Only Mine

This night can end in one of two ways. Either I admit my part of slight, but only slight, an overreaction that was also fueled from my insecurities about our relationships which is about time to address them together, and he realizes and admits his part of the mistake, or ... we stay angry and hurt at each other just so we'll have a blown up fight later. The blown-up fight seems the only kind of fights we have anyway. Like fire crashing against fire.

I think today is the time for one of us to become the water and extinguish the fire rather than fuel it. And by the way his reaction was after I left his office, it will obviously have to be me.

I was pondering the question in my head for the last 20 minutes, while absentmindedly chatting with Mike and Hanna who were trying to find out what happened, but I just gave them an abbreviated version of our argument. I had to give them something after they saw Jake drag me out of the club.

Mike was seriously not pleased and I love him for his protectiveness, but the fault was two-sided. I am capable of admitting it, even with alcohol-induced brain. Not that I feel any kind of buzz after the night's events and now continuing my night drinking water.

"Your angry lover boy just joined the party," Hanna informs me after pointing in his direction just when he emerges from the same hallway we disappeared half an hour ago.

He goes back to the other side of the bar without so much as a glance in my direction. Fine, as he likes. To his credit, when the skank from before approached him again he excused himself and rather rudely bypassed her and leave. I could see shock and anger on her face from the other side of the bar.

Good, at least he got my point.

Now for the second part, I'll enjoy a couple of hours more with my favourite people and then go talk to him.

So when Mike pulls us both to the dance floor, I let him, determined to not ruin their night because of my stupid drama.

I laugh when he starts doing some weird moves, gaining the attention of everyone around us and I and Hanna are laughing our asses off.

Then he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him with a dramatic dip at the end. He cracks up with me and hugs me tight.

"That's the smile I was aiming for. You're good, doll?"

"Yeah. Thanks for being here. Sorry if I ruined your night."

"Don't be stupid. As long as you are fine, everything's good."

He looks at me with these adorable blue eyes and I'm reminded again how happy I am we are close to each other again.

"C'mon you suckers, we are a group. As in three people. Not you two and poor Hanna thrown to the curb."

We laugh and roll eyes at her.

"I think you would be able to get a new group in a matter of seconds if you'd wanted to. We are the losers here."

Mike's words praise her enough and she pulls us back to form a circle again.

"True enough, kiddo. But you two are my group today. So act like it."

And with the mood continuing in the same spirit we stayed on the dance floor for at least an hour.

A few songs later Mike says he is going home since he has an early morning and when I crank my neck to see if I could spot Jake anywhere, Hanna looks at me knowingly and says she'll leave with Mike, smugly suggesting if I'm going with them.

Like she doesn't know.

"Uhm, no, I guess I'll stay behind and wait for Jake."

It's past 3 am already, and hopefully, he'll leave soon. I'd much rather have this talk at home than in his "cursed" office.

"We know Jess, we know." Hanna rolls eyes at me and Mike just smiles warmly.

"Talk to you tomorrow, guys." I kiss both of them goodbye and then start making my way towards the bar.

I scan the length of it, but my brooding man is nowhere to be found.

There is a nervous feeling settling in my chest, but I really don't want to jump to conclusions so fast. I know he wouldn't hurt me on purpose.

After another ten minutes of scanning the whole place and walking around aimlessly, I give up and decide to ask one of the bartenders since he's not picking up his phone either.

"Excuse me, do you know where Jake is?"

"He is around. Do you need anything?"

He eyes me appreciatively and me-before-Jake would notice how cute he actually is. Now, I just want an answer from him.

"No, I mean, yes. I'm his, um... friend and need to talk to him."

He checks me out suspiciously but apparently decides I'm not some lunatic when he indicates to give him a minute.

He picks up the phone after asking my name and a few mumbled words later put it back down and lean towards me.

"Mr. Adams said his girlfriend can join him in his office if she wishes to speak to him."

There is humor dancing in his eyes and he gives me a knowing grin.

Oh, now I'm his girlfriend. Convenient. I wonder if it has anything to do with the flirty waiter.

I smile politely and make my way in the direction of the Personnel Only section, trying not to be too nervous. Office it is again.

I knock lightly before entering and I hear his deep voice telling me to come in. He is sitting behind his large desk, scattered papers all over the wooden surface and glass with dark liquid next to him. He doesn't say a word and continues looking at the paper in front of him, not acknowledging me in any way.

I thought I was the one who was supposed to be upset. Or at least more upset.

Slowly I approach his desk and sit on the other side, keeping a formal distance between us. Still nothing.

I clear my throat before speaking.

"How are you?" my voice comes out quieter than I intended. I really hate it when there is such coldness between us.

It takes him a couple of seconds before he finally lifts his head.

"I don't know Jessica, let me see. One moment I'm busy at work, conversing with people," I glare at him using the word 'people and he changes the term, "ok, conversing with ladies, harmlessly if I may add, when my girlfriend shows up. And instead of me showing her how happy I am to see her, she goes all crazy and insults my clients, so I have to literally drag her away from there. Not a good look for the owner, by the way."

I try to interrupt but he silences me with his finger and angry glare.

"I am not done yet. And like this wasn't enough, my said girlfriend throws in my face my past "relationships" when she clearly knows how I feel about her and how much our relationship means to me. So, Jessica. You tell me how I feel."

"First of all, sorry if my reaction made you look bad in front of the people that come to your club, that wasn't my intention. But I'm not sorry for yelling at those women, because if you admit it or not, they were all over you, and you wouldn't tolerate it if the situation was reversed. Am I right?"

He grumbles something, but I continue without actually wanting an answer.

"Second of all, sorry for the thing I said here in your office, it wasn't fair of me, but you clearly weren't getting how it made me feel seeing you like that, and I'm not comfortable with you behaving this way."

He gets up from his chair and rounds the desk, stopping in front of me and sitting on the edge. I look down to my lap where my fingers are fidgeting nervously and after a beat, I can feel his index finger urging my chin back up.

I release a deep breath before I look at those captivating eyes. Like always when I'm this close to him, my heartbeat picks up and I want to forget all about our argument as soon as the deep pools of green scan my whole face.

"Jess, this is my job. I have to be around people, and yes, a lot of them are ladies. But you are right, the girl became too clingy and I was planning on stepping away right when you approached. And I most certainly don't want to see you in the same situation."

He practically growls the last few words and he grabs my shoulders so he can pull me snug to his chest. I know the look in his eyes; it's the possessive look he gets every time he feels someone wants to take me away from him.

I feel his hand grabbing a handful of my wavy hair and pulling down so my head is forced up and at his mercy.

"Despite being angry at you for making a public scene, I can't deny how hard you made me when you got all possessive. But I will make sure women aren't too touchy with me anymore and you make sure that your sassy crazy-ass comes to visit me more often at work."

"Really? Would you want that?"

My insecurities clearly showing.

"It's just that I can't shake the feeling that you still don't want to be seen with me, especially in the club, with all those beautiful women around you. And when I saw you today with them, taking up all your attention, I saw red. I want to be the one you want to have by your side on nights like this. Or any night for that matter."

His grip on my hair softens and his eyes get a loving gleam to them.

"Baby girl, I don't know what is in this cute head of yours, but you are the most beautiful woman in and outside of the club. None of them interest me, and certainly, none of them get me this hard."

He rocks his pelvis against my core and lust shots through me, making me moan internally.

"And next time just talk to me. I'd love it if you come here more often. I didn't want to ask you before because well, for some reason most of our arguments happened here and I didn't want to trigger something when I finally convinced you to be mine."

This was the best possible scenario I wanted to hear and with that out of the way, I was more than ready to continue what we started earlier. Like he read my mind, he grabbed my hair again and pull back, exposing my neck to him and he kissed and bite while simultaneously rocking his hips against mine. I was instantly on fire and I started undressing his shirt.

"Fuck, and this dress Jess. Don't get me even started on that."

His hand traveled up the back of my thigh until he reached my panties, tracing them and surely feeling how damp they already are. He smacked my ass hard, making me yelp in surprise and then gently rub the spot where his hand burnt.

"This is for misbehaving. And now I want you to make up for it."

I wanted to point out I wasn't the only one at fault, but I like the dominating Jake. Not knowing until I met him, but it turns me on immensely when he bosses me around and uses me for his own pleasure. So I kept quiet and obediently nod my head.

"Good girl. Get down on your knees."

I purposely glided close to his body, making sure to put extra pressure where his zipper was straining.

"Now take my cock out and suck me like I know you can. No teasing, I want to feel your hot little mouth wrapped around me, now."

I was so slick between my legs just from his words, I would probably come in an instant if he touched me.

I freed him from his pants and did what he asked. Without preamble, I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and pulled him into my mouth, sucking loudly and enjoying the groan it produced.

He kept his hand on the back of my head and led my movements, thrusting his hips to the back of my throat as far as I could take him and then sliding out almost completely.

The hot praising words he used in between kept the fire going in my core and I wanted to make him come as badly as I wanted my own release.

But he had other plans. I already felt his thigh muscles tightening at the impending orgasm when he pulled out of my mouth completely and lift me up on my feet.

"Wha-at ... ?"

"As much as I enjoy your mouth around me, I want to claim you even more. So turn around, your hands on the desk, and your gorgeous ass high up so I can see you perfectly."

I did just that, anticipation building deep in my core and I felt the wetness between my legs spreading.

He lifted the dress over my butt and when his fingers pulled on the side of my panties, I knew what was following.

He rips them off and then without any kind of foreplay pushed his throbbing length deep inside me, making me scream out in surprise and oh so much pleasure. My knees buckled from the intrusion and he had to hold around my waist to keep me standing.

The-best-damn-feeling-ever.

Hard sex like this with him is the best, mind-blowing, crazy, I-can't-think-of-another-term fantastic I've ever had and probably will ever have.

"Fuuuuck, you feel so amazing Jess."

"So," thrust, "damn," thrust, "fucking," pressing on my lower back so I gave him better access before surging in full force and deeper than ever, "amazing."

I screamed out when the waves of orgasm crashed through me and he joined soon after filling me up, both of us leaving a piece of ourselves on that desk.

It was a couple of minutes before our breathing return to normal and then we cleaned up and dressed back.

He gave me a small kiss to my forehead and tuck me to his side.

"Are you ready to leave and sleep with me tonight?"

I knew it was the right thing even before I said it. I was ready.

"I think I want to sleep with you every night from now on."

He froze next to me, turning my body towards him with questionable eyes and so much hope. Yes, definitely the right thing.

"Are you saying what I think you are saying?"

I chuckled. "I don't know. What do you think I'm saying?"

"That you just agreed to move in with me and not that you ever had a choice, but I'm happy it was sooner rather than later."

I smiled and nodded at his words.

"I love you, baby girl."

"I love you, Jake, so much."