by Becca Taylor
I reach under her arms and lift her away from me. It was a wrong move, though, because now Jade is straddling my lap, completely naked. The lips of her pussy wrap around me, and we both moan in unison. Louder than we should have. Even though I’m holding her tight to my body, she somehow moves her hips ever so slightly.
Motherfucker.
“Jade.”
“I know. We need to stop.” But she doesn’t, though. Saying it only seems to make her move against me more.
I’m a good guy, and I should have the strength to stop, but I don’t. Like this, she seems to kill every one of my brain cells except the one demanding me to give in. That’s coming from the hard as granite head below. I take a deep breath and grip her hips tightly. She moans her disappointment.
“Fuck, baby. Believe me, I don’t want you to stop, but it’s not safe.”
“I haven’t been with anyone except for you in a long time, and I got checked two months ago.”
“That’s not what I meant. I’m clean too, but Jade, I don’t have a condom. If you keep that up, I’m going to want nothing more than to sink into you. And what about those rules?”
I’m sure we’d break the rules eventually, but I didn’t think it would be this soon. I’m already breaking my rules, or at least my body is because it seems to only be craving her lately and that’s just not good.
“You’re right. Rules. In my purse,” she says breathlessly.
“Thank fuck.” I flip her on her back. I start scanning the room, but I can’t seem to find her purse anywhere.
“Bathroom. Counter,” she says breathlessly.
I go to the adjoining bathroom, and as I reach for her purse, she gives me directions from the other room. “Front pocket.”
I grab the two condoms, and because I’m a complete ass, I check to make sure there isn’t more. Tomorrow, I will be running to the drug store for a box. Then it hits me. Did she pack these for one of her dates or for me? It shouldn’t bother me, but for some reason, it causes a knot in my gut. And I don’t like it. Not one bit.
I suck that thought down as I head back into the room. After I toss the condoms next to her on the bed, I climb over her body and between her legs. Once again, she wraps her long limbs around my waist and grinds against me.
“Not that I’m ungrateful, Jade, but why are you carrying condoms?”
She gives me a puzzled look.
“Let me clarify. Were you planning on getting lucky with someone other than me on your date before we left?”
She smiles and starts kissing my neck. Shoot, that feels good too. “No, Superman. Lexi gave them to me before we left for the bar. She knows.”
That’s all I need to know. I reach for one of the condoms and quickly put it on. In reality, it takes only seconds, but when our bodies separate, it feels like a lifetime before I’m seated deep inside her. I grip the base of my cock as I sink deep inside her.
With her one leg resting beside my thigh, I lift her other. Placing her foot on my shoulder, I move in and out of her slowly. I’m already hanging by a thread, and the visual I’m getting isn’t helping my situation. I have the perfect view. Jade with her head thrown back, hands gripping the sheets, and watching as I disappear inside her.
I take my time, savoring the feeling of her walls against me. The only better feeling would be if I was bare inside her, but I slam that thought down. I’ve never gone without protection before, and I don’t plan on it until a ring is firmly on her finger. I don’t mean Jade’s finger, though. Goddammit. But she fits me like a glove. Her body was made to fit against mine, and I hate that I have to fight these thoughts.
“Harder, Jeremy. I’m already so close again. God, you feel good.”
It’s enough to get out of my head. “Anything you say, baby.”
At the same time that I lower her one leg, I grab her other and push her knees together, pressing them close to her chest. It’s not the most comfortable position for her to be in, but damn, it will feel good for both of us. Her already tight pussy gets tighter, I can get deeper, and she will feel every inch of me as I pound into her.
I keep my motions slow for a minute or two while I enjoy the feeling of her, and so she can get used to this new position. Then I’m a bastard again because I ask, “Anyone ever put you in this positon before?”
It’s wrong of me to ask, and maybe I don’t even want to know the answer, but in some sick and twisted way, I need to know if this is something new for her. I want do things to her that no one has before.
I barely hear Jade when she answers, “No.”
I sound like a cocky sonofabitch when I say, “Good. You feel fucking amazing like this. Am I hurting you?”
“No. So good.”
Then she starts moaning. I grab the pillow above her head and tell her, “Use this if you have to. This is about to get loud.”
Those words were never truer than just now. I pull out to the tip slowly only to push hard and fast back in again. Her walls clench around me tight—so tight that I bite my lip to keep quiet.
“Again,” she begs.
Each time I do it, she begs more, and it only adds to the moment. I feel the first spasm of her orgasm, and I pick up my pace because I want to finish with her. “Don’t come yet.”
“I don’t know if I can wait.”
“Yes, you can. Wait for me, baby.” It won’t take long. I already feel it coming. My body feels like it’s in sensory overload. Jade’s walls surrounding me, the silky feel of her wetness, and her warmth—I’m in heaven.
That feeling travels through every inch of my body. Something clicks in my brain, and I can think of nothing but getting us both there. Together. Then it happens. I call it the point of no return. Once you hit it, there’s no going back.
“Jeremy, I need to come.”
My cock hardens even more when she says that. One stroke and my balls are begging for a release. Two strokes and they tell me it’s going to happen. “Now, baby. God. So good.”
The third stroke, she covers her face with the pillow, but I want to watch her, so I pull it away.
With the fourth stroke, we both let go. She bites the inside of her arm. My vision blurs as I come harder than I ever have in my life. A muted moan escapes both of us at the same time, and it seems like we’re both coming forever. Both our bodies keep moving together because we don’t want this feeling to end.
It does, though, when we hear Hunter in the hallway. “Did you hear that?”
Lexi answers. “It was probably just the wind blowing.”
“Didn’t sound like the wind to me.”
“Come on, big boy. Let’s get to bed.”
I fall beside Jade, and we look at each other for a minute then silently laugh. The next time we do this it needs to be somewhere where we can’t be heard. It seems we both like it loud. The louder, the better.
“Wow,” she says.
“I’ll raise you a wow with fuck, yeah.”
“I’ll double down with good God.”
Jade heads into the bathroom first to clean up. I know I should get up and go back downstairs or else we will be hit with a million questions. The problem I’m having is I don’t want to leave. I want to wake up in the middle of the night with her pressed against me and to be able to take her again. Hell, I want to take her as soon as the sun rises. Then again before lunch. Fuck, I want to be able to take her anytime I want. I just want her. And that’s not good. In the end, Jade sleeps in her bed while I spend the night tossing and turning on the couch, trying to come up with a way to make her mine.
THE BOYS HAVE been glued to the television the entire day, but us girls could only handle so much of the nonstop hurricane coverage. The thing is, we know nothing except for what the media is saying, which doesn’t sound good at all.
A lot of talk of roads washed away and trees down; the power is out practically everywhere back home and probably will be for a long time as well as major flooding. All we can do is pray for the best. In the meantime, Kat
, Aly, Lexi, Dani, and I spend a lot of time together. We talked about what everyone’s been busy doing while painting our nails, playing hair salon, and taking in some east coast sun. Basically, we are doing everything not to focus on what is really happening and what might happen.
I feel like the odd woman out with everyone so married or coupled up. When they get scared about what might be happening to our homes, they have someone to lean on. It makes me want that too. Both Jeremy and Josh have been there in the sense of a shoulder squeeze or a shoulder bump, but I want to be held. I want someone to whisper in my ear that everything is going to be fine. As long as we are together, that’s all that matters. Things are just that, things, and they can be easily replaced.
As I am in the kitchen getting a drink, Jeremy comes in.
“How are you holding up?” he asks me.
“I’m fine. What about you?”
He has so much more to lose than I do: his business, home, and the youth center. I can’t imagine this is easy for him.
“It is what it is. It’s the risk you take living in Florida.” He bumps my shoulder again when I look down. “Hey, at least we know a great construction company. Our houses are all solid. We got this, Foxy.”
He pulls me into a quick hug, and I hold on for dear life, even if it was only for a half a minute. It felt good to breathe him in and feel his strength encompass me. A throat clearing has us both pulling apart.
“Don’t mind me. I am just getting a water, and you two can continue this moment,” Josh says.
“Fuck you,” Jeremy barks.
Josh feigns insult then grabs a drink from the fridge but pauses before he rounds the corner to the great room. “You two fit.”
I have no idea what that means, and I don’t want to analyze it either. We both choose to ignore Josh’s comment as we head back to the television.
Later that night during dinner, we discuss what will be happening the next few days. The weatherman says the major part of the storm should be out in the gulf by late tonight, but there will be road closures everywhere.
“I think we’re going back tomorrow to assess the damage,” Caleb says.
“Good idea,” Kat answers back.
“No, baby. I meant the men.”
“The hell you are,” Lexi speaks up next and stares at Hunter.
Hunter grabs Lexi’s hands, and I notice her softer side come out. “We don’t know if it’s safe there yet, or what we are even going back to.”
Bentley adds, “Most likely, we are going back to no power, water, or gas. We are going to make a run there and get what we can.”
Jeremy says, “I have generators with the construction company. Our plan is to stay at whoever’s house is most livable to conserve gas.”
Josh is basically going with the flow. “Wherever you guys need me, I’ll be there. My staff will handle getting my house in order.”
All eyes go wide, the girls at least. Josh seems to have some secrets we don’t know about.
Caleb finishes the conversation. “You girls will be more comfortable here. We’ll only take Josh and Jeremy’s vehicles back to save gas. And that way we can bring gas back with us with Jeremy’s truck.”
It was settled. There was no changing their minds, and it was the right move anyway. The girls and I stayed at Dani and Logan’s house for three more days. Bentley called and told me my apartment was fine, only a little water came into the garage, but it didn't hit the walls. The gulf water killed all the grass and plants around the yard, but that’s nothing. Each day, we receive pictures from the guys showing the damage in the surrounding areas.
Almost everyone got away with little to no damage except for Jeremy. He had roof damage, which led to some leaking in his bedroom. He could easily patch it, but he decided it was time to do some remodeling to the room instead.
“Are you ready to be neighbors, Foxy?” he asked me as I am making the drive home.
“You're staying in my apartment?”
“I wish but sadly no. I’ll be living above you.”
The first thought I had was that sounded way too sexual the way he said above me. The next thought racing through my head was God, yes.
“Then I guess I'll see you tonight.”
“I fixed a few things in your apartment. A few lights were out here and there. The ice melted in the freezer, so I drained it before it had time to freeze again. And while I was doing that, I cleaned out your fridge and freezer. Nothing was good in there.”
“You were in my place?”
“Yes, with Bentley. When we were looking everything over.”
“You didn't have to do that.”
“It wasn't a big deal. How much longer until you get home? I'll get dinner ready for you.”
Having him make me dinner sounded so coupley. “That’s not necessary. I'm fine. I'll probably just go right to bed.” The second we heard there was power again, we all hugged Dani and Logan goodbye. As much as we didn’t want to leave our friends, everyone was ready to get back to their husbands or boyfriends. I was just ready to be back home and to work. My boss already told me the youth center would be put on hold, and I'd be photographing the aftermath of the storm. I already told Jeremy that I wouldn't be in his hair for a week or two, and now that we will be living so close together, that may be a good thing.
“Jade, let me make you dinner. It's not a big deal. I'm throwing some burgers and corn on the grill.”
“Thank you. I'll see you in about two hours.”
“One last question,” Jeremy says.
“What?”
“Do you like cheese on your burger?”
“Yes.” His question shouldn't make me smile, but I did at the way he asked it so seriously. Jeremy is a good guy. Scratch that; he’s a great guy, and he deserves a great woman. And I'm determined to help him find her while searching for a man who will live up to Jeremy.
“A woman after my heart. See you soon, Foxy.”
He hung up before I could say goodbye. For the remainder of the drive, I tried to keep my mind focused on anything other than the man who would be living above me. I wonder how long he will be there. How great it will be to be close to someone again because even though I love my quiet time, having a friend close by is even better.
But it's Jeremy, not Lexi. I don't think he'd be up for chick flicks and ice cream nights, facials, or girls discussing the men we met while we went out that night. He and I have had sex. As much as I’m trying to keep sex separate from the friendship part, I wonder if living together is going to blur those lines or just make the sex part more accessible. This could get messy. And I don’t mean the dirty good kind of messy; I mean the kind where I start to depend on him being there, and then he leaves.
Then I laugh at myself because that won’t happen. Jeremy and I thought this whole thing out carefully. Rule number one is do not fall in love, but I already know I like him more than I should. Which is why I use the rest of the drive to swallow it all down. It’s just sex. Really good sex with a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.
I THOUGHT I’D be itching to get back home, but it’s been the opposite. My roof is finished; it took two days to patch, so there’s no reason for me to stay, but I decided to do a little renovating. Actually, I’ve been thinking about buying something with a bigger workshop and more than my current three bedrooms.
Before I head out for work, I stop by Jade’s apartment. It makes no sense for us to ride separately since she’s coming back after being gone for a week. Normally, my ride to work is quiet, but with Jade, the ride is never quiet. We’ve learned more about each other since I’ve been staying here, and the more I learn, the more I like.
Things like one year in elementary school, she would only wear purple, head to toe. That she begged for her room to be purple, and now, she can’t stand the color. That she took every kind of dance lesson possible, but she really wanted to learn to play guitar. Then I told her it was ironic that I took guitar lessons, but I dreamed of dancing on Broadwa
y. She proceeded to hit me on the arm because she didn’t believe me, but it was the truth; I thought that stomping shit was awesome. Once she started telling me that she was on the gymnastics team, my side of the conversation ended. I kept envisioning all the ways I could bend her body the next time I took her, which will have to be soon.
As I knock on her door, she answers dressed and ready to go. I bought her a pair of boots online when she started coming on the site in a pair of Chucks. A nail could go right through those things. She tried to argue that ones with heels were practical because they had three inches of rubber to protect her, but she was joking. Then when she saw that the boots I bought her were pink, her eyes lit up. Seeing her wearing them, with her tight as hell jeans and an equally snug t-shirt, is worthy of a vision or two. Her in nothing but my tool belt and those shoes. It seems I'm never shy of fantasies when Jade is around.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask when she steps aside to let me in.
“All set, boss.”
I grab the bag with her equipment in it by the door and head down to my truck. It’s been an argument since I’ve been living here.
“I’m quite capable of carrying my own cameras, Jeremy.”
“Not while I’m here and have working hands, you won’t.”
“I’ve been doing it for years.”
“Well, you’re about due a break then.”
Standing behind her now does nothing to help my earlier thoughts. Her ass is fine. After I open her door and put her bag on the floor, I can't help it when I give her a boost up by pushing on said ass.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Helping you up like I always do.”
“And copping a feel.” She tries to sound disgusted, but the smirk she’s wearing tells me something different.
“Hey, I can’t help it if your ass jumped in my hands,” I say as I close her door.
When I get in my seat, she’s quick to question me. “How does one’s ass jump? I’d like to know.”
“You were askin’ for it, wearing those jeans.”
“You like them?” she says as she runs her hands on her thighs.