The Wager Page 23

  “Jake—”

  “You aren’t a notch,” Jake said. “Char, you’re not a damn notch in my bed post, you’re not just some girl. This isn’t a drunken moment we’re going to share. This isn’t another one of my playboy nights. I have nothing to offer you but me, and I want nothing in return but every piece of your heart.”

  Char gave him a slow nod.

  “Say it,” he said in a hoarse voice.

  “You have it,” Char whispered.

  “What do I have?” He walked slowly toward the bed.

  “My heart.” Char leaned up on her knees. “Me, all of me, every damn piece. I want you to have it all.”

  When he reached her, he closed his eyes. “I swear, I’ll never let go.”

  “When did you turn so romantic?”

  “I don’t know.” Jake pulled her into his arms. “When did you get so damn beautiful that it makes me want to spout poetry?”

  “Kiss me.”

  “Nope.” Jake gently pushed her away. “I’m going to take this slow.”

  “Please take it fast,” Char whined, feeling the loss of his touch like a cold wind against her body.

  “No.” Jake’s fingertips grazed her chin. “I want to savor you.”

  Char gasped as Jake tugged her face to his and licked her lower lip, then sucked on it, his tongue slipping past her teeth to taste her. “God, you’re amazing.” He mumbled against her lips as he nipped at her mouth and explored every single crevice of her face. Hands roaming all over her, it was impossible to think or do anything except respond to him as he coaxed her, touched her, loved her.

  With a sigh, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, gently laying her across it. He pulled away, and watched her, his eyes darkening with need, yet he held himself back.

  Smiling, he dove his fingers into her hair and fanned it out around her head, combing through it over and over again as if hypnotized by the way it felt around his fingers.

  “I’ve dreamed of this you know.” Jake said. “of the way your hair would look against this bed, against satin sheets, against anything really. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

  Char opened her mouth to speak but he shushed her with his finger.

  His head descended as he kissed her neck and then moved up to her ear, licking the tip and then blowing into it, causing goose bumps to flare across her body.

  “So responsive.” His lips moved across her jaw and down her neck to the other ear. He repeated the process, and then placed a wet kiss in the middle of her chest, and blew softly across the wetness as her body once again flared to life, every nerve on edge, waiting in anticipation for his next move.

  His hands were warm as they cupped her butt and slid her down on the bed. The heat from his body scorched her as he hovered over her, and his eyes never left her face as he moved his hands from her hips to her thighs. “Tonight, it’s not about me. It’s about you, only you.”

  “But—”

  And then all conscious thought left her as Jake’s hands worked their magic with her body. When she cried out, he placed a kiss on her forehead, and then her eyelids, and then his hands massaged down her thighs to her calves, and back up to her shoulders. It was like living in the best erotic dream of her life; every kiss, every sensation was like a drug.

  When he finally pressed into her, she was so on edge that she couldn’t help but scream his name.

  And that’s when his self-control, aching slowness, and all around patience snapped and in its place there was a wild, possessive man in love, who was doing everything in his power to claim her as his.

  “I love you,” he whispered as their bodies moved together, sweat causing them to slide against each other.

  Char’s world exploded—it changed. Colors were brighter, feelings were tighter, and her soul joined with his.

  “Forever,” he whispered, out of breath. “Mine forever.”

  Chapter Fifty-one

  They must have fallen asleep. Jake hadn’t been able to stop after the first time, or the second. Damn, he was lucky to have enough energy left to lift his head. The rest of the wedding party probably assumed he was pouting. That couldn’t be further from the truth: he was elated, sated, still aroused—hell, how was that possible? He drank in the sight of Char’s creamy skin, the way her chestnut hair fell over her shoulders. Incredible, she was incredible. He sighed and looked out the window. The sky was dark. Jake bolted out of bed when he heard voices coming down the hall.

  “Char!” He nudged her. “Wake up!”

  The sheet fell from her.

  War raged inside him. Take her again or chance that the door was unlocked and his grandmother would see firsthand what happened when he was sent to his room with a dead sexy girl.

  Grandma yelled something.

  Fear won out. “Hurry!” He jumped out of bed and threw her dress at her.

  Jake grabbed his pants and shirt and put them on as fast as he could. By the time the knob turned he was trying to straighten the bed.

  The door opened.

  Char sat at the edge of the bed and folded her hands. Jake joined her and exhaled.

  Grandma burst through the door. “Where have you two been?”

  “Here.” Jake cleared his throat. “You’re the one who sent us here to begin with.”

  Travis and Kacey followed Grandma into the room. Oh great. Jake tried to keep the guilt from his face, but Travis’s knowing glance told him he was doing a really crappy job of looking innocent. Was it his fault that he couldn’t keep himself from smiling like he’d just won the lottery? He felt his smile widen; well hell. May as well embrace the fact that he wasn’t hiding anything from his brother.

  “What were you two doing… alone?” Grandma folded her arms, her bracelets jingling on her wrists at the contact. “No hanky panky, right?”

  “No, ma’am.” Jake shook his head and cleared his throat. “We were just playing—”

  “Charades.” Char nodded.

  “With two people?” Grandma’s eyes narrowed as she looked behind Char toward the bed.

  “Sure.” Jake choked on his laugh—naked charades, classic. “It’s a new thing.”

  Travis groaned loudly. “Damn, I wish I was playing charades.”

  “Find your own partner!” Jake snapped.

  “It’s not the partner that’s the problem; it’s the game warden.” He glared at Grandma.

  “Are we still talking about Charades?” Grandma asked innocently.

  “Yup!” Char offered a fake laugh. “It’s… uh, the game just got intense.”

  “I bet it did,” Travis grumbled.

  “Who won?” This from Kacey.

  “Me,” Jake and Char said in unison.

  “How many times did you play?” Kacey asked, but was nudged in the ribs by Travis. “What?”

  “Not helping.”

  “Sorry.” She muttered while Jake saw Char hold up four fingers.

  Kacey gave her a thumbs up.

  “Not that any of my ridiculous grandsons are paying attention to me.” Grandma walked over to the chair where Char’s bra was hanging and sat.

  Jake’s eyes widened in horror.

  Travis chuckled.

  Kacey swiftly walked behind Grandma and pulled the bra onto the floor. “I’m paying attention, Grandma.”

  “I just, I needed to tell Char and Jake before it was too late.”

  “Too late?” Char asked. “For what?”

  “An annulment, of course!” Grandma shouted. “What else would I be worried about?”

  Jake’s mouth opened and then closed. “Why the hell would we need an annulment, we aren’t married.”

  “About that.” Grandma played with a thread on her shirt. “It seems the document you signed, in the bride’s and groom’s spots… technically, you’re husband and wife.” She lifted her shoulders into the air. “Oops?”

  “Oops?” Jake repeated. “Oops, my ass! You planned this!”

  “How dare you!” Gran
dma stood. “Even I wouldn’t stoop so low as to trick my favorite grandson into marriage.”

  “I was your favorite this morning.” Travis clearly felt the need to add.

  Grandma ignored him. “You’ll just have to stay married. After all this family doesn’t believe in divorce and by the state of Char’s hair I’m guessing you’ve already”—Grandma had the good sense to blush—“played Charades.” Then as if remembering she was Grandma and truly possessed no censor looked at Char. “Tell me, dear, how was the game?”

  Char blushed and reached for Jake’s hand. “Life altering, earth moving, soul searching.”

  Jake’s heart beat a little faster at her admission; she’d repeated what he’d said earlier. Oh to hell with it. He grabbed the back of her head and kissed the hell out of her. Their lips met in a frenzy. He broke the kiss too soon, grinning like a fool.

  “Show off.” Travis grumbled.

  “Oh, honey, once you’re married tomorrow you can play all the Charades you want!” Grandma patted Travis on the arm. “Who knows maybe your Grandma will have a little time for game night over at Mr. Casbon’s.”

  “Dear God, I hope not,” Jake mumbled under his breath.

  “Well.” Grandma, seeming very pleased with herself, rose from her chair. “Now that that’s settled, back to business. Jake, you and Char are in charge of making sure the cake topper gets to the caterer and don’t forget about your dance.”

  Jake swore.

  “I feel so much better suddenly,” Travis said in a smug voice.

  “Dance? What dance?” Kacey asked

  “Don’t ruin the surprise.” Travis directed her toward the door and flashed Jake one last eager smile.

  “Off to bed you two!” Grandma pushed Travis and Kacey out of the room. “They’re married. You, however, have one more night to spend alone before you can play your little games.”

  “I hate you, Jake.” Travis called as he was ushered out of the room.

  “Sleep hard, Travis!”

  He was flashed the bird before the door closed behind Grandma.

  “She planned it.” Char shook her head. “That menacing woman planned the whole thing.”

  Jake sat back on the bed and laid down. “She should be given an honorary degree from Harvard or something.”

  “I wonder if they have degrees in manipulation,” Char said aloud.

  “Not manipulation. It’s like the art of war.”

  “I bet in another life she was a general,” Char agreed.

  There was silence for a moment. Jake reached for her hand. “I had this really romantic speech to say and then all of a sudden I realized I didn’t eat any dinner and now I’m starving. Want to go downstairs and raid the kitchen?”

  “Yes.” Char jumped off the bed. “I didn’t even finish my wine at dinner!” She seemed horrified.

  “Those poor children in Africa. I can’t believe you wouldn’t finish your wine. You know they don’t even have wine over there.”

  “Very funny.” Char shoved past him and ran through the door. Grandma was already busy positioning her chair in the middle of the hall.

  Something barked.

  Jake winced. The bark got louder; he looked down. Holy shit, Grandma had bought an Ewok.

  “What’s that?” He pointed to the offending animal and prayed he was hallucinating. The thing was way too small and annoying to be a guard dog.

  “He’s my protector.” Grandma reached down for the puppy. “Aren’t you Charles Barkley? Aren’t you?”

  “You named him after a basketball player? I didn’t even know you watched basketball.”

  Grandma shrugged. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. And I find that man… fascinating. He’s so large and commanding, if you get my meaning.”

  Jake purposefully chose not to get her meaning lest he have nightmares for the rest of his existence. “Grandma, please don’t ever say that out loud again.”

  “What?” She shrugged. “It’s the truth. Besides, I figured my rape whistle wasn’t enough to protect me from intruders. But little Charles does such a great job. Well, I sleep like the dead!”

  “You live with mom and dad.” Jake pointed out.

  “On the first floor.” Grandma sounded exasperated. “By the time I grab my whistle they’ll already be in the bedroom! And once they’re in the bedroom, it’s lights out for Grandma.” Yeah, Jake wasn’t so sure Grandma would take anything lying down, the intruder would probably be the one leaving traumatized.

  Char watched the exchange with amusement. “So, Grandma, is that who the shock collar’s for?”

  “Ah.” Jake nodded. “Now it makes sense.”

  “What does?” Grandma set the dog in her chair.

  “The shock collar. It’s for Charles?”

  “No.” Grandma petted the dog. “That’s a good boy, that’s a good boy! Charles…” she turned to Jake. “Is trained.”

  The dog barked again.

  “He’s the perfect dog, listens to my every word.”

  The barking continued.

  “Why he even knows French!”

  The dog barked in agreement.

  “How do you figure?” Jake glared at the dog as it bared its teeth at him.

  Grandma flicked her hand in the air. “He was born in France, oui, oui!”

  The dog actually stopped barking and sat.

  “The shock collar was to scare Travis shitless.”

  “Thanks, Grandma!” Travis called from one of the bedrooms.

  “I love you, Trav!” Grandma yelled back breaking the sound barrier with her voice.

  “Right.” Jake backed up slowly. “Well, Char and I are just going to go eat something. We’ll be back, how do we, uh, get past the guard dog?”

  “Jake.” Grandma shook her head. “I’m disappointed, you of all people should know how to get past a dog. After all, you used to be one.”

  “Point, Grandma,” Char said behind him.

  At Grandma’s chuckle his eyes narrowed. “How do we get past the damn dog?”

  “Think of it as another game.” Grandma waved him off. “Enjoy your snack!”

  Chapter Fifty-two

  “She has too much time on her hands,” Jake said as they entered the kitchen. Char didn’t need wine; she was still buzzing about their few hours in bed. But food, food she needed.

  “It’s not her fault that her hobby just so happens to be her grandsons.” Char located the glasses and brought them to the island in the middle of the large gourmet kitchen.

  Jake grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured them both a glass. “Hey.” He bit his lip. “How about we take this up to the tree house? I want to show you something.”

  “Ah, such a player. I bet you said that to all the girls in junior high.”

  Jake rolled his eyes. “Just grab your glass. Come on.”

  She followed him out into the cool night, absolutely giddy. It was ridiculous really, but her entire outlook on life felt changed. Maybe it was because she was finally with the one man she’d always wanted.

  Married to be exact.

  Not just dating.

  So they did it backward? Fine by her.

  “Come on.” Jake grabbed her glass and set it on the floor of the tree house as he helped her climb up.

  Once they were in the small room, Jake lit a candle and blew out the match. “You ready for our surprise?”

  “That depends.” Char took a sip of wine. “Are you going to tell me a ghost story or are you really planning on surprising me?”

  “Yes or no?” He leaned forward and kissed her hard on the mouth.

  “Yes.” Treacherous body.

  “Close your eyes.”

  She pouted.

  “Close them.”

  “Fine.” She closed her eyes and heard some shuffling around and then the sound of some sort of wrapper or plastic.

  “Open your mouth.”

  “I’m not sure I want to,” she said.

  “Trust me,”
he whispered.

  And because he had said he loved her, and she finally trusted him, she did. She opened her mouth.

  The first thing she tasted was a sweet cream. Her eyes fluttered open. “A Twinkie!” Laughing, she grabbed it out of his hands. “Why the hell do you have Twinkies up here?”

  It looked like Jake blushed. He bit his lip and sat down next to her. “And now for your story…”

  She leaned her head on his shoulder.

  “There was once a boy who met a girl. He offended her by staring so she punched him in the face.” Char laughed as he continued. “Then one day, she gave him a Twinkie. Apparently in elementary school food is considered a peace offering. The boy didn’t have the heart to tell the really pretty girl that he didn’t like Twinkies, so he saved them. Every time she gave him one, he ran home and hid it in his tree house.”

  Char’s eyes filled up with tears. “Like a squirrel?”

  “Like a damn squirrel.” Jake laughed. “Until one day, no more Twinkies. You see, sometimes little boys grow up to be complete and total idiots. They think that because they grow a hair on their chin, or discover a muscle in their arms, that suddenly, they don’t need girls with Twinkies anymore. They think that they should have lots of girls, not just one. So they mess up. I…” He turned to her and swallowed. “I messed up so many times with you. I had the biggest crush on you when we were in junior high and then all of a sudden it was as if neither of us tried anymore. It was the first time I walked away from you, my first mistake…”

  Char blinked back tears. “And your second mistake?”

  “Leaving you again, the night I selfishly used you in order to feel better about myself.” He sighed. “And the third and final mistake in my tragic story…”

  “What?”

  “Not kissing you the first time I saw you again, and not apologizing for leaving you… for abandoning you when I think, deep down in my heart, I knew it had always been you, Char.”

  She wiped away some of the tears as they streamed down her face.

  “But what about Kacey? I mean you and her were—”

  “It was never like this.” Jake shook his head. “Never.” His eyes turned serious as he tilted her chin toward his lips. “This is indescribable.”