Page 11 of Heavenleigh

“Hey, baby.How is your Friday going?”

It took me a few seconds to remember there was a three-hour time difference between Hawaii and California this time of year.If I were home, I would have already been at the gallery or in my art studio.

“Busy,” I responded.Not exactly a lie, just not the kind of busy she would expect from me.“What’s up?”

Please let everything be okay.

“Everything is great, sweetheart.I just wanted to check in—and also let you know your sister is coming home for a few days.I’m hoping to have a family dinner on Monday since it might be a few more weeks before everyone is home again.Does that work for you?I know you have that new showcase at the gallery coming up.”

“Monday is fine, Mom.”

There was a pause on her end, and I closed my eyes, knowing something in my voice must have given me away.Jake shifted beside me, the rustling sounding overly loud to my ears.Scooting closer, he pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder.I shot him a glare that earned me a smirk.He trailed his fingers up and down my spine, causing my traitorous body to respond.Less than twenty-four hours and he’d turned me into a greedy slut.

“Are you feeling okay, Heavenleigh?”Mom asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

I elbowed Jake in the chest, trying to put distance between us before he started making me pant.Or whine.Neither were sounds I wanted my mother to hear.“Never better.Just busy, like I said.”

Jake coughed, not too loud, but he was right beside me.Mom gasped.“Are you with someone?”

“That was just Curtis.He has an allergy thing going on.”Jake made a displeased noise when I said the other man’s name, which, of course, my mom heard.I shoved him away, my scowl promising him unimaginable suffering in the near future.

“Curtis couldn’t cough that deep if the poor man had pneumonia.Try again, and this time, I expect the truth.”

Squeezing the bridge of my nose, I gave her a very abbreviated answer.“I met someone.”She squeaked, and I rushed to explain.“It’s very new, Mom.We’re figuring it out.”

“Okay, okay.I’ll let you get back to whatever you were busy doing.”She paused again.“Wewilldiscuss this more on Monday.”

“Sure, see you then.”I hung up before she could change her mind and smacked Jake’s arm.“You did that on purpose.”

“Who the fuck is Curtis?”His jealousy dripped from each word like venom.

“Someone I work with at the gallery.”His jaw flexed, and I rolled my eyes, more turned on than I wanted to admit by his show of jealousy.“He’s also married to a kind man named Gable.They have a three-year-old son they adopted from Thailand.”

Grasping my wrist, he tugged me over him then rolled us until I was beneath him.I didn’t have time to think before he was inside me.Tender, overworked muscles protested the abrupt invasion, yet I was already gushing for it.

“You didn’t tell your mom about me,” he growled, his russet eyes wild.With his scruffy beard and messy dark-blond hair, he looked like a version of the Beast.

Gasping, I clutched at his shoulders, my body rocking up to meet each of his thrusts.“I met you yesterday.Universe or not, I think we both need at least a few days before we start shoving our parents at each other.”

“Fuck, I hate that you’re right.”His pace increased.“It shouldn’t even matter.I’m going to put off introducing you to my mother for as long as possible.For your sake and no one else’s.”

“Thank you,” I half laughed, half moaned.

Meeting his parents, especially his mother, was not on my bucket list.Yara had given me plenty of glimpses into what a raging bitch the woman was during our college years.Although we’d never been formally introduced in person, Miranda Wilson vehemently hated me.She hadn’t taken the time to learn a single fact about me, only made assumptions.The woman was an entitled snob, but I didn’t hold that against Yara.I wouldn’t hold it against Jake either.

Whatever this was, wherever the universe guided us, I wanted to be with Jake.

“You’re mine, bunny.I want everyone to know it.”

Hearing the possessive rumble in his voice caused my core to clench around his massive cock.I was close, the burn of discomfort in my aching muscles adding an extra layer to the euphoria, to the point it was overwhelming.My brain didn’t know which of my senses to focus on.Each touch was pleasure mixed with a sting of pain.The scent of sex was thick in the air.His taste still lingered on my tongue.Our heavy breathing, every minuscule sound that left us, echoed in my ears.

It was too much, yet not enough, and somehow the perfect combination all at once.

“Ven!”he roared, coming so hard his body began to tremble above me.I locked my legs around his hips, riding the crest as rope after rope of his release filled me.

Sweat coating us, both of us gasping as we attempted to regain our breath, he rolled us so he was on his back and I was draped over him.Closing my eyes, I smiled against his shoulder.

Maybe it was the plethora of orgasms that had fried my brain, but I was boneless, aching, dripping with his come.