Obsession (Stalker #1) (8 page)

“Abby, are you ok in there?” he whispers.

“Yeah, your counter just jumped up and bit my head, is all.”

Fuck it, I’m done. I open the door and there I see Jake on his massive bed in his shorts. His hoodie is gone and I see his bare chest. He’s inked up. I lick my lips.
Damn, he looks delicious!

“Abby, come here, baby,” he says, patting the bed beside him. I take off my boots and they
thunk
to the floor. I walk over to the bed and climb on. Why do I feel so nervous?

“Here, I brought you some water and some aspirin to take so you don’t feel like shit in the morning, ok?”

I nod and take his offering, and drink the entire glass.

“Jake, do you still like me even though I’m totally drunk right now?”

He looks at me. “Abby, I more than like you. I couldn’t be happier that you wanted to come here tonight. I’ll take you any way I can have you at any time.”

“Wow, I don’t think anyone’s ever been this nice to me before. Why are you so good to me?”

“That’s a conversation for another day, but, I think you know why.” Jake pushes me backwards gently and straddles me while looking into my eyes, undoing the buttons on my shirt.

“Oh God, Jake, I want you so bad. I want to feel your hands all over me. I want you to touch every inch of me, and kiss every inch of me, and I want to feel you inside of me.” Hazel green eyes are gone, and all I see are black dilated pupils.

“Abby, you’re gonna get everything you just asked for and more, baby.”

He grins at me and I know I’m in trouble. Again.

Abby is in my house, on my bed, with me straddling her. I didn’t think it would happen this fast and the sight of her on my bed is killing me. I undo the buttons on her top and plan on granting her every wish as I slowly open up her shirt to find another shirt. Dammit. Too many clothes. I need her skin. I slip her arms out of her button down, one at a time, until she’s left in her little tank top and jean skirt.

“God, Abby, you are so fucking beautiful, it might kill me. I’m going to devour every inch of you. Lift your arms up for me, baby.”

She does as I ask with zero hesitation and lifts her arms above her head, allowing me to take her tank top off. Her breasts spring free and I’m hard as a fucking rock now. She’s not wearing a bra, for Christ’s sakes. I need to change positions. I move to lay beside her and turn her to face me.

Our chests are now skin on skin and it’s making it hard for me to control myself. I grab her by the back of her hair and raise her face so I can kiss her. I want her to feel every ounce of passion I have for her. The kind of passion you can only say with a kiss. She whimpers into my mouth which makes me groan in appreciation. I grab her hair again and move her head, baring her neck to me. I nibble and kiss along her neck, down to her shoulders, trailing light kisses down to her breasts. I let go of her hair and grab onto her magnificent breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples lightly as they harden under my fingers. She’s so responsive to my touch. I need those nipples in my mouth. I circle my tongue around one and then give her soft nibbles, causing her to moan. I can’t have her getting too loud, but I’m sure as fuck not going to stop either. I pay attention to the other breast and circle my tongue around the nipple and bite a little harder. She gasps. God, I love her noises.

I kiss down her stomach while pinching and twisting her nipples, stopping when I reach her skirt. I slide my hand up her legs where I discover she’s not wearing any underwear. She spreads her legs without me asking. I can feel the heat coming from her pussy and can’t wait to bury my face there. I keep sliding my hand up until I reach her sweet spot. I find her clit with my fingers and start rubbing. She’s starting to get squirmy and wet. I keep rubbing. I slide two fingers inside her warm, wet pussy; wiggling them while pumping in and out.

Her moans are getting louder so I cover her mouth with my hand. “Shh, baby. We have to be quiet.” She makes some kind of strangled noise, but I don’t care. I keep her mouth covered with one hand while I finger her with the other. I feel her juices all over my hand and that’s about all I can take. I remove my fingers from her sweet pussy and look her in the eyes. I stick a finger in my mouth to get a taste.

“Baby, you taste so fuckin’ sweet.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Abby, stay with me, baby, because I’m just getting warmed up.”

She whimpers. “Ok, I’m ready, Jake. Take me.”

No need to tell me twice.
I position myself in front her and slide her skirt down, tossing it on the floor. She is completely naked before me, in my bed. I grab her by her hips and pull her pussy towards me and bury my face inside. I inhale deeply. She smells so sweet. I dart my tongue out and begin my assault on her sweet pussy. I kiss her pussy like I would kiss her mouth and she starts to writhe beneath me. She’s a squirmy one and I need a better hold on her. I grab her under her ass and squeeze her cheeks, keeping legs spread open with my shoulders. Sopping up her wetness, I fuck her pussy with my tongue. I can feel her legs quiver.

“Jake, I’m gonna come, baby. Oh MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Holy shit, Jake! Ahhhhhh!”

“I can’t get enough of you. You taste so fuckin’ sweet and I could live between these legs of yours forever.”

“Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me right now before I scream!”

I take my shorts off and my erection springs free. I place the tip of my cock at her entrance and slide it up and down over her clit, coating myself in her wetness.

“Jake, please,” she begs me.

Who am I to deny her?
I slam into her, hard, and right to the hilt and just stay there for a minute as she moans in pleasure.

“Abby, keep your eyes on mine.” She does exactly as she’s told. I start to pump in and out of her warm, sopping, wet pussy. Nothing has ever felt this good. “You are so tight and feel so good, baby. I want you to come for me again.”

“Make me,” she moans, as if she’s daring me.

“The pleasure will be all mine, baby.”

I start to pump faster and she closes her legs around my waist, I lean over to kiss her. I nip and lick at her lips, sliding my tongue, silently asking permission to enter. I push them open and tangle my tongue with hers. Jesus, I’m on sensory overload and may not last much longer. God, she has the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. She’s moaning into my mouth and I reach my finger between us and start rubbing her clit, at the same time slamming into her. Her legs tighten around me and she’s got her hands on my face, keeping me right where I am.

“Oh my God, Jake. I’m gonna come again. Don’t stop. Don’t fuckin’ stop! Oh, yesssssssss!”

Well, I’m done for, now. Her legs tighten and she is starting to thrash under me. One last bump into her and I’m coming.

“Holy fuck, Abby, your pussy is milking me for everything I have in me, baby.”

I come with a force I’ve never felt. I am spent and flop on top of her. I can’t control my breathing and feel like I might have a heart attack. This woman will be my undoing. I feel her struggle to breathe. I move off of her and roll to the side.

“Jesus Christ, Jake. Are you trying to kill me?” she pants, still trying to catch her breath.

“Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s you who’s killing me. I may have a heart attack right now.”

Abby looks at me and smiles a sleepy, worn out, satisfied smile. “Jake, I’m really glad I came over tonight. I’ve been thinking about you all day and can’t get you out of my head.”

No fuckin’ way.

“Abby, you are always welcome in my house. Anytime you want.”

She nods. “Thanks.”

“You want a drink? I’ll go get us some water.”

I get up from the bed and walk to the kitchen, naked, to grab us some water. I pour two glasses. I down one and then refill it.
Fuck me, I’m thirsty as hell.
I bring the water back to the bedroom and place them on the night stand by the bed. Abby is almost asleep. I pad over to the bathroom and get a washcloth, wet it, and bring it back to the bedroom with me.

“Open your legs, baby. I’m gonna clean you up, ok?” Ever the obedient one, she opens her legs to me and there is a mess of come everywhere. I smile, realizing this is the first time for me to do this for anyone. My girl is spent and doesn’t move.

After she’s cleaned up, I crawl back into bed. She’s facing me and looks like a fucking angel. I brush the strands of hair away from her face, and even though her makeup is smudged and all over the place, she is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
How did I even get this lucky?
I shouldn’t question it. Never question a good thing, just enjoy it. I wrap my arms around this beautiful woman and pull her to me. She snuggles in and gets comfortable. I hear her breathing even out and I’m pretty sure she’s asleep. I lightly kiss the top of her head.

“I think I’m in love with you, Abby Osborne,” I whisper.

I close my eyes and drift to sleep.

Holy Fuck. I feel like ass. What is that ruckus? I pull the covers over my head and that’s when I realize I’m not in my bed. Where the hell am I? Girls’ night, drinks, dancing, more drinks, strange dude buying them for us, drunk text to Jake. Wait. I’m at Jake’s house. Holy shit. I hear a little girl giggling and I’m guessing that’s Isabelle. Oh my. What is that delicious aroma? I need to pee and I don’t know what to do! Ok, pee and find some clothes. I can’t be naked with his daughter here, for fuck’s sakes.

I pad over to the bathroom, pee, wash my hands, and find some mouthwash on the counter. Since I look like I’ve been hit by a bus, I decide to wash my face and get last night’s make-up off. I wander through the closet and grab a T-shirt and a pair of Jake’s track pants, rolling them at the waist. Uh, I’m not quite sure what to do here. Do I hide in the bedroom until he comes to get me? Oh, Jesus Christmas, what am I supposed to do?! I look somewhat presentable, I suppose.

When I get back to the bedroom, there is a ginormous German shepherd on the bed staring at me. I hope it’s a friendly dog.

“Uh. Hi, dog,” I say to the massive beast staring at me. He’s wagging his tail. Wait, is this dog a dude or a chick? I approach the dog and scratch his head and notice he has a collar on.
Ozzy Pawsbourne, Prince of Barkness.
This makes me laugh out loud!

“Well, hello, Ozzy Pawsbourne, we almost have the same last name and I can take a wild guess who you may have been named after.” Ozzy starts licking my face and has me giggling. He’s so big, he knocks me back on the bed.

“Dozzy, where are you?” I hear a little girl’s voice.
Oh shit, is she coming in here? What do I do?

“Ozzy, you gotta go, buddy.” I try to push him off the bed, but he won’t budge. In fact, he rolls onto his back and wants me to rub his belly. “Ozzy, I’ll rub your belly another time, you gotta get outta here!” He clearly doesn’t understand. I need to hide in the bathroom.

“Hi, I’m Izzy. Who are you? Why you in my daddy’s room?”

Fuck me sideways. “
Uh. Hi, Izzy. I’m Abby and I’m a friend of your daddy’s,” I say to the cutest little girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. She has long dark hair just past her little shoulders, and jade green eyes with dark thick lashes. I didn’t know kids could be so cute.

“Izzy, where are you, baby girl? Breaky is ready,” Jake hollers.

“I’m in your room, Daddy, with Dozzy and Abby,” Izzy answers.

Izzy is climbing the bed to get to Ozzy now. The three of us are on Jake’s bed when he comes in and finds us.

“Well, good morning, sleepy head. I’m about done making breakfast if you want to come and eat with us,” he grins at me.

“Yeah, let’s go eat, Dozzy and Abby,” Izzy says, climbing off the bed with Ozzy following her. I feel a bit frozen in place.

“Abby, don’t freak out, ok. She’s only three years old and has no idea what’s going on.”

Yeah, as if that helps. “
Jake, I’m kind of weird around kids and I’m especially nervous right now,” I say to him, looking at the floor.

“Abby, please don’t be scared of her. She doesn’t understand any of this. So, come out and have some breakfast, because I know it will make you feel better.”

He’s right. I’m starving and it smells so good.

“Ok, I’m coming out, but I’m not sure if this is a good idea,” I say, making my way towards Jake. He grabs me by my waist and pulls me to him, lightly kissing me.

“Izzy will love you. She’s a bit of a chatterbox, so as long as you pay attention to her, all should be ok, I promise!” Jake says as he takes my hand, walking us towards the kitchen.

“Jake, this smells fantastic! What do we have here?” I’m eyeing everything on the table; eggs, bacon, toast, hash browns and orange juice.

“Daddy is a good cook, Abby,” Izzy says, eating up her eggs.

“Hey, if you want something else, I can make it for you,” Jake offers.

My belly is growling and all three of them look at me.

“Uh, nope, this is absolutely perfect,” I say, sitting next to Izzy in her booster seat. Ozzy is lying under her feet. I start to load up my plate with everything and pour some juice. I could totally get used to being fed like this. Jake joins us at the table and loads up his plate.

“Well, ladies, how is everything?” he asks, looking at Izzy and me.

“Mmmm, so good, Daddy.” Izzy spills some eggs on the floor and Ozzy eats them up, causing her to giggle.

“Ozzy is one lucky dog to get breakfast, too.”

Izzy giggles, “Yeah, he always hungry.”

I giggle, too. “I bet he is, Izzy.”

She is the cutest little girl I’ve ever seen. God, does she ever look like Jake. I wonder what her mother looks like. I wonder how Jake gets along with her, and now, I’m just wondering about everything, and it’s making my head hurt.
Holy shit, did I eat all that?
I may as well have licked my plate clean.

“Jake and Izzy, thanks so much for making breakfast. It may just be the best breakfast I’ve ever had,” I say, smiling at them both.

Izzy is beaming. “Daddy, what we do today? Can Abby come wif us?” She has such hope in her eyes.

Jake is trying to suppress a frown. “No, baby girl, Mommy is coming to pick you up soon to visit Gramma,” Jake says.

Izzy looks down at her plate and says, “Oh, ok.” Her sad little face breaks my heart.

“Hey Izzy, we can totally hang out another day when you’re with your daddy,” I say, hoping to cheer the obviously disappointed little girl.

“Pwomise?” she asks.

“Of course, and maybe we can take Ozzy to the dog park, too. Do you like the dog park?”

She nods her head up and down excitedly and seems to be content with that. I can feel Jake watching me interact with Izzy and I wonder what he’s thinking. He was right, it’s not as hard as I thought it would be to talk to her. I can’t believe I was intimidated by a three year old.

“Well, I guess it’s a date then! Izzy, if you are done, we should probably go pack up your stuff for when Mommy gets here.”

Uh, Mommy??? HOLY FUCKIN’ HELL!
I need to hide or something. I try to get out of my chair way too fast. I take a tumble over Ozzy and face plant to the floor. Oh my shit. How embarrassing!

“Um, Abby whatcha doing?” Jake asks. I can hear Izzy laughing at me, especially since I’m on the floor and Ozzy is now licking my face. I’m such an idiot.

“Oh, I, uh, ummm. I tripped,” I say, like it’s a perfectly normal explanation.

“Izzy, why don’t you go to your room and I’ll be there in a minute. Abby needs help off the floor,” he says, trying to suppress his laughter. Izzy takes off and Ozzy goes chasing after her.

“Abby, I know this is all a bit much, and you had no idea about what was going to happen today, but don’t worry. I got this,” Jake says, reaching his hand to me, pulling me to my feet.

“Jake, I’m positive Izzy’s mother is not going to like the fact I’m here, in your house, with her daughter. So, I was just going to hide in your room,” I say, looking him right in those beautiful eyes.

“Abby, let’s get a few things straight here before I go help Izzy pack. Izzy is also my daughter, and this here is MY HOUSE. Not Tiffany’s. She does not control me, my life, or what I do. EVER. So please don’t worry about her because she will just have to get over it. I’m not her husband anymore. I’m Izzy’s Daddy and that’s it. That’s all I’ll ever be when it comes to my ex.” He seems like he’s super serious about what he says, but I cannot help the panic I feel. I need a smoke.

“Ok, Jake. I believe you. I’m still nervous as fuck and I need a smoke. Do you have a jacket I can borrow?”

Jake goes to the closet and whips out a jacket, hands me one of his smokes with a lighter, and I head outside. I’m about halfway through my smoke when a little red car comes up the driveway.
Fuck me, why does this have to happen right fuckin’ now, for fuck’s sakes!
I see her flowing blonde hair and ginormous sunglasses that basically cover her entire face. She steps out of the car.

“Is Jake here?” She sounds pissed.

“Uh, yeah, he’s inside helping Izzy pack up her stuff,” I say to the snarling woman before me. “You must be Tiffany. Hi, I’m Abby, a friend of Jake’s,” I say, stretching out my hand to shake hers. She ain’t having none of it. She slides her shades down her nose and looks at me.

“Why, yes, I’m Tiffany, Jake’s wife and Isabelle’s mother,” she says, glaring at me.

Huh, that’s weird. I’m pretty sure he said he’s divorced. Wait. Is that a wedding ring on her finger? What’s going on here?

“Oh, that’s weird, I’m positive Jake mentioned that he was divorced from you. Is that right?” I ask the snarky bitch. I’m not about to take her shit. I blow a puff of smoke in her general direction to piss her off. She starts coughing like I’m killing her.
Gimme a break.

“I’ll just go get MY daughter, excuse me.” She brushes past me and walks right in. I hear her screeching. “Jake! Isabelle! Mommy’s here.” Since she left the door open, I can hear Ozzy running towards her. He is barking at her which makes me giggle. I finish my smoke and go back inside to find Ozzy standing about five feet away from Tiffany, barking his head off.

“Ozzy, come here, buddy,” I say, grinning at my new favorite dog. Ozzy is standing by me while I pet him to calm him down a little. He flops onto the floor so I can rub his belly. Jake and Izzy come down the hallway to find the three of us. Jake is clearly assessing the situation to see how much damage has been done.

“Hi, Momma, I ready,” Izzy says to Tiffany. Tiffany is glaring daggers at Jake.

“Ok, she’s all packed up and ready to go. Tiffany, I’m guessing you met my friend Abby?”

Tiffany is still glaring everyfuckinwhere, but I can tell she’s trying really hard to keep her shit together.
“Yes, we met outside while she was blowing smoke in my face. I hope she’s not smoking around our daughter, Jake!!!”

Jake rolls his eyes. “Tiff, if you saw Abby outside, then you know Izzy wasn’t anywhere near her, so just stop,” he says, using a more authoritative tone than I’ve ever heard from him. It’s kind of hot.

“Jake, we will need to have a talk about your friend here at your earliest convenience,” she says, attempting to sound sweet.

“Actually, we don’t. Abby is my friend and will be in my life, so you better get used it. The only conversations we need to have are about Izzy and we can do that later. So, text me when you want me to pick her up for our overnight this week,” he says, putting her in place, but without making a scene. Izzy has come over to rub Ozzy’s belly with me and is giggling at him. All four of his paws are straight up in the air.

“Isabelle, it’s time to go, so say goodbye to your daddy, please,” Tiffany says, speaking to the sweet little girl who is still giggling at her dog.

“Ok, Momma. Bye-bye, Dozzy,” she says, leaning over for some doggie kisses. We are both laughing at Ozzy now.
This dog is killing me! What a character!

“Isabelle, let’s go please.” Tiffany shoots me daggers, again. I almost want to stick my tongue out at her, but I don’t know what it’s like to be in her shoes, either, so I don’t. I bite my tongue instead.

“Ok, Momma, geez. Got to go, Daddy. Momma says so.”

“Come here, baby girl, and give me some love.” He smiles at her as she goes running over to him. She jumps into his arms.

“I wove you, Daddy,” she says,  squealing while Jake kisses her entire face.

“I love you too, baby girl, see ya soon and be good for Momma, ok?” he says, looking at her little face.

“Ok, I will. Can I say bye to Abby, too?” she asks.

“Of course you can. Go on.” He sets her on her feet and she comes running over to me, and crushes me into a hug. A whole truckload of feelings just slammed into my heart and I wasn’t expecting that.

“Bye, Abby, see you later and maybe the dog park, too!” Izzy says.

I look into her jade green eyes. “I can’t wait, Izzy. We will have a blast,” I say to the cutest little girl ever.

“Ok. Bye, guys!” Izzy calls out.

“Jake, I expect to hear from you about this,” Tiffany says over her shoulder, having turned her back to us.

“Whatever. I believe you already heard my answer.”