Evelyn
Jacob was the first to pull away, looking more disheveled than ever, quickly fumbling to button up his shirt. My heart sank as I met my dad’s and Clara’s expressions. Embarrassment flooded my face, heating my cheeks.
Fuck!
I had really thought they’d be asleep. But then again, this was a pretty stupid assumption considering I had run like a madwoman to stop Jacob from boarding his flight to Italy. Finding him again and the rush of emotions that followed had made me forget everything else. It seemed so normal to me at the moment.
Jacob shot me a look-the kind that screamed, I told you so. I dropped my gaze to my feet, fumbling with the hem of my dress.
I screwed up, didn’t I?
But honestly, I couldn’t blame myself. I had been away from him for far too long, and now that I had him, I wanted him as close as possible. No, I needed him close.
“You guys were supposed to be asleep,” I mumbled in weak defense, glancing between Dad and Clara. Even as the words left my mouth, I cringed. I couldn’t believe I said that. But I had to say something, right?
“Oh, really?” Dad’s eyebrow shot up, skepticism all over his face. “So, it’s our fault for not sleeping because we were worried about our daughter who ran off to stop her ex from boarding a flight?”
I pressed my lips together, struggling to come up with a response. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing I could say.
“Well… he’s not my ex anymore,” I blurted out. From behind Dad, Clara burst into laughter, clearly enjoying every second of the scene.
“Well, that much is obvious,” Clara teased, her voice laced with amusement. “Exes don’t usually do this…” She gestured between Jacob and me, her grin widening. “Do they?”
“Well, sometimes they do,” Jacob chimed in, giving me a sly look that made my cheeks flame even more.
I shot him a glare, muttering, “Shut up.”
“Should I?” he teased, his grin widening. “You were the one taking advantage of me that night.”
My eyes widened in shock, my hand flying to cover my mouth. “Me? I took advantage of you? You were the one doing all the-”
“Both of you, shut the fuck up right now!” Dad shouted, cutting us off. “I’ve had enough of your nonsense. Go to your rooms.”
“Great, let’s go,” I said, grabbing Jacob’s hand, ready to make a quick exit, but Dad wasn’t done yet.
“Separate rooms, Evelyn,” he growled, his eyes narrowing. The look he had on his face made me feel like a culprit.
Jacob raised his hands in surrender, clearly enjoying himself. “See? I told you, it’s not my fault. You always blame me, but I’m not the one starting trouble. It’s your daughter, buddy. I’m just the innocent victim here.”
I gaped at him, incredulous. “Victim? How dare you play the victim! You’re the one who always-”
“What did I just say to both of you?!” Dad bellowed, his patience wearing thin. “Go to your rooms. It’s late. We’ll talk about the mess you two have created tomorrow. Now, upstairs!”
Jacob shot back with a smirk, “Hey, you might be her dad, but you’re not mine. Don’t order me around like that-”
Dad’s face softened into a wry smile. “Oh, I’ll be your father-in-law soon enough, considering how obsessed you are with my daughter. Look at you-you were wandering around like a lost ghost, depressed, frustrated, miserable without her. So, you might want to start listening to me if you want to keep my ‘approval’ going.”
I could barely believe my ears as Dad gave Jacob a look that said he was fully enjoying this. “Now go to your room-and don’t you dare do any hanky-panky in my house.”
Jacob opened his mouth, “Well, maybe if you’d been asleep like normal people, you wouldn’t have to see any of it! I mean, it’s way past the time you and Clara usually go to bed, so really, it’s not my fault.”
“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” Dad shot back, his voice full of mock outrage. “You asshole! Shut up and get your ass upstairs!”
Jacob sighed in defeat, knowing full well there was no winning this argument. With a glance at me, I could see he was on the verge of laughing despite the situation. Dad, seeing that he’d won this round, finally gave up as well, shaking his head with an exasperated smile.
He turned and strode upstairs, scolding us like we were misbehaving kids. Well, horny kids. Wait-kids aren’t supposed to be horny, right? I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all, still flustered.
As Dad disappeared, Clara rushed toward us, beaming with excitement. She threw her arms around us, pulling us into a tight hug. “I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am! Finally, you two are back together,” she squealed, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Don’t mind Samuel. Just have fun and spend as much time together as you want, okay?”
I nodded, still mortified, while Jacob stood there, amusement dancing in his eyes. He was loving every second of this, watching me squirm. And honestly, I couldn’t blame him. I was the one who pounced on him despite his warnings, so yeah, I kind of deserved it.
“And congratulations on getting back together,” Clara added with a wink. “We all know you can’t live without each other.” She chuckled, caressed my cheek, gave Jacob a thumbs up, and finally walked away.
Now it was just the two of us, standing in the empty hallway. Silence stretched between us, thick and palpable. Jacob was the first to break it.
“So,” he said, his voice laced with amusement and that sexy edge I loved, “shall we finish what we started?”
I crossed my arms, glaring at him, my embarrassment morphing into anger. “Finish it? I’ll finish you, you jerk.” I swung at his chest, but he easily dodged it, stepping back with a grin.
“We can fight tomorrow,” he teased, unfazed. “But right now, we have unfinished business.”
What an infuriating asshole.
“No way! You had the audacity to blame me for what happened, acting like you were the victim!” I snapped. “You’re the one who left me sore and unable to walk, and yet, in your version, it’s always my fault! I swear, I’ll fucking kill you and bury you in the backyard.”
Before I could make good on my threat, Jacob laughed-a deep, melodious sound that I hated how much I loved-and in one swift motion, he bent down, scooped me up, and tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
“Evelyn, oh Evelyn,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he carried me up the stairs. “When will you ever grow up?”
“Did you just call me immature, you shithead?!” I struggled to break free, but his arms were like steel, making it impossible to overpower him.
“You’re not immature at all, baby,” he said, still amused. His grip tightened as he kept walking, utterly unbothered by the fact that my dad had just told us to behave. “But let’s admit it, you are kind of a baby.”
Before I could argue, his hand came down hard on my ass, the slap echoing through the hallway. I yelped, a rush of heat flooding my body. “A baby with a gorgeous round ass, big tits, a pretty face, and hair I could fist all night.”
Despite the way his words ignited something primal inside me, I shot back, “So what does that make you? A pedophile?”
He let out a dramatic, “Ouch,” completely unfazed. He knew damn well I couldn’t stay mad at him for long, no matter how much I wanted to.
“Put me down, you jerk!”
“Sorry, sweetheart,” his voice dropped lower, sending a shiver through me. “That’s not happening tonight. I’m planning on fucking you against the wall, so I doubt your feet will touch the floor anytime soon.”
My heart skipped as we neared his room. “Not happening! Let me down-I’m not sleeping with you tonight!”
He gave a low chuckle. “Oh, you won’t sleep. You’ll take my cock like a good girl. That’s all you need to worry about.”
My cheeks flushed crimson at his bluntness. He was so shameless. “You’re unbelievable,” I muttered.
“I can be anything you want, baby,” he said with a wicked grin, kicking the door shut behind us.