“You heard me.” His voice is unforgiving as he rubs the growing bulge in his pants.
His intentions are clear. I want to make love. He wants to fuck. It’s a slice to my heart, but I’m ashamed to say I’ll take whatever he’ll give me. Pushing up to my knees on the bed, I keep his eyes focused on me as I unbutton my pants, teasing him and drawing out my time with him as much as possible.
“Condom?” he barks.
I bite my lip and point to my desk. “Bottom drawer.” I blow out a deep breath, sinking down onto my heels. Deflated, I drop my eyes to my lap.
There’s a loud rustling as he searches the drawer, followed by a stark silence. I snap my eyes to him. He’s holding up an old doll, staring at it like it has no place in a grown woman’s room. Because it doesn’t. It’s juvenile and silly, but it’s special to me.
“Still play with dolls?” he asks, his voice soft despite mocking me.
I shoot off the bed and snatch the Bratz doll out of his hands, shoving it into the drawer instead of returning her to her normal place, perched on the corner of my desk. I grab a condom, slap it into his bare chest and shut the drawer with a loud thud.
“No.” My answer is sharp as a razor, meant to slash at him the way he’s cut me. He clasps a hand over mine, curling it around my fingers and squeezing. His gaze burns into me, begging for an explanation. The sincerity there disarms me. I suck in a quick breath, worried I may not be able to take another under his piercing eyes.
“That’s Sasha. She has sentimental value. Where I go, she goes.”
“Didn’t think you were the sentimental type, JB,” Devin croons. He cups my face in a gentle caress. He strokes a featherlight touch along my cheek with his thumb.
“I’m full of surprises, Big Man.”
He tilts his head and searches my features for something. I have no idea what, but he seems to find it. His full lips turn up into a small smile and his studious gaze turns adoring.
“You sure are.” He leans down and his mouth finds mine, devouring me with gentle but steadfast kisses. He smooths his hands over my body in reverent, worshiping touches.
I moan his name again and he rewards me with a deep groan. He drops his firm hands to my thighs and lifts me up. He wraps my legs around his trim waist and carries me back to the bed. This time he lays me down gently, not letting me go. He climbs on top, settling between my legs.
He kisses a wet trail down my neck, stalling at my chest. He slides my bra straps off my shoulders with his nimble fingers and I reach behind me to unhook it. He peels it off me, letting the delicate lace drag across my sensitive nipples. I squirm under him at the teasing sensation. He claims one nipple with his hot mouth and the other with his cool hand. Devin Bennett is hot and cold, a beautiful contradiction.
Without releasing my breasts, he slides his other hand between us and finishes unbuttoning my jeans. He eases them down my thighs, leaving me in nothing but my lace panties. He moves down my body, kissing and sucking along the way. Reaching my stomach, he dips his tongue into me, swirling it around the thick bar of my belly button piercing. Holy shit. Who knew my stomach was directly connected to my vagina? He flicks his tongue over the steel, tickling the hypersensitive skin around the piercing, and my clit pulses with need.
“Lower,” I plead. He obliges.
He hooks the side of my lace panties, slides them gingerly down my thighs and tucks them into his pocket. He rises to his knees, taking in my naked body. I drag a hand over my pert nipple and revel in the desire burning in those coal-black eyes.
“Exquisite,” he moans.
I lean forward and tug open his pants. He doesn’t move. I slide my hand into them, realizing he’s not wearing boxers at the feel of his hot, hard length filling my palm. My eyes flutter shut and I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down when he gets harder in my grip.
On a pained exhale he calls out, “Jessie.”
I love the sound of my name on his lips, raspy and pleading. I open my eyes to see his head drop back with pleasure, mouth agape and fists balling at his side. He’s hard as stone, but the big man is putty in my hands.
“Take your clothes off,” I simper.
A devilish grin tickles his beautiful mouth as he slides off the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch with rapt attention as he hooks his thumbs into his pants and slides them down to his ankles before kicking them aside. His cock stands proud, surging up to his stomach. He strokes it and I lick my lips, eager for the taste of him.
I crawl towards him and take his length down my throat without preamble. I cup his balls, rolling them under my fingers with gentle pressure.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, sliding a hand into my hair. He guides my pace, slowing me to an agonizing rhythm. His balls tighten in my hand and he’s close to coming when he pulls away from me. I whimper, amazed at his restraint, but dissatisfied not to have finished.
He pushes me onto my back before flipping me onto my stomach and lifting my hips. It’s decisive, but not rough. I’m spread out before him, waiting for him to plunge into me, when a cool breath hits my burning-hot sex. The sensation sends a shudder through my entire body. I’m still shaking when he pushes his thick tongue into me. He grabs my ass with one hand, spreading me for him while he strokes my slick folds and teases my clit with the other. The little bundle of nerves screams with joy. He rubs lazy circles with his fingertips and he fucks me with his tongue. The comforter drags across my nipples as I rock into him. A familiar tightness coils in my stomach, warning of imminent pleasure that might rip me apart. I try to pull away, the sensation too much, but Devin’s grip on me is too tight. He keeps my ass pressed against his face as he consumes me.
It starts slow, like a pot beginning to boil, the bubbles rolling over every inch of my body. I feel everything, every tiny sensation. The friction of the bed underneath me. The sheets clenched in my hands. Devin’s tongue inside me. His hot breath on my ass. His fingers stroking my clit. A slow boil, building and building, until it spills over in a raging explosion. I scream his name, delirious in complete pleasure. Every muscle in my body constricts and releases over and over until I collapse forward on the bed, exhausted beyond measure. My eyes close and I nearly pass out. My chest heaves and I pant, convinced my heart will never beat a normal rhythm again.
Devin moves up my body, caressing overstimulated skin with those delicious lips, eliciting a moan with every kiss. He reaches for the nightstand and tears open the condom wrapper. I’m filled with a selfish guilt. I’m too spent to repay the favor, but Devin doesn’t seem to mind.
He settles behind me, sliding an arm under my head and wrapping it around my shoulders. He rolls me onto my side and holds me against him. His cock presses against the back of my thigh and I pull my leg up toward me, opening myself up for him. Devin grips my hip and slides into me in a lazy stroke. He’s unhurried, like he has the rest of his life to make love to me. He kisses my temple as he slides out of me. The gentleness is what I want. What I need. I feel desired. Adored. Loved.
I shut my eyes against the tears threatening to spill over. My hand finds his at my collarbone and I intertwine our fingers, squeezing with everything I have. He squeezes back as he slides into me with heavenly ease.
He moves his hand up to my chest, holding me and kissing my neck. He’s hugging me to his chest as he makes tender love to me. Devin glides his hand between my legs and my second orgasm catches me by surprise. There is no build up, just a quick and stunning jolt of pleasure radiating through my whole body. As the release reverberates through me, his pace quickens and he comes inside me, his shaky breath in my ear.
He doesn’t pull out or away. He keeps me locked in his arms, continuing with his slow, penetrating thrusts for another few moments, like he’s not quite ready for our first time to be over. He slides out of me and rolls over long enough to take off the condom and throw it into the trash by my desk. Then he’s at my back again, pulling me into him. I fall asleep, wrapped in those tattooed arms.
Chapter Twenty-One
Devin
“Do I get to say I told you so?” Austin asks, leaning against my counter.
I don’t look at his smirking ass, keeping my eyes locked on the computer screen. “Not if you want to keep that face lookin’ so pretty,” I warn him.
He laughs and tells me anyway, making obnoxious kissing noises. I groan and focus on the shop’s schedule for the day. I didn’t say shit, but sometime in the past couple of weeks, Jessie told Elizabeth we’re together. I think Jessie’s told fucking everyone. She might as well buy a fucking billboard to announce that shit. Elizabeth told Austin, and now the prick is even more annoying than usual.
“Why are you here?” I ask when he slips around to my side of the counter.
“Waiting on Elizabeth.” He thumbs through a parts catalog with zero interest.
I snatch it out of his hands and return it to the shelf under the counter where it belongs. “Your girlfriend’s not here.”
“No shit. Jessie took her out shopping for her birthday. I’m meeting them here to grab some dinner.”
I turn to face him. “Whose birthday? Elizabeth’s or Jessie’s?”
“Tsk. Tsk. You didn’t know it’s Jessie’s birthday? You are a shit boyfriend, boyfriend!”
“How was I supposed to know? She didn’t say anything.”
“Did you ask?”
I shake my head and turn to the computer. “One serious relationship and you’re an expert now?”
“I’m a quick study when it matters.” He’s an idiot. But he’s also right.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone who matters to me as much as JB does. It hasn’t escaped my notice that JB could also stand for Jessica Bennett. It’s crazy to think like that, like maybe someday she’ll be my wife, but I can’t help it. It’s how I am. If I’ve got something good going, I look for a way to make it permanent. Keep it. And this thing with Jessie isn’t good, it’s fucking amazing. Even the thought of that bright smile and sunshine hair makes me grin like an idiot.
“What time are they supposed to come by?”
“Jessie didn’t say?”
I let out an irritated sigh. “I don’t keep tabs on her. She drops by whenever she wants.”
I glare at him until he answers. “About six.”
I pull out my phone and check the time. Five past four. I’ve got less than two hours to figure out the perfect gift for her.
“Sean!” I shout into the bays.
He pops over with a “What’s up, Boss?”
“Watch the counter. I’ll be back before six.”
“Got it.” He gives me a thumbs up and slides behind the counter.
“I can watch it for you,” Austin offers.
I snatch my keys off my desk in the back and crook a finger at him. “You’re coming with me, Dr. Strangelove.”
He shakes his head in disappointment. “You’re using that reference wrong.”
“What reference?” I ask.
“Dr. Strangelove. The movie?”
Ever since Elizabeth, he’s not only a relationship expert, but an old movie critic too.
“You’ve never seen it?” he asks, shocked. I shake my head. “Man, it’s hilarious. We shou—”
“Later,” I cut him off. “We’ve got a job to do now.”
“Yes, boss!” he jeers, following me out of the shop with a mocking militant stomping of his feet.
After he watched the shop for me, I let Sean go. I’ve closed everything up, rolled down the big bay doors and cleaned up everything except the car I’m working on. I’m the last one in the shop, except Austin, who’s still waiting on Elizabeth. He’s a pain in the ass, but I’m glad he was around to help me out today. He let me eliminate a dozen gift ideas, like every suggestion he had. The top of his list? A vibrator. What the actual fuck?
Granted, I had a few shit ideas myself. Top of my list? Sweatpants. Girls like being comfortable. Made sense at the time. Austin vetoed that one pretty quick.
I’m nearly done changing an alternator with Austin pretending to help when he shoots up and dashes off. He hits Elizabeth like a love-seeking missile, wrapping her in a bear hug and swinging the tiny woman around like a crazed lunatic. Elizabeth’s giggles make me think it’s a regular occurrence.
I wipe off my hands with the rag in my pocket and watch Jessie stroll up to me with those irresistible legs. She slips her arms around my neck and places a kiss on my cheek.
“Hey there, Big Man,” she simpers.
I take a deep breath, the smell of her overtaking me. The shop smell fades to the soft scent of cookies, sweet and delicious. I tuck the rag back in my pocket before cupping her face in my hands and kissing the ever-loving shit out of her. I’m starving for this woman.
“Hey there, JB.” I place a quick kiss on the tip of her perfect nose.
“We’re out,” Austin calls to us as he guides Elizabeth out to the parking lot. She gives us a quick wave, tucked into Austin’s side. “Happy birthday, Jessie.”
“Thanks.”
I frown at the reminder that Austin and Elizabeth both know shit about my girlfriend I don’t. I turn away from her and return to work. She leans against the grill and stares down at me.
“Well?” she asks.
“Well what?” I call from under the hood.
“Well, are you going to wish me happy birthday?” She slaps me on the ass and I have to bite back a laugh.
“Might. If you’d bothered to tell me it was your birthday.” I let my annoyance seep through.
I reach for a crescent wrench, but she snatches it before I can. I straighten up and grab for it, but she slides it behind her as quick as can be.
“Jessie…” I growl.
“Devin…” she cajoles. “Talk to me.”
I shift her hips and pin her against the car. Her eyes dance with lust. She likes it when I’m handsy. I glare down at her, my grip on her tight and possessive.
“You’re mad at me!” She’s more surprised than angry. She rests her hand on the familiar spot on my chest. “On my birthday?”
I let out a sharp breath. “Which I had to find out from Austin instead of my girlfriend.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
“You could’ve asked.”
“I shouldn’t have to ask. If something is going on with my girlfriend, she should tell me.”
Her head lists to the side. “I wasn’t trying to keep a secret. I just didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
I grunt an acknowledgement. I get downplaying it, but she still should’ve told me. “You told Elizabeth.”
“No. I didn’t. She was there when my crazy family conference called to sing me happy birthday. The full extended version with Jamie screeching ‘and many more’ over and over until Mom told him to hush.”
My glare eases as a grin breaks through my irritation. I nod and give her a soft kiss, accepting the proffered excuse.
“I’m an open book.” She throws her arms wide. “Want to know something, Big Man? Just ask.”
I peer down at her. “What do you want for your birthday?”
“To hear you call me your girlfriend over and over again.” She winks at me. I shake my head, my grin giving way to a full-on smile.
I pull her forward, slam the hood of the car shut and set her down on top of it. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I pull her to the edge and step between her thighs. I brush her golden hair off her shoulder with my other hand, trailing my nose along her neck.
“Is that all you want, girlfriend?” I ask on a breathy exhale.
Jessie wraps her arms around my neck, slipping her fingers into my hair.
“That’s not all I want.” She pulls back and kisses me, dancing her tempting lips over mine.
With her real present burning a hole in my pocket, it’s my turn to pull away. She lets out an annoyed moan in disapproval of my breaking the kiss.
“I got you something,” I stammer, ner
vous as fuck that she isn’t going to like it.
She leans away, her hazel eyes going wide and her mouth falling open. “You got me a birthday present?”
“Nothing special.”
“Can I have it?”
“Now?” I look around the grungy garage.
She grabs my shirt collar, pulling me down to her until our foreheads are touching. “Give it to me, Big Man,” she croons.
My grip on her thighs tightens, digging my fingers into her soft skin with need. I cup her face with my left hand, kissing her hard while I grab the velvet box out of my pocket with my right. She blinks, shaking off the lust-filled haze, before her eyes focus on the little box I’m holding between us.
“Devin…” she whispers, tracing the outline of the box in my palm. She cracks it and silence falls on us like a guillotine. Her face is blank, and she’s caressing the gold pendant with her delicate fingers.
I swallow the boulder lodged in my throat. “You lost your necklace a couple of weeks ago.” I explain, feeling stupid.
“It’s a hummingbird.”
“Your mom called you a hummingbird. At dinner. Because you never sit still.”
She stares at the pendant, silent as the grave. I should’ve gone with the damn sweatpants.
“If you hate it—”
“Shut up,” she commands. She grabs my shirt, dragging me down and crushing her lips against mine. Her voice cracks. “I love it.”
She snags the pendant and clasps it around her neck in one quick motion.
“How does it look?” she asks, centering the pendant on the chain.
I nod.
“It’s perfect,” she answers her own question. “You’re perfect.” She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me down onto the hood with her.
She slips her hands under my shirt, lifting it up and off, before she throws it away without a care. She repeats the same with her own shirt, her bra following behind it. Cupping her breasts, I bend forward to flick her perky nipples with my tongue. She arches her back into me.
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