Unexpected Danger (Skyline Trilogy Book 2)

by Willow Summers

  “I know. I was.” They passed some time in silence.

  Erika changed the mood. “So what the hell is up with Josh’s dad?”

  They were losing volume control. It was the first thing to go. They took another shot and set the glasses and bottle back on the floor. Thankfully, Erika was pouring small shots.

  “He is a worried old man with too much power.”

  “You handled yourself well. I almost shit my pants. You should've seen him yesterday. That guy—he was tearing round the place, badgerin’ Josh about—no, Jox about Jash. Badgering Jax about Josh. Argh. Tequila is working! We should’ve eaten dinner.”

  “Told you. Worried. Ahhhhhhhh, tequila. I am feelin’ adventurous.”

  “Jax likes you, Jenna. For Josh, I mean. Not for himself. You scare him a little, I think. No, he likes you and Josh together. Says you guys fit. You’re a good fit. Tight. Apples and peaches.”

  “Erika, what the fuck are you talking about?”

  Erika was off in her own world, making hand gestures to illustrate the drivel she was muttering.

  “I don’t know. I feel good. Oh man, I needed this. I have been a stress ball, you know? Scared shitless. Poor Jax is scared for me. He wants to help. He does help.”

  Jenna lay back again. “I’m horny.”

  “You’re always horny.”

  “But getting laid when I feel like this is one of my favorite things.”

  “So do it. Who’s stoppin’ ya?”

  “Josh. He wants me to tell him I like him.”

  “So tell him.”

  “And mean it.”

  “So what? Tell him, don’t mean it, get some ass, then you’re set. Guys do it.”

  “We hate it when guys do it.”

  “Well, fuck ’em. That’s what I say. One more shot, huh? One for the road!”

  “I should say no to you.”

  “But you won’t. Hold my foot; I am going to reach down for the bottle.”

  Jenna was still lying on the bed and didn’t bother to get up to secure herself. Erika bent over to grab the bottle, but her center of gravity was off. She leaned over too far, tried to catch herself and pull back, and then careened wildly off the bed and onto the floor.

  She burst out into a fit of laughing. “I told you to hold my danged foot!”

  Erika crawled to the edge of the bed. She got the glasses, somehow filled them with the biggest shot so far, and held out Jenna’s glass in a shaky hand.

  That was about when Jax ran in with wild eyes. He saw Erika and cocked his head. A grin slid up his face. “What’s going on, ladies?”

  “Jenna is trying to get me drunk!”

  “Erika already got me drunk, and now she is trying to take advantage of me!”

  “You wish! Ha ha ha ha!”

  “All right, Evel Knievel, time to go to bed,” Jax said, hauling Erika up.

  “Wait, one for the road.” She struggled out of Jax’s grasp and held out her glass. “Cheers. Aaaarrrrggggh. Smooth.” Erika made a show of wiping her mouth.

  “It shouldn’t be; this stuff is rotten.” Jax eyed the bottle.

  “Drink as much as we have in an hour, and your tune will change songs.” Jenna closed her eyes and smiled.

  “She makes no sense. C’mon, Jax, let’s go get naked.” Jax must have made a face, because Erika said, “S’okay, I already told her. C’mon. Let’s have some sex.”

  The door closed with a soft click. Jenna took a deep breath. She could feel the tingling of the alcohol coursing through her body, numbing her and setting her on fire in equal parts.

  Remembering the lingerie Erika bought, Jenna haphazardly slid off the bed, bumped into the dresser, and then held up the silky fabric. Deciding it couldn’t hurt, she quickly slipped it on.

  The red top was big across the chest, but she doubted Josh would notice. Well-placed lace made the eye pop and the imagination boggle. It fell to her upper thighs, easily revealing a lacy red and black thong. Liquid courage pulsed as she arranged herself on the bed just so, waiting for Josh to come in.

  Not good, she thought. The lights were too bright. Muted light would be better.

  She worked toward the edge of the bed until she heard Josh down the hall.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Oh, shit!” Jenna whipped around and scrambled up the bed, clutching sheets to haul her dizzy butt up.

  Footsteps sounded just outside the door.

  She flipped around, trying for a quick sensual pose. Her limbs ambushed her, sending her sprawling. Legs spread at weird angles, her hair covering her face and a nipple peeking out of the lace instead of her cleavage, she froze as the door opened and admitted Josh.

  He hesitated for a second before he finished advancing and closed the door behind him.

  She wiggled, trying to figure out some sort of pose that didn’t look like she was paralyzed on the right side, only to prop herself onto an elbow and give up. So much for sexy.

  “Hi,” she said. She blew hair out of her face.

  “Hi.” Josh stepped up to the bed slowly before surveying her. His gaze raked down her chest, pausing on the peekaboo nipple, stopping for a moment on her spread thighs, before sliding down her bare legs.

  He reached forward, barely touching her skin as he worked up to her thigh.

  She sighed, focusing on those large fingers as they trailed to her sex.

  “Spread your legs for me,” he murmured, tracing the fabric as it cascaded down her slit.

  She fell back and opened wider, giving him whatever access he wanted.

  He pressed her nub and then wiggled his fingers. She moaned before arching up. The heat of the tequila and the unfolding passion seared her alcohol-muddled brain.

  A hand curled around each of her ankles and pulled. Silky lingerie floated up over her belly, revealing her lacy G-string. Josh made a low growl and slid his hands up her legs, making them wider, touching her body, kneading her breasts. Jenna sighed in pleasure until he backed off, putting his hands on either side of her.

  “I want to watch you, Jenna. I want to watch you touch yourself,” he said in a rough whisper.

  Jenna hesitated long enough for the liquid courage to convince her she had nothing to be embarrassed about. She let her hands slowly drift down the front of her, raking over her sensitive nipples and falling between her spread legs. It felt so good going over her nipples that she closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and repeated the process, tweaking a nipple with one hand as she reached between her legs with the other. She slipped that hand beneath her panty line.

  “Take off your panties,” he commanded softly.

  Jenna tried to comply, but navigating gravity proved a little too difficult. She looked up at Josh from between her parted knees.

  “Help.” She sounded weak and vulnerable, desperate with need.

  Josh slid a hand up her thigh and grabbed her panties where they covered her wetness. His fist stayed there a second, his knuckles against her sex. She used it to her advantage, gyrating against him, hitting sensitive spots and wanting a stray finger to find its way inside her. Without warning, he ripped her panties down and off. He put his hands on the bed and leaned.

  “Now, pleasure yourself.” His jaw clenched and unclenched in loosely contained self-control.

  Jenna maintained eye contact as she let her hand slip down again, feeling her slick folds and then parting them. Rubbing her taut nipple with one hand, she rubbed her clit with the other, sending shooting fireworks of pleasure through her body. She gyrated her hips up, feeling and then entering herself. She moaned, going fast.

  “Jenna. Take off your top.” His gruff voice was strained. He wouldn’t last much longer. She was definitely getting laid tonight.

  She half rolled on her side and grabbed the fabric to pull it up. His searing touch hit her inner thigh, moving over her skin. All her focus went to the feel of him, making her lose track of the top-removal situation.

  She fell down in a pile, one breast freed, the oth
er stuck. One arm was sticking out but the fabric had trapped the other and was trying to strangle her at the same time. She struggled for another second, seeing Josh watching her every movement, before she gave up. Before she could ask for help again, Josh reached over her, grabbed the fabric, and heaved, ripping the material in two. Her breasts, suddenly freed, bounced before settling.

  “Take yourself all the way, Jenna. I want to watch you come. Don’t hold back, baby.”

  It was kinky, it was naughty, and it was excruciatingly hot. Her core tightened as she rubbed her clit, moaning from the delicious pleasure.

  Josh leaned over her, his eyes on fire, his hands fisted at her sides.

  “Enter yourself,” Josh said, barely loud enough for her to hear.

  She did as she was told, dipping one finger inside, and then a second. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, being vocal with it, building, rubbing and feeling, kneading and caressing herself. She felt Josh’s hands pushing her legs wider as she stroked and played, undulating up and down, thrusting her hips in the air to meet the dive of her fingers.

  “Yes, baby, oh yes,” Josh groaned, almost laying on top of her he was leaning over so far. He stroked his cock through his pants.

  “Mmm,” she said, plunging her fingers faster now. Pleasure wound tighter, bursting through her body, swelling her core. A shock of pleasure smacked into her and stole her breath, firing from within.

  “Oh,” she said, the sound drawn out, her body shuddering in delight.

  “Can you keep going?” Josh asked roughly.

  She smiled with her eyes still closed. “I’m drunk. I can go all night.”

  She felt his tongue trace up her inner thigh then lick the pleasure-inflamed area. He sucked in her sex as he ran his hands up her legs. When they got to her hips they pulled her closer, his rigid cock only inches away.

  “Take your pants off, Josh,” Jenna purred as she touched her breasts.

  Josh’s eyes met hers. He complied. By unspoken agreement, it was her turn to give the commands.

  “Now your boxers.” He wasted no time. “Shirt.” She wasn’t as eloquent as he had been. It didn’t seem to matter, though.

  “Put your mouth on me again, Josh. Don’t touch yourself, just touch me.”

  “Oooooh Jenna—” Josh groaned. It sounded like it was the biggest torture she could possibly inflict. He did it, though, sucking and licking, dipping his fingers in and bringing her to orgasm in record speed.

  “How bad do you want me?” Jenna asked with a sultry voice.

  Josh grabbed her hips and flipped her over before backing her up on her knees. She felt a hot tongue lick up her center, and then the coolness of the air. He was getting ready.

  “Rub the tip of your cock against me. Feel how wet I am.”

  She heard his hoarse breathing. He was probably cursing her for this torturous buildup. She’d orgasmed twice and he had yet to be played with. Poor guy.

  His tip pressed against her slit, moving slowly toward her opening. She pushed back before rolling her hips in a circle, just barely letting his silky tip break through into her body.

  “Jenna, I can’t—”

  “You can, Josh. Rub a little longer. Get it all slick.”

  A large hand closed on her right butt cheek, grabbing her for support, probably so he didn’t thrust too early. She moved around, just kissing the velvety tip with her glistening opening, teasing him, playing. When she’d decided it was enough, she said, “Take me.”

  He didn’t wait. He thrust into her, sinking in to the hilt. She nearly screamed with the pleasure; she would have if there weren’t other guests in this household, one of them being a parent.

  Josh banged into her, using his leverage to bear down. Wicked friction rubbed in all the right places, unfurling sensations that had her eyes fluttering.

  “Oh, Josh,” she said, rocking against him. “Oh…”

  Her core wound tighter, so sensitive. Just on the edge. Ready…

  “Oh!” Jenna convulsed with climax, shaking against him.

  “Jenna!” he cried as he released into her a heartbeat later.

  He slowed, bringing them down. He pulled her upper body against him and tenderly kissed the sensitive spot on the base of her neck.

  “Say it, Jenna,” he said tenderly, his voice thick with emotion.

  Jenna wanted to pull away. She struggled, but he wouldn’t let her go. “No.”

  “Say it, baby. You feel it. I know you feel it. Tell me.”

  “I can’t, Josh…” she begged. He was still inside her, gently moving again, his arms encircling her.

  “You can, baby. Tell me,” he whispered, kissing her softly. Lovingly.

  She gave in out of the sheer exhaustion of trying to resist. It was on the edges of her being, brimming and overflowing until her body bowed in her defeat, the words slipping even as the sensation burst forth.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  He lifted her face and gently kissed her. “Tell me again.”

  She felt a tear. “I love you.”

  He kissed her passionately, laying her back down on the bed and moving within her again.

  “That’s my girl,” he said reverently as they continued on their roller coaster, climbing again. When she’d said she could go all night, she didn’t realize he would take her seriously. She was fighting tears that were too close to the surface, she was fighting sleep, and now she was fighting this feeling that would no longer be ignored.

  Whispering to her as they climaxed together once more, Josh wrapped her up in his arms and they fell asleep.

  Josh woke up with the first light of dawn. His father had trained him from his early childhood to be up with the sun, and the military agreed with the practice. It wasn’t until now, with Jenna, that he wished he could remain asleep, her curled up like an angel in his arms.

  He squeezed her tight and looked out of the window, not wanting to leave the bed. He felt good and sexed, but thinking about her admission last night brought the stirrings of a hard-on. Jenna was so hot and fearless. He’d only seen women fondle themselves like that in porn. He realized now that in the porn they weren’t really enjoying themselves, but Jenna had been.

  His hard-on swelled further, butting against Jenna’s round and luscious ass.

  She was his, and last night she had admitted it. Too bad it was helped by tequila. He was sure she would claim that as the reason she’d told him how she felt. It meant that he had not yet won this war, but he would. With enough perseverance, she would admit it again until she finally surrendered. His claim was there, whether she admitted it now or ten years from now, and he would ride it out. One thing he had in great supply was patience.

  Except where his cock was concerned.

  It was damned irritating how often he got hard in her presence, usually because he couldn’t have her at that moment, either because other people were around, or because they were constantly playing this game of dominance. Now, before she could recant what she’d said, he thought he might just sneak in a quick screw. She hated mornings, but she loved sex.

  He hoped he wouldn’t get yelled at as he reached around her and fondled a breast. Thankfully, she said, “Mmmmmmm.”

  He licked and lightly suckled her neck, noticing a bruise from sucking too hard last night.

  What was he, seventeen?

  He reached down between her legs and rubbed all the good places that drove her wild. It was easy to know if he was doing things right or wrong with her. She’d move her body, or move his hand to the place where she liked to be touched, and she lost all semblance of control. He wondered how that fuckwit Lewis had such a hard time getting her off.

  He spread her legs and guided his erection to her opening from behind. She still wasn’t quite awake, but she was moving and sighing, moaning and straining. He slipped into the tight, wet warmth, sheathing himself completely.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Jenna heard as she
was pleasantly violated.

  “Mmmmmm,” she answered. She rocked against him, soaking in the delicious sensation, her soreness turning into pleasure. Before she was even awake, her core tightened and a moan ripped from her throat. A shock of bliss vibrated through her, the orgasm quick and delicious.

  Her eyes drifted closed again, her head pounding from last night.

  Last night!

  She bolted upright and looked down on Josh in alarm.

  She’d said she loved him! Oh crap. Not good. Not good at all. “That’s not fair. I was drinking!”

  Josh’s eyes were soft as a clever smile played across those full lips. Him looking scrumptious was not helping.

  “I figured you would say that.”

  “Did you figure that because you tricked me? You took advantage of me?”

  “It looked to me like you took advantage of yourself.”

  Jenna got a flush of embarrassment. “I didn’t see you complaining.”

  Josh’s eyes became predatory and his voice deepened. “Nor will I. Not for any part of last night, despite the torture you probably have in store for me today.” Josh got out of bed, his powerful body moving around the room, collecting clothes in a fluid motion.

  No. The way he looked definitely wasn’t helping matters.

  When all was said and done, she would still be leaving soon. She would miss him, but she would not miss the vulnerability. Not. At. All.

  “Well, I didn’t mean it.” Jenna raised her chin like a petulant child. It couldn’t be helped.

  “Yes you did.” That damned knowing smile crept up his stupid face.

  “I used to want you to smile more. I take it back.” Jenna threw her legs over the side of the bed and grabbed a robe. Erika had gone crazy with the shopping, thankfully.

  She made her way to the bathroom to the sound of Josh’s laughter.

  She showered in misery and returned to the bedroom to find him still there, sitting on the bed. He was clearly waiting for her. His eyes became heated as he looked her over, but she ignored it. She wasn’t sure what her feelings were, but she didn’t like that he’d breached the vault last night. She was scared that what she’d said was true. That would make things…difficult when, not if, when she left.