The Hookup Plan (The Love Plan Book 2)

by J. S. Cooper

  Chapter 10

  Betsy

  Jules: Has he responded yet?

  Stella: You look so damn sexy

  Abby: Hot, hot, hot.

  Betsy: I still can’t believe I sent him that photo. What must he be thinking?

  Jules: He’s thinking, damn, that girl is hot!

  Stella: Girl, trust me, he is in shock right now.

  Abby: SHOCK!

  Betsy: I’m almost in shock myself. You don’t think I looked too slutty?

  Jules: You looked like every man’s wet dream. Trust me. Jeff wants to play games and then be all hot and cold? Show him that you can be the same way.

  Betsy: True, he did show me his cock. All I did was send him a pic.

  Stella: An extremely sexy pic.

  Jules: Ugh, brb in 5 mins, Nolan keeps looking at my screen and trying to see who I’m texting.

  Betsy: Do not let him see that photo. He would absolutely kill me.

  I looked away from the group chat and switched to the main text message screen to see if Jeff had responded as yet. Nope. My photo sat on the screen with no response. I wondered if he was going to respond at all. Maybe this had been a mistake. My heart jumped suddenly when I saw the three ellipses pop up on the screen. Finally, Jeff was responding. I waited with bated breath to see what he was going to say, but three minutes passed, no text message came, and the ellipsis were gone. I went back to the group message with the girls.

  Betsy: So, Jeff started to send me a message, but sent nothing.

  Abby: He must probably hasn’t picked his mouth up off of the floor yet.

  Stella: I bet he’s waxing one out right now.

  Betsy: Stella!

  Stella: What? It’s true. :)

  Abby: Totally true.

  Betsy: Why does he have to be so infuriating?

  Stella: Because he’s a man and men are stupid.

  Abby: True dat.

  Betsy: How come it’s okay for him to flash me, but not for me to send him a sexy selfie?

  Jules: Okay, I’m back. What did I miss? Did he send you a rude message?? If he did, I will kill him.

  Betsy: He hasn’t responded.

  Jules: What a douche bag!!!!

  Betsy: I hate him.

  Ding dong. My front doorbell rang, and I froze. I looked at the time on my phone. 11:30 p.m. Who the hell could be at my door? My mind immediately went to Jeff, but there was no way he was here, was there?

  Betsy: Someone is at my door.

  Jules: Not me.

  Stella: Not me.

  Abby: Me either.

  Betsy: Should I answer it?

  Jules: Duh. Girl, it has to be Jeff. Such a man.

  Betsy: What should I do?

  Stella: Make out with him, but absolutely no sex.

  Betsy: What?

  Abby: Agreed. Get him worked up and wanting you and have some fun, but no sex.

  Betsy: I don’t wanna play games.

  Jules: He’s the one playing games.

  Ding dong. Beep beep. My screen alerted me to a message from Jeff.

  Jeff: I’m at your door. Are you home?

  Betsy: Yes.

  Jeff: Then come answer it.

  Betsy: Okay, I’m going to go and let him in.

  Jules: Text us ASAP with all the deets.

  Stella: Have fun.

  Abby: If you must, let him pleasure you, but hold off on pleasuring him. HAHA. That will kill him.

  Stella: Oh Abby. You’re evil.

  Abby: :)

  Betsy: Later, girls.

  I got up out of the bed and fluffed my hair as I walked out of my room. I debated putting on some shorts and a bra before opening the front door to appear a bit more modest, but decided against it. If I was doing this sultry seductress bit, I was going to do it properly. I grabbed some lip gloss and lightly applied it to my lips, then hurried to the front door. I took a deep breath before opening it and then smiled as I saw Jeff standing there, still in his uniform.

  “Betsy.”

  His voice was gruff as his eyes flew over my body. His gaze looked over my bare legs and then up to my stomach. I saw his eyes lingering on my panties, which were not covered by my T-shirt. And then his eyes moved on up to my breasts and lingered there. I could feel my nipples hardening under my gaze.

  “What are you up to?” he said casually as he glanced at my face again and looked at my lips.

  “Oh, just sexting with Nick,” I said impishly, and I heard his sharp intake of breath.

  “Excuse me.”

  “You’re excused.” I smiled at him. “Can I help you?”

  “Yes, you can,” he said as he stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him. “Why did you send me that photo?” He gazed into my eyes, searching for an answer. I smiled demurely at him and took a step closer to him, trying to fake a bravado I didn’t feel.

  “Just because.”

  “Just because?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “What’s going on, Betsy?”

  “What do you mean, what’s going on?”

  “What’s come over you?”

  “Nothing has come over me. Why?”

  “Are you trying to turn me on?” He took a step closer to me and now we were practically touching. “Are you trying to make me hard?”

  “I don’t know.” I stared into his eyes then and licked my lips slowly. “What would you do if I was?”

  “Betsy,” he growled my name, the noise sounding haunted to my ears. “You’re going to drive me crazy.” He pulled me up close to him and his hands slipped around my waist and fell to my ass cheeks. He traced the edge of my panties until he was touching my bare ass and squeezed. I could feel myself growing wet at his touch. I could also feel his hardness pushing into me and it made me smile.

  “What did you do with Veronica last night?” I asked looking up at him with wide eyes. I needed to know. Even if the answer was yes, I needed to know what he’d done.

  “Nothing.” He growled. “Last night we did nothing, but that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t have.”

  “You didn’t have sex with her?” I felt inextricably pleased.

  “No.”

  “What about oral?”

  “No.” He scoffed, his eyes never leave mine.

  “Did you kiss her?”

  “I didn’t touch her,” he replied. “Why do you care?”

  “I was just curious.”

  “What’s going on with you and Nick?”

  “Nick Campbell?”

  “Yeah, he looked awfully friendly at the beach.”

  “He just got back into town, so nothing is going on.” I shrugged, deliberately evasive. I had no interest in Nick, but I didn’t want Jeff to think he didn’t have any competition. Stella seemed to think that Jeff was jealous of Nick and that it was best for him to think that Nick had a chance with me.

  “So, you decided to send me a photo tonight for fun?” His fingers slipped to the front of my panties and ran along the top line, touching my stomach.

  “Yes.” I nodded, my legs trembling slightly at his touch.

  “That’s not like you.” He cocked his head to the side.

  “How would you know?”

  “We can’t have sex, Betsy,” he muttered under his breath. “Nolan is my best friend. He would kill me if he even knew I was here.”

  “Who said I wanted to have sex with you?” I pressed my mouth against his lips and kissed him lightly before pulling back. His breathing grew deeper and he growled.

  “So, what do you want?” His eyes narrowed.

  “What do you want?” I asked him. In my fantasies, this went one way and one way only. I asked him what he wanted, and he said me and only me for the rest of our lives.

  “What do I want?” He studied me for a few seconds. “You don’t want to know.”

  “I do, that’s why I asked.”

  “I want to bend you over and suck on your clit until you come on my face and then I want you to ride me, like I’m a frigging race horse un
til I come, and then I want to shower and go home.” He almost spit the words out and I shivered. “I bet that’s not what you expected to hear. I told you, you can’t handle me, Betsy.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “You’re not the sort of girl who can handle casual sex.”

  “First of all, I’m not a girl, I’m a woman, and of course I can.” I turned away and started walking toward my bedroom. I was nervous and excited and annoyed and, if I was honest, I was a little disappointed.

  “Where are you going?” Jeff called after me, not moving from his position.

  “Where do you think?” I said and then, feeling braver than ever, I lifted off my T-shirt and dropped it on the ground. I looked back at him and gave him a coy smile. “You can join me or you can leave. Your choice,” I said and then strolled as slowly and casually as I could, swinging my hips as I walked away from him.

  “Fucking hell,” Jeff muttered, and then he said something I couldn’t understand. I made my way into my room and waited to see what was going to happen next. It only took a few seconds for Jeff to walk into the room. I felt him behind me, but I didn’t turn around. I was slightly nervous to show him my naked breasts. “Betsy.” He grabbed my hand and turned me around and groaned as he stared at my breasts. “Damn.” He reached his hands out and his fingers played with my already hard nipples. He took in a deep breath and groaned. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” I said in a hushed tone, loving the feel of his rough warm hands on my skin.

  “You won’t tell Jules?” He looked skeptical.

  “Not if you don’t want me to.” It was only a small lie. Of course, I would tell Jules, but I would make her pinky swear to not tell Nolan, which I knew was what Jeff was more scared about.

  “I’m not the sort of guy you should be with.” He groaned as he palmed my breasts and then leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth. His lips felt warm as he sucked and nibbled and my panties grew even wetter. I reached down into his hair and played with his silky tresses. He suddenly pulled away from me, and I moaned. “Betsy, how did we get here? One week ago, I was in your cupcake store, and we were talking about your nanna and her new haircut and now …” He groaned as I reached up to touch his chest.

  “Take your uniform off,” I said. I wanted to do it myself, but I was nervous I would damage it.

  “Betsy.” His eyes searched mine. “Are you sure?”

  “We’re just going to have some fun.” I took a step closer to the bed. “Let’s practice our kissing to make sure we’re both in tip-top condition for the bet.”

  “You want us to practice kissing?” His eyes narrowed at me.

  “Yes.” I smiled at him. “I want us to practice kissing.”

  “With my uniform off.”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay.”

  He pulled his uniform off quickly. Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me with just his briefs on. I stared at his chest and ran my fingers across his nipples. He pulled me into him and pulled my hair back so that my neck was exposed to him. He started kissing my neck, and I ran my hands up his back.

  “We leave our underwear on,” he said as he looked into my eyes. “No sex.”

  “Fine by me,” I replied, feeling his huge bulge pressed against my stomach, wondering how he was going to be able to stop himself from going further. “Why not, though?”

  “We can’t be friends with benefits.”

  “Because you don’t have relationships?”

  “Because I don’t have relationships, and because I know what happens when men and women have sex …” He looked into my eyes. “The woman ends up wanting more and I won’t do that to you, Betsy.”

  “Um, okay.” I was annoyed that he was being so condescending. Did he really think that he was so great that I wouldn’t be able to handle just sleeping with him? Granted, I wasn’t looking for a casual relationship and I certainly wasn’t interested in friends with benefits, but I didn’t appreciate him taking it off of the table because he thought I was too emotional and because he was Nolan’s best friend.

  “I want you, of course.” He blew into my ear. I closed my eyes, and he lifted me up and carried me to the bed. His fingers ran across my belly as he kissed my cheek, and when his lips met mine, I melted against him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I kissed him back with abandon. And then I felt his fingers slipping down the front of my panties and down toward my clit.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He growled against my lips as he continued to kiss me, his fingers gliding over my wet clit, rubbing gently. I closed my legs to feel him closer to me and he groaned. He pulled back, and I felt him pulling my panties down my legs and dropping them on the floor.

  “I thought we were keeping our underwear on,” I said breathlessly. He slipped two fingers inside of me, and I arched my back as he rubbed and kissed me. The words I was going to utter next escaping my mind as he touched me.

  “I want to make you come.” He pulled his lips away from me and kissed down my neck and along my collarbone, then down between the valley of my breasts as his fingers increased their pace inside of me. I moaned and writhed on the bed and I could feel myself close to orgasm.

  “No fair.” I gasped. “You need to take your briefs off as well.” I moved away from him slightly and then reached down to rub the front of his briefs. I felt his cock twitch, and I smiled. “Take them off,” I ordered, tugging at the elastic.

  “Fine,” he groaned, his eyes dark as he stared down at me. He reached down and pulled his briefs off and dropped them on the floor before looking back at me. “You like?” He gave me a wide grin, and I stared down at his cock, so large and hard that I shivered slightly.

  “It’ll do,” I said, and he chuckled.

  “Uh-huh.” He winked at me and pushed me back down on the bed before lying down next to me. “So, want to continue practicing your kissing? I do have to admit you’ve improved.”

  “Oh, I have, have I?”

  “Yes,” he murmured as he kissed the side of my lips, his fingers casually running across my breasts and belly. The insides of my legs were quivering, waiting eagerly for his touch again. “So we need some ground rules before we continue,” he said his fingers running back down to my pussy and between my legs.

  “What ground rules?” I said, reaching over and stroking the head of his cock.

  “I can’t think.” He groaned as I ran my finger and thumb down his shaft, exerting a fair amount of pressure before my fingers lightly touched his balls. “We shouldn’t be naked. This is not good.”

  “It doesn’t feel good?” I said softly as I reached down and placed my mouth on the tip of his cock. I took him lightly in my mouth and sucked for a few seconds before taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could without gagging. I could feel him growing harder in my mouth, and I loved the feel of his body shuddering beneath me.

  “Fuck, that feels amazing,” he said as I let his cock go. He gazed into my eyes and stared for a few seconds before pushing me back down on the bed. “Put your legs on my shoulders.”

  He positioned himself between my legs. The next thing I knew he was kissing down my belly and had his face between my legs, his tongue on my clit and his hands on my breasts. I closed my eyes and moved back and forth on the bed as he sucked on my clit and then entered me with his tongue. I was already so wet and turned on that I climaxed within a few minutes and he continued licking up my juices until my body stopped quaking. He kissed his way back up my body and I ran my hands over his chest. He stared into my eyes and kissed me on the lips as he pulled me close to him. He moved on top of me, and I spread my legs wide, eager for him to enter me. He positioned himself on top of me and I felt his cock between my legs. He lowered himself onto me, his chest crushing into my breasts and I reached down and positioned his cock at my opening. He kissed me hard, and I felt the tip of him entering me. I stilled, waiting to feel him inside of me, when suddenly h
e stopped and rolled over to the side of me.

  “No.” He shook his head with a slight groan, closing his eyes and running his hand through his hair.

  “Yes! I want you, Jeff.” I moaned, not caring about any of the rules that Jules, Stella, and Abby had tried to impress on me. I wanted Jeff too badly to play any games.

  “Are you on the pill?” he asked me, whispering into the night air. I shook my head. “I don’t even have a rubber on me.”

  “You don’t carry them in your wallet?” I asked, disappointed.

  “Normally, but I don’t have any right now.”

  I felt myself growing cold. Why didn’t he? Had he used them all up? Jealousy coursed through me.

  “We’re getting carried away, we weren’t even thinking about it.”

  “You could have pulled out,” I mumbled.

  “I wouldn’t have wanted to have pulled out,” he whispered into my ear. “And there’s no fucking way I would live to tell the tale if I got you pregnant.”

  “Then let’s just kiss.” I pulled him toward me and touched the side of his face.

  “Can we take a break for a couple of minutes?” He gave me a wry smile. “I don’t think I can just lie here naked with you, kissing you and not doing anything else.

  “Okay.” I smiled back. “Let’s talk then.”

  “Maybe we should get under the covers.” He stared at my breasts. “Your naked body is taunting me.”

  “I thought you wanted to go home to sleep.”

  “I said I would want to go home to sleep if I’d fucked you. We’re not fucking, so I think it’s okay if I stay the night.”

  “Okay,” I said as we pulled the sheets down and got under the covers. “Can I ask you why you don’t like spending the night with a woman after sex?” I asked him, genuinely curious as to his motivations. “I never knew that about you.”

  “Why would you? Until last night we’ve never known each other in this way,” he said with an unabashed grin as he pulled me into his arms. I settled my head on his chest and stared up at him.