by K. M. Galvin
“You want to take a shower first?” He asked, walking over to his suitcase and digging through it for fresh clothes. I put my bag down on the bed and grabbed my shower stuff and the outfit I picked out for a night out.
“Sure. I’ll be a minute.” I hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
Things were getting awkward and I hated it. I rushed through my shower and stood in front of the mirror, wincing at the sight of my sunburn. So what did I do? I pressed my finger hard into it, yelping at the pain as my skin turned white and then bright red again. Jason knocked on the door and asked if I was ok. Securing my towel, I opened the door and his face twisting comically when he saw my sunburn.
“Oh my God! Baby, you are toasted!” He said, wincing in sympathetic pain.
“I look like a tomato! I can’t go out like this!” I wailed pitifully. Like any supportive boyfriend, Jason laughed. Asshole. I glared.
“I’m sorry, it’s not funny. You look cute, just put some make up on it, tone it down a little.”
I huffed and grabbed the little bottles of lotion off the counter and began to lather myself so I wouldn’t have alligator skin. I turned around and he was still staring at me.
“What?” I snarled, completely pissed.
Who was going to want to have sex with a goddamn Oompa Loompa with a third degree burn? I grabbed my brush and began yanking it through my hair in frustration. I cannot believe my life. I wanted tonight to be perfect and this sucked. I wanted to be desirable. I even went and got some sexy underwear. I had it all planned out, and now I looked ridiculous. Jason sighed and took the brush out of my hand.
“Let me, before you pull all your hair out.” He said, running the brush gently through my hair, working out tangles as carefully as possible.
“I’m sorry.” I sighed.
“What’s going on? You’re all stressed out.” He asked, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. I sunk back into his arms, resting against him. He brought his arms around me, hugging my waist. I stared at him through the mirror for a moment, debating on whether or not to tell him. Fuck it.
“I wanted to have sex with you tonight. I had it all planned out, it was going to be perfect and now I look like a troll.” I whispered. I could tell he was trying not to laugh and turned me in his arms so I was facing him.
“First of all, you could never look like a troll. Second, you know there’s no pressure right? I can wait.”
“There is pressure. Not from you, from my vagina. It wants to jump your bones, Bartender. And I can’t do that when I look like I escaped from Hell!” I wailed.
“You’re such a romantic, baby.” He laughed. I slapped his arm.
“You know what I mean. I’m ready. I want my first to be you and I want it tonight. I don’t think I can go another day without sharing everything I can with you.” He smiled at me tenderly and dropped a sweet kiss on my lips. My body immediately heated up and I let out a little moan. Jason’s arm tightened around me and he brought his mouth down to my neck sucking gently. “Jason we have to get ready to go out.”
“Or we can stay in?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I let out a giggle and backed up a little. I was never a giggler before, but he made me act like a giddy idiot sometimes.
“Please, I would love that, but the guys totally puppy dog faced me into dinner. Besides, I want to go dancing with you. I think it would be…stimulating.” I said throatily.
Seducer I was not, but I think Jason appreciated my attempt. Giving me a little smack on the ass, he whipped his shirt off and shucked out of his pants before I could blink. When his hands grabbed his boxers, he lifted a brow, daring me to continue watching. My mouth had gone dry at the sight of all that skin and muscle that I just stared like an idiot, feasting my eyes on his body.
He brought his boxers down slowly, revealing what was underneath and I must have grunted a little at the sight of his dick because he laughed at me and made a little model pose. This was the first time I saw him completely naked. Little Jase was not little by any means and he was currently standing at attention. I knew I was ogling him but I couldn’t look away. I always thought this part of a man was ugly, but not Jason. Maybe it was because I loved him, I didn’t know, but seeing his desire for me, flushed and hard, was beautiful.
Shit, I was drooling. And he was big. I mean really big. I was a little worried at how this was going to work. I turned around, facing the mirror again, hiding my apprehension by starting to apply my make up, cinching my towel around me even tighter.
Holy mother of God, I thought I was ready.
No. I was ready. I am ready.
But now I was kind of scared.
Jason came up behind me and I felt his arousal against my ass, causing me to go a little weak in the knees. I don’t know how I was going to make it through dinner, knowing that was waiting for me. Dear Jesus. He pulled me to him until every part of my back touched his entire front and I felt a shudder run through him at the contact. Leaning down he kissed my neck, then bit my earlobe, causing me to go full on porn star mode. I could feel how wet I was down there and it had nothing to do with the shower and everything to do with the aroused male behind me. I groaned again.
Whispering in my ear he said, “Don’t worry, baby, it’ll work. I can’t wait to feel you grip my cock for the first time when I make you come.”
“Holy shit, Jason.” I gasped, breathing heavily. He kissed my neck one more time before chuckling and getting into the shower.
Holy hell.
“You’re such a cocky bastard.” I snarled, aggravated that he got me all hot then left like it was nothing.
“Definitely…cocky.” He said, enunciating the word “cocky.”
I had to get out of here. Just him saying the damn word was too much. Grabbing my stuff I made my way out of the bathroom and sat in front of the mirrored closet. I paid careful attention to my makeup, slathering on enough concealer that my skin resembled a human-ish tone.
I wanted to look my best for him tonight. I put a little gel in my hair, deciding to let it dry naturally into its long dark waves. Pushing myself off the floor, slipping on my lacy ruffled thong, I thought about when Emily and I went shopping for this little number the same time I went and bought the boner inducing panties, Emily’s words not mine.
The leggings were black leather and basically looked like they were painted on when I was finished squeezing into them. I did a butt check to make sure there weren’t any panty lines and thankfully, despite the ruffles I was good. Then I shrugged on the silver silk tank top. It was almost completely backless, the sides only held together by two thick bands that crossed my shoulder blades and the middle of my back. The front wasn’t too low cut; it gave just the right amount of peep show. I wasn’t wearing a bra so anything lower would have been quite scandalous.
The shoes were a different story.
Black bootie stilettos with a zipper up the back and the underside of the boot was a bright yellow. Hot as hell. I loved them almost immediately. I would wear them maybe twice in my life, considering I was more of a Toms or flip flop kind of girl, but these were perfect for tonight.
Rubbing on some glittery lotion on my arms and chest, I leaned down and took a whiff, grinning. I smelled like strawberries.
Jason didn’t stand a chance, I thought, smirking at the bathroom door. Sucker. I walked over to the door and banged on it telling him to hurry up.
Almost immediately I heard the water shut off so I hopped on the bed and grabbed my phone, deciding to text Emily and fill her in on my day. I heard the door opened but didn’t look up, trying to hide my smile when I heard his sharp intake of breath. Emily was going on and on about her new partner for her column who she still hasn’t met yet.
Apparently, he only talks to her through email and has a difference of opinion on where the column should go. Or as Emily puts it “the tight ass twat is trying to tell me how to run my goddamn column. Fucker doesn’t know shit, I’m going to hand him
his candy ass, stupid dipshit.” She’s truly a sweet person. Honest.
Jason cleared his throat a couple times, I’m assuming to get my attention. I finally looked up when it sounded like he was hacking up a lung.
“Was there something you needed, Jase? A cough drop, perhaps?” I asked innocently.
I stood up and walked over to him, reveling in the feel of his eyes tracking my every movement. They roamed my body like he was trying to memorize every curve and swell. His mouth opened slightly as I drew closer and his tongue came out and wet his bottom lip. I got as close as possible without actually touching him. His heaved; leaning in and I inhaled the smell of his soap causing his skin to prickle with goose bumps.
“You have my attention, Jase. What do you need from me?” I whispered hotly against his pulse, leaning back to look into his eyes.
They were blazing at me with desire and I felt my body responding to the look on his face. He leaned down towards me and I wet my lips in preparation of his kiss, I could feel his hard on straining against his towel between us now and I rocked my pelvis a little against it, just a quick brush. It was the only part of our bodies that touched.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I jerked back like my mom just caught me doing something bad.
“Who is it?” Jason barked, eyes never leaving mine.
“It’s Blake! Are you guys ready yet? We’re starving! Declan and Trent are already downstairs...” he trailed off when we still hadn’t responded. Still locked in our staring contest, I backed up a step and he followed. My heart was pounding now, so hard I thought I would faint.
“Hey, guys? I know you’re in there!” He continued to pound on the door. I let out a frustrated grunt and turned away from Jason, stomping over to the door. Jason let out a curse when he saw the back of me; I winked at him from over my shoulder before whipping open the door so fast I startled Blake. “Oh hey, Mars! Wow you look hot!” He said, eyeing me.
I rolled my eyes.
“Stop banging on the door, do you want to get us kicked out?”
He just shrugged, “Sorry.” He leaned around me and waved at Jase before turning back to me. “Wanna come wait with us? Might motivate Casanova over there to get his ass in gear.”
I looked over my shoulder and bit back a gasp. Jason had moved closer to me. The hand that was holding his towel around his waist was white knuckled causing the muscles in his arms to bulge. His chest moved rapidly with his breaths. I glanced at his face and this time I couldn’t control the gasp that slipped passed my lips. His chin was tilted down and his eyes. God! He was looking at me from under the wet tangle of his lashes, his eyes black with lust.
He looked like fucking.
It was like he was trying to melt the panties right off me with the look he was giving me. Realizing that if I stayed here there was a good chance we wouldn’t leave, I agreed.
“Yeah, fine, let’s go.” I sighed.
I grabbed my purse and was out the door without a backward glance. Blake talked my ear off the entire way down. Where normally his continuous chatter annoyed me, I was grateful for the distraction. We spotted Trent and Declan at the hotel bar chatting with some girls and made our way over. They both let out catcalls when they saw me and I couldn’t help but grin and do a little curtsy.
We chatted about where to go to dinner and Trent said the girls they were talking to suggested this awesome sushi bar a couple of blocks from the Underground, a club that had a live electric bluegrass group playing tonight. Excited about our plans, I clapped a little. I was talking to the girls about the club when they both focused on something behind me. Both of them assumed the preening stance of women who have just spotted a hot man. Shoulders back, tits out, and ass popped. Lips curling up I turned around to see who caught their attention and let out a full-blown smile when I saw who it was.
“Oh my God, he’s coming right over here!” One of them whispered.
“He’s so fucking hot!” Her friend whispered back.
I didn’t respond, instead watching him walk towards me. He had on all black again and damn if he didn’t look like a young Johnny Cash. His hair was still wet from his shower, falling in waves past his ears. He smiled when he saw that I was leering at him, a quick flash of white on his tan face. He walked right up to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulled me into a hot kiss.
One way longer than appropriate when your friends and strangers were standing not two feet away. He bit my bottom lip, and then sucked on it before pulling back. Turning towards his friends, he kept his arm around me while he asked them if they were ready to go. I waved a goodbye to the two girls who were staring at us, openmouthed, and walked out with my guys.
Yes, ladies, I was one lucky girl.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
By the time dinner was over, everyone was buzzed, thanks to Trent’s lovely suggestion of Saki shots. The club we were walking into looked awesome. The walls were exposed brick and had a very industrial feel to it. I loved it. The dance floor was packed and the band was energetic. Everyone seemed to be having a blast, and I picked up on the energy almost immediately.
Grabbing Jason’s hand I made our way over to the bar and ordered all of us shots. I wanted to have fun tonight and a little liquid courage couldn’t hurt for later. We all downed them together and Jason pulled me to the dance floor. He drew me close and we stood there for a minute, his hand roaming my back. I decided this top was the best decision of my life.
Then he began to move.
I had no idea the boy could dance, but he began a slow, erotic grind that mimicked what we would be doing later. My head fell back and I let my hair spill along his arms. Raising my arms, I turned until I was facing away from him and hooked them around his neck; bringing his head down to the crook of my shoulder and neck. I let my ass rub leisurely against his growing erection and he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss against the pulse in my neck before sucking at the skin hard. He was giving me a huge hickey, but I didn’t give a shit. Let him brand me.
His hands shifted under my top and he swept them over my stomach before letting them run down my thighs. The material of my tank rubbed against my nipples, teasing them to attention. I could only imagine how I looked right now, but I was too drunk on him to care.
I began to grind against him harder as I got more and more aroused. My skin felt tight and feverish. I turned back towards him and rested heavily against him, running my hands over his back, tracing the muscles. I leaned down and bit the tendon that was straining on his neck, eliciting a sharp growl from him.
I whimpered when he leaned down and bit out, “Let’s get out of here,” hotly against my ear.
Hell yes.
I nodded eagerly. Grabbing my hand, he began to weave us through people quickly over to Declan who was at the bar by himself. Jase leaned down and said something to him I couldn’t hear. Declan looked at him for a second and I was confused as to why he looked, well, not mad but not happy. Was he pissed we were leaving? Getting off the stool he walked over to give me a quick hug then walked away not saying a word. Even more confused I looked at Jason and saw him staring after Declan.
“That was really weird.” I said, stating the obvious.
Jason continued to stare for a moment before looking at me. He smiled a little and then tugged on my hand.
“He’s got some issues. Don’t worry about him. Come on.”
Because I was horny and wanted this to happen so badly, I let it go. Whatever was the issue between the two of them could be handled in the morning. We walked over to the taxi line and got into the closest. I stared out the window, watching all the buildings pass us by. Jason was playing with my fingers lost in thought too.
“When do you leave? I can’t believe I didn’t even ask.” He said suddenly. I looked over at him, studying his face for a minute. Leaning my head against the headrest, I smiled as my heart swelled with love.
“I leave tomorrow afternoon. Just a quick trip.” I said apologetically.
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br /> He gave me a sad smile and brought my hand to his lips. I didn’t want to leave either.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“You only have a couple more weeks, right? Not too long before we see each other again.” I said, trying to be cheery about it. He got a pained expression on his face and I tugged on my hand until he opened his eyes and looked at me. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”
He just shook his head, “I just miss you guys, that’s all.”
That wasn’t all, but I dropped it. Soon we were at the hotel. Jason paid the driver and then we were walking to the elevators.
Finally, my bravado left me and the butterflies were back. I was expecting this, but surprised myself that it took this long. I worried my lip as we got in the elevator and began shifting back and forth on my feet. I looked up at Jason and he smiled at me.
And my nerves were gone.
When we got off the elevator I had to practically run to keep up with Jason.
“In a hurry, Bartender?” I laughed. He looked over his shoulder and laughed with me.
“Yup.”
The minute he had the door open he yanked me in and slammed it shut, backing me up against it. He grabbed the hair at my nape into his fist and tugged my head gently until my face was completely upturned towards him. His eyes swept over me before he took my mouth. I felt how soft his lips were against mine and tasted the alcohol on his tongue. His hands went down to the back of my thighs and he lifted me, my legs going around his waist. I ripped my mouth away from his with a loud moan when our lower bodies came in contact with each other.
“I need you naked, baby.” He said in a rough voice. He began walking us towards the bed and collapsed on top of me, eliciting a laugh out of me. I slapped his shoulder to get his weight off and he propped up on his elbows, looking down at me with a grin.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said quietly, still all smiles. My hand lifted to his cheek and I ran my thumb over his lips.