Facade: Facade Page 10

  For the next hour we lay there, feeding each other, watching a movie I can’t tell you the name of and talking. If I had known relationships could be this wonderful, I might have tried it sooner. I’m sure it’s not the actual point of being a couple that’s making me so happy right now. It probably has a lot more to do with being with Jacoby. This man makes me feel all kinds of ways.

  I’m his and he’s mine.

  I always thought that I would hate the idea of belonging to someone, but I have to tell you, it might be the greatest feeling I’ve ever had before. It’s crazy how, in just a few hours, I went from being who I was to who I am.

  I’m on my side, curled up into Jacoby, absentmindedly dragging my fingers across the waistband of his jeans while the closing credits start to roll on the movie I don’t remember watching. Jacoby grabs a hold of my hand, stopping me in my tracks.

  “I’m really trying to show you what a typical night with your boyfriend can be like, but if you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna go back on my vow.”

  “When I touch you like this?” Jacoby loosens his grip and my fingers get back to trailing the edge of his jeans.

  “Exactly like that,” Jacoby growls.

  He flips me on my back and is soon on top of me, one thigh nestled between mine. I want to play around with him for a few minutes, but my body betrays me and arches into him, silently begging for his touch.

  When his fingers softly slide up my stomach, I whimper, asking for more.

  “Jacoby, please.” No more with the silent requests.

  “What do you want, Red? Do you want me to touch you?” How is this even a question?

  “Please. Yes. Touch me.”

  “Here?” Jacoby runs his hand up the inside of my thigh, stopping just short of my panty line.

  “Here?” His hand completely skips my core, now skimming its way up my stomach and again stopping just short of the goal. I try to squirm under him so he’ll take hold of my breast.

  “Please. Everywhere. Just touch me,” I pant with need and desperation. I’m a ticking time, bomb and I’m sure when he finally does touch me, I’m going to fall apart in his arms.

  Jacoby presses light kisses to both of my eyelids and my nose before his lips merge with mine. His kiss starts off gentle, like he’s reveling in the softness of us being one. Before long, it turns more demanding, his tongue entering my mouth and almost wrestling with mine for control. I try to keep his pace, but I’m no match for him. It’s like the moment I turn over power, he becomes hungrier and takes pleasure in bending my will. It’s fucking sexy, is what it is.

  Jacoby’s hands cover my breasts, pulling them from my bra, and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, urging him to go further. I’m disappointed when all I get is a few flicks of his tongue on my nipple and he’s pulling back, disregarding the hold I thought I had.

  He stands, and just when I think he’s leaving, he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his hips and legs. When I said that nothing was sexier than a barefoot man, I was lying. Him taking off his pants and wearing nothing underneath is much sexier.

  Watching him is almost too much to bear and I have to alleviate this ache somehow. I push one hand inside the lacy panties and desperately seek out my clit and begin to rub like spirit fingers on steroids. I close my eyes and throw my head back, anticipating my orgasm as my fingers become wet with my own desire.

  “As beautiful as you look right now, I can’t help but be jealous of those fingers.” Jacoby reaches under me, grabbing the thin material and pulling it down my legs.

  Jacoby licks his lips before lowering himself between my parted thighs, inching closer and closer to my core, leaving feather light kisses in his wake. My hand falls to the side. Jacoby accepts the invitation and with one swipe of his tongue, I’m a shivering mess.

  With my orgasm on the brink, he plunges two fingers into my opening, angles them upward and sucks my clit between his teeth, flicking his tongue quickly over the sensitive nerves. It can’t be more than seconds and I’m falling apart underneath him, my walls clenching around his fingers.

  “Oh my God,” I pant, enjoying the afterglow of an explosive orgasm.

  Jacoby moves up my body, kissing everything he moves past, until he’s hovering over me, his dick rubbing against my sensitive flesh. I push both hands into his hair, pull him down to me and kiss him, thanking him for the orgasm. I taste myself on his tongue and it only fuels the fire.

  I wrap my legs around his back, digging into his thighs with my heels, urging him forward. Jacoby takes my cue and enters me slowly. This is completely different than any time we’ve had sex before. His thrusts are deep but calculated, never picking up the pace.

  “I’ve wanted to make love to you for so long,” Jacoby softly whispers into my neck.

  “This is … wow … this is amazing,” I moan as my release starts to build deep within my center. All my other orgasms have been quick and powerful; this one is going to be overwhelming on a totally different level. I can feel the difference all the way down to my toes and the tips of my fingers. It’s like everything is alive in me and my body’s response to Jacoby’s lovemaking is astounding.

  As I teeter on the edge, Jacoby eventually picks up the pace, thrusting harder, but not faster. The intensity is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Each time his cock drags across my walls, I tighten around him, as if my body is urging both of us on.

  Jacoby starts to nibble at my neck and that’s all it takes to send me into my orgasmic bliss. Time slows down and I can feel each contraction of my walls around him, demanding his release. Every beat of Jacoby’s heart is in sync with mine. We’re one in this moment. With a soft growl, Jacoby finds his release as I do mine.

  His weight collapses onto me, and I welcome it. Not wanting to let it go, I wrap my arms around his neck, kiss the side of his face and run my fingers through his hair.

  “That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.” It’s the truth. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone in my life.

  “Every time with you is the best I’ve ever had, Red.” Jacoby lifts his weight and rests his forehead on mine, staring into my eyes, searching my soul. “You should get some sleep.”

  He rolls off my body, lays next to me and pulls me into his side. I wrap my arm around his middle, rest my cheek on his heart and drape a leg over his. It’s not until I notice the extreme wetness between my thighs that I know why we were so connected.

  Jacoby Roberts was my first. Obviously not my first first, but the very first time I’d ever been with a man without a condom.

  Knowing that he’s been where no other man’s been before sends a jolt of pride to my heart. I’ve saved myself for him.

  This has to be love, there’s no other explanation.

  “Good night,” I whisper, my mouth turning up into a smile.

  “Good night, Red,” Jacoby responds, kissing the top of my head and hugging me tighter.

  If only every day can be as good as this one, I’ll be one lucky girl.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Kylee

  The scent of freshly brewed coffee lures me from the best night of sleep I’ve had in my entire life. I roll onto my back and feel for Jacoby beside me only to find out he’s not lying here anymore. His pillow is still warm and his scent still lingers, so he can’t have been gone long. Stretching, I sit up, propping myself up against the couch, and take in my surroundings.

  I didn’t sleep in the most ideal of places, or the most comfortable for that matter, but having Jacoby’s arms wrapped around my body, holding me close all night was absolutely amazing. Brushing my fingers over my lips, the memories of the connection we had last night flashes back in instant replay.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Jacoby says, rounding the corner wearing nothing but a towel draped around his waist. His sinfully dark locks are still wet from a recent shower and his back is still a little red from the scalding water he typically uses.

  “Good morning yourself.�
�� I pull the hair tie from around my wrist and wrap my hair in a haphazard bun. Jacoby tosses me his tee shirt from the night before to wear. As I pull it over my head, the sweet scent of him invades my senses, making me want to go a few more rounds.

  I push aside my arousal and meet Jacoby in the kitchen, where he’s pulling mugs down from the cupboard. The way his muscles flex when he’s reaching for the top shelf has me wanting to reach out and touch him. If having a boyfriend means being hot for him at all hours of the day, I’m pissed I didn’t sign up sooner.

  God, those dimples just above his ass are sexy as sin. My illicit thoughts have me biting the inside of my cheek to suppress the moan that wants to escape. Just drop the damn towel, already.

  “So, what do you have planned for the day?” Jacoby completely catches me off guard. I really need to stay out of my head.

  “Oh, well, I figured I would call Mira and tell her I’m out of my no boyfriend funk, for starters. Then, I don’t know. What do you have going on?” His lips turn up in a sly grin, knowing what a huge deal it is for me to admit to having a boyfriend and telling my best friend about it.

  “Well, I have to do some work. I wish I didn’t, but there’s a deal coming up, and I have to be on my A game if I’m going to keep this client,” Jacoby less than enthusiastically details his plans. “But, later, I hope that I’ll get to spend another night with my girlfriend.” The slight twinkle in his eyes shines even brighter when he casually hints to seeing me tonight.

  “Oh, your girlfriend? Is she nice?” I joke.

  “She’s the greatest. When I met her, I knew that one day she’d be mine. I should introduce you two one day. Kylee, my girlfriend, is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Not to mention, the sexiest, too.” This is one of the things that I adore about Jacoby. Even when I’m playing around, he seems to get my humor and follows suit.

  “A redhead you say? I guess you have a thing for gingers, huh? Excellent taste, Mr. Roberts.” I breeze past him on my way to the small table that’s in the sunroom attached to the kitchen.

  “So you must know then?” Okay, he’s lost me. I give him a puzzled look, waiting for him to explain further. “The thing they say about the carpet and the drapes. It’s totally true.”

  I smack his chest as he scoots around the edge of the table, taking his seat on the opposite side closest to the window. “You’re such an ass,” I say playfully.

  “But, I’m your ass.” Jacoby puckers his lips at me before taking a sip of his coffee.

  “That you are.”

  I finish my morning jolt of caffeine and contemplate having another cup when my phone starts singing from my purse. I place my mug on the counter and in a full sprint run, track down my bag and successfully pull my phone out before Donnie stops telling me about his cover girl. Hey, don’t judge me. Everyone loves New Kids on the Block; I don’t care what you say.

  “Hey, boo,” I answer Mira’s call, ready to tell her about my recent change in relationship status.

  “You’ll never guess what just happened?” Okay, so this is going to be about Mira. I can deal with it. She’s probably not going to be able to top my story anyway.

  “Okay, shoot. Then I’ve got some news for you, too.”

  “It’s quite possible that I’m wearing the most beautiful diamond ring on a very important finger.” My heart leaps and tears spring to my eyes. Fuck my news; this is the greatest thing I’ve ever heard.

  “You’re lying.” I knew it would be coming, I just didn’t know when.

  “Nope. It just happened. I’m engaged!” Mira squeaks. Holy hell, and I’m excited for her. I’m sure it wasn’t an easy thing for Skylar to do, especially since this time last year Mira was engaged to his best friend.

  “Sweets, who are you talking to? Come back to bed,” I hear Skylar shouting from the background.

  “It’s Ky. I’ll be back in a minute,” Mira coos. “Okay, I’m sorry. I know you hate romantic mushy relationship stuff. I needed to tell someone and nothing’s really real until I tell you, anyway.”

  “Well, about that…” Is this the right time to tell her? I don’t want to steal her thunder, but I know exactly what she means. It’s not real until your best friend knows.

  “Kylee. What’s going on?” I sense the joyful tone in Mira’s voice pick up a notch. She probably already knows what I’m going to say, but damn, the bitch is going to make me say it out loud.

  “I guess, I kind of have a boyfriend,” I mutter.

  “Kind of have a boyfriend? Kylee, more details. Spit it out.” She’s practically bouncing up and down. Okay, I can’t see her but I’ve known this girl my whole life. When Buffy and Angel finally got their shit together, she was skipping around the living room hollering about true love, soul mates and a bunch of other shit about happily ever afters. I can sense her movements and she’s definitely bouncing.

  “Jacoby and I are officially seeing each other. Jacoby’s my boyfriend.” Having it come out of my mouth for the first time is kind of liberating. It’s like I just told my dad to eat a dick and I’m going to live my life regardless of his shenanigans and inability to keep his shit locked up for his wife.

  “Oh. My. Gosh. Kylee Renee, I’ve never been more proud of you in my entire life.” Rustling sounds are coming from the other end of the line followed by Mira’s giggles and a male grunt. This is getting weird really quick.

  “Uh, Ky. I have some stuff to … handle. I’ll call you later and we can go to dinner tonight. Skylar has some things to take care of at the clubhouse. Good?” More giggles and a soft moan.

  “Yup. Works for me. Congrats. Love you.” Mira mimics my parting message and hangs up, thankfully before I hear any more than I need to.

  Jacoby’s standing in the archway leading to the living room, still only wearing a towel and his devilish grin.

  “What was all that about?”

  “Skylar proposed to Mira. My best friend’s getting married,” I say, my smile reaching ear to ear. I really don’t know if I’ve ever felt like everything’s right in the world, but somehow in this moment, I can’t feel anything other than that.

  Mira has her guy and is madly in love. Danny’s moving on with his life and is still friends with our group that is more like a family. Then there’s me. I’m taking steps toward my future that I never thought I would.

  I lean back on the couch, letting out a sigh and enjoying this moment for as long as it lasts. Then it hits me. If Mira thinks I’m going to wear some gaudy, disgusting maid of honor dress, she’s obviously delirious from all the monkey sex she’s having. Laughing at the thought, I come to the conclusion that whatever Mira wants me to wear, I will, because it’s her day and not mine, but payback is a bitch.

  “That’s good for them. I take it you’re gonna go see her then. I’m sure you’re dying to gush about all the details,” Jacoby says sarcastically, knowing I’m not that girl.

  “Actually, smartass, I am pretty excited to hear all about it. With everything she’s gone through over the last year, she’s finally getting everything she wanted.”

  “Look at you, Red. All grown up and wanting to talk romance with your friend. I couldn’t be more proud that I’m involved in this huge milestone.” I throw a pillow at Jacoby, and he ducks and tackles me on the couch.

  Even through his relentless tickling and the stream of tears coming down my face from laughing doesn’t do much to curb the appetite I have for Jacoby. I manage to squirm enough to fall off the couch, get to my feet and run as quickly as I can, hiding behind the island in the kitchen.

  “Okay, enough. I can’t take any more,” I say in between stomach cramping laughter. Jacoby holds his hands up in defeat.

  “So, you’re going to see Mira tonight? Why don’t you call her and let her know we’ll double?” My mouth is gaping open, wondering if I should be concerned that we’ve been dating for ten hours and he wants to double with my friends, or that he’s willing to go outside of his usual circle to spend time with them.


  “Are you sure? You know that Skylar’s a biker, right? And Mira, well, you like her,” I chuckle, remembering that Mira works for Jacoby.

  “For starters, I’m not going for them, I’m going for you. I want to spend time with you and your friends. Finally, I’m not some old guy with a stick up my ass that can’t hang out with people from different walks of life. I happen to like Skylar.” Jacoby almost sounds offended that I even thought he wouldn’t get along with Skylar.

  “Well then, it’s settled,” I lean over the island and capture his lips for an innocent kiss, “I’ll call Mira and we’ll all do dinner together.”

  “Okay, you probably need to head home and change. I’ll do the stuff I have to do and then pick you up at six?” His smile reaches his eyes, lighting up the room.

  Getting dressed, I have this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I don’t want to leave. Here I am, worried about him moving too quickly, not giving me enough time to get used to the idea of having a boyfriend, and I’m the one wanting to move faster. What should have taken me ten minutes to be dressed and out the door has taken at least twenty.

  By the time I get home, it’s before noon and I have the day to do what I want. I think about doing some grocery shopping, but quickly decide against it. The same goes for doing laundry, getting my oil changed or going for a haircut.

  I send Mira a text, letting her know to have Skylar at dinner because I’m bringing Jacoby. She lets me know that actually works out great because Skylar doesn’t have to be at the clubhouse until later and that she made reservations at one of the nicer restaurants downtown.

  Looking over, my laptop catches my eye, sitting on the table to the side my bed and it’s calling my name. I turn it on, open the manuscript I’ve been working on and start reading back through what I’ve written so far. It’s shocking when I find myself drawn into my own story, like I’m reading something that I bought from the store. The characters seem so real to me, and then I realize they are real.

  From the characteristics that make each and every person who they are down to the physical description. I actually wrote that Jacoby and I were already together in this story and it brings a peaceful feeling into my heart.