My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 122

Evelyn

It took three rounds for Jacob and ten more orgasms for me to finally call it quits for the day. As we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, his hand traced delicate patterns along my back, soothing the ache that lingered in my muscles.

He totally destroyed me like he’d said he would.

We were both drenched in sweat, our breaths still heavy and our hearts racing, though mine seemed to be pounding louder than his. But who could blame me? After all, my body had borne the brunt of our passionate encounter.

Yet, I couldn't bring myself to assign blame. I had brought this to myself, and every moment of it had been an electrifying indulgence.

Fuck. Just to remember it made shivers run down my spine.

I absolutely fucking loved it. If it hadn’t been for Jacob, I’d have never known that getting destroyed could feel that good.

Jacob's fingers found their way into my hair, trailing down to my breasts as he reached for a cigarette. After taking a drag, he leaned in to capture my lips in a kiss. I breathed in the smoke, the kiss deepening before we reluctantly parted, exhaling the intoxicating fumes into the air.

Breaking the comfortable silence, I finally spoke up, knowing that Jacob had been waiting for me to break it.

"I bumped into Tyler at the grocery store this morning," I confessed, "and he said some things that got under my skin."

Jacob's jaw clenched at the mention of Tyler. "What did that bastard say?" His protective grip around me tightened.

"He mentioned something about you admiring Chloe's ass and stuff, and suggested that you preferred anal over regular sex," I admitted, my words hesitant. "And then my mind started racing, I lost my shit, wondering why we hadn't tried it yet when you and Chloe apparently did. I So I got mad at you and me overthinking everything messed it up. I messed it up by caring too much about Tyler’s words.”

The tension in the air was palpable as I awaited Jacob's response.

“You didn't mess up, Evie," he sighed, pulling me closer as he kissed my temple, my head resting on his bicep as he turned to me, cupping my face. "Your reaction was totally normal. Anyone in your place would have felt the same. But that bastard, he needs to be fucking taught a lesson."

I rested my hand against his face, tracing my fingers along his jaw. "No, don't do anything," I urged softly. "He's already trying to destroy your career and business. Don't let him back into our lives. If you spare him a reaction, it means he's succeeded. The more we keep him out of our thoughts, the better it is for us.”

"You don't know how much I hate that bastard, Evie. I can't stand him—even the sight of him," Jacob confessed, his frustration evident. "No matter how much I try to make amends, he and his sick obsession to bring me down would never end. For real, how did he even know that Chloe and I had a thing for anal? We only did it once or twice, other than that, with Chloe, it was always plain and simple, well, boring even," He let out a small groan. "I want to ask him if it was him I'd screwed in the arse, for him to be so sure that I have a thing for them."

"But, did... did you actually like Chloe's arse that much?" I couldn't help but ask.

Well, seeing Tyler’s confidence has lessened mine a bit.