The Final Chase (Final Love Book 2) (9 page)

Chapter Fifteen

Apparently, I was beat, because I passed out on the couch and didn’t wake up until the morning. At 6a.m., with Jake wrapped around me in his bed.

“I hate your alarm,” I grumbled and tried to roll over, but Jake’s steel-like arms kept me against his body.

“Wake up, sweetheart.” I groaned at his hot, sleepy voice.

“I’ll marry you. Just let me sleep in every day.” I was grasping at straws and feeling his body silently shaking with laughter behind me, I knew I had lost this battle.

“Deal.”  He laughed and I untangled myself from him in a huff of frustration. I wasn’t marrying him and he called my bluff. I stormed off into the bathroom to do my business and when I was done he was up and putting on his shirt.

“We didn’t have sex last night.” I pouted; I was really looking forward to it.

“You mean you don’t remember?” He turned to me and looked dead serious. Oh shit. I was pretty tired, but I don’t remember getting from the couch to the bed. I wiggled a little bit to see if I was sore at all and came back with nothing. Asshole. If we had sex, my lady bits would have been deliciously sore from that giant slinging hammer he had between his legs.

“I do, I’m just trying to forget. Hoping it was just beginners’ nerves. Next time should be better. Maybe you..” And he was on me, pinning me to the bed.

“Surprisingly, when you run your mouth like that it turns me on to no end.” He kissed me and pressed that hammer against my thigh. I lifted my hips toward it like a magnet. God, I really was turning into a horny alley cat around him.  In the blink of an eye, I reached my hand down underneath his waistband and wrapped my hand around his cock.

The world would try to collapse around us, but I was going to touch him, dammit!

His body shuddered a little and that spurred me on even more. I needed to touch, taste, and please him. I wanted those growls. I wanted to know what noises he made when he came.  In a hurry, I pushed down the boxers he wore to sleep and released him. He was so hard, and yet silky smooth at the same time.

I felt so at ease touching him. It was like destiny. His penis literally belonged in my hands. Pulling my lips from his, I mumbled for him to roll over, which he did, but took me with him.  I liked that he was so strong. I’d never been with a guy that could maneuver me like that; it was hot.

There was no need for words between us. Despite not knowing each other’s middle names, he knew so much about me. My character. He knew exactly what I wanted and what I was going to do. I had a reputation to uphold, after all—sucking dick like a pro.

“Shirt. Off,” I demanded. I was going to taste every single muscle of his torso. No ab left behind, my new motto. Why was he even wearing a shirt to begin with? He shucked off his shirt and laid back down as I sat up to eye fuck him. He really was something. All that hard labor has done his body good. I bet he doesn’t even need to go to the gym.

When our eyes connected I felt something stir inside me. This man was something different. Something strong and undeniable.  Not wanting to think about anything else, especially his feelings or what this could be, I got to work on my new motto. A soft growl bubbled up from his chest at the first contact of my lips to his warm skin. Hell, I groaned a little. His body was pure sin, my soon to be addiction.  I nibbled, sucked, licked every part I could, down to the part of him I had been dying to have some one on one time with.

My eyes said hello to his cock and I gently wrapped the length
of him with my hand, running teasing strokes up and down.  I brought my lips to the tip and proceeded to rub it against my lips like I was putting on lipstick. A small bead of precum coated my lips, making me lick it off. I moaned at the taste. Salty mixed with Jake Wild.

“Suck my cock, sweetheart.  Let your alpha out to play.” His demand struck at my need to please him, and even his little alpha animal analogies that he kept making were starting to make me hot. I was a fucking alpha bitch. I could handle this man like I owned every part of him, because right now I did. The crazy cavewoman came out after thinking like that. I gripped him and growled
mine
against him before shoving my mouth over his silky head. I didn’t relent. I wanted him begging me. Gripping me. Growling at me.

His hands went to my hair and his hips thrust upward, meeting me with every bob of my head. Thrilled with his reaction, I swirled my tongue, sucked faster, then switched directions of my head. I sat up and quickly moved between his legs. I wanted to get lost in his eyes as he came down my throat. The sight before me made me almost come. His tensed abs, the neck muscles slightly strained, parted lips, and labored breaths. I fucking owned this man.

His blue eyes met with mine and together we watched as he melted beneath my touch. My mouth hugged his engorged member, along with my hand for what my lips couldn’t touch. I pleasured him in sync until his jaw fell slack, stomach tensed, hips thrust upwards, and that growl I wanted came from his parted lips, then turned into a groan. I sucked down his release and never took my eyes off his. Watching him orgasm was an aphrodisiac. I wanted to do it again and again.  Rayne’s mother, the sex therapist, always told me the man you are meant to be with is the man who you not only want to give a blowjob to, but you craved it.

I craved Jake. Feeling the need to escape my thoughts, I sat up and blurted out something random.

“What’s your middle name?” 

He shook his head and curled his finger for me to come closer. Even though I was feeling vulnerable, I crawled up to him.

“You know that you can keep fighting it, but I’m not giving up, right?” I knew this, so I nodded. I was starting to lose my mind in this whole ordeal.

“Cole. What’s yours?” 

“Jake Cole Wild. Simple. Mine is Renee. Cammy Renee Jennings.”  I liked my name as a whole. My parents did well in choosing my given name. 

“Perfect,” he purred and pulled me in for a kiss.

“Uh, don’t you want me to brush my teeth or something first?” Not that I made it a habit of swallowing, but the ones I had did not want to taste their own love juice on my tongue. His answer was to kiss the doubts right out of me. Jake was not a weak man. He was exactly what he had been telling me, an alpha. And this alpha couldn’t have given two shits about me having a dirty mouth; in fact, he was devouring that mouth with a passion.

When his hand started to creep towards my sweetness, I did something I never thought I would ever do.

“Rain check?  I’m feeling pretty powerful right now. Let me have this moment, okay?” I was turning down an orgasm.

I pulled back to look at him and saw a look on his face that I couldn’t figure out.

“You can make it up to me throughout the day if you really feel like it.” I kissed him on the lips with a big smack and hopped off the bed. Feeling revitalized, I got to work on my beautification process for the day. Even though I knew it would probably be ruined, I was still not going to do this without a fight.

Chapter Sixteen

Both of us fully dressed and ready for the day, I grabbed a pop tart out of his pantry and we headed towards the dead animal kitchen. After putting on some thick gloves, I helped Jake and a few of the other workers put together the buckets of meat. After we put together –no joke– like a thousand pounds of meat, I was starting to wonder how the hell they paid for all of this. Donations? Gifts? This rescue was probably a huge money-sucker.

The business woman in me wanted to have a look at everything and figure out the numbers. I was pretty good with numbers, and my business had been successful since I started it at age twenty-three.

“So much meat,” I groaned as I helped put the buckets into the carts that the interns and employees pulled to all of the cages. Another round of people grabbed their buckets for cleaning and grabbing poop. Every person who worked there was wearing a shirt with Wild Rescue on the front, but there were three colors:  white, green, and blue. I asked one of the men who was wearing a green shirt, and he said the color indicated what level of employee they were. Green shirts took care of the big animals. Blue the level under that, and so on. Interesting concept, but it looked like it worked.

I also helped gather all of the enrichment toys that I helped make and was excited to follow behind one of the interns to watch one of the creatures play with it.

I laughed as one of the bobcats pounced and played with my little toilet paper roll with treats stuffed inside of it. Jake had small rats in his rolls, but I wasn’t going that far. Sorry, bobcats. 

When lunch rolled around, I went to check my phone while Jake made us something yummy, and cursed at my text notifications.

“Shit. Oh shit, shit, shit.”

Rayne had sent me a message, asking if I was still coming over tomorrow to help her get ready for the Gala at the local Aquarium. A gala that I was supposed to attend. Crap, how had I forgotten about that? I had gotten so wrapped up in this whole Jake Wild adventure that I completely blanked on this event.  Not that I had to do anything other than show my face around, but it was good for me to rub elbows with other business owners of Sarasota’s elite.

Arson’s gym had been a huge success, so naturally he was invited to go as well, and of course he would be bringing Rayne with him. The Gala was just a special night for the elites to kiss each other’s asses, but in the end it couldn’t hurt to make friends. There weren’t too many pricks that could cause trouble, but if they happened to be a prick to you, having the right people on your team made a big difference.

“Everything okay?” Jake crossed his legs and arms across his chest on the door jam.

“No, I totally forgot I have a Gala I have to go to tomorrow night.” Everything I needed was at home. My dress, which thankfully I had ordered a month ago, was hanging sweetly in my closet, ready to go. All of my makeup. Christ, I needed to get a pedicure and manicure to match it; I was still wearing the red polish from the bet, and my dress was definitely not red.

“The Sarasota Elites Gala?” he questioned.

“Yeah, how did you know?”  His answer rather surprised me.

“I was invited, never gave them an answer. You need to go?” He uncrossed his arms but ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, it’s always good to go to make or keep connections.  Plus, Rayne will be there, and I’d like to see her.”

“We’ll go then.”  Hold the phone. I looked at him in confusion.

“We?”

“Yeah, I’m taking you to the Gala. You probably have a lot of shit you need to do for it, so why don’t you do your thing for the rest of the day.”  I was still so hung up on the
we
part that I mumbled incoherently.

“As long as you are back in my bed tonight, do what you gotta do.” He rapped his knuckles on the door twice then walked back down the stairs.  Okay, even I had to admit to myself that Jake was pretty amazing. I laid back on the bed and listened to the sounds of all the animals outside. I could hear a roar from the big boy lion. I could hear a random howl from the wolves.

It was like being in
The Jungle Book
.  I grabbed my bag and a few of my things, and went down to eat some lunch before I left. Binksie, who had been kind of scarce since our moment in the bedroom, was running around chasing a feathery ball. I watched him for a few minutes and laughed. Even though this cat was no tiny kitty, and neither were the big ones outside, they were a lot like the house cats normal people had in their homes. They moved like them, played like them. Some even purred. It was just amusing to me.

“Thank you. For not caring that I need to get ready for this thing tomorrow. And for going with me. I didn’t really want to go alone.”  I did feel a little bad that Jake would be subjecting himself to that world. I looked him over now and was reminded how different our true worlds were. I was here, kind of on vacation, in a way. I would eventually go back home, and he would be here, doing this, every day. 

“You don’t have to though, if you don’t want to. It’s a real dressy thing, and the people aren’t always so chill.” I was back-pedaling and I knew it. Trying to keep my distance from the edge. Our worlds just didn’t mesh.

“Cammy.”I watched as he put yummy-looking turkey sandwiches on the table.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“But!” I kept trying.

“Nope, eat your sandwich, then go do your Cammy thing. Just be back in my bed tonight.” I felt like I just got schooled. 

“Ok, well, if you get all miserable at the Gala, don’t blame me. I tried,” I grumbled as I sat down to eat.

“Thank you for feeding me.”  He was taking care of my every need. At least he was telling the truth in that little
I’m your alpha
speech.  Jake was a man of his word. He gave Binksie some cut up turkey in a bowl, and then sat down to eat his sandwich. As I ate, I watched him, and thought of all things Jake.

I should add a word to Urban Dictionary.

Jake: The sexiest piece of man candy you will ever lay your eyes on. Purely undeniable, wicked with his tongue, the perfect mixture of dirty talk and sweetness that will curl your toes. Too bad I’m selfish and keeping him to myself. #DreamOnBitches.

Yep, that was his definition. I feel like if someone was watching my story on the big screen they would be saying, “What the hell is wrong with you, woman? Why are you fighting this? Jump on his dick and put a ring on it!”  Hell, that was what I was saying to Rayne when she was fighting Arson’s affections. But when it’s your life, things are different. Not that the people of Sarasota, Florida were wolves, but in every elite society you had some predators.

On the other hand, Jake was a predator all on his own. And if anyone pissed him off, he could invite them over for dinner and throw them to the real wolves.

Maybe this would be all right. Jake was a big, handsome boy. I needed to stop worrying about this thing between us and simply enjoy it in the moment.

“So when are you getting Casey?”  I wasn’t going to fight him anymore on the Gala.

“I’ll bring her over tonight.” His eyebrow raised in question.

“I want to help with her. I mean, I know nothing about raising a baby tiger, but I can try.” I wanted to mother the shit out of that little cub. My ovaries were marching around, holding parades, totally exploding with love for little Casey.

“You want to help take care of her?” he asked like he was trying to figure out what I said. It wasn’t a puzzle.

“Yeah, I do. Something about her pulls at something in me. I understand if I’m not allowed to. Liability and all. Hell, shouldn’t I have signed something about how my family shouldn’t sue you in case I die, anyways?” And I was back to rambling.

“Probably.” He winked, then nodded.

“You can help me. I’ll show you what to do, just use your head. She can hurt you, even now,” he stated. I wanted to jump up and down and do a little dance. I was going to help Casey grow up and be strong.

“Awesomesauce.” I raised my cup of sweet tea to Jake, he lifted his and we clinked them together. We were classy like that.

After lunch, Jake went back out to do his stuff, and I hopped into Bambi, then drove to Rayne’s apartment. 

Chapter Seventeen

“Let me in, you hooker!” I knocked politely. Even though I had a key and used it frequently, I did not want to interrupt her and Arson having preggers sex.

“Good afternoon, Cammy.” Arson opened the door with no shirt on.

Lord Jesus, there’s a fire. I think I definitely got knocked up being around these hot men today.

“Go put a shirt on, Arson, you’re distracting me from kidnapping your woman.”  I gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked in to see my bestie doing pregnant yoga in her living room.

“How’s it going, my blossoming mother to be?” She looked really good. Healthy, glowing, and still in shape.

“Good.” She breathed through her stretch. She had one leg behind her, while her body faced me and her other leg was bent underneath her. I would probably get stuck in a position like that.

“Awesome. I’m stealing you away from your lover to get pedicures for tomorrow.” I sat down on her couch, making myself comfy.  She smiled and got out of her position quickly.

“Sounds good, actually. I could use a good foot rubbing.”  She sat with her legs crossed.

“I rub your feet,” Arson piped up from the kitchen. 

“You’re a lifesaver! But I still want someone to paint my toes, too.”  Then she whispered to me, “He sucks.”

“Jake painted my toes pretty damn well,” I commented, realizing my mistake after it was too late.

“So, things have progressed then?” Rayne looked really excited. She crawled over to me with her little belly swinging beneath her and sat beside me.

“I’ve decided to let things be for now. He’s going with me to the Gala tomorrow.” 

“Oh, I get to meet Jake, the horse fister!” she exclaimed. I laughed at the nickname. Not sure he would ever live that down in my eyes. Arson simply shook his head as he walked into their bedroom. 

“Yep, you get ready to get pampered. My girls are ready for us.”  I loved spending days like this with my Rayne. She was my person.

“Yes! Let me go put on a bra.” She jumped up as quickly as her preggo body could manage and walked into the bedroom. She had a little waddle to her step, which made her look super cute.  I couldn’t wait to be a waddling preggo woman.  She came out a moment later with kissed swollen lips and a happy look on her face.  I said my goodbyes to Arson and we headed down to Bambi.

My girls took good care of us. Manicures, pedicures, and Rayne got a prenatal massage. I had to check over some stuff in the office so it was nice that she wasn’t just sitting there waiting on me. Her sigh of contentment made me look up to see her walking into my office an hour later.

“I feel fantastic!” She plopped down on the little chair in front of my desk.

“Awesome. Did Cammy Jr. enjoy her massage? I hear they move a lot during those sessions.” 

“Yep, like a circus in there.” She rubbed her baby belly. Envy coated my skin and I hated that feeling. I was happy for her.

“I want a baby.” I spoke so soft it was a wonder she even heard me. I felt like I needed to get it off my chest.  Rayne looked at me with a face that said
what the hell? Who are you?