Lucky 7 Brazen Bachelors Contemporary Romance Boxed Set

by Caridad Piñeiro

  She also realized for the first time just how much control she had over him.

  It was more exciting than she could ever have imagined.

  Emboldened, she said, “I’m wet for you, Jase. Wet and aching for you to touch me again.”

  “Only if you want me to, Nickie. I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do,” he said, his hands fisted at his sides as he struggled for restraint.

  She shuddered with need and dipped her hands down to the waistband of his black jeans, but she couldn’t go any further. Not just yet. Holding onto the waistband as if it was a life preserver, she met his gaze and said, “I don’t know what I want. I don’t normally play these kinds of games.”

  *

  Serious bookish Nickie would never play a game quite like this one, Jase thought.

  Not that he did either. He wasn’t the kind of guy who had fuck buddies or used women for hook-ups.

  “This isn’t a game, Nickie. This is for real. What I feel for you is for real, but I want you to enjoy it. And I need for you to want me as much as I want you.”

  “I do, Jase. I just need a little … guidance,” she said, more shyly than he could have anticipated.

  “Guidance, huh? I guess if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the military, it’s how to give orders,” he said mischievously.

  He was relieved when she grinned and playfully saluted him.

  “Yes, I guess you have, Lieutenant.”

  Smiling, he said, “Take off your dress, babe. I’ve waited way too long to see you.”

  With surprising speed considering her earlier shyness, she unzipped the dress and let it drop to the hard wood floor in a pool of crimson. She stood before him, her upper body naked and a small lacy black panty covering her hips. Those long legs he’d fantasized about were likewise bare.

  “Come here,” he commanded and pointed to a spot on the floor just before him.

  She did as he asked and stood there, expectant. The tips of her breasts were hard and just waiting for him. His mouth watered at the thought of them, but he held back, suddenly needing more from her and knowing she wanted more from him.

  “Touch yourself, Nickie. Touch your tits,” he commanded and she hesitated, but then reached up and cupped her breasts. Ran her fingers across the tips and tweaked them into even harder points. His cock swelled inside his jeans and the pressure of the fabric against his erection was almost painful.

  “God, that’s it, Nickie. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said with a groan and undid his zipper to free his cock from the jeans and his briefs. He stroked his hand up and down its length, imaging how her hands would feel on him. How he’d feel buried inside her.

  She watched him, her gaze darkening as she did so, and as she continued to touch herself which only made him harder. Made him stroke faster as he said, “Your tits are so sweet, Nickie. I can’t wait to taste them again.”

  She surprised him by suddenly saying, “I want to see you, Jase. All of you.”

  He didn’t hesitate. He shucked off his jeans and briefs and positioned himself next to her, skin to skin. The tips of her breasts brushing against his chest and his dick tucked against the softness of her belly and the lace of the panties. He eased his hand beneath the fabric and found her center. Danced his fingers across her lips and clit, dragging her eyes shut as she shook against him.

  “Open your eyes, Nickie. I want you to watch me touch you.”

  Her eyelids flitted up and down before she did as he asked and fixed her gaze on his hand as he moved it against her. He pressed his fingers against her swollen nub and wet lips. After, he eased one finger and then another into her tightness and she moaned, grabbed hold of his wrist to stop him.

  “Jase, please. I can’t – ”

  “You can, Nickie. You can come for me again and again and again,” he said. He grabbed hold of her waist with his free hand and inched her back toward the bed as her knees weakened from his continued caresses.

  When her hips were on the bed, he ripped off her panties and urged her legs open, exposing her to him. Her lips were flushed a rosy pink and moist; her mound swollen and aching to be touched. She wasn’t waxed or trimmed to death and as he stroked his fingers across her, he liked the softness of her midnight curls beneath his hand.

  She lifted her hips and whimpered in anticipation.

  “Ah, Nickie, I’m so hard for you,” he said and stroked himself while he continued to fondle her.

  Her gaze dipped to his cock and she watched silently for a moment, but then raised herself up on one arm and covered the head of his dick with her hand. Pre-cum escaped him and she spread that wet all across his head and dragged a finger across the underside of his penis and the sensitive spot there.

  That simple touch rocked his world. He blew out a harsh breath, gritted his teeth, and said, “God, Nickie. Not yet, babe. Not yet.”

  He ripped away from her and bent to brush a trail of kisses up her inner thighs and to the nest of dark curls. He kissed the bundle of nerves at her center and encircled her thighs with his arms, holding her tight to his mouth. Sucking, nibbling, and licking. Easing a finger into her as he had earlier that night and finding her tight, but slick and ready for more.

  *

  Nickie raised her hips against his mouth, lost in the pleasure he was bringing her, but wanting his thick long cock inside her as she came. Wanting the warmth and wet of his mouth on her breasts.

  “Touch your tits, Nickie,” he ordered again and his gaze locked on her as she cupped her breasts and played with them. Each little tweak reverberated through her and inside her pussy which clenched in anticipation.

  “I can feel it. I can feel how much you want me,” he said, pressing his fingers deeper and opening her for another kind of possession.

  She mewled and shoved against him with her hips while she continued to play with herself, waiting for him. Ready to take his beautiful cock deep inside.

  “I’m safe, Nickie. Are you protected?” he asked as he rose and his cock brushed across her center.

  She whimpered in anticipation and nodded. Watched as he guided his erection to her center. The tip of him kissed her clit and lips before he eased just his head inside her pussy.

  She moaned at the feel of him, so warm and making her feel so full with just that first tentative entry.

  He shuddered and closed his eyes as she surrounded the head of his cock with her pussy. Bracing his hands on her thighs, he struggled for control and sucked in a rough breath before opening his eyes. His irises had gone to such a deep emerald, it was almost impossible to see where they ended and his pupils began.

  “I’ve waited so long for this,” he said and then he eased the rest of his length inside in one smooth lazy push.

  She came immediately from the pressure and friction of his penetration.

  Her body shook and she cried out as waves of pleasure swept over her. She clamped her thighs against his hips to hold him still, savoring her release, but guilt instantly slammed into her that she hadn’t waited for him.

  “I’m sorry, Jase. So sorry.”

  She met his gaze, so dark now from his own desire. He smiled and raised a shaky hand to cradle her cheek. Her musky aroma clung to his long agile fingers.

  “That was amazing, Nickie. And we’re not done yet. Not by a long shot,” he said and shifted his hips, pulling out of her before slowly driving back in.

  She hadn’t thought it possible for desire to rise up again so quickly, but it did. Each sure stroke of his hips sent a shock wave through her body until she was arching up against him, accepting each powerful thrust. Nearly crying out as he found her clit with his thumb and the pressure of his finger there caressed her with each rock of his hips.

  “Let it out, Nickie. Scream for me, babe. Scream my name.”

  She held onto his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips which heightened the press of his thumb against her and the penetration of his cock. She met his gaze for only a second before another
release slammed into her and she gave him what he wanted.

  “Ja-a-a-s-s-s-e,” she cried out and dug her fingers into his shoulders to hold on as the world around her shattered. Through the haze of her pleasure, she heard, “God, Nickie. You feel so fuckin’ amazing. You’re so beautiful when you come.”

  With a rough groan of his own and a few wild jerks of his hips, he shouted out her name as he came. “Nickie.”

  His big body tensed and stilled as his warmth spilled inside her. His cock throbbed and twitched against her pussy as the lingering aftershocks of her release caressed him.

  She smoothed her hands across his sweat-damp shoulders and his strong muscles trembled beneath her palms. She urged him down until he was resting against her and they were both half-on and half-off her bed, but too shaken to move. Unwilling to break apart so they could relish the remnants of their pleasure.

  He kissed her tenderly and started to say something, but then stopped. In a way, she understood. She didn’t have the right words for what had just happened. For how she was feeling. She didn’t want to diminish the experience with anything less than the perfect words.

  With a smile, she shifted her hands across the short strands of his hair and returned the kiss. Happy to let that simple act convey all that she was feeling.

  They lingered there, still joined, until nature took matters into its own hands and he slipped from her.

  Wordlessly, they moved beneath the blankets and to the center of her bed.

  She lay there, facing him, both hesitant and expectant until he laid a hand at her waist and soothed it up and down her side in a reassuring caress.

  “Are you worried that I’ll leave or that I’ll stay?”

  Just One Night: Chapter Five

  A myriad of emotions flashed across Nickie’s expressive face.

  She’d never been good at hiding her feelings and that hadn’t changed, Jase thought.

  With the barest shrug of a fine-boned shoulder, she said, “A little bit of each.”

  He totally understood. Every second spent with her like this was a second to be treasured, but also a second that made the thought of leaving her tomorrow even harder. “I get what you’re feeling. This isn’t easy for me either.”

  “So why do this, Jase? This is an impossible situation,” she said and the glint of tears filmed over the dark hazel of her gaze.

  He cupped her cheek and smoothed his thumb across it, trying to offer comfort. “I don’t believe in impossible, babe. I never have. This won’t be easy, I’ll give you that, but I think it’s worth it. Don’t you?”

  A ghost of a smile flitted across her lips before it blossomed into a big smile that chased away her tears. “Yeah, I do, Jase. I think it’s worth it.”

  He grinned and hauled her close, and she pillowed her head on his one arm and twined her legs with his. She wrapped one arm around his waist and tucked the other beneath his head as they lay there, facing each other. Still feeling the uncertainty of new lovers and the eternal “WTF do we do now?” in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

  Jase’s stomach settled it for them with a loud growl.

  He spread his hand across his midsection, chuckled, and grinned. “The party pickin’s were good, but not very filling.”

  “I’m a little hungry, too. How about I go get some food?” she said, but she was in motion before he could answer, grabbing her robe and rushing to her door.

  Like he had before, he understood where she was mentally. She needed a little bit of time to gather herself. To understand why she was doing something so totally out of character and as she had said, something seemingly impossible.

  So he lay back against her pillows and waited, hoping that the time alone wouldn’t give her an opportunity to reconsider her earlier emotions.

  *

  Nickie closed the door to her bedroom and leaned against the wall, sucking in a deep breath to calm the maelstrom of feelings swirling around in her head and heart.

  Nothing could have ever prepared her for what it was like to be with Jase. Nothing. It was better than anything she could have imagined with the power to bring joy, but also to destroy her. She knew that now. She wasn’t just giving him her body, she was giving him her heart and soul and that brought the possibility of lots of pain if things didn’t work out.

  They’d already admitted that what came next wasn’t going to be easy.

  She still had years to complete in medical school and he had years to serve to pay back the costs for his college tuition.

  Years of separation, she thought, her throat tight with emotion.

  She finally pushed off the wall and headed toward the kitchen, telling herself not to logic herself out of one of the most amazing and rewarding things that had ever happened to her.

  In the kitchen she grabbed a breakfast tray and loaded it up with an assortment of the foods that had been left over from the party. Cheeses and fruits. A small plate with some finger sandwiches. There was an almost full bottle of red wine on the counter and she snagged it and two glasses.

  The tray was heavy as she trudged back upstairs with it and somehow managed a one-handed hold to open the door to her room.

  For a moment she panicked as she stepped in and saw that her bed was empty, but then she realized that Jase was lounging on the small loveseat by the French doors leading to the balcony. He had put his jeans back on, but they were unbuttoned and showing off an enticing amount of skin and a little happy trail of blonde hair down the middle of his lower abdomen. He was bare-chested and his arms were crossed behind his head which made all those sculpted muscles even more defined.

  Her heart thumped wildly at the sight of him. He was just so beautiful.

  And he was hers. No more doubts or hesitation or worries.

  He was hers for at least tonight and she didn’t intend to spend another moment of their time together doubting the wonder of that. She’d deal with the heartache later.

  She hurried over and placed the tray on the small coffee table in front of the loveseat. Teasingly she said, “Make yourself at home.”

  He grinned and patted the space beside him. “The bed was too lonely without you.”

  She guffawed and rolled her eyes. “Does that line ever really work with anyone?”

  His grin broadened, deepening the dimple on one side and making him look boyish again. “Very few anyones to try it on, Nickie.”

  She tried not to let his comment please her so much and to keep the lighthearted mood going, she elbowed him playfully. “I’m sure the girls at ‘Nova were literally falling at your feet so give it a rest, Hart.”

  He dropped his arms to draped them over the back and arm of the loveseat and said, “Okay, here I am, resting. Literally. Feed me, Nickie. Please. I’m too weak to go on without some food.”

  She chuckled and shook her head. She grabbed a small bunch of the grapes and held them to his lips like Eve tempting Adam. He tugged one off with his perfect white teeth and she pulled another one from the bunch and popped it into her mouth.

  “Sweet,” she said as the juices exploded in her mouth.

  Jase grinned and after she swallowed, surged forward and kissed her. Dipped his tongue in and murmured, “You’re way sweeter.” He lingered then, coaxing her lips to open with his. Sucking and biting at her lower lip until she was leaning into him, wanting more.

  She moaned a protest as he shifted away, but he merely shot her that devil-may-care smile again and grabbed a few pieces of cheese. “While you’re way more tempting, I really do need some food.”

  Tempting, huh?

  Feeling decidedly more dangerous than she ever had, she leaned over to snare a piece of cheese, giving him an eyeful of what was beneath her robe. Or should she say what wasn’t beneath her robe. Even with her downcast gaze, she didn’t fail to miss how he admired her nakedness and how the green of his eyes darkened once more with desire.

  Empowered, she eased back to her seat, but trailed her hand down his thigh, appreciating the
strength of the rock hard muscle beneath the faded black denim.

  “That’s a dangerous move, Nickie,” he warned, the tones of his voice husky which stirred something alive in her.

  “Is it, Jase?” she teased and stroked her hand up his thigh again, letting her thumb skim along the edge of his steadily growing erection.

  *

  Jase didn’t fail to miss the new boldness in her and as she grazed his cock with her finger, it hardened instantly with that barest touch. Despite that, he held back, determined to take it slow with her. She might be all full of fire now, but he knew her too well not to recognize that she might regret some things come the morning.

  Regret was the last thing he wanted her to take away from tonight.

  Reaching over, he poured glasses of wine and handed one to her, wanting her to have something to do with her hands that didn’t involve his dick. At least for right now. He needed a moment to recover in more ways than one.

  She made a moue with her mouth, obviously displeased and clearly aware of his ploy. “I don’t get it, Jase. I thought you wanted this night – ”

  “I do, but I don’t want to rush things. We still have lots of night and morning left, babe.”

  Her hazel gaze warmed, but mischief glittered in her eyes. She nodded and sipped her wine. Reached over and grabbed a finger sandwich that she offered to him. Some of the ham spread from the sandwich smeared on her finger and she licked it off.

  His mind pictured her licking him with that beautiful wet tongue and his dick jerked in his jeans.

  He swallowed and took a big gulp of his wine. Leaning over, he picked up another small sandwich that he fed to her. As she ate it from his hand, he said, “Your parents sure know how to throw a bash.”

  She wrinkled her nose and glanced away. “Seems like there might be better things to do with all that money.”

  “Like?” he asked, although he was well aware of where she was going. Nickie had always been almost ashamed of what she had, not that her family was obnoxious about their money. The mansion, while on the beach and large, was like many others along this wealthy strip of the Jersey Shore. Tommy and she had gone to the local high school, not some fancy private school and unlike some of the other rich kids they rarely showed off with outrageously priced designer duds or over-the-top jewelry. Maybe it was because their dad had worked hard for his money and wasn’t keen on wasting it on unnecessary luxuries.