“Honey—” I whispered but he didn’t reply or even look at me.
His head was tipped to the opening to the attic.
Chace’s head appeared there.
“Jesus, what’s happening?” Chace asked upon one look at his friend.
Jacob was yanking off his gloves as he said, “Come down. We need to take a ride to the station. McFarland used his one call to phone Emme and I need him in a room where I can explain that Emme ceased to exist for him the minute his f**kin’ fingers dipped in the print ink.”
Chace said nothing but his head disappeared. I heard him talking to the guys as his body appeared and he moved down the ladder.
Just to say, he had nice thighs too.
I didn’t think on that too hard. I moved to Jacob and put my hand on his chest.
His eyes tipped down to me.
Still glittering.
“Really, I made my point on the phone,” I told him.
“And I’ll make my point in person,” he told me.
“Ja—”
His hand came up and cupped my jaw and his face filled my vision.
His voice was scary when he stated, “Emme. No. Get this and get it now. No. I know this guy. You dated him for four months and you don’t know this guy. But I know this guy. And he needs to get my point in person. Yeah?”
My first thought after this pronouncement was, What would Faye do?
And I decided by his scary-glittery eyes, his stony face and his even scarier voice that Faye would advise I just nod and agree, “Yeah.”
So that was what I did.
He nodded back, stepped back and dropped his hand from my jaw.
Chace broke into our exchange by saying (also in a hard, kind of scary voice), “Let’s go.”
There it was. I was right to stand down. Even Chace thought this was important enough to get this done and get it done now, whatever it was.
“Well, uh… good luck,” I said, looking from Jacob to Chace.
Chace was scowling at me, but at my words, he smiled a smile that fortunately reached his eyes.
Jacob’s hand came back to my jaw, his fingers dug in and I was compelled to roll up to my toes, which was good seeing as that meant his head had less distance to go when his mouth landed hard on mine. The kiss was closed mouthed, short, but undeniably angry.
Even so, it still felt good.
He lifted away and muttered, “Be back soon, babe.”
I nodded.
He dropped his hand and moved away.
Chace moved in. “Boys’ll keep working.”
“Okay,” I replied. “Thanks.”
Chace jerked up his chin and moved away.
I sighed, tipped my head back and called, “Anyone need anything?”
“Beer!” was shouted back in a deep voice I didn’t recognize. But then again, I’d only been briefly introduced before Jacob put them all to work.
“Fuck, Deke, it’s barely eleven,” another deep voice said.
So that was Deke.
“I sweat, anytime I sweat, I do it drinkin’ beer,” Deke returned.
“Beer it is!” I shouted, thinking that wasn’t a bad way to go about life.
I hustled downstairs, got a bunch of beers and a bunch of bottled waters.
Then I went back to the girls and hoped that Jacob was not soon going to wipe the floor with Dane in an interrogation room at the Gnaw Bone police station and thus be fingerprinted just like Dane.
The girls knew this was my fear and further proved their genuineness when they had a mind to it and a mind to taking my mind off it.
So yeah.
Girl posse.
Maybe not so bad.
Chapter Nine
Harvey
Nine and a half hours later…
Oh God, this was…
Oh God.
“Jacob,” I whimpered, taking my hand from between my legs where I’d split my fingers to feel where I was taking his big, wide, rock-hard c**k and darted it to lay my palm flat on the headboard to steady my jerking body that was on all fours, taking his thrusts.
This was extreme.
Too much.
But somehow, I wanted more.
“Hand back between your legs, Emme,” Jacob, powering in behind me, grunted.
“I can’t,” I panted.
A second later, I felt him bend over me.
He wrapped an arm around my ribs and hauled me up, impaled on his cock.
Oh God. Fabulous.
His forearm stayed around my ribs but he lifted a hand up to cup a breast, his finger and thumb found my nipple and rolled just as his other hand plunged between my legs. His middle finger found me, pressed hard and circled.
My head fell back to his shoulder. I turned it, pressed my forehead into his neck and moaned.
“Fuck. Strawberries,” Jacob murmured against my temple. His finger between my legs started twitching and his fingers at my nipple started pulling. My h*ps jerked, I felt my sex clench tight around his c**k and he groaned, “Hurry, honey, need to move in that pu**y.”
Oh God.
Too much.
“This is… this isn’t right…” I whispered.
“It is. Hurry, Emme.”
Another pull, more twitching.
Oh God!
“Hurry, Emme.”
“Jacob… I can’t… this is… I’m gonna—”
I didn’t finish when my hands flew to his as it ripped through me, huge, leaving me raw.
Jacob bent forward, pushing me down. I felt his hand between my shoulder blades so I was cheek to the pillow, both his hands went to my hips, hauling me back as he drove in and I took him, still coming, being devoured by a cl**ax.
I opened my eyes, hands clutching his pillow at the sides of my head and felt his thrusts, the power of his body, the fullness of his invasion, and it came back.
I slid my hand out under the pillow, pressing it against the headboard, rearing back.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Jacob growled and proved what I thought was impossible—his ability to f**k me harder than he already was, because he did it.
My head jerked back, my h*ps tipped up and I cried out as it tore through me yet again.
“Keep givin’ me that,” Jacob grunted, slamming in again and again. “Give me that, Emme.”
“Honey,” I breathed, still coming, then I listened as he grunted then groaned through thrusts that were no less powerful but no longer had rhythm. They were out of control—he was out of control—and it was fantastic.
He’d found it.
I’d given it to him at the same time he’d taken it.
I loved this. I loved that I gave that to Jacob.
I also loved knowing it wasn’t me who didn’t know what I was doing.
I’d just been with two guys who didn’t know what they were doing.