*Isabella's POV*
The three days at the beach went by faster than I could fucking moan Jacob's name. It was a blur of sun, sea, and sex. The weather was bloody wonderful, a perfect, endless summer that felt like it was just for us. We spent our days swimming and lazing on the sand, and our nights... well, our nights were spent exploring every inch of each other in that ridiculously lavish beach house. The company was corny as hell, with his constant declarations and over-the-top romantic gestures, but he was just too fucking sexy for me to even care at that point. I was completely, utterly screwed, and for the first time in a long time, I didn't give a damn.
Then Wednesday arrived, and with it, our ride back to reality. Elly and Liam pulled up in a sleek black SUV, the engine a low purr that broke through the sound of the waves. We piled in, Jacob and I sat into the backseat together while she drove with Liam riding shotgun. The air in the car felt different, thicker with the unspoken shit we were all ignoring. I leaned my head against Jacob's shoulder, his arm wrapped possessively around me.
"So," I said, trying to break the slightly weird tension. "You were in the Hamptons the whole time. How come I never saw you at the beach?" I asked Elly, looking at her in the rearview mirror.
"The Hamptons isn't as big as a beach, you know that right," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Also, my boss needed the privacy."
I rolled my eyes. "Did your boss think of asking me if I wanted privacy?" I said, throwing playful glares at Jacob, who just smiled that fucking sheepish, charming smile of his.
"I needed you all to myself," he said, his voice a low mumble against my ear. "Besides, you two she-devils can hang out in New York when I have stuff to do."
"Oh, so I need to schedule my life around your stuff?" I retorted, pulling away to look at him properly. "I am a woman, not a fucking kitchen cloth."
He immediately turned to Liam, his face a picture of mock desperation. "Liam, man, save my ass, please," he pleaded.
Liam just chuckled, not even turning around. "Just smile and nod, man," he replied, which sent Elly into a fit of laughter. I couldn't help but smile too. Fuck, it was good to be with them.
"Welcome to my humble Adobe," he said with a dramatic sweep of his arm as we stepped inside. And fuck, 'humble' was the last word I'd use to describe this place. It was a penthouse, elegant and luxurious, exactly what you'd expect from a guy like him. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city that stretched out below us like a carpet of glittering diamonds. The furniture was all expensive-looking materials, and the air smelled faintly of lemon and money.
"It's nice," I said, trying to sound casual, like I wasn't completely blown away. "I like it."
A slow, annoyingly charming smile spread across his face. "It's missing something, you know," he said.
I raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on my lips. "Enlighten me with your corniness," I said with a giggle.
"No, I didn't mean..." he started, his playful demeanour suddenly shifting. He looked away, his gaze fixed on the city lights outside. "It needs a dog. When I was a kid, I had one. A Labrador. He lived for nine years and died the same week as my mother." His voice was thick with a grief so raw and unguarded it caught me completely off guard. It was like a door had been opened into a part of him I'd never seen before, and I had no fucking idea how to navigate it.
"Oh, I... I'm sorry," I said, the words feeling clumsy and inadequate in the heavy silence that followed.
He shook his head, as if to clear the memory. "I always thought I would have another when I was ready, and I think I am now, but I'm never home. I travel a lot, and that would just be tormenting the poor soul." He turned back to me, his eyes searching mine. "Do you like dogs, sweetheart?"
"I love dogs," I said, grateful for the shift in topic. "A lot better than some people, if you ask me."
"I agree," he said, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. The tension was broken. He stepped closer, his eyes darkening with that familiar, predatory look that made my stomach clench. "Let's fuck..." he started, then his eyes widened slightly as he realised what he'd said. "I mean, let me show you the bedroom."
I burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the massive, empty space. "Like, I don't know you, you dirty idiot," I teased, swatting playfully at his chest.
"You're dirtier," he shot back, his grin turning wicked. "I can't even compare myself to you." And then he was pulling me in for a kiss, his lips crashing down on mine, silencing my laughter and stealing my breath all over again.
His kiss was like a fucking drug, and I was instantly addicted. It was all-consuming, a dizzying rush that left me breathless and clinging to him. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. He answered my unspoken plea, his hands sliding down my back to grip my ass, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, the thin fabric of my shorts doing nothing to dull the heat of his skin against mine.
He carried me through the massive penthouse, his mouth never leaving mine, his hands squeezing my ass with a possessive grip that sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I was lost in a haze of lust and need, my mind blank except for the feel of him, the taste of him. He navigated the large space with an easy confidence, finally kicking open a door and carrying me into a bedroom that was just as stunning as the rest of the penthouse.
He gently lowered me onto the king-sized bed, the soft sheets a cool contrast to my burning skin. He stood over me for a moment, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my pussy clench in anticipation. Then, with a deliberate slowness that was almost torturous, he reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. His eyes roamed over my bare skin, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He unbuttoned my shorts, sliding them down my legs, along with my panties, until I was completely naked and exposed before him.
He quickly stripped off his own clothes, his cock was already hard, sticking out from his body, a testament to his desire for me. He reached into the bedside table, pulling out a condom and expertly rolling it onto his dick.
And then he was on me, his body covering mine, his weight a welcome pressure. He didn't waste any time, guiding his cock to my entrance and sliding into me with a single, slow, deep thrust that had me gasping. He filled me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way.
He started to move, his hips rocking against mine in a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, hitting that perfect spot inside me that made my toes curl. It wasn't the frantic, frantic fucking from the beach; this was different. This was slow, intimate, and utterly consuming. He was taking his time, savoring every moment, every gasp and moan that escaped my lips.
"Fuck, Jacob," I breathed, my hands gripping his shoulders.
He kept up that relentless, deep rhythm, his eyes locked on mine, watching me as I fell apart beneath him. The pressure built and built, a slow, burning fire that threatened to consume me whole. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
"Come for me, sweetheart," he growled, his voice a low, husky command. "I want to feel you cum on my cock."
That was all it took. The combination of his words and the relentless stimulation sent me over the edge. My orgasm crashed over me, a blinding wave of ecstasy that left me shaking and sobbing his name. My pussy clenched around him, milking his dick as he continued to thrust into me.
He groaned, his own release following close behind. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me and came, his body shuddering against mine as he filled the condom.
We lay there for a long moment, our bodies tangled together, our breathing ragged and our hearts pounding in unison. The room was silent except for the sound of our gasps, the city lights twinkling outside the massive windows, a silent witness to our shared passion.