by Rachel Jonas
I’m torn between focusing solely on how he’s completely devouring me, and watching how he pleasures himself. The visual of it—his hand wrapped around his thick shaft, the large crown I fantasize pushing its way inside me—has me on the verge of coming. His thighs tense. He’s close, too. I feel it even more when he squeezes my ass with the hand not stroking his dick. His hips writhe and he pumps his fist faster, just as a fluttering deep within me rises and euphoria floods my senses. I can’t take anymore.
A cry leaves my mouth when I come to the deep vibration of him moaning into my pussy. I fight the urge to close my eyes, as wave after wave of pleasure slam into me, but I’m determined to keep my eyes trained on him. A struggle that pays off when a deep groan leaves him, and I get to witness his sudden release. A torrent of wet heat reaches my lower back when he erupts. My teeth sink into my lip, savoring the visual of him that will forever live inside my head.
Sated, his dick relaxes, and I turn to stare down my body at him, feeling heat from his breath against my inner thigh before he places a kiss there. I can’t help but to wonder how he turned me into this person. This girl who craves something so badly that she’s never even had. He’s gifted in ways I never dreamed, with every part of his body I’ve experienced so far.
I can only imagine what he can do with the rest.
Slowly, and weak in the knees, I stand to my feet, eying his perfection sprawled out on the couch. His gaze is locked on mine and he doesn’t bother to cover himself, not an ounce of discretion or self-consciousness in his body. He knows he’s a fucking fantasy in the flesh.
My fantasy.
He stands and lowers his boxers, kicking them off, but he grabs his t-shirt from the floor before straightening. Using the soft fabric, he wipes my back clean as he towers over me. I will myself not to glance down at the girth hanging between his legs, but I swear he feels the struggle. Hence the reason those green eyes never leave me when he speaks.
“I’ll get the shower going so you can clean up,” he rasps, lust still heavy in his eyes.
He doesn’t wait for a response, just drags his palm across my stomach as he passes. My eyes chase after him, gawking at the thick muscles in his back and that perfect ass when he walks away.
Even when he’s gone, I stare in the direction of where he’s just disappeared, completely aware of how each encounter draws us in deeper, bonds us more than we already were. And while I also know leaning into what I’m feeling crosses our boundaries… I’m not sure I can stop this.
Not sure I can stop myself from falling deeper, from wanting to be with him.
This girl who was once drowning in rules might finally be learning what it means to live.
And it only took Dane showing me how.
29
Joss
And guys say girls are teases.
I beg to differ.
My eyes flash to the mirror while brushing my teeth, meeting Dane’s gaze in the reflection as he slides past on his way to the shower. There’s a smirk on his lips as his dick brushes across my ass, with only my towel and his between us. Then, he drops his, and I see everything before he steps beneath the stream of steaming water.
The ‘couch incident’ was a full week ago and we haven’t touched since then. There’s been a lot of flirting, a lot of me dreaming about how far things could’ve gone, but no actual contact. I’m trying to resist, knowing he’s broken his end of the deal with Shawna, but I’ve thought about giving in every day.
Every. Single. Day.
“Excited for tonight?”
I spit toothpaste into the sink before answering. “Should be fun.”
That’s kind of a lie. In truth, I’m nervous. Not only will I be seeing Carlos in person for the first time in over a year, I’m worried I’ll somehow hurt his feelings once we’re face-to-face. He’ll see there’s no chemistry on my part, and I can’t guarantee things won’t go bad with him and Dane meeting.
“Shawna coming?” I ask, trying to sound as neutral as possible when her name leaves my mouth. Trying not to sound like the idea of her turns my stomach.
“She can’t really miss it,” he says with a laugh. “For us, this is work. She texted a few minutes ago to say she’d be late, but she’ll be here.”
I pop my toothbrush into the cup and face the shower. A glimpse of Dane’s silhouette catches my eye as I lean against the edge of the counter.
“Cool.”
He chuckles to himself, but doesn’t speak.
“Will I like her?” I ask next.
“She’s pretty chill, so maybe?”
He doesn’t sound so sure about that and I have more questions—about her, about them—but I keep them to myself for the sake of not sounding insecure.
Even if there is a bit of truth to that.
“Well, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I say with a sigh.
“Just fine?” There’s a laugh in his tone when asking.
I shrug like he can see me and push off the edge of the counter. “It’ll just be an interesting night.”
The conversation ends there because I leave to change. I slide into the outfit I grabbed from the mall this afternoon—a denim, overall minidress, a white, off-the-shoulder crop top underneath. Styling my hair, eyeing myself in the mirror, I’m aware of having chosen an outfit I thought would get Dane’s attention. Carlos wasn’t even a thought when I decided.
Placing hoop earrings in my ears, I try to settle my nerves, praying tonight doesn’t end in total disaster.
Dane
West and Blue showed up first, coming through with the drinks they promised. Next, Sterling arrives with bags of ice, and within fifteen minutes of him crossing the threshold, our place is packed with at least fifty people. That number includes members of our new team as well as the old. And the extension of our regular crew—Lexi and Jules—plus Dez, some new girl Blue’s been hanging with. Add in the caterers and we’re almost at max capacity.
Almost.
Still no Shawna or Carlos.
Conversation about two sisters one of the guys fucked last week goes in one ear and out the other. Not only because I’m completely uninterested in hearing about how both were “squirters”, but also because a pair of smooth brown legs just walked past, distracting me like she’s done the past seven years.
I trail up the firmness of her thighs with my eyes, tilting my head slowly as I wish I had x-ray vision to see under that short-ass skirt she’s wearing. Beneath it, her curvy hips and round ass are physically painful to look at. But that doesn’t stop me. As if she feels my eyes on her, she glances back, meeting my gaze from over her shoulder. She fights a smile, facing forward to keep from giving in to it.
My thoughts slip back to a week ago, to the softness of those same thighs tightening against my jaw when I ate her until she came. I’d be lying if I said that was enough for me. I want it all, but for now I’ll settle for us at least being civil again.
I’m on my way to the door when someone knocks, and I have Joss’ attention again. She hasn’t said it, but she’s dreading the arrival of her guest and mine. She isn’t alone, though. Twice this week, I considered calling this whole thing off, opting to go back to me and Shawna’s original plan this weekend—an invite to hang in a nearby club’s VIP room. It’s always about the photo ops and connections. The biggest part for us right now is keeping up appearances, continuing to see our numbers grow and the opportunities rolling in like they have been.
My hand lingers on the door knob before telling myself to man-the-fuck-up and just open the damn thing. When I do, Shawna greets me with a huge grin that tells of her own nervousness.
“I come bearing gifts,” she announces, holding up a bottle of wine.
I take it and she leans in for a hug while we linger in the doorway for a bit.
“Thanks. You didn’t have to do this, though,” I say, eyeing the bottle.
“It’s no bother. I actually enjoy buying this shit now that I’m legal.”
I glance
up and she’s still smiling, but scanning the room over my shoulder.
“Come on in. I’ll introduce you to everyone. Well, the people you haven’t already met.”
Her lips widen and as soon as I close the door behind her, she latches on to my hand, lacing her fingers with mine. The feel of it makes my gut twist and my anxiety spike. On cue, I glance toward Joss. Her eyes flicker down to my hand locked in Shawna’s, then she meets my gaze for half a second maybe, before she falls back into conversation with Blue and the other girls. Of course, she misses the part where I let go, pretending to need both hands to set the bottle on the counter as we pass.
Shit.
“Is that her?”
Shawna points and I’m not even surprised she’s aiming right at Joss.
I nod. “Yep.”
I don’t miss how she scans Joss with only her eyes, never moving her head as she gives her a sweeping look.
“Do you… want to meet her first?”
She sucks in air and I’m reminded of the many, many chicks I’ve come across who Joss manages to intimidate before they even exchange a word. Guess that’s the cost of being a fucking knockout.
“Sure,” Shawna sighs, pushing her shoulders back when she smooths her hair.
We walk that way, me with my heart in my damn throat. It’s Blue who slides a look our way this time, and I don’t miss it when she mouths the words ‘They’re coming this way,’ to Joss, which means they were definitely talking about us. Joss doesn’t move, appearing to be the picture of confidence as she sips from the glass she holds.
“Ladies, mind if I interrupt?”
Four sets of eyes land on me when I ask—all except for Joss’—then those probing looks shift to Shawna, judging everything from her hair, to her outfit, to her shoes. All with one collective glance.
They scatter slowly without a word, leaving Shawna and me to face Joss alone. She turns with this freakishly natural smile on her lips.
“Shawna, Joss. Joss, Shawna.”
I hold my breath once the introduction is out of the way, having no fucking idea how this shit’s about to go.
“Hey!” Joss says sweetly.
“Nice to finally meet you,” is Shawna’s enthusiastic reply. She’s someone who likes to be liked, so I know Joss’ warm welcome resonates with her.
“I’m glad you made it. Dane’s told me a lot about you,” Joss continues, still giving nothing away with her expression.
“Same. I feel like I know you already. By the way, I cried with you when you got that foot tatt. You’ve got bigger balls than me,” Shawna adds with a laugh.
“Oh gosh, you saw that?” Joss says with a grin. “I tried to get Dane to shut the camera off.”
“No, I loved it! It was real! You don’t get a lot of that with social media these days. People are up for posting their latest clothing hauls and vacations and shit, but no one posts the real, day-to-day shit. Whenever you and Dane hang out, you two give tons of footage like that.”
When she finishes speaking, she does that thing again, where she slides her hand into mine, and there’s no smooth way out of it this time. And, like before, Joss doesn’t miss it.
Her smile is still there, but it’s not quite as light and easy as it was a moment ago.
“Well, I’m going to let you two hang out,” she announces, only now letting her true emotions seep through. “I’ll be around.”
With that, she’s gone and back talking to her girls where they’ve gathered near the fire escape. Her back’s to me, but the sympathetic looks on their faces tells me all I need to know.
This party—having Shawna here—was a bad fucking idea.
@QweenPandora: There’s a party in Downtown Cypress and it’s by invite-only.
The Golden Boys are living the dream while the rest of us live vicariously through them, waiting patiently for pics to post.
Oh, to be a fly on the wall with VirginVixen and NotJoss in the same room. It’s quite possible sparks are gonna fly. So, let’s all cross our fingers and pray someone catches it on video if they do.
Later, Peeps.
—P
30
Joss
Bass thumps low from the speakers Dane purchased online this week, just for tonight. They got here quickly, which is more than we can say for his special-order bed. I pointed this out and he didn’t find it all that funny.
I focus on those speakers and the music pumping through them, because they help keep me from looking at the two smiling and laughing in the kitchen.
I was nice, but it took a lot out of me, draining my social battery like you wouldn’t believe. The first indicator that this was going to be a shitty night was her grabbing his hand within seconds of her ass walking through the door.
She’s familiar with him.
Really fucking familiar.
“You okay?”
I tear my eyes away from Dane and meet Blue’s gaze when she asks. “Peachy,” I say, sounding like the bitch I feel raising her ugly little head in my soul.
Seeing him with her in pics was one thing, but having her in our loft, breathing the same air as her, is another. Knowing she either touched, sucked, or fucked him in that hotel room.
“Easy killer,” Lexi says in that calm way she has, easing an arm around my shoulders as she takes the glass from my hand.
It isn’t until she touches me that I realize I’m shaking, completely enraged.
“She’s got a pretty nice ride from what I’ve seen in pics. It’d be easy to spot it in the parking garage. Say the word and I’ll grab a bat from my trunk and fuck her shit up,” Lexi offers, drawing a laugh out of me despite my mood.
“You know, Blue made a similar offer, but I’ll pass. This time,” I add.
My gaze is set on Dane again, remembering that the whole reason he started giving Shawna the time of day in the first place is because of me. It’s this thought that keeps my emotions in check, keeps me from throwing a bitch-fit I’m not entitled to throw.
A knock hits the door and I breathe deep.
“I should grab that.”
I push off from the brick beside the fire escape, headed toward the door. Passing Dane and Shawna, I can’t help but glance over. She’s running her mouth about something, but instead of giving her his attention, Dane’s eyes are glued to me. He’s watching with this mean-ass look on his face as I snatch the door open and, the next second, my eyes lock with Carlos’.
Letting my gaze settle on him, I breathe in and release it slowly. Time apart had distorted my memory, so his staggering height catches me by surprise. With the breadth of his shoulders, he carries almost the same presence about him as Dane.
Almost.
A wickedly intense smile touches his mouth when I invite him in and re-lock the door.
“You’re even more beautiful in person,” he says in a low voice. It’s deep and mellow just like over the phone, but more so now that we’re face-to-face. He doesn’t bother with discretion when his eyes sweep over me with a look.
Before I have a chance to even register what’s happening, I’m drawn into a slow, gentle hug that ends with Carlos’ hand settling at the small of my back.
“I’m… glad you made it. How was your flight?”
“Long,” he answers with a laugh. “I had time to drop my bags at the hotel and catch a nap before heading over.”
“I’m so sorry I couldn’t pick you up from the airport. I had a ton of last-minute shit to do to get ready for tonight.”
“Please, don’t apologize. I’ll take what I can get.”
He locks me into his gaze, wetting his lips.
“We, uh… would you like to meet everyone? Or are you hungry? We have food and—”
“Relax,” he croons, cutting me off when I start rambling. “You seem nervous.”
I fight the urge to glance toward Dane again, because I shouldn’t care if he’s watching.
“Sorry. Just a little tightly wound with everything that’s going on.”
> “What’d I say about apologizing?”
“Right.”
He hits me with that half-smile again, and I’m certain it’s melted the panties off a few dozen women. Hell, maybe more.
“My girls are anxious to meet you,” I say, tearing my eyes away from him.
“Lead the way.”
I breathe deep as we walk back to where Blue and the others are waiting. When I walk up towing Carlos behind me, all four seem to forget what they were saying, staring up at his killer smile and dark features. He laughs quietly, maybe used to getting this response from women.
“Evening, ladies,” he says, his smooth accent wooing the crew even more.
“Well, damn!” is Dez’s less-than-subtle greeting.
“Damn is right,” Jules says under her breath, but not so quiet that Carlos doesn’t hear it.
He takes each of their hands and places a kiss on the back, near their wrists. The only one who has any kind of chill is Blue, and I’m willing to bet that’s only because she’s completely whipped and only has eyes for West.
But these other three?
Sloppy, swooning messes.
I hold in a laugh and get on with the introduction.
“Carlos, I’d like for you to meet Blue, Jules, Dez, and Lexi. My friends.”
“Pleasure meeting you all,” he greets them.
“No, the pleasure is all ours,” Lexi adds, shamelessly eye-banging the shit out of him right now.
“Gonna be here long?” Blue asks, only making small talk. She already knows all the details of his visit, including what hotel he’s staying in.