Jake was beyond drunk when the plane touched down in New York. He had hit the booze hard on the four-hour flight and was at the point of seeing double.
He had tried to drown his sorrows and give himself enough Dutch courage to see this through, but he had gone way overboard. He had been consumed with her, memories of kissing her, aching to go back and stop this bullshit. ~God, he missed her already.~
Just being away, the miles widening, had been torture for him. Instead of distance giving him the ability to breathe, he had felt each mile choking him to near strangulation.
He was so fucked over this girl and out of control. Every part of him wanted to turn around and go back.
He had pulled up her name on his phone a hundred times and just stared at it, stopping himself from drunk dialing her and telling her he was an asshole because he fucking loved her to death. And he did⦠all-consuming, every single aching part of him loved her beyond anything he could ever explain.
Whether she wanted to be or not, she was his world, and he was a major idiot for letting it get this far. He hovered over the song he had pulled from his iTunes several times and thought about sending it but didnât. ~ApologizeâOne Republic.~
He wanted to tell her he was sorry, he felt like the biggest prick in the world, and his heart was wrenched in two at being this way to his angel. His beautiful perfect fucking little angel. ~God, he was so fucking drunk.~
Getting off the plane had been an ordeal. He hadnât been this smashed in a long time and almost fell down the steps onto the runway in front of Jefferson.
Jefferson casually came and helped Jake walk to the car with a silent, unamused expression on his fatherly face. Jefferson knew better than to say anything; he had been there through Jakeâs wild years and tended to let him get whatever was eating him out of his system in any way that Jake felt necessary.
He just helped Jake get into the car and almost groaned when he saw Brianne already there and grinning his way. She did devastatingly look like Emma, but she wasnât her.
No one would ever compare to her, even if they were fucking twins who had been separated at birth. ~Fuck~. He realized the privacy panel on the limo was already up and groaned.
He knew only too well what that meant and didnât have to look to find she was naked under her fur coat as Jefferson closed the door on them, locking him in his dark hell with a girl who was only focused on sex. Jake was seriously regretting this all over and laid his head back on the seat and just closed his eyes.
âYou smell like booze, Jakey baby. Did you start without me?â She smiled and crawled over suggestively to straddle his lap as the car moved off. Jake didnât have the energy to react.
He just tried not to see Emma in his mindâs eye as small hands ran up his abdomen and chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. He was no stranger to sex in the back of his cars, but right now, he didnât care if he never had sex again as long as she let him sleep this off.
She tried to kiss him on the mouth, but he turned away. She wasnât her. She didnât kiss like her. He wanted Emma. âHmm, yeah.â
Jake was trying to sleep, his swimming head trying to give in to the darkness. The only thing stopping him was the probing hands on his body or the small wet mouth moving across his neck and collarbone as she exposed skin.
Jake couldnât deny his body was reacting, but he also couldnât deny the whole fucking time he saw and heard Emma in his headâclosing off Brianne completely and letting his head go any route it wanted.
He was definitely getting hard with the writhing, small body on top of him, and his hands automatically slid up naked legs under a fur coat to find soft bare skin and curves. He opened his eyes and looked down at the blonde hair across his chest as she licked and nibbled her way down, breathing in her musky perfume and instantly hating that it wasnât tropical or sweet.
It was all wrong with how she looked. Her body ducked lower, and she started unbuttoning his pants. Horny Jake was beginning to take control of his mind, and with a visual so Emma-like, he couldnât help but react.
He shoved her back and helped speed the way, unbuttoning and yanking them down until he was fully exposed and ignoring her face. If he looked at her, he would know it wasnât her and wouldnât be able to do this. He closed his eyes again and relaxed into her mouth, devouring him.
The pleasure was waving up his limbs and the amazing sensation of a hot, wet mouth on the part of him that had been severely neglected. She was good at doing this and soon had him reaching that pinnacle of release far too quickly.
He came in her mouth and only for a second felt remorse at doing something so dirty to his beautiful angel. Looking down and seeing Brianne licking her lips back at him, he pushed down the surge of anger and looked away from her again. So goddamn conflicted.
Closing his eyes forcefully as she let her hand bring him back for a second round, her body fully naked now that she had let her coat slide down to the floor. The carâs motion only added to how quickly she got him turned back on.
Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he shoved her off him onto the seat. Facially, she didnât have Emmaâs beauty, and he didnât want to fuck anyone else. So, Jake did the only thing he could.
He turned her around and pushed her hard against the seat with every intention of abusing this body until every part of his mind that wanted Emma was satisfied. This is why he had chosen Brianne. From behind, she was almost her, and she had no boundaries in how she would let him fuck her.
She didnât care how rough or how many timesâas long as it was him. Brianne was one of those all-consumed-by-Jake kind of women, and it would serve his purpose tonight.
Pushing her into the leather, he got up behind her and smacked her hard across the assâleaving his mark with satisfaction before leaning in to wipe Emma out of his head for good.