The clearing of a throat broke the spell. Jase pulled away slowly, sucking on her bottom lip as he lifted his head. They stared at each other a moment before turning their heads to see Denise standing a couple of feet away trying to look anywhere but directly at them.
“Hey, sweetie.” Bree pushed at Jase trying to create some space between them. He was reluctant to let go, but he released the tight hold he had on her.
“Sorry to interrupt. Got a sec?”
“Sure.” Bree looked at Jase. “I’ll meet you back at the table?”
Jase stared, still holding the back of her neck. “Yeah.”
He bent down and gave her a quick, hard kiss before nodding to Denise and leaving them in the hall.
“Holy hell, that was hot and I wasn’t even the one being kissed,” Denise said. “I’m not sure if I should high-five you or hose you down.”
“No need. My underwear is already soaked.” Bree fanned her face with her hands. “Am I red? I feel flushed. Am I flushed?”
“You’re fine, gorgeous as ever.” Denise reassured her. “I’m going to head out.”
“Oh, okay. Let me go tell Jase we’re leaving.” She hadn’t given any thought to what was going to happen at the end of the night. Maybe she could— No. She was not going to be a crappy friend.
Denise shook her head. “Oh, no. No, no, no. You’re going home with the walking orgasm. I wouldn’t be any kind of battle buddy if I dragged you out of here because I’m beat and have to get up early in the morning.”
“Our deal is we come together, we leave together.”
“Not tonight it’s not. Tonight it’s you go home with the hot guy and make up for all the boring sex you’ve had for the last year.”
Bree bit her lower lip as she struggled with her indecision. She really wanted to go home with Jase. That kiss. She felt the tips of her ears growing warm as she remembered it. With Chad, kissing had become…perfunctory. If that kiss with Jase was anything to go by, the sex would be phenomenal.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Honey, I’m sure. You two looked like you were going to go at it against the wall in front of the entire bar.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“Uh, yeah it was. And again, it was hot.”
“Whatever.” She looped her arm through Denise’s and headed back to the bar. “Let me make sure Jase is good with giving me a ride home before you leave.”
Denise stopped walking, pulling Bree to halt.
“What?” Bree asked.
Denise tilted her head and gave Bree a look. “You’re kidding, right?”
“What? I don’t want to be presumptuous.”
Denise rolled her eyes and walked straight over to Jase. “I’m leaving. Bree’s not. You fuck with her and I will hunt you down, chop you up in my meat grinder, and feed you to my dogs. The cops will have to dig through their shit to identify your DNA. We good?”
Jase gave her a bemused look. “Yeah, we’re good.”
“Good.” Denise turned to Bree and gave her a big hug. “Do everything I would do if I had a guy like that looking at me the way he’s looking at you,” she whispered.
Bree smiled and whispered, “Love your face.”
“Love yours more.”
Bree watched Denise make her way to the door.
Jase gave her a level look when she turned back to him. “You want to get out of here?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Jase grabbed her hand and led her to the front doors, giving head nods to his friends as they left. Outside they walked straight to a taxi parked in front of the bar.
“That’s fortuitous,” Bree said.
Jase gave her a lopsided grin as he opened the back passenger side door. “I called him while you were talking to your girl.”
“Now who’s being presumptuous?” Bree mumbled as she slid into the back seat.
“What’s that?”
“Not important.”
Jase gave the driver an address as he slipped in next to Bree. He slammed the door closed and looked at Bree with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” Bree tugged on the material of her t-shirt before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Too far away, darlin’.” He hooked his arm behind her waist and pulled her across the seat until she almost sat in his lap. He ran his other hand under her hair at the nape of her neck, grabbing a handful as he brought his mouth to hers. The kiss picked up where it left off in the bar. His tongue invaded her mouth. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip. She moaned into his mouth, trying to get as close as the confined space of the backseat would allow. Finding the edge of his t-shirt, she ran her hand up the wide expanse of his back. Hard muscles under smooth skin. Her fingers curled in, nails biting. He answered with a groan and lifted her leg over his. The kiss lasted an eternity and was over in an instant.
The driver cleared his throat. “We’re here.”
Bree pulled back with a small gasp and tried to catch her breath. She’d forgotten where they were. She met Jase’s gaze and licked her lips. He looked at her mouth before pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and paying the driver. He took Bree’s hand and opened the door, pulling her out behind him.
“Thank you,” Bree said to the driver on her way out of the car.
Jase led her to the front door of a suburban house that looked like every other house on the street. He unlocked the door and threw his keys on the low table to the right of the door. Bree glanced around the small living room as Jase shut the door. She kicked off her flip-flops out of habit and dropped her keys on the table.
“Do you…” She gasped as Jase placed his hands on the outsides of her upper thighs, lifted her and held her against the wall next to the door, forcing her to grab onto his shoulders for balance.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said.
She did and felt his hands slide under the cuff of her shorts, digging his fingers in the fleshy part of her ass.
Bree melded her lips with his in an open-mouth kiss that left her breathless. There was a moment of weightlessness when she come away from the door as Jase pushed off and carried her down a short hall to a bedroom. She let out a small scream when Jase all but dropped her on the bed. The laugh that followed was cut off when Jase found her mouth again. She groaned when he rubbed his erection against the junction of her thighs. The friction sent pulses down her legs. She hooked a knee over his hip, seeking even more contact. His hands on the hem of her shirt. She lifted her arms over her head and he pulled it off. He pressed his mouth to her neck. His fingers hooked into the straps of her bra. A quick tug exposed her breasts. He tore his mouth away from hers and sucked on her nipple as he fumbled with the back of her bra.
“Front clasp,” she gasped.
“Do it.” He moved his mouth to her other breast.
Bree released the clasp of her bra and let it fall open on the bed. She reached for his shirt, helping Jase pull it up over his head. As soon as he was free of it, he returned his attention to her nipples. Bree arched her back and ran her hands over his well-defined shoulders and upper back, reaching for any inch of skin she could find. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and hissed through her teeth as he sucked painfully at her nipple.
“Too much?” he asked as he gazed up at her.
“A little.”
“I’ll ease up. A little.” He laved her sore nipple with his tongue and she moaned at the sensation. She’d never gone for nipple play before, but his mouth and tongue were magic. He switched back to the other side, scraping his teeth across her sensitive skin. Bree let out another moan as the tingling in her nipples traveled down to her already throbbing clit. She dug her nails into his shoulders and undulated her hips trying to get more friction where she really wanted it.
“Patience. I’ll get there.” He moved his mouth down her stomach, leaving a trail of hot fire in his wake as his hands found the button of her shorts.
“Screw patience.” Bree contin
ued to move her hips rhythmically.
Jase chuckled. “I’ve wanted these shorts off since you crawled into the cab.” He unzipped her shorts and pulled them down her hips and thighs, taking her panties with them. Bree kicked her legs free as soon as he gave her room. He wedged his shoulders between her thighs, forcing her legs apart. His hot breath blew across her clit before he flicked the tip of it with his tongue.
“Seriously?” Bree demanded in frustration. “I want to come.”
“Oh, you will. You’re going to come all over my face. Then you’re going to come all over my cock as I bury it deep inside this pretty pussy.”
“Oh my god.” She lifted her head to look down her body at him. Her core clenched at the sight of his head buried between her legs. “Are you going to fuck me or talk me to death?”
Jase looked up at her from his position between her thighs. “I’m going to find something more useful for that dirty mouth to do, you keep it up.” She watched as he extended his tongue, again barely touching the tip of her clit, never taking his gaze off her. Bree dropped her head back and rocked her hips, forcing the contact she wanted. Apparently, it was exactly what Jase wanted as well. He finally covered her sensitized pussy, flicking and circling his tongue around her clit. His short beard tickled the soft skin of her inner thighs, adding to the sensation of his mouth and tongue. Bree rode Jase’s face as she felt her orgasm gathering in her core.
“Oh god, right there, please don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”
She bucked when Jase pushed two fingers into her, rotating them around and hooking them slightly as he retreated. Bree’s orgasm careened through her. She grabbed a handful of Jase’s hair and forced his mouth even closer. The other hand flew above her head using the wall to give her the leverage she needed. She couldn’t control her body’s response. Primal need had her rolling her hips. Her entire body shuddered when she felt his mouth leave her with one last, long lick.
Jase continued to fuck her with his fingers, drawing out her orgasm. Through hooded eyes, she saw him rip a condom wrapper with his teeth. Somehow he managed to sheath his cock before removing his fingers. Talk about talented. He lined up the head of his cock with her core and thrust forward in one hard move. He stretched and filled her with his thickness. She sucked in a quick breath. It was almost painful. If she hadn’t already come, been so wet, it might have hurt. Instead it just felt exquisite.
“Shit, you’re tight. And wet,” he ground out. “I can feel you pulsing around me. I need you to quit doing that, darlin’ or I’m not going to last very long.”
Bree was still breathing heavy. His thick cock entering her, stretching her, had set off a mini orgasm. She would have sworn the pulsing was him. “I don’t have any control over it at the moment since I think I’m still coming.”
“Well, let’s see if we can make sure you’re coming.” Jase rose up and sat back on his heels, pulling Bree’s legs over his thighs as he spread his knees slightly. Bree gasped at the angle. He grabbed her hips, retreated and thrust, hitting deep. Deeper than Bree had ever felt. Long, hard strokes; pulling almost all the way out before smoothly driving all the way back in.
“Fuck, darlin’, you’re so fucking hot spread out like this. I’m not going to last long. Play with your tits. Pinch your nipples; make them hard.” Bree tugged at her nipples. “Yeah, just like that.” It was almost too much. She hovered at the brink of another orgasm. Again? Could she even?
“I’m close,” he warned. “I want you to come again.” Jase placed a thumb on the top of Bree’s clit, rubbing the nerve cluster of the hood.
“Oh shit.” Fingers dug into his thighs, using them to pull herself even harder on Jase’s cock as he drove into her. She threw back her head and let out a shout as her second full orgasm ripped through her. Her fingers and lips tingled, like he had zapped her with a bolt of electricity.
Jase shifted over her, bracing his hands on either side of her. Bree wrapped her legs high up on his hips. He growled as he thrust hard, no longer controlling the pace or speed of his movements. One final thrust and he shouted, burying himself deep. He collapsed forward, resting his head in the crook of her neck as his body shuddered. His hot mouth grazed the sensitive skin below her ear. Zaps of electricity continued to pulse through her body, keeping time with her heartbeat. Or his throbbing erection, she wasn’t sure which. Bree ran her hands through his hair, unable to even open her eyes.
All too soon, Jase lifted his head to look at Bree. “Need to get rid of the condom, babe.”
“Mmkay,” Bree mumbled. She moaned a little when he pulled out. He licked the valley between her breasts and pushed himself off the bed. She gave a small groan, rolled to her side, and fluffed the pillow under her head. She was almost asleep when she felt Jase get back in the bed and pull her close.
The dull throb in her skull woke her. She burrowed her head further into her pillow. Why were her sheets so scratchy? She cracked open an eye, then lifted her aching head to stare at the plain blue fabric under her face. These were not her sheets. She turned her head and saw Jase’s muscular, naked body sprawled on his stomach next to her.
The previous night came rushing back to her. Shit. This is going to be awkward. When was the last time she’d had a one-night stand? Crap, she’d still been an airman on her first tour in the Air Force. She peeked at her watch - just after six in the morning. Stupid internal alarm clock, it’s the weekend.
She glanced at Jase again. He really was mouthwatering. His arms were tucked under the pillow and his head turned away from her. The sheet rested in the small of his back, exposing the wide expanse of his back and the tattoos covering it. Even asleep, he was ripped. A slight variation in the tan line on his arms and neck suggested he spent a lot of time outdoors, with and without a shirt. Did he say what he did last night? She couldn’t remember. The lust fog must have been really thick.
She hovered a finger over a quote tattooed on the left side of his ribs. For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother. She smiled. Shakespeare. Henry V. The top and edge of a battlefield cross, a rifle set in a pair of combat boots topped with a helmet, was visible on his left shoulder. She bit her lip. She’d seen that one too many times in real life. His entire upper back was covered with a large gray-and-black mural depicting scenes from a modern-day battle. Beautiful, almost photo quality. She frowned as she ran her finger along a two-inch jagged scar just under the mural.
Jase stirred slightly, adjusted his head on the pillow and let out a small sigh. She jerked her hand back and held her breath. She shifted on the bed, sliding toward the edge and hopefully to her clothes. Jase had thrown them all over his head after he’d gotten them off her. She clenched her thighs together when she remembered Jase stripping her. Maybe she should stick around and see if he was up for another round. No, that would lead to the awkward stage of pretending what happened wasn’t a one-nighter. Better to go while he was still asleep and avoid the whole cliché.
Bree gathered her clothes from the floor and got dressed. She checked her shorts pocket where she found her debit card and phone still in the back pocket. She pulled up a taxi app and ordered a pickup. She sent a silent thanks to the inventor of the GPS because she had no idea where she was. She eased the bedroom door open and tiptoed down the short hall into the living room. Her flip-flops and keys were still where she’d left them.
“Don’t do it.” A deep voice came from the couch.
Bree jumped, barely holding back a small scream.
“Son of a biscuit,” she hissed. She glanced over to see a guy stretched out on the couch, covered by a plaid blanket, his eyes closed. He looked familiar. Was he at the bar last night? He hadn’t been with their group, she knew that much.
“Don’t do what?” she whispered.
“Don’t take off without waking him up and telling him you’re going.”
“He’s asleep and I have to get to work.”
“He’s not that asleep, believe me. He’s not going to be ha
ppy when he wakes up and finds you snuck out.” He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Wake him up, he’ll drive you home.”
“He doesn’t have a car.”
The guy centered his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. “I drove his truck back last night. Wake him up.”
“I honestly don’t have time to wait. I’ve already called a cab to come get me.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
What? Bree scrunched her face up in his general direction. “Okay. You warned me. Later.”
“Yup.”
Bree walked around the corner and waited for the taxi just in case Jase woke up and came out after her. She had a few more hours before she needed to be at the retirement community where she volunteered. Maybe she’d be able to get a couple more hours of sleep before starting her day. She flagged down the taxi coming down the street.
She gave the driver her address and leaned her head against the head rest. Staring out the window, not seeing the scenery flashing by, she thought about last night. The way Jase had kissed her. Touched her. The way she had responded. She chewed the cuticle of her thumb. She could have at least left him her number. Maybe she should… She looked out the rear window. No. It’s better this way. Too bad, really, because Jase was someone she could get used to.
The faint smell of jasmine and vanilla lingered on the sheets, reminding Jase of the woman in bed with him. The scent triggered his morning wood, all too happy to respond. He adjusted his hips and rolled to his side. The hand he ran across the sheets kept going, finding nothing but an empty bed. His eyes popped open.
She must be in the bathroom. If her mouth was as dry as his, she probably needed some water. He rolled to his back and folded the pillow under his head. He’d give her a few minutes, but he had plans for her luscious body. Her laughter echoed in his head, sending another rush of blood to his hard-on. He stroked his cock, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Damn, this woman had him wound up. He hadn’t brought a chick home in more than year. The couple of women he’d dated in that time hadn’t lasted more than a few months at most. Even then, he’d never woken up aching for them. Hell, he’d never woken up with them.
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