Free Too Far Gone (In Too Deep #2) by Stella Rhys Page A

need you inside me, Jake,” she breathed.  “Please, Jake, I – oh God, ” she gasped when I slid my first few inches inside her, her hot, unbelievably tight walls throbbing around my thick rod, squeezing me like a vise.  My jagged breathing was a growl as I watched her squirm for me, savoring the moment I’d been waiting far too long for.
    And without another word, I sunk the length of my cock inside her.

Chapter Twelve
    Lara
    I changed upstairs while Jackson hosted our friends in the dining room.  They had all come over for some food and a toast – or three – before we all headed off for the grand opening of the Monarch Hotel.
    I was fastening my earrings in front of my vanity when I made out the sound of Jake’s arrival.  My heart beat faster the second I heard his voice, my dress feeling suddenly too tight as I flashed back to yesterday, on the thirty-fourth floor of the hotel.  “No one else can do this to you.”  Jake’s raspy words replayed in my ears as my breath grew shallow under my cutout bodycon dress.  They had growled in my ear as he plunged into me, every thrust deep and hard from the start, getting me so incredibly wet I could hear the sounds of him plunging in and out.  Holding my both my hands above my head – with just one of his – he had pounded me endlessly.  Mercilessly.  And I’d loved every second of it.  He had dominated every last inch of my body and it had been breathless, blissful delirium.  The full body release I didn’t know existed.
    And I had nearly come again from watching Jake’s ferocious orgasm.  His muscled body had caged over me as he roared, pumping to a finish inside me before collapsing onto my body, still in a state of euphoria as he murmured in my ear.  “ You’re mine, Lara.  You belong to me and only me .”
    I couldn’t deny it.
    There was no other explanation for the fact that I was living a nightmare yet still rose every morning feeling okay.  Sometimes even with a vague smile on my lips.  When I wasn’t in Jake’s arms, I dreamt about him.  I dreamt about the sand my toes would sink into as he walked me across his favorite beach.  I dreamt of the breeze that would blow my hair past my shoulders as he kissed me on his boat, in the middle of the sea.  Amid the chaos, he was the only thing that kept me standing on two feet.  I couldn’t think of any reason why I wouldn’t belong to him, and I couldn’t fight the realization that floated through my body as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror.
    I loved Jake.
    “Babe.”
    I gasped when I heard Jackson’s firm voice.  I opened my eyes to find him standing behind me, smiling as he gazed at me through the mirror.
    “God, I always picture how you’ll look in these dresses when I buy them,” he murmured, drinking his scotch.  “But you always wind up looking better than my fantasies, which is fucking ridiculous.”  He laughed, nodding out the door.  “Come on, babe.  Come downstairs with me so I can show you off.”
    “Can you give me a second, Jackson?”
    “No.  It’s imperative that I get to parade your body in that sexy fucking dress now.  I know you’re not going to be happy to hear this but Dane’s here, and he’s already asked where you are.”
    My body went cold.  I froze, staring at Jackson through the mirror.  “What? I thought you guys weren’t friends anymore.”
    “He reached out to me recently, so I figured I’d bury the hatchet like an adult.”
    Every muscle under my crawling skin went cold.  “He reached out to you? What did he want to tell you?” I asked in a casual voice, but my legs were already shaking under the vanity.  I tried to study Jackson’s expression as I asked myself a million questions about why on Earth I’d ever trust Dane.
    “What do you mean what did he want to tell me?” Jackson laughed, tossing back the rest of his drink.  “Pretty sure he called me up because he wanted an invite to opening night, which is fine