Over Easy: (Santa Lena Sizzles, #1)

by Jessa York

  “Yeah, I’ll go find your shorts,” I said.

  “My shorts?” he asked.

  “I sort of borrowed a pair when I was at your place.” I glanced to the floor, hoping he would let me off the hook.

  “And my shirt, I see,” he said with an eyebrow raised. “Anything else I should know about?”

  “Flip flops, maybe?”

  His body started shaking. “What I wouldn’t give to see you sneaking out of my place wearing that ensemble.”

  “Whatever,” I said, then led him down the hall.

  When we got to the bathroom door, he pulled me to him and whispered into my ear, “I wish you were coming in here with me, sweetheart.” Then he kissed my cheek and closed the door. His words ignited a fire inside of me, the likes of which I’d never known.

  Onward and upward. I located his shorts and quickly threw them into the bathroom, trying not to think of his hot, wet, naked, soapy body in my shower. Oh my God. Naked Jack. In my shower.

  I assembled the leftovers from Roza’s and reheated them—I could be trusted with a microwave. When Jack swaggered down the hall, I nearly swallowed my tongue. He was only wearing shorts, his muscular chest on display.

  “You only gave me my shorts,” he said, hands on his hips, looking down at me with a straight face.

  “Umm, yeah? Do you want your flip flops?” I asked, confused at his line of questioning.

  “I want my shirt,” he said, his eyes aimed at my chest. I backed up until I hit the cupboard.

  “But I’m wearing your shirt.”

  “I see that. How about you give it back? You’re technically wearing stolen property,” he said, then nodded to my shirt. His shirt. Whatever.

  “Not stolen, just borrowed. There’s a difference,” I said, pulling the hem of my kidnapped shirt down to cover my legs, suddenly feeling exposed with nowhere to go.

  He stepped closer. “I’m done with you borrowing it. So give it back.”

  “You’ll have to catch me first.” I dared.

  His responding smile and naked torso already had my panties wet. And he hadn’t even touched me.

  As soon as he was almost within arm’s reach, I ducked around him and into the living room, giggling like a teenager.

  “Oh, it’s going to be like that, is it?” he said and pivoted around the island. He chased me into a corner, which wasn’t all that difficult considering my place was the size of a glorified postage stamp.

  “Give it up.” He laughed, arms stretched out, ready to grab me.

  Out of breath, I answered, “But I like this shirt. It’s comfy and soft.” I pulled the neck up and sniffed it. “And best of all, it smells like you.”

  “You can sweet talk all you want, but it’s not going to save your ass,” he said and chuckled. He had me blocked, and he knew it. We both knew it. We both also knew I had no desire whatsoever in saving my ass.

  I tried my best to dodge past him, but I was no contest for his long, powerful arms. He scooped me up over his shoulder and I screamed so loud I worried I was going to wake the neighbors.

  “Hush.” He laughed and lightly smacked my almost bare behind. My shirt had fallen forward in the kerfuffle. He plunked me down onto the couch as gently as he could, then lowered himself on me, still shaking with laughter. “Baby, that’s the most I’ve laughed in a very long time. Thank you, I needed that,” he said with happy-sad eyes. Happy because it felt good to laugh and sad because he hadn’t done it in so long.

  “Me, too. But you’re still not getting the shirt back.” I giggled again as he tried to wrestle me for it.

  “I disagree. I’m fairly confident you’ll return it. Soon.” The wrestling turned into another make-out session to beat all make-out sessions. His lips were bruising, and his manhood felt glorious, grinding against my nearly naked core.

  I couldn’t stand the ache anymore, so I began pulling up my shirt, getting tangled in the process. Jack leaned back, his body shaking with laughter. “A little help here?” I mumbled, still caught up in the material.

  “Gladly,” he said and tugged me free. “You are so fucking beautiful.” His eyes roamed over my naked chest. Then he lowered himself back down and kissed me again. Slowly, he licked down my neck to the hollow on my throat and finally down to my breasts. Warmth spread through me, and heat pooled between my legs.

  “Ah, oh yeah,” I whispered as he took one of my nipples into his mouth and ran his thumb over my other breast. Heaven. His hand traveled down my stomach and inside my panties where he stroked me into oblivion.

  “You’re so wet for me. Fuck.” Gently, he glided a finger through my wetness, driving me even more to the brink. My hips ground down on his hand, searching for any relief possible.

  When his finger entered me, I sighed deeply, spread my legs even further, and continued to move with his hand. “I want you,” I murmured as he persisted in his punishing tease. “Now, I need you. Please.” I rolled my head from side to side, unable to control my movements. Moving my hand down his stomach, his muscles contracted as I slid my hand into his shorts in search of his cock. I inhaled deeply when I found it. Brazenly, I held onto his hard cock and stroked its velvety smoothness. “I want you. Please, Jack.” My words begged him and urged him to finish what he started.

  He groaned loudly and sat up, roughly dragging my panties down my legs before removing his shorts. Next, he fumbled with his wallet from his coat, which was conveniently on the couch, and took out a condom. I could not believe this was actually happening. I was so ready for him. I widened my legs even more. Not sure why I said it, but I did. “I thought sex was off the table?” My lips curved up into a seductive grin.

  Jack glared down at me and said in a gruff, strained voice, “I’m putting it back on the table.” Then he covered me again with his body.

  Jack tensed for a minute but kissed my neck again like he was doing before and placed his big, warm hand on my breast. He aimed his other hand back to my core and began rubbing again, his finger dipping inside.

  I gasped at the unexpected intrusion while he quickly added a second finger. “Oh, that’s good. Yeah, Jack.” Next, he started moving his fingers in and out of me, and that felt even better.

  “I can’t wait anymore. You’re driving me fucking crazy. I need to be inside you,” he said and positioned at my core. This was it. Tightly, I held my eyes shut and waited.

  “Harper, open your beautiful eyes, sweetheart. I need to see you,” he said in a rough voice. I opened my eyes and saw the most handsome man I’d ever met. His gorgeous deep brown eyes smiled down at me. He leaned down and whispered against my lips, “I’ll go slow. And gentle. I promise. Stay with me and tell me if you don’t like something and I’ll stop. I want to make love to you so much, baby. Will you let me do that?” he asked and reached over to grasp my hand and entwine our fingers.

  That gesture alone was so sweet, it melted any cold that was left in me. “I want that, too, Jack. So much,” I said, then lifted my head to kiss him.

  He slid inside.

  I moaned as he filled me completely. “You okay? Are you fine with this?” the sweetest, most caring man alive asked me. He held his body so taut, I could feel the potential power he held. My heart knew this man would never hurt me. In fact, he would maul anyone who tried.

  Eyes filled with tears—but the good kind, I said, “I’m so fucking far from fine, it’s not even funny.” I blinked away the wetness and started moving my hips, encouraging him. He slid out, then back in slowly. “Faster,” I said into his ear. Lovingly, he bit my shoulder, then kissed it. Without notice, he reared back and thrust into me at a quicker pace.

  My hands explored his heated flesh. I could tell it encouraged his efforts, and that was fine by me. This man took control of me—body, mind, and soul.

  After a few minutes, he rolled so I was on top, but we didn’t lose our connection. “You good?” he asked again, using his hands to move the hair back from my face.

  I smiled and rubbed my hands o
n his chest, feeling the wiry hairs and hard grooves. “Yeah, I’m good.” Then I started to move because I had to. There was no choice. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a lot of experience being on top, but Jack grasped my hips and moved me up and down on his hard shaft, building something wonderful. It was clear from everything he did, every movement he made, each breath he took that he wasn’t in this for himself. Everywhere Jack went, he made damn sure I followed.

  My breasts grazed his chest as I leaned forward, providing just the right amount of friction to push me over the edge. Oh God, it was actually going to happen. Heat curled down my spine, and my heart stopped. “Oh God, I’m going to come,” I said, no one more surprised than me. Instinctively, my fingernails dug into his chest. “Jack, oh, Jack,” I repeated his name over and over again in awe of what he just accomplished. I clenched hard around his manhood and threw my head back as I rode out the most magnificent orgasm I’d ever had.

  Without warning, he flipped us again and took my mouth with his. “Harper, that was by far the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said as he held my face in his hands. Then he started thrusting and gazed deep into my eyes. I wrapped my legs around his waist to get closer. I just couldn’t get near enough to this man.

  That forced him up farther on his knees for better traction. “You’re so deep inside me,” I said, loving how full I felt. I think he liked it, too, because he brought his hand down between us and gently rubbed my sensitive bud. Immediately, I started feeling it build again, but it felt like it was too much, like I was going to burst. “No, I can’t, not again...I can’t,” I mumbled incoherently. My head dug into the pillow. I’d never orgasmed with a man before, and now he wanted me to come twice for him?

  That’s when Jack grabbed both of my wrists and held them with his hands above my head. He fucked me harder and said, “Yes, baby, give it to me again.” And that did it. I gave in because hearing Jack talk dirty was incredible, and he made me feel safe enough to let go. A few minutes later, he thrust into me one last time and groaned loudly, still holding both of my hands. “Harper, oh fuck, baby.”

  Slowly, he glided in and out of me for a while before leaving me to dispose of the condom. When he came back, I was just lying there in the dark, wondering what was going to happen next. Would he leave now that he got what he wanted? Was he finished with me?

  When Jack came back, he lifted my lifeless body into his arms and carried me to my bedroom. He slid into bed and arranged me so my head was on his chest. I slung my thigh over his and played with his chest hair. “What are you thinking? I can’t tell if you’re happy we did that or not,” he said, rubbing his fingers up and down my back and into my hair. It was so relaxing.

  “I feel like this place right here should have my name on it.” I squeezed him and ran my finger down the side of his chest, outlining where I lay on him. “It’s like it was made for me. I fit perfectly. And I loved what we just did, Jack.” I lifted my head so he could see the truth on my face. “Very much. Thank you for persisting. It was incredible. You were incredible,” I said and leaned over to kiss his chest.

  He sighed and hugged me tighter. “Oh, thank God. Watching you come was life-changing. You are so beautiful,” he said and kissed the top of my head. “You surprised me in more ways than one. I had no idea you’d be such a dirty talker,” he said, and I could feel his body shake against mine.

  “Me? I don’t think so, Jack McCallister. You are the dirty talker, sir,” I told him, my eyes narrowing on his.

  “Sir? That’ll work. You’ve got quite the mouth on you.” He chuckled again and ran his fingers through my hair. It was making me sleepy. Well, that and the back-to-back orgasms. I yawned, and he squeezed me. “Let’s try to get some sleep.”

  Being held. Feeling safe. I couldn’t argue with that, and soon I drifted off.

  Jack

  Well, the whole, “Let’s go slow,” “I’m taking sex off the table” thing worked out well. For twenty-seven and a half hours. Good God, I couldn’t even keep it in my pants for two days.

  In my defense, seeing that leggy blonde in my shirt did things to my head. And my cock. Fuck. The hottest part about that woman was the fact she had no clue how gorgeous she was. That stupid ass of an ex-husband probably played a part in that somehow.

  My mind raced, but my body barely had the energy to circulate blood. I was dead tired, yet wide-awake. The reasons for waiting to begin a physical relationship with Harper were still there, even though it was too late now. Too late to do the right thing. Too late to be honest with her so she didn’t bolt when she found out the truth.

  Far too late to show her that all men weren’t lying bastards.

  I really screwed this up. Royally.

  21

  Harper

  The bed felt like it was falling, and I startled awake. Jack sat on the edge, wearing his suit from yesterday. He was holding a big cup, and if it contained coffee for me, I vowed to be his love slave for all of eternity.

  “Morning, baby.” He kissed me. “Coffee?” He held out the steaming hot cup of love.

  “Oh wow.” I scooted up in bed and grabbed it from him. My body protested in delicious places, but I ignored the aches of the long-forgotten muscles. “Ah, it’s perfect. Just how I like it,” I said, then took another sip and noticed again that he was wearing his suit. Dammit. “You have to go now?” I frowned and nodded at his clothes.

  “Yeah, if I want to eat, shower, and change my clothes,” he said, looking forlorn.

  I looked at him over the top of my mug. “And if you don’t want to do all of those things?” My eyebrow lifted in question.

  He smiled so broadly I thought his face might crack. “Then I could stay here, with you in bed,” he said as he watched his fingers travel up and down my arm.

  “Hmm, I’ve heard successful people rarely change their clothes. Or eat,” I teased, hoping he’d give in and crawl back into bed with me.

  “Is that so?” He tilted his head and leaned on his hand, trapping my legs.

  “Totally. In fact, I’ve heard it’s good luck not to do any of those things before a big meeting.” I put my coffee on the bedside table, letting the sheet fall to my waist on purpose.

  Unable to take his eyes off my breasts, he said, “You are a very, very bad girl.” Then he kissed me breathless as his hand found my breast. His thumb caressed my beaded nipple, and I whimpered into his mouth.

  “You’ll stay?” I asked as he pulled his jacket off and dumped it onto the floor.

  “I’ll stay, be late, and probably lose whatever business cred I had. But who the fuck cares when I’ve got a temptress like you in bed? I’d have to be nuts to leave.” He stood and unbuttoned his shirt in record time and dropped his pants.

  Every irresistible inch of him was ready—that was obvious. And I was more than ready as I watched him throw the blankets off and lie between my legs.

  “Are you okay after last night?” he asked, concerned that I was tender.

  “I guess we’ll see, but I feel fantastic right now.” I grinned up at him, telling him with my eyes that I was fine.

  “If something’s not fine, you’ll let me know?” He searched my eyes, worry etched on his face.

  “Jack?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Stop talking,” I told him and pulled his shoulders down so he covered me skin to skin.

  He stopped talking and started doing other stuff.

  And I was so far from fine, it wasn’t funny.

  22

  Harper

  Vivienne arrived late to work. I knew she had early meetings, and that wasn’t unusual. What was surprising was her mood when she strutted in wearing the cutest pin-striped pantsuit along with a look like she was a cat and the canary was long gone.

  “Don’t you look suspicious today,” I said as she gave me the once-over. For some reason, I didn’t think it was my outfit she was looking at.

  “Oh, I’m not the only suspicious looking thing around here today.
Or at my meeting for that matter.” Her heels clicked questioningly on the floor as she marched to my desk, arms crossed. “Any idea why Jack showed up late to the big meeting?” Her eyebrows raised so high I wasn’t sure they would ever come down. “And Harper, he’s never late.” She shook her head. “He’s always obsessively early. Oh, oh, oh,” she slapped her hands on my desk and leaned in, “and not only was he late, but he was also wearing yesterday’s wrinkled clothes and a big smile. Hmm?” she questioned me, and I blushed.

  “That was only like, ninety-nine percent my fault.” I flashed her my best naughty-girl smile.

  “You dawg! Landing the Jack McCallister. I can hear women’s hearts all over the city breaking.” She stomped around my desk, smiling, eyes glistening. “Come here, I’m so happy for you. Finally.” I stood up, and she gave me a hug so huge I could hardly breathe. Not sure if it was customary to hug your friend after she got laid, but I enjoyed the sentiment.

  “Thanks, honey. I’m so happy for me, too. Finally,” I said as I stood there, getting all the air squeezed out of me.

  She let me go physically, but Vivienne was focused on getting the goods. I knew her well, and she wouldn’t be satisfied until she had every piece of information.

  “So? How was it?” she whispered, as if we were in a room full of people, instead of just the two of us.

  “Vivienne, that man is amazing. And beautiful. And hot. And sweet.” I looked off into space, feeling a bit tingly as I remembered some of the things we did.

  “You’re going to have to expand on that a bit for me,” she said, her tone full of sarcasm.

  We sat, and I gave her the office-friendly version of what happened, but I didn’t tell her everything. Some things were just meant to share between two lovers.

  After I was done, Vivienne fake fanned herself. “Good goodness, I’m glad I was sitting for that. Damn, that man is hot. I knew he would be. Does he have a brother? A cousin?”