by Stacey Lynn
My thighs tightened to relieve the pressure as his hand gently slid down my back, down the satin fabric that seemed torturously arousing against my skin, across my ribs, and settled on my hip.
I swallowed a thick ball of drool in my throat.
Without saying anything, he let me go, plopped a black bag onto the counter, and looked away from me.
The move unfroze my own eyes as he took out his toothbrush and toothpaste and turned the water tap on.
I frowned. “What are you doing?”
He held the toothbrush, now filled with paste, in the air. “What’s it look like?”
I pointed out the door. “There’s a bath in the hallway you can use. This one’s mine.”
He paused, toothbrush frozen right before it hit his teeth, and grinned.
Stupid, sexy, nice-guy grin.
“Not using a bathroom that’s filled with Barbies and princesses and pink shit.”
“You put pink shit in your apartment.”
A muscle jumped in his jaw and I wondered if it bothered him that he did it. But I didn’t care to ask. He shrugged his shoulder and began scrubbing his teeth.
How he could look hot and sexy, and like someone I was fighting the urge to run my hands all over, even while toothpaste foamed in his mouth and he spit into the sink, I had no idea.
But he did.
My hands curled into tiny fists at my side.
When he was done wiping his mouth off with the same towel I’d just used—ew… and maybe I was jealous of the towel—he looked at me, his face filled with amusement.
“I’m staying in your place, sleeping in your bed, and I’m not going to use a bathroom that makes my dick want to shrivel up and fall off.”
Sleeping in my… Huh?
“You’re not sleeping in my bed.”
“No?” He crossed his arms, shifted so his hip rested on the counter and he was facing me. “Not sleeping on the couch, and I’m pretty sure I’m not sleeping in Sophie’s bed.”
My lips twisted in anger that he’d so quickly situated himself into my life, given the circumstance. Also, I wanted to kick my own ass for being angry.
I had the chance to sleep next to Jaden and that body, and I was complaining?
“No,” I stated, standing as tall as I could.
When his grin grew, I knew my voice lacked the conviction necessary to tell him I was serious. He leaned forward and put his nose right at the crook of my neck, right where he always seemed to place it.
He smelled so damn good, and when his breath washed over me in one of the most sensual ways I’d ever felt, I pushed down a moan of pleasure that threatened to escape. It was like every warm exhale from him against my skin somehow awakened something inside me.
Something I’d locked down long ago.
Something I was certain I didn’t want unlocked—not by a man whose mood swings and tantrums could rival Sophie’s.
“Think you can kick me out?”
He winked, pushed off the counter, and by the time my feet were moving, Jaden had already disrobed, leaving a pile of dirty clothes all over my clean floor, and climbed into bed.
“This isn’t going to work,” I muttered, fluffing my pillow for the umpteenth time since I’d given up the fight of kicking Jaden out of my bed.
I could have shoved him, maybe, but I was small and he was huge and I figured any attempt on my part would be completely futile. Better to save my strength for a fight I could win.
Jaden laughed a low, quiet but thick rumble that made my stomach flip-flop.
He hadn’t touched me since I’d climbed into bed. He hadn’t moved a muscle. No, Jaden just laid on his back, facing the ceiling with one thick, muscle-corded arm draped over his eyes.
The only sign I had that he wasn’t sleeping yet was the way he kept laughing every time I flipped around, fluffed my pillow, and muttered immature curse words in his direction.
“Can’t you go to the couch?”
“Nope.”
Argh!
His presence was driving me to distraction. Every time I moved or shifted, I questioned how close I could get to him without actually touching him.
Except that I wanted to touch him. I wanted to haul my little frame on top of his lap and screw his brains out.
Which had my panties damp and uncomfortable and there was no way in hell I was getting out of bed to change them. No way was I going to let him know the illicit thoughts filling my head just because he had to be a bossy jerk and sleep on my side of the bed, for crying out loud.
My side!
“You’re infuriating,” I mumbled into my pillow. “And I hate you.”
Another rumble from him. Another belly flop from me.
“If you’re stressed, I can help you relax.”
“I don’t want your help.” Liar, liar.
“That’s okay.” I could practically feel the heat of his grin, and his stare boring into the back of my head. “I don’t mind watching you relax yourself, either.”
“Argh!” I flew up, gripping my pillow with two hands, and swung.
Hard.
It smacked Jaden right in the face, and a victorious surge rushed through my veins.
“There,” I huffed, throwing myself back down on my bed. “Now I’m relaxed.”
I rolled to my side, shoved one hand under my cheek, the other under the pillow, and blew out a breath through puffed cheeks.
I stayed like that for maybe two seconds before an arm reached out, hooked around my side, and pulled.
I was flipped and on my back before I could blink, one of his arms wrapped around me, and the weight of his body on top of me.
Gulp.
Gone was his grin and his laughter. He’d replaced it with something else entirely. His intense gaze roamed my cheeks, nose, and stopped directly on my lips.
His hand under me squeezed tighter. That one tug radiated through every pore of my body and my jaw went slack as I stared at him—mesmerized by his hard lines, narrowed eyes, and crooked, scarred nose.
My voice went breathy and needy. Damn it. “What are you doing?”
His hips rolled, pressed into me, and it was then I realized he was completely naked, as his thick erection pressed against me. And I felt something… rub against my inner thigh.
Double gulp.
Holy shit. He wasn’t kidding about being pierced. The chilled metal tickled my skin and sent a blast straight through my clothing.
My hands flew to his chest to push him off. Instead, he leaned against my hands. Against my own volition, my fingers dug into his hard chest, feeling his coarse chest chair.
I cleared my throat.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
I shivered from the heaviness in his words. He rocked his hips, languidly rubbing his hard dick along my thigh, teasing me. My core pulsed with the need to have him.
“Jaden.” It was a warning—a weak one. Or a plea for him to do it already. To screw me until I saw stars and couldn’t breathe, or walk straight for a week.
He bent low, ran his tongue along the sensitive skin on my neck, tasting me.
With his arm wrapped around my back, he pulled. He shifted onto his knees, bringing me with him until I was kneeling in front of him.
His eyes settled on my breasts and he grinned. I knew what he saw; I saw it earlier.
“I want to see you.”
He spoke, his eyes on my breasts. I could have been annoyed that he was staring at them like they were his next meal.
But screw it: I wanted him. I wanted him for more than sex, but sex with Jaden wouldn’t be the worst decision I’d ever made.
Crossing my arms against my front, I grabbed the hem of my cami top and lifted my arms above my head, pulling it off.
I couldn’t decide where to look first. Jules kneeling in front of me, knees parted and dressed in only tiny, silky shorts that didn’t cover shit, almost made my head explode.
And my dick.
“Hell.” I raised my
eyes to hers, saw her eyes flicker with nerves, and I unfroze.
My eyes dropped to her breasts, and I licked my lips and gripped her hips, pulling her to me.
She came willingly and easily until I had her nestled against me, pressing my hard-on into my stomach.
My hands moved up her ribs until I cupped her tits, small but full, and fuck if that jewelry hanging on her right nipple wasn’t the sexiest thing ever.
“Why’d you do this?” I asked, my thumb running slowly over it.
Her breath hitched, and I knew it was because metal through the sensitive skin made the sensation five times more of a rush.
I pulled my eyes off her tit and onto her lust-filled blue eyes. “Jules?” I asked again, still rubbing her pierced nipple. I wanted to tug on it, suck it in between my teeth, but held back. “Why’d you do this?”
She cleared her throat, rolled her shoulders as if she was trying to gather her confidence, and then pinned her half-lidded eyes on me. “Because I wanted to know what you’d do if you saw it.”
Fucking shit. I clenched my jaw together to prevent it falling open in shock. Not what I expected her to say at all, but she was serious, too.
I gave the ring a slight tug, licking my lips.
Jules’s hips shifted right into my dick. My balls pulled tight, and the anticipation of my orgasm releasing deep inside her while I sucked on her tits made me move.
I threw her back down on the bed, instantly moving in between her parted legs.
“You’re about to find out, then.” I leaned down, kissed her. She instantly opened her lips and my tongue met hers in a firestorm of epic proportions.
God, she could kiss. As small as Jules was, as timid and proper as she could be, when her tongue hit mine and her hands began roaming my body—my shoulders, my back, and then settled on gripping my ass—she was a fucking a fireball in bed.
I pulled my lips off hers and shifted, moving further down. Her hands moved to my hair, gripping and tugging as I set about licking all the way down to her tits. I licked her piercing, and she ground her hips up into mine. I could feel her wetness spread across my lower stomach as she rolled and shifted.
I teased her nipple, sucking it into my mouth and tugging slightly. Her nipple hardened, and the feel of the cold metal on my tongue and teeth encouraged me.
That and the way she pulled on my hair, holding me against her and moaning my name.
My name. No one else’s.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I growled, lifting off her nipple and moving to the other one. I lavished them both equally. Her clean, sweet taste and the moans escaping her mouth had me needing her. Now.
I arched back, rolled off her until I could grab my jeans. Finding a condom, I rolled it on, not wasting any more time.
“You want me?” I asked, holding the condom and the base of my dick in my hands. Jules looked down, legs spread wide, and I grinned, realizing she’d taken off her shorts.
She was naked beneath me. Exactly where I wanted her.
“Yes,” she panted.
“How bad?” I asked, running two fingers along her swollen clit. So damn hot. I teased her again, flicking her clit, running my fingers slowly around it and only coming close to her opening.
“Jaden,” she moaned. I felt the word in my balls as it rolled off her swollen lips and tongue. “I need more.”
She’d get it. Climbing closer to her, I pushed her thighs back until her knees were pressed against her chest. She was fucking wide open for me, dripping her moisture onto her sheets.
Jesus. She was sexy as hell, spread open for me. I wanted to bend down and taste her, knowing how good and sweet she was.
But she moaned again, clawed at my hands behind her knees.
I raised up on my knees, moving closer until the head of my dick was at her opening.
“You ever fuck a man with a piercing?” I asked, pushing inside her.
“No.” She shook her head.
I stopped moving right as her body swallowed the tip of my dick. Hell, I could have exploded right then. A deep groan rumbled from my throat.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
I felt her smile, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her glistening pussy.
“You’re just really big.”
I pulled back, biting back a laugh. She mewled and her fingers clawed the sheets at her sides. When she lifted her hips against me, I knew I’d found that perfect spot, where even through a condom, the ball of my apa would scrape against her.
“Oh shit,” she moaned, pushing her head back into the bed and arching her back.
God, she was beautiful.
I wanted to go slow, tease her, and fuck her into next week all at the same time.
Instead she leaned up, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me toward her.
“I need more,” she moaned, as my dick began sinking further inside her. “Now, Jaden.”
Fuck slow. I’d do slow next time.
My hips rolled, pushing my dick inside her until I was buried balls deep. Her pussy pulsed around me, creating a friction and squeezing my dick so hard it was amazing I didn’t end things right then.
I closed my eyes, gathering my self-control before pulling out. And then we moved.
It was fast as I crashed my hips into hers, pushing and pulling. My thumb tugged her nipple and she cried out.
She grabbed my hair, taking all of me, and pushing back when I tried to pull out.
Our bodies became layered with sweat and the stench of sex filled my flared nostrils.
“Jaden!” she cried out, turning her head into her pillow before biting down.
“Close, Jules,” I grunted, my hips rocking back and forth with force I didn’t know I had, but I couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get deep enough inside her. “Get there.”
“Fuck,” she chanted, over and over again. I fucking loved it.
Loved watching her fall apart as her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails clawing into my inked back.
“Fuck,” I groaned, right as the walls of her pussy began pulsing and clamping down on me like a fucking vise grip.
“Jules,” I groaned, feeling my balls tighten. She exploded beneath me; her entire body bucked and arched into me. Her pussy tightened and pulsed so hard until I couldn’t take any more.
I slammed into her, felt my balls smack against her ass, and then I came.
Hard. Stars exploded behind my closed eyes as I pumped into her, wringing every last drop out of her orgasm and mine at the same time.
Fucking hell. Amazing. Best orgasm ever.
I couldn’t move when I was done. I collapsed onto her, my arms giving out, and I found my favorite spot as I fell down, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pressed a kiss to her neck.
“Holy crap,” she panted. I felt her heart racing against my chest as if she’d run a marathon.
Or had the best sex of her life.
Knowing I just gave that to her made my barely softened dick begin to harden again.
“You’re heavy.” She pushed against my chest with weak arms, but I got her point.
I raised off her, loving the way her heat clamped around my dick as I pulled out of her to get rid of the condom, as if her body rejected the idea of my dick leaving.
“Be back.” I took care of business in the bathroom and when I was done, I climbed back into bed, immediately climbing under the covers, and then tugged Jules into my side.
“Jaden?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep. “Why are you holding me?”
Why? No fucking clue. I’d never, ever, wanted to hold a woman after I’d screwed her.
I brushed my nose against her hairline. “Shut up and go to sleep.”
She snorted, but didn’t argue.
Then she relaxed into my chest, one of her hands landed on top of mine at her waist, and her breathing evened out just minutes before sleep pulled me under.
“You headed to the garage today?”
The question sounded so dom
estic, Jules watching me at the kitchen counter, coffee mug in one hand, hip propped against the counter.
It should have made me queasy. It didn’t. I’d been staying at her apartment for almost a week. Five days of waking up with Jules’s legs wrapped around mine. Somehow she became an octopus while she slept, all clingy limbs suctioning themselves to every part of body.
That should have made me nauseous too. But it didn’t.
Even better than the mornings was the way we ended the nights… me with my dick buried deep inside her.
This morning she arched a brow, waiting for my answer.
“Sorry.” I quirked a matching arched brow. “Your tits distracted me.”
“Shut up.” But she grinned, and pushed out her chest.
Well, fuck. Now her tits were distracting me. I checked the clock on the microwave, rapidly trying to figure if we could get a quickie in before she had to be at work.
Five minutes would be enough for me, maybe for Jules if I—
“Jaden!” She snapped my name, scowling.
“What?”
She leaned forward, glanced at Sophie on the couch behind me, and whisper-hissed, “We’re not doing that this morning.”
I coughed. Loudly.
“Again.” Her cheeks flushed. I didn’t know if the blush was her remembering the way I snuck into the shower and took her from behind hard and fast just thirty minutes before, or if she was embarrassed that I’d brought it up.
Who gave a fuck, really? Jules was fucking hot. All the time.
“You haven’t told me if you’re going to the garage.”
“I’ll be at the clubhouse. Fuckin’ call me if you need me.”
It was her first day back at the salon, but we were done with daycare. Sophie was coming with me again, which again, should have my stomach rolling, but didn’t.
It’d been a lot of adjustment during the week, and I knew Jules hated that someone in the club was on her at all times, but what hadn’t felt strange was the way Sophie had begun clinging her pudgy little—usually sticky—hands to me whenever I was within eyesight.
Instead of it making me want to throw up, it sent some strange, warm sensation buzzing through my chest whenever her fingers wrapped around one of mine—or my leg, as she normally did when I got back from the clubhouse.