Fucked.
But I’m not going to approach Sarah like that. She wants something romantic. She deserves something romantic. And sweet. She deserves to see me acting like I care. And I do care.
That’s why I agreed to talk to my family tonight. Deep down I know she’s right, no matter how reluctant I am to put her plan into action. I’ll do it, though.
I’ll do it for Sarah. And for me.
My mind was overrun with all sorts of thoughts once I finished myself off in the shower. I replay the story she told me about losing her parents. How young she was, how overwhelmed she became taking care of her siblings. So much responsibility for such a young age. That didn’t give her much time to do something just for herself. She probably didn’t have many serious relationships. So does this mean she’s a…
Virgin?
Hell, I hope not. I’m not the gentle, sweet type in bed, no matter how gentle and sweet I might’ve been toward Sarah on the couch earlier. Virgins aren’t my thing. Not that they’re a thing, but you know what I mean.
I don’t want to hurt her. And considering how I feel about her, and how much I want her, I’m afraid I’ll be too rough. Too fucking overcome with my need for her.
The more I think about Sarah’s potential virgin status, the more nervous I become. Until I can’t think about anything else but the possibility that I could be Sarah’s first.
Some guys might get off on that shit, but I am not one of them.
The shower is done and I’m drying myself off when I realize I can’t take it any longer. Wrapping the towel around my hips, I head for Sarah’s bathroom, where I find her—wearing one of the plush robes the hotel provides, interesting—blow-drying her hair.
The blow dryer shuts off the moment she notices me standing in her bathroom doorway wearing nothing but a white towel. Her gaze is locked on my naked chest, and I can admit that feels pretty good, to have her staring at me like she’s dying to eat me up.
“Everything okay?” she asks, lifting her gaze to meet mine in the mirror. We’ve done a lot of communicating in mirrors this weekend.
“I’m fine. But I have a question to ask you.”
“Go ahead,” she says, sounding unsure.
Taking a deep breath, I decide to just go for it. “Are you a virgin?”
She bursts out laughing, setting the blow dryer on the counter and turning so she’s facing me. “Is that what sent you into a panic? Thinking I’m a virgin?”
“I wasn’t panicked.” She tilts her head, the look on her face saying really? This woman knows me far too well. And that’s a little scary. “Fine. Uh. Yeah. I was a little.”
Sarah steps closer, her hands going to my chest, her finger stroking my still-damp skin. Her lids lower, she parts her lips, and she is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen as she says, “No. I’m not a virgin.”
“Thank God,” I breathe, making her laugh harder.
“I mean, it’s been a while, I can’t lie,” she confesses, her hands still wandering all over my skin.
I grab hold of her wrists, stopping her before she makes me pop a tent in the towel. “How long?”
Her cheeks turn pink and she wrinkles her nose. “A couple of years?”
Damn. That’s a long time. “Well.”
“I know, right? I think I might’ve revirginized.”
I’m frowning. “What did you just say?”
“Revirginize. Haven’t you heard of that before? When someone hasn’t had sex in a long time, especially a woman, they say you can…revirginize. Turn into a virgin all over again. Maybe that’s happened to me.” She says the last sentence brightly, like it’s a good thing, and I want to tell her no. No, this is not a good thing, and there’s no way I want her to turn into a virgin all over again.
But then I see the look on her face. How her lips are pursed, like she’s trying to hold back laughter that wants to spill, and relief fills me.
“You’re trying to trick me, aren’t you?” I accuse, and she’s laughing again.
Women have never tried to trick me. Play jokes on me. Or joke with me. I’ve been a serious bastard for so long, Jesus. I am absolutely no fucking fun, huh?
So I’m not used to this sort of thing. The teasing. The joking. Sarah’s smile makes my chest feel funny, but in a good way. And seeing her in that robe, I can’t help but wonder what she’s got on beneath it.
“Whatcha wearing under this?” I reach out and trace my fingers along the robe’s lapel, stopping at the deep V where they meet.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she says cheekily, turning so her back is to me, our gazes meeting in the mirror once more.
“I want to find out.” I told myself I wouldn’t move too fast, and look at me. I’m standing directly behind her, my cock is telling me it’s about to pop that tent, and I’m reaching for her, toying with the belt that’s loosely tied around her waist.
“Then maybe you should take a look,” she says breathlessly. “Since you’re so curious and all.”
Her ass is pressed against the towel and I’m doing everything I can not to thrust against her lush backside. I slip my hand inside the front of her robe, encountering nothing but soft, smooth skin. Bare breasts. Hard nipples.
She arches into my hand when I cup her right breast, my thumb skimming back and forth, making her nipple harder. She closes her eyes but I keep mine open, watching the two of us in the mirror, how open she is with me, how trusting.
With my free hand I undo the belt, and the robe falls open. Not all the way, but just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her flat stomach, the curve of her hips, the shadowy spot between her legs.
Keeping one hand around her breast, I let the other hand wander. Across her stomach, down the slope of her belly, until I encounter pubic hair. She jerks against my touch, a whimper escaping her, and my hand shifts lower. Lower still.
Until I encounter wet, creamy hot skin.
“Jared,” she whispers, her head falling back against my shoulder as I begin to stroke. Her eyes are still closed, her lips parted, and I increase my pace, the towel falling from my hips and leaving me naked.
In the mirror, I’m covered by her body, and her body is covered by the stupid fucking robe. The next thing I know, I’m pulling it off her, until it drops to the floor and she’s completely nude. Her back is still to my front, her lush body on full display in the mirror, and I can’t stop staring.
She is gorgeous.
“Open your eyes,” I whisper in her ear, and she does as I command, her gaze finding mine in our reflection. “See how beautiful you are?”
The breath hitches in her throat and she starts to close her eyes again. I wonder if she’s embarrassed to see herself like this. I remove my hand from between her legs, making her gasp in frustration and those pretty baby blues fly open, downright accusing as she glares at me.
“Don’t stop,” she murmurs.
“Keep your eyes open and I won’t ever stop,” I promise her.
Slowly she straightens her spine, thrusting her chest out, and I know she’s looking at herself. Her skin is flushed, her rosy nipples hard little points, her still-damp hair a wild tangle tumbling past her shoulders. She has a tiny waist and flaring hips and slender thighs and the prettiest patch of dark hair between her legs. She’s gorgeous.
And right now, she’s all mine.
I didn’t mean for us to take it this far. This wasn’t my intention when I came to the bathroom to ask her if she was a virgin, yet here we are. Naked. My hands all over her body. My fingers moving between her legs once again. Her thighs parting for my hand. She’s wet and hot and so responsive. Little moans and whimpers fall from her lips, and every time her eyes start to slide closed, I still my hand.
Then those eyes fly wide open and I’m able to continue.
“Oh God,” she whimpers when I hit a particular spot, and so I stroke her there again. And again. Her full weight is leaning against me, and I tell her I’ve got her, I’m not going to let her go, and I w
ant to see her come.
I’m desperate to see her come.
It doesn’t take much longer until she’s falling part in my arms, her entire body shaking. Shuddering. She says my name. Shouts it, really. And I keep up the pace, rubbing her, getting her off, until she collapses against me with a breathless laugh.
“Oh my God, Jared!” She turns and nestles her naked body against mine, my cock jerking against her stomach upon first contact. “That was amazing.”
I’ve never had a woman so enthused after I gave her an orgasm. I know what I’m doing. I’ve given more than a few women plenty of orgasms, but no one has shouted at me with glee before.
And that’s exactly what Sarah just did.
“I can make that happen again,” I murmur right after I kiss her softly.
“Promise?” she teases, her blissed-out expression making me smile.
“Definitely.” I’ll give her as many orgasms as she wants.
“I’m going to take you up on that.” She reaches between us, her fingers wrapping around the base of my erection. My cock jerks in her grip, startling her, and she smiles up at me. “Someone’s eager.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Oh, I am so going to.” The smile is still there, her eyes glowing, her entire presence seeming to glow. “Can I admit something to you?”
She likes admitting things to me. I’ve noticed that about her. “Sure.”
“It was hot, watching you touch me in the mirror.” She strokes me once, nice and slow, her grip firm. “Maybe it’s your turn to watch me?”
Slowly she lowers herself to her knees, and my jaw drops open, a surprised huff of laughter leaving me. My eyes go to the mirror, and I can see myself, her head right there at the perfect level, her fingers still wrapped around my dick. She glances over her shoulder, our gazes meeting in the reflection, and she smiles before she returns to her task and wraps her mouth around just the tip.
Holy hell, this girl is fucking dirty.
And I love it.
Twenty-Eight
Sarah
I am on a high and nothing can stop me tonight. Seriously, I look damn good in the jumpsuit Candice picked out for me. It fits like a dream, and because I was feeling like a naughty bitch after everything that transpired between me and Jared in the bathroom, I decided not to wear a bra or panties underneath it.
Yep, I’m completely naked under this jumpsuit, and I feel like a freaking dirty girl. Something I’ve never felt before in my entire life. It’s hard to feel like that when you’re in your early twenties and you have to take care of your teenaged sister. That leaves you with no time to date guys.
This is all thanks to Jared. I almost want to laugh while remembering how scared he’d looked when he came to my bathroom, asking if I was a virgin. He was seriously worried about it, which was cute. And then everything went from cute to hot in a matter of seconds. Feeling him pressed next to me, his erection rubbing against my backside, his hands on my body, in between my legs…God.
I am still trembling just thinking about it.
I’m also pretty much ready. Staring at a mirror yet again, this time in my bedroom, I’m slipping on the drop pearl earrings Candice convinced me to get that night we went shopping, when Jared was purchasing my jumpsuit. He didn’t even flinch when I made the addition, and I worried about maybe getting a necklace or bracelet, though Candice advised me understated was best for this outfit.
Couldn’t go without a necklace though. I’m wearing the thin gold chain my father gave my mother when they were first together. It’s plain, no pendant or charm hanging from it, and I like it that way.
“You almost ready?” Jared calls from the living room as I slip on the other earring.
“Give me another minute,” I answer, pulling my favorite red lipstick out of the clutch purse Candice let me borrow. It is absolutely the cutest thing. Completely covered in tiny white beads, some of them in a giant daisy pattern on the top of the clutch, I am absolutely in love with it. I would’ve never thought to take a white bag with a black outfit, but Candice insisted it would work.
She was freaking right. I need to listen to her more often.
Slicking on a layer of red lipstick on my lips, I rub them together, toss the tube back into the clutch, close it, then make my way out to the living room.
My stomach is jumpy over seeing him. We went our separate ways after the interlude in my bathroom. I still can’t believe I did that. Me, giving Jared Gaines a blowjob in a hotel bathroom. So trashy!
Isn’t it great?
I enter the living room to find him at the bar, making himself a drink. Ugh, he’s so unfairly attractive in a black suit, white button-down shirt, and thin black tie. My heart starts beating extra fast when I realize that this guy is mine.
All mine.
Lucky, lucky me.
He lifts his head, his eyes widening when he sees me. His drink forgotten, he makes his approach, until he’s standing directly in front of me. It feels like his hot gaze could gobble me up, and I shift on my feet, dying for him to say something.
“Damn, Sarah.”
And that’s all he says.
“That’s it?” I ask when he remains quiet. “No, ‘shit, girl, you are hot like fire’? Or, ‘fuck me sideways, I’ve never seen a sexier woman in my life’? Really?”
He laughs, shaking his head as he settles those big hands on my hips. He leans in for a kiss, murmuring just before his mouth lands on mine, “Shit, woman, you are hot like fire.”
I laugh against his lips, grateful that he didn’t get offended by my teasing. But I did want a big reaction. And after everything that happened between us only an hour ago, I’m feeling confident enough to ask for what I want.
It is a liberating feeling, let me tell you.
“You ready to go? he asks once he withdraws from my lips.
“Sure.” I watch as he goes back to the bar, finishes pouring himself a drink and then knocks it back in one swallow.
“You want one before we leave?” he asks.
“No thanks.” I shake my head. “I’m nervous enough.”
He’s frowning. “You’re still nervous?”
“Of course. I want to impress your family, Jared. I want them to like me.”
“You impressed them pretty well last night,” he reassures me.
“I know, but tonight I get to meet Kevin’s fiancée. And more of your family. You said you come from a big one,” I remind him. All those cousins and aunts and uncles with names I’ll surely never remember.
It’ll be overwhelming, but I should be fine with Jared by my side.
“They’ll love you. Don’t worry,” he says with all the confidence of a man without a care in the world.
He should feel that way. Our fake relationship shifted into reality rather quickly. All those dreamy looks we’re going to shoot each other from across the room tonight will be one hundred percent authentic.
“What about Kevin’s fiancée? What is she like?”
A shadow crosses his face, and he becomes instantly somber. “She’s—nice.”
And that’s all he gives me.
Weird.
“Let’s go,” he says with brisk efficiency as he closes the door on the bar and then walks over to me, placing his hand at the small of my back and escorting me over to the door. Trademark Jared Gaines, for sure. “We’re meeting Candice down in the lobby. She’s riding over with us.”
“Are you driving?”
“Taking an Uber,” he says as he reaches for the suite door. “You got everything you need?”
I hook my arm through his and smile up at him. “Now I do.”
Oh Lord. That was cheesy. But he’s smiling at me, kissing me, whispering in my ear how much he wishes we didn’t have to go to this party. I shove him away from me, not wanting him to ruin my Killer Queen vibe.
I’m owning my look and my confidence tonight. Jared and I can mess around later.
We’ve got all night for that.
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“You two are extra—affectionate tonight,” Candice points out.
We’re in a black Yukon SUV, Candice sitting in one of the captain seats, Jared and I crammed into the backseat together. Hands still restlessly wandering like we can’t help ourselves, his mouth occasionally pressed upon my forehead. In my hair. On my neck.
It’s when he kisses my neck that I get squirmy, especially with his sister sitting in front of us.
“Did you see her?” Jared asks, referring to me. “How can I resist?”
Candice turns and rolls her eyes at us, though I can tell she is loving this. Probably not used to seeing her brother so carefree, so happy. “I’m guessing this sort of thing, um, turns you on?”
Jared lifts himself away from me completely so he can really look at his sister, confusion clouding his eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You two fought earlier. And now it looks like you definitely made up.” Candice waves a hand at us. “Are you one of those couples who fight so you can make up?”
“Well, the making up was really good. I can’t deny that,” I say as Candice plugs her ears with her fingers and starts chanting la-la-la-la-la to tune me out. “But I’m not that big on fighting.”
“Me either,” Jared agrees, slinging his arm around my shoulders, tucking me in close. “Though I will agree the making up after the argument was really, really good.”
I elbow him in the ribs. “Stop saying that kind of stuff. You’re freaking your sister out.”
“Yeah you are,” she agrees, her back to us once more.
I giggle. Candice giggles. Jared just scowls.
What else is new?
“How much longer until we’re there?” I ask him after a few minutes of silence.
“We’re pretty close.” He strokes my bare shoulder with his fingers. I really like his fingers. “Eager much?”
“I’m excited to go, yes,” I admit to him.
“I wish I would’ve had one more drink.”
“Why?”
“I need the liquid courage to get up the nerve to talk to everyone,” he says, his voice low, probably so his sister won’t hear him.
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