More Than This McLean, Jay (best romance books of all time .txt) 📖

it, just so he would stop. I even planned to see a doctor about it, you know, like something might be physically wrong down there.”

We haven’t moved positions, she’s still straddling me and I’m still hard as a rock. “Wanna know what I think?… I think he’s just a selfish asshole who obviously couldn’t take care of his girl. I should’ve punched him twice when I had the chance.”

She laughs which causes her whole body to rock, against me, in all the good ways.

She moans again and I swear I’ll come if I hear that noise again.

I slowly move my hands higher up her thighs while I gently push up against her, just once. She’s staring into my eyes and I stare back. Her eyes are hooded and filled with lust, and if this happens, when this happens, planets are going to collide, and the world around us will explode.

We slowly start rocking together and it feels so incredible, better than being inside any girl I’ve ever been with.

“Shit,” she whispers as she continues rocking against me. My hands creep higher on her thighs until they slide over her ass and to the skin above the band of her shorts. I start to thumb under the material. There’s a silent question I’m asking, and she nods slowly in response. I start to move my fingers into the material, under her shorts and panties and I cup her ass gently.

She moans at the slight touch and I swear my dick is so hard it could snap right off.

I remove a hand and she whimpers in protest. It may be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I cup the back of her neck and bring her down towards my lips. It’s early morning, neither of us has brushed our teeth, there’s no way I’m going in for the kiss. Plus, if I’m going to kiss her, then I’ll want to taste her, all of her, and I won’t be able to stop. And today, I need to be able to stop.

I start to kiss her neck. The top half of her body pressed on top of me, legs still straddling me. One hand on her ass, the other resting lightly on her waist. Once the kisses become licks and sucks, her breathing becomes heavier, she’s practically panting and her grinding has taken up a faster rhythm. God she feels so fucking incredible.

Her movements become more rushed and she starts panting louder. I can feel her heart beat pounding against my chest and I know she’s close. I squeeze her ass tighter, and with my other hand, go for the front of her shorts.

“Shit, Jake!” She comes undone almost instantly and I surprise myself by letting go too.

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you, Kayla.”

Chapter 20

*Jake*

Nothing says awkward like coming in your pants while dry humping.

*Mikayla*

Nothing like a mind blowing orgasm to keep a goofy smile on my face.

Oh. My. God. Jake. Fucking. Andrews.

My whole graduation ceremony is a little dull, it’s nothing compared to Jake’s, our school must suck compared.

When my name finally gets called, everyone claps. Mostly pity claps I assume, small town, everyone knows the girl with the dead family. Jake's family clap the loudest. Jake does this ridiculously loud wolf whistle that breaks through the air and people laugh. I also hear my name being shouted from far back in the crowd and I see Logan, Heidi and Dylan, and Lucy and Cam. I had no idea that they were coming but I appreciate so much that they’re here for me.

I still haven’t heard from Megan. Zero. Zilch. Nada.

The rest of the students get called up, and apparently one of the students I’ve never spoken to before does a quick speech about the death of my family, and how courageous I am. I wish I could absorb and appreciate it but the whole time I’m sitting there, all I can think about is Jake and his hands, and his mouth and his…

I’m rubbing my legs together, when loud cheers erupt and hats are thrown in the air.

Yaye, were done. I need to see Jake.

***

I head over to Jake and his friends and family. They get me in a huge group hug and Mandy goes nuts with the photos. I pose with everyone individually and she gets about a trillion with me and Jake.

Mandy, Nathan and Julie head back home.

Logan’s giving me shit about how small my hick school is, when James walks over to us.

Jake immediately tenses and puts a protective arm around my shoulders.

James sees it and a sneer appears on his face before he can recover.

The group walks a little away from us, Logan hangs back for a second, “Dude, if you feel like punching him again, just tell me, I’ll do it. Don’t risk fucking up that hand, UNC won’t be happy.”

James’ eyes narrow in confusion, and then widen when realization sets in. “You’re that Jake Andrews?”

Jake just shrugs and squares his shoulders.

James looks back to me, “Nice job on my truck, by the way.”

The group must hear this because they all cackle with laughter.

“Thank you,” I say, smiling like a cheshire cat.

James shakes his head, looking down. When he looks up, there’s a whole other emotion there.

“Look Mick…” he starts, but then huffs out a breath.

“Could you maybe ask your bodyguard here to give us a minute?” He nods his head to Jake.

I look up at Jake, then back to James, “Nope,” I say, making the ‘p’ pop.

Jake stifles a laugh next to me, his mouth on my hair.

“Forget it,” James mutters as he turns to walk away.

“Hey, James?” He pivots and starts walking backwards, waiting to hear what I have to say. “How’s Megan going?”

He freezes, opens his mouth to respond, then shuts it again, before turning back around and walking away. For good, I hope.

We say goodbye to the