by Meghan Quinn
Tears started to trickle down her face as she listened to Ryker get everything off his chest. She had no excuse; she’d been terrible to him, and all she could think about was that he deserved better.
Running his hands over his face, he asked, “Why are you crying?”
“I’m just so sorry,” she sniffed, as she quickly wiped her tears away. “I was so horrible to you when you’ve been nothing but amazing.” Getting up, she said, “I need to go.”
Ryker was on her so fast, she didn’t know what was happening. He grabbed her hands and pulled her back down so they were only inches apart.
“You’re not going anywhere. You can’t just walk away, Hannah. I’m mad, yes, but that doesn’t mean I want you to leave. If I wanted you to leave, I would tell you. I just…” he paused for a second, as he tried to choose his words. “I just need to regain myself, okay? I didn’t think that you would ever come to my place or lay those gorgeous lips on mine,” Ryker said, while moving his thumb across her bottom lip. “I have so many damn feelings running through me right now, I just need some time to gather myself, but I want you here while I do that, okay?”
Nodding her head, she relaxed back on his couch. Ryker was different than Todd in so many ways, but one of the main differences was that he actually wanted her around; he wanted to be with her. That was a feeling she never really got from Todd, and maybe it was because he had a wife and family in New York, who knew? But she liked whatever Ryker was giving her, even if it was just companionship for now. She would take it.
“Spend the night with me?” Ryker asked, as he looked over at her. “I just want to hold you.”
She nodded, as she took another bite of her burger. Ryker was on number three already and eyeing the second one she probably wouldn’t wind up eating.
“Good,” Ryker said, as he pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. They just sat like that, in silence, as they held onto each other. In that moment, Hannah knew something was brewing between them…something great; she just hoped she would be able to hold onto it.
**Ashlin**
He was a good kisser. No, he was one hell of a kisser. She was lying on top of Jesse, lost in the way his body molded with hers and letting his lips control every aspect of her life. When he called and said he wanted to meet up, a little part of her stomach flipped in excitement; being able to see him again was something she looked forward to. She was never the relationship kind of person or someone who waited around for a guy to call, but with Jesse, it was different. She got excited when she saw his name flash across her phone.
As she adjusted herself on his stomach, she felt the very noticeable bulge in his pants, straining to be released. Unfortunately, he kept his hands above her shoulders, driving her crazy, so she decided to take things up a notch, because frankly, her insides were burning with need.
Moving her hand down between them, she moved past his stomach and was just about to cup him when his hand stopped hers.
Pulling away slightly, she asked, “What’s wrong?”
His eyes were hazy from kissing as he looked back up at her. His brow creased as he thought about what he was going to say. “I really want this, more than I think you will ever know, but I want to get to know you better. I think it’s important to get to know each other when you’re starting a relationship.”
Relationship?
The word rang through her head with warning bells sounding off. She knew she wanted to see him, to possibly get to know him, but a relationship? Is that what they were doing? In a matter of seconds, she climbed off of him and started searching around for her purse as the word relationship started ringing through her head. She didn’t do relationships, ever. Relationships meant becoming attached, and becoming attached to someone only led to heartache and disappointment.
She could feel her breathing becoming erratic, but she couldn’t steady it; she just needed to get away from Jesse as quickly as possible. She was only in this for a good lay, maybe a really fucking fantastic lay, but not a relationship.
“Ashlin, what’s wrong?” Jesse said, jarring her out of her thoughts. She looked into his deep brown eyes and instantly felt terrible, because the worry and concern lacing them had her heart breaking in half. The man had no clue what he was getting himself into when he started talking to her, and that was her fault because she led him on. “Did I say something wrong?” he asked.
“Uh, no. I just have to get home. I think I left the oven on.” Yup, she played the oven card, but she had nothing else in her arsenal.
“Oven? Are you brushing me off?” Jesse asked, almost offended.
“No,” she got up and started walking toward the tunnel, or at least she thought she did until she realized it was pitch black. She fumbled around in her purse, trying to find her phone, while she heard Jesse behind her gathering up everything.
“Ashlin, wait,” he called out. “If you really have to get home, at least let me walk you to your car.”
Knowing he was being logical, she waited for him.
They walked in silence out of the stadium; all the while, Ashlin’s heart beat at an unhealthy rate. She just needed to get away from Jesse, and then she would be okay. When they got to her car, she quickly unlocked it and called out a thank you, trying to avoid an awkward goodbye, but Jesse was having none of that.
“Hey, why are you running away from me? I’m sorry; I just didn’t want to move too fast. Please know that I think you are so incredibly sexy, and I want nothing more than take you back to my bed.”
He held on tightly to her arm, not letting her go.
“It’s not that, Jesse…”
“Then what is it? Whatever it was, please let me know; don’t shut me out.”
Growing frustrated, she just blurted out, “I don’t do relationships.”
As if she’d smacked him, he stepped back from her and let go of her arm. A look of dejection crossed his face.
“Then, why are you here?”
Not wanting to sound like a total sex-crazed groupie, she said, “Because I like you and I think you’re hot.”
Jesse nodded his head as he stepped back again. “I see. Well, I’m not that guy, Ashlin. I’m not the guy who is just going to have random sex for the hell of it. I’m sorry. I thought that maybe you wanted something more; I guess I was wrong.” Handing over the box of cupcakes, he said, “For what it’s worth, I had a nice time. Take these; I won’t eat them.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked to his car, leaving her alone like she wanted, but for some reason, she felt worse off.
**Jax**
Brooke’s breasts floated in his face and all he could think about was getting out of the chair they were sitting in and to his bed. His first time with her was not going to be uncomfortable as they tried to position themselves correctly in his chair.
Scooping her up, he placed a kiss on her mouth and said, “We’re going to do this right.”
“I don’t care how we do it; all that matters to me is that we’re doing it.”
Jax rushed her to his room and tossed her on the bed. She looked up at him with a saucy smile as he tore his shirt off, followed by his shoes, socks and pants, leaving him only in his boxer briefs.
Shaking her head, she said, “I really can’t get over how hot you are, especially for an old man.”
Smiling, Jax pounced on her and said, as he was inches from her mouth, “I’m not an old man.”
“Prove it,” Brooke pushed.
“Gladly.”
Not giving her a chance to retort back, Jax took her lips with his, relishing the way they were so plump and soft against his. Immediately, her hands found his back as he ran his hands up to her breasts. The moment he’d released her bra, he’d needed to get his hands on her; he knew they were going to be just perfect for his hands, and he was right. They were so damn perfect. Just full enough, but not too big.
A low moan escaped Brooke’s mouth as Jax squeezed her breast and massaged her ni
pple with his thumb. Her little pink nipples were erect and aroused, waiting for him to take control, which he did. Leaving her mouth, he moved his way down to her chest and sucked in one of her nipples, while his hand continued to massage the other breast.
Her chest lifted from the bed, letting him know she wanted more. Lightly biting down, he nipped her, making her joyously cry out his name. Pride surged through Jax’s chest as he watched the ever-confident Brooke turn into a pile of mush on his bed. He knew she had to be ready; there was no doubt in his mind…for fuck’s sake, he was ready to explode. Wanting to find out, he moved his hand down to her pants and started undoing them. She sensed his struggle and quickly let go of his hand to help him.
Once she was completely naked, he kneeled before her and took in the picturesque naked woman in front of him. Her skin was smooth and soft, her eyes were lustful and her curves were plentiful in all the right places. She was every man’s wet dream, and he was the one who got to fuck her; he was one lucky ass.
“Are you wet for me?” Jax asked, feeling like she would be one who enjoyed dirty talk, especially since she’d begged him to fuck her in the living room.
“Find out for yourself.”
Leaning over her body, he whispered in her ear, “One or two fingers?”
“It better be two,” she said breathlessly.
“Believe me, it’s more than two,” and with that, he put two fingers into her heated center, confirming that she was more than ready for him. “Mmm, you’re so wet, and all for me.”
“Only for you, Jax,” Brooke moaned, as he pushed his fingers in and out of her with a come-to-me motion. It was so erotic to watch such a beautiful woman writhe from the simple work of his fingers.
“I’m going to fucking come,” Brooke shouted right before she gripped the sheets of the bed and screamed his name. Jax continued to press up, hitting her G-spot and making her lose all control. She continued to vocalize her pleasure, which pleased Jax greatly. Some women could be obnoxiously loud and overdo it, but Brooke was sexy and hot and the way her voice strained when she came was something Jax would have in his mind for a while.
“I’m not done with you,” Jax said, as he leaned over and started kissing her again as she recovered. “Spread your legs.”
She did as she was told, giving him an all access pass to her arousal. Slowly lowering his head, he started pressing kisses down her stomach, making her intake of breath quite noticeable. He got to her pubic bone and kissed it lightly, letting her know his intentions. He moved his hands under her ass and brought her arousal to his mouth. She smelled like heaven as he drove his tongue inside of her. This was his second time eating her out, and he was fucking loving it.
Her orgasm made her even wetter than before, making his tongue slide around easily. He flicked and sucked, making sure to hit every part of her delicious pussy. He was not much of an oral man, he did it to please his woman, but with Brooke, it was turning into a necessity. He needed to see the way he controlled her entire body with just the flick of his tongue. The way she closed her eyes tightly, held on for dear life to the sheets and moaned and whimpered as he took what he wanted. It was intoxicating, and before he knew it, she was screaming his name again as her pelvis flew into his mouth, making him smile. He continued to suck on her until she was sated.
Happy with himself, he took off his boxers and grabbed a condom from his night stand. Brooke looked up at him and gave him a shy smile as she took in his powerful erection. He didn’t think he had ever been so hard in his life.
“Touch yourself,” she said with lustful eyes.
Wanting to please her, he grabbed ahold of his erection and started pumping himself. The strain from not having a release yet and the beautiful woman lying naked in front of him had him shaking as he fought off his release.
“Brooke, I want to come inside of you.”
She spread her legs even more and said, “Then do it. Fuck me, Jax.”
Not giving her a second to change her mind, he grabbed her legs, put them on his shoulders and surged inside of her, so fucking deep.
“Ahh, fuck, you feel good,” Jax strained as his dick was encased in her warmth. He had never felt anything so perfect before in his life. He couldn’t hold off any longer, he drove into her, not letting up once.
Her cries of pleasure echoed through his room as he felt her starting to contract around him, once again giving into her orgasm. The strength of her arousal around him had his balls tightening and his dick aiming for release. With one last thrust, he belted out her name as he came inside of her.
“Christ,” Jax said, as he made slow thrusts, trying to regain himself. “Fucking hell, that was good.”
“So good,” Brooke said, as her arm was draped over her eyes, as if she couldn’t take any more.
Jax released himself from her, threw out his condom and cleaned himself up in his bathroom before returning to Brooke’s side. Scooping her up, he cuddled her on his bed and said, “Stay the night?”
“I didn’t plan on leaving.”
“Good.”
He kissed her ear and nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Happiness surrounded him as he held onto a woman he never saw coming into his life, but he couldn’t be happier about her being with him.
Chapter Nine
**Mason**
“Will you stop fiddling around with the radio and just leave it?” Piper chastised as Mason kept switching the radio stations, pretty much just to annoy Piper. Mission accomplished.
She had been over at Jake and Lexi’s house every day since she picked him up on the side of the road. They never talked, except for the obligatory conversations they had to have…like how you’re feeling and can I get that for you? She would come over around noon and make lunch and dinner for Mason to heat up later. She would also re-fill his ice packs and wrap his knee back up in compression, if needed. Along with feeding him and tending to his knee, she cleaned up around the house. He told her she didn’t need to keep showing up, but every day, but without blinking an eye, she stood at the front door around noon, and to Mason’s chagrin, every day he let her in.
He started to worry because he was getting used to having her around, depending on her feedings and the way she made his bed. It wasn’t good…he knew it wasn’t good at all, but hell if he could stop it. He craved her. He was an addict.
When she was busying herself around the house, Mason acted like he was reading or watching TV, never letting her see him staring at her, even though that was all he did. He watched her float around the house as if she owned the place, tending to his every need. The whole situation was odd, especially given the way they ended things between them with the classic, “fuck off” and “go to hell.” They were demented.
Having Piper in the house with him was like having a giant pink, glitter dildo in the room that no one talked about or touched. Clearly, they were both bitter and angry, but neither of them talked about it. Instead, they just lived and went through the motions of taking care of Mason’s knee. It was all very odd to him.
“Don’t be so sensitive,” Mason said, as he finally picked a Spanish station that was really meant to push her over the edge.
“For fuck’s sake,” Piper scolded, as she switched the radio off, making Mason smile to himself. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”
“Nope, I know I’m funny, and you’re a hothead, so it’s way too easy to mess with you.”
“I’m not a hothead!”
Laughing, Mason dragged out, “Riiiight, that’s why you’re about to grab ahold of the steering wheel with your teeth like a fucking rabid dog.”
“You’re a dick.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Are we going to discuss what the doctor said today? How you need to go back to Denver to start rehab with your trainers?”
Mason quirked an eyebrow at her, even though he knew she couldn’t see him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that concerned you. I must have missed something duri
ng that exam which you so rudely barged in on. I don’t remember the doctor bringing you into the conversation once. “
“Don’t be an ass; someone had to pay attention. You couldn’t take your eyes off the new issue of the Sports Illustrated, swimsuit edition, so who knows what you paid attention to.”
“That’s because Isabel Gomez has the fucking sweetest tits I’ve ever seen. Fucking tan melons begging me to bite into them. I bet Ashlin will have her number if I ask.”
Piper was silent at Mason’s comment. Old Mason would have felt bad, given the fact that, hands down, Piper had the best breasts he had ever held, but new and ornery Mason didn’t give a shit about making the girl that ripped his heart apart feel bad.
“What, you can’t talk now? Just because I talked about someone else’s tits? News flash, you’re not the last girl I fucked.”
“No, that was Brooke…” Piper spat out with such venom that Mason thought she might just dump him on the side of the road and leave him.
Why she was getting mad at him, he had no clue. She was the one who couldn’t decide between him and Jax; she was the one who went and got engaged to another man when she promised to be with Mason…she was the one who fucked everything up, not him.
“Really? You want to go there, Piper?” Rage started to boil in Mason’s blood, gearing him up for a fight…something they were really good at. “Because I have a whole shit storm of things we can talk about.”
Letting out a frustrated breath, Piper sighed and said, “I’m not here to fight with you, Mason, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” he shouted, not knowing why he was getting so damn emotional. Piper brought it out in him, fucking females. “I’m fine,” he announced more calmly. “I don’t need your help.”