Game Changer

by Kelly Jamieson

  My hand finds hers and I curl my fingers around it.

  We watch the lights change and glow, then Molly shivers. “I’m getting cold.”

  “That’s why I brought a sleeping bag. Move off for a sec.”

  I pull back the top layer.

  She looks from the sleeping bag up to my face, then back down. Then she crawls inside. I join her, tugging up the zipper on my side.

  It’s a double sleeping bag but it’s not roomy, so her body is right next to mine. She’s still shivering. I move closer and slide an arm under her cushion. “You need to warm up.”

  “Yes,” she whispers, turning into me.

  That morning in California, we woke up like this. But now we both know exactly what we’re doing.

  We gaze up at the sky, the entire circumference of the lake ringed with shimmering blues, greens and white.

  “Don’t you wish you were taking pictures of this?” she asks softly.

  “Sort of. But it would take a lot of work. I’d need a tripod. And then…I wouldn’t be holding you.”

  I feel the change in her, the vibration, her body very still. Then she moves her head to look at me. “Jax?”

  “Yeah?” I tuck a strand of hair under her goofy-looking hood.

  “I like you holding me.”

  My body explodes with heat, every nerve ending on alert. Fire burns beneath my skin.

  “I want to kiss you, Molly.” Now I touch my fingertip to her mouth.

  Her eyes are big and shiny. I wait, giving her a chance to object. But her lips part and she whispers, “Do it.”

  A groan rumbles up from my chest. I lean in and brush my mouth over hers. Softly. Once, Twice. The third time I linger, opening my mouth on hers. She responds immediately, a small whimper in her throat. I lick over her bottom lip, then inside as I deepen the kiss. Her tongue slides against mine, tasting of red wine and sweet woman.

  God. God. We’re doing this. Fucking finally.

  In the back of my brain I know it’s a bad idea. I know the problems this could cause. But I can’t stop.

  Her hand slides to my chest, rests there, then glides up until her fingertips brush my bare neck. My entire body goes electric, humming and tingling, my dick hardening. I cup her cheek so gently,

  We move together out of pure instinct, turning into each other so we’re pressed together at our mouths, chests, groins, our legs tangling. My hands roam over her. I want to feel her everywhere so goddamn bad, but she’s wearing a lot of thick clothing. Still, I skate a hand over the indentation of her waist, the arch of her back, the curve of her ass. My hand lingers there, squeezing, pulling her tighter. She feels so fucking good against my throbbing dick, and yet not good enough.

  She whimpers and moans as our mouths suck and lick at each other, hotter, wetter, lust building inside both of us. We’re making out and petting over our clothes like teenagers, until I slide my hand up under her hoodie to feel skin, sleek and hot. I stroke up and down her back, tracing the delicate bumps of her spine, over the band of her bra, then I cup her breast.

  She reacts with a swift intake of air, but pushes greedily into my palm.

  “Damn,” I groan, giving her a small squeeze. “You are so fucking perfect.”

  She makes a small noise in her throat, her hands all over me, grabbing my shoulders, my arms, then my ass. I shift my mouth to her cheek, kiss her jaw, brush my lips over her throat, suck gently on the tender skin just above her collar bone.

  “Oh God. Jax.” Our hips are bumping together, seeking more.

  “I know.” I take her mouth again, licking inside to taste her sweetness.

  Her hips are rolling against me with need, and I know just what it is she wants. I slip my hand under the elastic band of her leggings and give one firm cheek a squeeze. She’s wearing thong underwear and it feels like she’s bare. “You want more, sweetheart?”

  “Oh yeah.” She sighs against my mouth. “I need more.”

  “This?” My fingers slip daringly between her cheeks, then lower. I brush my fingertips over the softest, plumpest flesh.

  “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  I change our position inside the sleeping bag, easing her onto her back, sliding my arm beneath her shoulders. I slink my hand into the front of her panties and cover her mound.

  “Please,” she whimpers, clutching my shoulders.

  I move my hand, grazing over her pussy, up and down, pressing with the heel of my hand, delving with my fingers. I encounter slick wetness that makes me so hard I hurt. My heart is pounding so hard it’s in my throat, and pressure coils in my balls.

  “I want to make you come,” I whisper, brushing my lips over her cheek.

  She slowly closes her eyes, then opens them, staring up at the incredible sky above us. “This is unbelievable.”

  “I know. It couldn’t be more perfect. You feel amazing, sweetheart.” I graze her clit and her entire body jolts.

  “Oh God…there.”

  “Yeah? Right here?” I circle wet fingertips over the nub.

  “Right…there.” She sighs, turns her face into mine and kisses my cheek. “Oh my God.”

  I fucking love this. I love making her tremble, making her breath hitch. I love having my fingers where she needs them most. I rub faster, her hips lifting against my hand, her breaths coming faster. Then her clit swells against my fingers, her hips lift, and she lets out a low wail.

  “Beautiful.” I touch my mouth to hers. “So fucking beautiful.”

  “Yes,” she gasps, her body quivering.

  I cup her again, feeling her pulse against my palm. Then she rolls into me and I wrap my arms around her to her hold her against me.

  She burrows against my chest. “My nose is cold.”

  I laugh softly and tap her ass. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” I feel her smile. “But I don’t really care.”

  “How often are you going to get an aurora borealis orgasm?”

  “Wow.” She lifts her head slightly to peer up at the sky. “I don’t even know what to say. Except…”

  “What?”

  “You didn’t get an aurora borealis orgasm.”

  “Uh, true. But maybe that should wait until we’re back at the cottage.”

  She bites her lip and her gaze finds mine in the darkness. “With me?”

  I sense her uncertainty. “I sure hope so.”

  Her lips tilt upward. “I can’t wait.”

  We stay a while longer, admiring the ever-changing lights as we drink the rest of the wine. When they start to fade, we pack up our stuff and load it back into the car. Everything is closed and dark as we drive along Wasagaming Drive, past the shops and gas stations and the movie theater. As I pass Columbine Street, I hammer on the brakes as I see a dark shape. I quickly pull over.

  “What are you doing?” Molly asks.

  “Look.” I point up the street. Now under one of the lights, a black bear meanders along the sidewalk.

  “Oh my God!” She claps her hands over her mouth and stares. “A bear!”

  “Yeah.” I grin.

  “Now I’m going to be terrified to get out of the car.”

  “He’s a long way from us.”

  “He could have friends.”

  I slowly start forward, turn the corner and follow the bear at a distance until he disappears into the bushes on the other side of Tawapit Drive.

  “That was pretty cool,” Molly admits.

  But when we get to the cottage, she hesitates before opening her door, scanning the yard.

  “It’s clear,” I say, amused. I lean over and cup her face in both hands, turning it toward me so I can capture her mouth again. She opens to me and I slide my tongue inside, tasting her. She makes a little noise in her throat and sets a hand on my shoulder, kissing me back. I kiss her again, and again, slow and lush and wet, and then I draw back. She gazes at me with hazy eyes and soft, pouty lips.

  Good, good. She’s forgotten about the bear.

  “Let’s go in,” I murm
ur.

  16

  Molly

  Holding my hand, Jax leads me through the dark cottage to his bedroom. He turns on the lamp, then sits me down on the end of the bed, sitting beside me. We both shift so we’re facing each other.

  Not saying a word, we study each other in the warm light. I love his face…the strong nose and jaw, thick eyebrows and sculpted lips. He lifts a hand and touches my face, then leans in to kiss me. Our mouths cling together, lift apart, then join again in slow, sexy kisses. I set one hand on his shoulder, the other on the side of his neck, and he catches my bottom lip in his teeth in a naughty bite. Then he smooths the pad of his thumb over my lip.

  One languid sensation melts into another, dissolving my spine, gathering low in my core.

  His hands slide down and around to cup my ass as we kiss over and over. I caress his neck and slide my hand into his thick hair. Then he draws away from my mouth, not far, our foreheads touching as he drops his gaze to the zipper of my hoodie. Slowly, he draws it down, lifting his eyes to meet mine again. Nose to nose, I give a tiny nod.

  He pushes it off my shoulders, leaving me in a T-shirt. He meets my eyes again as he cups one of my breasts.

  “Oh yeah,” he groans. “So perfect.”

  I’m aware that my breasts are small. Painfully aware of it after seeing pictures of Claire. But I love having them touched, especially my nipples, so I’m just going to go with it and let myself enjoy this.

  He tugs the shirt over my head and off, and I reach behind my back to unfasten my bra. Then I’m sitting next to him topless, the air in the room brushing over my nipples and tightening them even more.

  He smiles, meets my eyes and covers both breasts with his hands, gently squeezing and shaping them. I smile back at him, sensation sliding through me, flames licking over me. Then he grabs the back of my neck and brings me closer for another kiss, this one hotter, rougher.

  My hands are all over him, squeezing his big biceps, smoothing over his chest, curling around his shoulders. Still kissing me, he eases me down, my back to the mattress. I bend my legs to bring my feet up onto the bed.

  His mouth moves on mine, his hand beneath my head, his tongue sliding in and out of my mouth erotically. I’m going up in flames, my breasts full, my nipples straining and aching to be touched again, and I whimper.

  He lowers his head and kisses one nipple.

  “Oh God!” Pleasure zings through me, my body electrified.

  Opening his mouth, his tongue swirls over the stiff peak, then his lips close over it and he draws it into his mouth. Sensation swells inside me, enormous, my pussy aching and needy, every nerve ending alight.

  He slides his hand down over my belly and into my leggings like he did on the dock. He cups me there as he sucks on my nipples and I’m drifting, lost in it, lost in the bone-melting, mind-obliterating decadence. He plays there, kisses me again, then lifts me up to sitting and goes back onto his knees.

  I reach for the button and zipper of his jeans and work on those while he pulls his T-shirt off over his head and tosses it to the floor. I already know how his chest and abs look, but now I get to touch and oh my God, I am going to touch them.

  I look up from his zipper. His eyes are hot and greedy. I slowly lower the zipper and he pushes his jeans and underwear down his thick thighs. His cock juts out and I lose my breath momentarily. Then I suck in air between my teeth and reach for him. Closing my hands around his hot girth, I gently tug.

  A groan rumbles up from his chest. “Jesus,” he mumbles.

  But then he tumbles me back onto the bed. He shoves off his clothes and stretches out beside me, naked. His hand slips behind my neck again, and he kisses me, hungry and ferocious. He starts pushing at my leggings, and I use one hand to help him. Together, we get them down my thighs, and he moves to tug them over my feet along with my socks. On his knees in front of me, he slowly drags my panties down too, and I bend my knees to help. His eyes are focused on mine as if making sure that I’m with him on this. I’m so with him.

  He gently eases my thighs apart, still watching my face. My lips part. Heat flushes through me and up into my face when his gaze drops to my pussy.

  “You have a beautiful pussy.”

  I shiver, my insides jumping.

  His thumbs stroke over my outer lips then part them. He licks me, dragging the flat of his tongue over my flesh, kisses me, gently sucks, nibbles. My body is undulating, and I slip a hand over his head, through the silky strands of hair.

  He takes his time. My body is glowing, a heated core of sensation, my toes and fingertips tingling.

  He rises up, his fingers still inside me and leans over me to kiss me. Cupping his face, I taste myself on his lips and his tongue. His fingers move inside me, rubbing over super sensitive tissue, heat coiling.

  “I’m so close,” I moan.

  He slips his fingers out of me to support himself on both arms as he kisses me. His cock nudges at my entrance and I want him inside me.

  My hands gliding over his hot skin, I whisper, “Condom?”

  It’s already occurred to me that Steve and I hadn’t used protection for a long time, but he was sleeping with someone else. It pisses me off that he could have passed something on to me and I’m going to have to get tested when I’m back in Chicago. Right now I have to protect Jax.

  “Yeah. I have one.”

  He moves off me and I tease, “Just one?”

  He walks to the dresser against the wall and digs around in a toiletry bag. I get to admire the back view for a moment. Dear God—his glutes are a work of art. I’m melting into the bed, taking in his wide shoulders, muscular back and massive thighs.

  He turns and walks back, rolling on the condom, smirking. “I may have more.”

  I smile.

  He climbs back on the bed and moves over me again, capturing my mouth with his. I can’t get enough of touching him, running my hands up and down his sides, over his shoulders and arms, back up to his hair.

  He shifts his knees closer to me, his cock sliding through my slickness, rubbing over my clit. Oh God, yessss… As our mouths move together, as our tongues slide against each other, his clock glides over my pussy, tempting me, making me ache. Then he pauses, the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. He lifts his head a fraction of an inch to meet my eyes.

  I hold his gaze, encouraging him to go on, and I bend my knees, tipping my pelvis to give him the access he needs to push inside.

  “Oh yeah…so damn tight…and hot. Fuck, you feel amazing.”

  My eyes close and my head goes back as I’m filled with heaviness, a sweet, piercing pressure. I squeeze around him and that sensation alone almost makes me come. Fire twists inside me in a spiraling blaze.

  Jax’s nose rests alongside mine as he moves on me, inside me…gliding in and out in slow strokes, setting me on fire. He catches my bottom lip between his lips and pulls gently, then slides his mouth to the side of my neck where his open mouth kisses me and sucks. My breath comes faster, or maybe I stop breathing, I don’t even know because sensations tumble through me, building, twisting, tightening, burning, and I’m flying, surrounded by sparks. I’m vaguely aware of the cries that I’m shouting as I clench hard around him.

  His breath is hot against my neck, the noises he makes increasingly guttural and desperate as he drives into me, harder, deeper, then he shouts my name as he tenses. “Molly, fuck, Molly…” I feel him pulsing inside me and I tighten around him, milking him and also the last spasms of my own orgasm in delicious, shivering bliss.

  “I know we shouldn’t have done this.”

  My tone sounds more matter-of-fact than regretful.

  I’m draped over Jax’s chest in the king bed in his room the next morning. We’re both naked, and his skin is hot and smooth, but also hairy in places, which is good because it feels very masculine and I love it. I rub my foot up and down his rough calf to explore that.

  “Probably not,” he agrees in a brusque tone. “But we did.” His han
d curves over my butt and squeezes and wow, I’m ready again.

  Did we ever. After the aurora borealis orgasm, we had sex three times and I came every time. Jax made sure of that. It makes me want to kiss him. Everywhere. Again. “I don’t think I can stop.”

  After a brief pause, he says, “Me either.”

  “Can we agree, though, about what this is?”

  He closes his eyes, the corners of his mouth tightening. Then he opens them and nods. “There’s no such thing as a long-term relationship.”

  “I know. And I’m not looking for that either, anymore.”

  “So we’re on the same page.”

  “Can we agree that this will end when we go back to Chicago?”

  He swallows. “Yeah. That would be best.”

  My heart feels like a lump in my chest, but this is what I want. “Okay. While we’re here, we’re good, but this will end when we go home. And you have my word that Steve will never know about this.”

  Jax’s jaw tightens. “But I will.”

  I suck on my bottom lip. “Is that a problem? You know Steve and I aren’t together and we never will be now. And if he took Claire with him on our honeymoon, then obviously he wouldn’t care about us.”

  Jax draws in a long breath through his nose and his chest rises then falls beneath me. “You’re right.”

  “I’m sorry.” I hold his gaze. “I really, really didn’t want to cause problems for you.”

  “Oh, you caused a problem for me. A big, hard problem.” His hips lift, and I feel his erection. His eyes gleam.

  “Oh, that kind of problem I can take care of.”

  He gives a low laugh as I press my lips to his chest, then slowly kiss my way down over those sculpted abs.

  I didn’t do this last night. Not that I didn’t want to. But I’m a little self-conscious about my oral skills after that text message Steve sent Claire. Ratfucker.

  What if it’s not good for Jax? His oral skills are amazing. His fingers are as talented as his tongue. And his cock…oh my God…

  I press my lips to the tender skin of his lower belly, just above the dark curls at his groin. They’re trim and tidy and that’s freakin’ hot. I shift lower on the bed between his legs and he parts them obligingly. Then I kiss the neat hair, pausing to breathe in his musky male scent. It’s so good…