you're kneeling
Jacob drags me out of the kitchen with my ass in the air and my head turned to face his back. Mary or Shawn are not given the opportunity to answer, he says. We pass Mark in the entryway even though he had been out of the kitchen taking care of his condom.
He inquires, "What's going on?"
Jacob announces, "We're going to bed." I'll "see you in the morning."
I can only imagine Mark's response to this information, but Jacob doesn't wait around to see how he will be affected. He holds me firm as he gracefully ascends the steps with his muscular forearms clamped around my thighs.
When we go to his room, he places me there, blocking the door with his body and placing his arms on each side of my head, inches from my face.
"I need your consent to some rules before we enter,"
