’s got my burning ass cheek in a bruising grip.

“Fuck!” he barks as he orgasms. “Fuck, Jamie.” His voice breaks as he slows down and falls on top of me.

I lay there, completely high off him. Completely satisfied in our bubble of happiness, love, and orgasms.

For a long minute, we both lie there. It’s not until Jake spins me back around and takes the panties out of my mouth that I realize I had just left them there.

“I should shower,” I breathe out another ten minutes later. We’re both still lying on the floor naked, next to the sofa where it all started. My body is covered in ice cream, stickiness making me feel dirty between my legs.

“Mm, can I join?” he smiles.

I laugh and give him a chaste kiss. “No, it’s almost midnight. Next thing you’re getting is your New Year’s kiss.”

I get up and head for the en suite bathroom inside a guest room. Jake joins me mid-shower because he doesn’t care whether I told him he could or not. He realizes the time when we’re both drying ourselves and practically jumps in his clothes.

“Shit! It’s five to. I’ll be back in one minute. You do not move from here.”

I take time to get dressed, brush my hair, and lie down on the bed, daydreaming about the very same person that was here with me a minute ago. I check the time on my phone. It’s 11:59 pm. I sigh, I can’t believe he’s going to miss the new year because he came to shower with me. I let my head fall on the pillow. All the sex tonight made me sleepy. I rest my eyes for a second and the next thing I know I jump up. I can’t believe I fell asleep. I check the time again. Shit, I slept for ten minutes.

Wait.

Jake has been gone for more than ten minutes. That’s a bit strange. Maybe he’s setting something up downstairs? I should go check on him.

But he said not to leave the room. I don’t want to ruin whatever he’s got planned.

I settle on calling him to check on him. I grab my phone again and tap his name on my screen. The phone rings in the room straight away. I pick up his phone on the nightstand and watch my name and picture on the screen. I hang up and my face disappears. In no way do I mean to pry, but I notice a familiar name on the screen straight away.

Nate.

I can’t help it. Curiosity eats at me and I unlock Jake’s phone. We trust each other enough to know our passwords, and I sincerely hope he won’t be mad that I’m checking. But I have to.

I go on the conversation with Nate straight away, trying not to look at anything and invade his privacy more than I already am.

“What the hell,” I whisper in shock.

They’ve been talking for weeks. Part of the conversation is about me. Nate has been threatening his brother. In countless texts, he tells him he’ll regret it if he doesn’t break up with me. There are too many threats for me to count but they don’t include only me. He also talks about the change of guardians. Jake replies once in a while. Mainly to stir the pot when it comes to me.

In other texts, Nate is saying Rose is with Sam and to pick her up because he doesn’t want them hanging out. Since Jake sent a video of him and Rose burning another pile of paperwork from the lawyer there have been very few texts.

A dark feeling starts to creep up my stomach and I stand up from the bed.

Where is Jake?

I scroll to the latest message and my heart drops from my chest to crash in my stomach. In a split second, I feel sick and the need to sit down comes back. I drop on the bed again, looking down at Jake’s phone.

Three days ago, Nate sent another text to reply to the video.

Nate: About time to stop fucking around. Sign. I know Mateo will ask me to make you sign if you don’t do it on your own accord.

Nate’s text isn’t what makes me feel lightheaded, it’s not what freezes my blood. No, the worst is Jake’s response.

Jake: Try your best.

I know instantly that something is wrong. It’s 12:27 am and Jake still hasn’t come back up. I jump up from the bed, my heart beating so hard it resonates in my ears. I’m probably too late. Nathan did something. I don’t know what, but Jake is not well. I can feel it in my bones, so deep in my body that I already ache for him.