Broken Dreams Stories

Chapter 54

Jake was waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom, my hair combed and put up in a messy bun. He stood up, walked over to me, and grabbed my hips.

“Sweetheart, you look beautiful. Are you feeling okay?” Before I could answer, he pressed his lips to mine, and it was several minutes before I could catch my breath again

“I’m a little sore, but it’s not my ribs or anything like that; you were so careful,” I admitted, turning a lovely shade of pink at just acknowledging to one of my guys that he was the cause of the ache between my legs.

Jake kissed my cheek and nipped at my car, making me giggle and squirm in his hold. “I’m sorry I made you so sore, sweet girl. Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?” He growled in my ear. I wiggled in his hold, as an image of him laying on the bed, head between my legs, as he made my stretched–out pussy feel better with his hot tongue seared a permanent picture in my imagination. My core clenched, and I knew I was getting wet. I groaned as Jake continued to tell me exactly what he was going to do to me the next time he had a chance.

“Jake, I will need a shower if you keep this up. I can’t go downstairs with no panties and soaking

wet.” I warned.

“Oh sweetheart, just you wait,” Jake smirked and, taking my hand, led me out of the bedroom.

When we entered the living room, I saw Josh on the couch watching a TV show, and Drew and Mike were in the kitchen getting dinner together. I didn’t see Patrick, but I’m sure he was somewhere close by. Giving my hand a final squeeze, he left me in the living room and went to help Drew and Mike with dinner.

me on his lap because he shifted his legs and

and

murmured in my car. Reaching behind him, he pulled a light throw off the back of the couch and covered me with it as I

need a nap.” I protested as Josh began running his fingers

for a few minutes.” As he whispered to me, I could feel my eyes getting heavy, and no matter how hard I fought it, I could

was time to wake up and that dinner was ready. I grunted, burrowing under the blanket and wrapping my fingers around Josh’s shirt. Josh began to

want to,” I whined, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face into his side. Josh sighed, releasing his hold on the blanket. He began stroking his hand

hungry? Dinner is almost ready.” Josh brushed

was muffled from being buried in

going anywhere,” Josh promised, brushing his fingers through my hair

I slept, but it was

gotten, even being wrapped

eyes and trying to sit up. Josh pulled me onto his

it in the microwave to warm out and, taking my hand, led me over to the table, pulling out my chair like a gentleman. I smiled at him. Now that I

I asked, looking