My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 50 A Deal Of Mercy

Evelyn

Jacob tenderly traced his fingers along my cheek, gently moving down to my neck, and occasionally placing pecks on my lips and cheeks. I listened in silence to his heartbeat, finding something intriguing about it. Another detail that captivated me was thework of delicate blue veins on his hands, extending gracefully from his wrists.

And the best part was his cologne that till now was buried deep in my system.

He brushed away the stray strands of hair that had fallen across my face, then caressed my cheek and planted a lingering kiss on my forehead. "What's your plan now?" I asked, even though we hadn't discussed it yet. I knew one of us needed to broach the subject, "Should we both talk to my mother?"

"For now, let's not do anything. We'll wait until Danica brings it up; I'll handle the matter," he assured me, offering a soft smile. "You don't need to worry about it, okay?"

"But I don't want you to face it alone. Let's go talk to her together," I suggested, nuzzling his neck. "Sounds good?"

"Alright," he nodded with a smile, "but only after the wedding is over. I know you don't want to spoil it for Samuel and Clara, and neither do I. Let's wait until then."

I hummed in response, and hugged him, once again listening to his heartbeats.

A few seconds later, I finally voiced the question that had been nagging at me from the start.

"You won't leave me, will you?"

He pulled away to look at me, surprise registering on his face, "Wait, what? What makes you say that?"

"I just...I just felt like I should ask," I admitted hesitantly. "I don't want to lose you."

"Hey, I'm never leaving you," he assured me softly. "I love you, Evelyn, and only an absolute idiot would leave someone they love."Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"What if you turn out to be an idiot?"

"Trust me, I'm not an idiot," he chuckled. "You can have some faith in me."

"Promise me you won't leave me."

He let out a sigh before drawing me closer. Surprisingly, I found myself landing on top of him. Before I could protest, he spoke again as a gasp slipped past my lips. "I promise, I'll never leave you, Evelyn. No matter what."

A smile finally made its way on my lips, "Okay." I leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his lips, attempting to get off of him, but he resisted. "Jacob, you'll get hurt. I'm not that lightweight."

"Trust me, you're not as heavy as you think, baby. You're as light as a feather. Maybe even as light as the smallest free weights at the gym," he grinned.

Now that was offending!

"Hey, how dare you compare me to gym equipment?!"

"Oh, did I? I'm so sorry." He seized the opportunity to shower me with a bunch of kisses all over my face.

"Stop it!" A giggle slipped past my lips.

"What can I do? You're too beautiful." He murmured, nuzzling my nose. "I could kiss you all day long."

"Silly." I traced my fingers along his jaw before speaking again. "By the way, how did Dad's fashion session go?"

"Well, of course, it went great for him." He groaned, as if recalling it annoyed him. "I swear, Evelyn, mentally Samuel is aging backward."

"Alas! You have to deal with it. He's your best friend after all."

"Yeah, my bad luck! Anyways, he didn't tell you about today's party yet, did he?"

"Party? There was no such plan."

"Yeah, but your dad made it up last minute because he needs to take his mind off things and clear his thoughts. He's really nervous for someone who has already dealt with a marriage," he said, shaking his head and chuckling.

"Worth mentioning — a failed marriage. He's afraid because he fears everything will change after marriage. But I don't think there's anything to worry about, though. Clara's good for him; she'll get him in line," I said, plucking an eyelash from his cheek. "Hey, you've got a wish."

"What?"

"You have a fallen eyelash, dummy." I carefully placed the eyelash on the back of my hand. "Make a wish and blow it."

"Evelyn, that's so stu-" He was about to start his nonsense with one of his usual comments, but my glare made him swallow everything.

"Okay, fine. I'll make a wish." He relented, eventually blowing the eyelash.

"Tell me, what did you wish for?" I asked, unable to hide my excitement.

"I might be too old for this, but I know this stuff: if you tell what your wish was, it doesn't come true, and I can't risk it."

As much as I wanted to pester him, he was right. I was unfair, but not unfair enough to force him to reveal his wish. "Okay, fine. But you have to let me know when it comes true."

"You'll know when it comes true." He let out a soft chuckle and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

***

"You look too stunning in red. I am afraid that I'd like to see you in this too much," he said from behind me, casually rolling up his sleeves. God, I loved how effortlessly attractive he looked in his simple attire.

"Is that a problem?"

"Not for me," he replied with a mischievous smile, "but perhaps for you."

I furrowed my brow, my voice tinged with confusion. "Why?"

His steps closed the distance between us, his hand gently sliding between my thighs, taking advantage of the high cut of my dress. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hand landed on my pussy, and I instinctively tried to bring my legs closer together. "You wouldn't want to feel sore down here all the time, would you?"

I nervously bit my bottom lip, "We have a party to attend, Jacob."

"Well, Evelyn, I did ask you a question. Yes or no?" He leaned in closer, his lips grazing my neck.

I let out a sharp breath, torn between the desire to speak the words that had been burning in my throat and the fear of what they might unleash. After a moment's struggle, I surrendered.

"Well, I suppose I might not exactly hate it."

I felt his lip curving into a smirk against my skin.

Weird sensations erupted in my abdomen-butterflies. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and my knees quivered with anticipation. Though t hadn't looked at him, I knew he must have looked panty-dropping hot with that smirk on his face. Jacob Adriano had his own charms, never fading and forever effective, mostly for me, however, I did not doubt that other women felt the same way.

"Is that so?" His fingers began tracing delicate patterns on my inner thighs, each touch deliberate and enticing, jerking an involuntary response from me with every stroke. "So, you are saying that I am allowed to make you cum here, all over my hand with the privilege of having you stand still the

whole time?

Shit! I doubted I could stand still with his hands on me. I was damn sure, he knew it too.

"Maybe," my voice was rushed, laced with both uncertainty and growing anticipation.

He chuckled, the sound of it alone enough to make me dripping wet though I already was wet. Soaked through my panties.

"Maybe," he hummed, his lips descending to plant a tantalizing kiss just below my earlobe, his touch setting my core ablaze and sending waves of desire rippling through my body. "Shall we find out just how long you can hold out?"

"Wait, I-I..." The rest remained unfinished as his hand landed on my bare heat. His index finger flicked on my clit, his middle one, sliding down, on my entrance, rubbing my slit and coating it with my juices.

"You are already wet, baby," A growl emanated from his chest, vibrating against my back, the feel itself having its own charm as I felt myself getting even wetter. Without delay, he rubbed my pussy, starting with a gentle, teasing touch that gradually built into a rhythm, causing my hips to quiver in response to the intense pleasure.

I moaned, almost throwing my head back as I pushed myself against him. I was going insane. Already.

Part of me wanted to resist, to

clench my thighs together and beg

him to stop, but a stronger, more primal part of me craved his touch The pleasure was intense, and overwhelming, and his hands possessed an inexplicable enchantment - capable of both

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shattering me and piecing me back

together in a single, electrifying moment.

"You are so fucking sexy when you make those sounds, Evelyn..." My name rolled off his tongue like silk, almost making me reach my climax, "Let me hear you sing. Now moan for me."

His fingers curled inside, hitting a certain spot, and this time I almost saw stars behind my eyelids that were already brimming with tears.

"Jacob," His name slipped past my lips on its own, my hands pressed against the wall trying to find some sort of stability amidst this chaos of

sensations.

"You are so tight," He hisses, pushing his fingers deeper, "You have no idea how hard I want to fuck you right now."

Even his words were a turn-on for me. With him, I couldn't care less about my dignity; To hell with my sanity too. He made me feel wild, and intense, chase the thrill, and get lost in the waves of desire not caring whether they burned me, or ate me alive.

"My god," I cried out, his hand speeded up, and his eyes focused on me, noticing every move and hearing all the shameless noises I made with intrigue. Soon enough, I came hard, spasming all over his hand.

"Holy shit," I was breathing out, panting, still overwhelmed by the effects of the aftershock. Hadn't it been Jacob's hands holding me, I would have fallen straight on the floor, on my face. With my legs trembling and my wetness sliding down my thighs, I just knew it would have been the case.

He turned me around, my back now pressing against the wall, as his body pressed into mine, scandalously close. But then again, who cared about scandals? We'd already surpassed the levels.

Grabbing my jaw he looked at me, his eyes were burning with desire, flames that threatened to break me apart.

And slowly he raised his fingers to his mouth, licking my juices off of them.

Oh my god! This felt so fucking sinful yet so right.

Before I could anticipate his next move, he firmly grasped the nape of my neck, drawing me close, and our lips collided in a fervent kiss. The taste of my own release lingered on our tongues, but I welcomed it, knowing there was nothing he could do that I wouldn't desire.

Breaking the kiss, he locked eyes with mine once more. "You'll only be able to leave this room to attend the party if I have your word that tonight, you'd be at my mercy. Do I have a yes, Evelyn?" He raised an eyebrow, a grin playing at the corners of his lips.

A blush threatened to overtake my cheeks, but instead, I found myself leaning closer to him, a smile tugging at my lips. I whispered near his mouth,

"Yes, Mr. Adriano. You can have me at your mercy for as long as you desire."

"That's my girl," he murmured and pressed his lips to mine again.