She could have answered him. It was a simple yes or no question. But instead of speaking, she pressed both palms against his chest and pushed.
He grabbed the edge of the table to keep from falling off and grunted in surprise, but grinned as she climbed onto his lap and straddled him.
This is crazy. What the hell are we doing?
It had been two years since their first kiss—their only kiss. What business did she have being on his lap?
“I want you.” It was hard to recognize her own voice with how hard her heart was beating. And then he was touching her. His fingers slid over the sensitive flesh of her thighs and she pressed her hips into his, needing to feel the friction of his body as the ache between her legs grew alarmingly strong. “I want you so bad.”
What the hell are you saying? You can’t want him! He doesn’t want you!
Somewhere in the back of her lust-hazed mind, she knew it was true. But she couldn’t stop herself. He’d opened up Pandora’s box of sexy times and there was no going back now.
This was a leap of faith she hadn’t known she’d be taking today.
His mouth found hers again and he kissed her passionately, all but devouring her tongue as he grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing into her thigh and it made her purr like an animal in heat.
“I want you, too,” he murmured, suckling at her bottom lip. “You have no idea how much I want you, Aggie.”
“Don’t tell me I don’t, because I do.” Whining softly from the nip to her lip, she reached between their bodies and allowed her fingers to ghost over the outline of his length. It strained against the fabric of his pants and she suddenly wished she’d made him strip down completely before getting on the table.
Maybe next time.
“Fuck, Aggie.”
Lifting her eyes to his, she could see how much he enjoyed her small touches, but she wanted more.
She needed more.
With her heart racing a hundred miles an hour, she carefully pulled away from him but kept her hand right where she wanted it to be. Their gazes locked and she hoped he could see the hunger she currently felt.
He was the only person in the world who could satisfy her craving.
He had always been the only person.
“Can you make it to my bed?”
“Can I?” He scoffed. “Are you kidding me?”
His quick movement was not expected, so when he scooped her up in his arms, she released a yelp of surprise. Hadn’t he been moping and limping about like a helpless baby just a few minutes ago?
“I can make it anywhere you want me to right now,” he said softly, gazing down at her. “So if your bed is where you want me, I’m already there.”
“Yes.” Nodding quickly, she licked her lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. “Yes, please.”
Chapter 5
Jeb
What the fuck am I doing right now?
It was a reasonable thought to have, really.
But it was also hard to concentrate on his thoughts while his face was buried between the legs of a goddess and those sweet, sweet moans were sending him deeper into a lust-induced trance.
Why was he questioning it?
“Please, Jeb,” she pleaded, pulling on his hair. “Right there. Please.”
Softening his tongue, he traced over her clit with skilled strokes, taking pleasure in each jerk of her hips as she neared her orgasm.
Never had he imagined things getting to this point with her, but God Almighty, he was grateful for it as the taste of her sex seeped into his very soul. She was delicious, and he wanted every last drop.
“Almost,” she whispered, gasping.
She wasn’t very loud, at least not like other girls he had been with, but she definitely had no difficultly letting him know what she wanted; what felt good. Her fingers curled into his hair, nails scraping at his scalp, as she tugged his face closer. Feeling her tremble against his mouth, he readied himself for her release.
“Yes, yes!” She cried, arching off the bed. Her hips bucked against him in a frenzy and he did his best to keep his tongue pressed against her. “Oh, gods! Jeb, baby. Yes!”
Baby? He could get used to that.
Lifting his head as her grip on his hair relaxed, he met her gaze and grinned. His lips were tingling from the feast he’d just had, and he wondered if it was time for dessert yet.
“That was...so good.” Lifting herself up on her elbows, she peered down at him with a shy, gorgeous smile. “I never pegged you for the type of guy who enjoyed doing that.”
“What kind of guy did you peg me for?” His lips touched the inside of her knee and she giggled—a sound he absolutely loved.
“I don’t know. A good one, sure, but I just never thought you would do something like that.”
“And what else do you think I won’t do?” His fingertips brushed over the wetness of her entrance and she sucked in a quick breath, her eyes locking with his again.
“I...I don’t know.”
Slowly pushing a finger inside her, he quietly groaned from how tight she felt and swallowed hard. “Would you like to find out?”
Her eyes closed and she fell back against her pillow again. Nodding quickly, she whispered, “Yes.”
Though he had only been with a handful of women in his lifetime, he didn’t by any means claim to know everything when it came to being with them. But, what he did know, without a doubt, was he would always put their needs before his own. That’s what a man was supposed to do.
And this girl, this amazing, beautiful girl, surpassed everyone on his list of priorities. She had wormed her way in long ago, and now, finally, he could show her what he was capable of.
Whether it involved giving her pleasure for hours on end, or simply making her happy with the small things in life, he’d do it for her.
He’d do anything she asked of him.
His pace was slow and gentle at first, sliding his finger in and out of her tightness. He kept his eyes on her, watching her expression for any sign of discomfort. When no such expression came, he added a second finger.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered, causing him to freeze.
“Is this okay?” He didn’t want to hurt her.
“Are you kidding me? It’s beyond okay. Don’t stop.”
So he didn’t. Continuing his ministrations, he began thrusting his fingers a little faster, a little deeper, and felt a sense of pride overcome him when she started moaning again.
“Oh f-f...”
From past experience, anytime the ‘f-word’ was about to be said, it was a good thing.
And it only encouraged him to keep going.
He crawled up to her on his knees and placed his free hand upon her lower stomach, just above her pelvic bone. His eyes never left hers as he pushed his fingers deeper, rubbing his fingertips against her sweet spot.
She released a strangled whine and he knew he had her right where he wanted her.
“Do you want me to make you come again?” He asked, his voice deep and husky.
“Yes,” she replied, biting her lip. “Yes, please. Holy shit—that feels so good, Jeb. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby.” Giving her a small smile, he curled his fingers inside her and watched her unravel.
“Oh shit!”
Bingo.
It wasn’t something he’d ever tell her, or anyone else, but what he was doing to her was something he’d learned from a crazy ex-girlfriend he’d rather not name. It was supposed to be a talent so few possessed, but he didn’t really know if that was true.
“Jeb...” Her voice trailed off in another moan as her nails bit into his arm. The sweet sting of her scratches only drove him further and he quickened his pace.
Her legs fell open around the same time her mouth did, and her eyes shut as she cried out. Her voice bounced off the walls as the sound of her orgasm reached his ears. Her juices drenched his hand and
he knew he’d achieved his goal...but he wasn’t finished yet.
“Jeb, please...Oh my god...” She lay beneath him panting, gasping for air, and her body all but went into convulsions as he withdrew his fingers. Lifting them into the air, he watched her juices glisten on his fingertips.
It was such a gorgeous sight.
“What...the hell...was that?” She questioned, sucking in breath after breath. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she ran her fingers through her hair, attempting to collect herself. “Holy shit.”
Holy shit was right. Watching her come like that had to be the best thing he’d ever seen in his life.
And he wanted to do it again.
“What are you doing?” Her voice squeaked as he reached between her legs again.
“I’m...doing a replay?”
“Oh, no you’re not.” Her legs closed around his wrist and damn it, he couldn’t pull away. Glaring at him, she smiled. “It’s my turn.”
“Y-your turn?”
She leapt at him—literally leapt at him—and tackled him against the bed. He was grateful she had a king-sized bed or else they would have both ended up on the floor, and their fun would have ceased in a hurry. Tiny she may have been, but she was definitely stronger than he’d originally thought.
...It was hot.
“You heard me, Jeb. It’s my turn,” she repeated, running her hands down his stomach. “You make me feel good, I make you feel good; That’s how it works.”
“Aggie, I wasn’t doing that to—”
Her index finger landed against his lips, silencing him.
“Nuh huh. Hush talking.”
He did as he was told, and watched as she began removing his pants. She was eager and precise in her actions, but she was also careful. Taking extra special care when she came to his injured foot, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Aggie, you—”
“Jebson,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “Just lie back and enjoy this, okay? I want to do this. So let me, all right?”
Swallowing hard, he nodded.
After his pants and underwear joined her clothes on the floor, she settled between his legs on her stomach and let those talented fingers of hers work their magic.
She started with his thighs, massaging and kneading them. He groaned in approval, but said nothing in fear of being scolded again. It was an entirely new side of her he’d never seen before—he was digging it.
But even as much as he enjoyed her hands, he quickly discovered he enjoyed her mouth more. She didn’t give him any notice when she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and the silky heat of her tongue slid over the underside, all the way to the top.
“Oh, fuck...”
He realized that wasn’t a very intelligible word, nor did he say it in such a way, but his brain instantly shut down. There would be no forming of coherent sentences when it came to blowjobs, and Jesus fuck-all-mighty, he’d be lucky if he ever made sense again after she was done with him.
“You’re big,” she said softly, her tongue circling around the tip of him. “I did peg you for that kind of guy.”
Releasing a small snicker, he rolled his eyes and reached down to touch the side of her face.
He wasn’t going to deny that part. He’d always known he was blessed in that department—even his family doctor had said so when he was in his early teens.
But size didn’t matter if he didn’t know how to use it. Thankfully, however, he did.
Aggie sucked him between her lips, then, and it was all he could do to keep from exploding. Nothing had ever felt so good—he was sure of it.
“God...dang it,” he groaned, lifting his head to stare down at her. Her cheeks were hollowed out with suction, her sparkling eyes remaining on his, and all he wanted to do was fuck her mouth.
Patience, grasshopper, he thought, fisting the sheets with his free hand. You’ve not even had the chance to be inside her yet.
And he seriously doubted he’d get that chance at the moment. She was sucking and slurping at him like a lollipop at the town fair and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Aggie...Oh, Aggie, I...”
The room became too hot and he swore he was on the brink of blacking out as she swallowed him whole. That wasn’t an easy feat—no woman had done it before. He wasn’t even sure how to process it as her head began bobbing up and down. Strange noises ripped from his throat as he tangled his fingers into her hair and kept his hips firmly in place. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her to gag by thrusting his monster cock down her throat like that.
“Fuck! Aggie. Aggie, I’m gonna...”
He couldn’t even finish the sentence. There was no way in hell he could speak when she was moaning like that, sending vibrations all the way through his body. The best he could do at the moment was hold on for dear life and pray she’d pull away before it was too late.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned breathlessly. “Baby, I’m gonna come. You n-need to move.”
But she didn’t. In fact, she seemed pretty damn determined to stay right where she was.
And he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Releasing a noise that was nothing short of animalistic, he emptied himself in her mouth. The world ceased to exist and he was pretty sure his soul detached from his body as she swallowed every last ever-lovin’ drop he had to offer.
She caressed his hip with gentle touches as she milked him dry, releasing soft mewls of pleasure—as if sucking him off was the best thing in the world.
It’s the best thing in the world to me.
Finishing him off with a sweet kiss to the head of his softening length, she slowly crawled up to his side and curled up, resting her head against his chest. He wondered if she could hear how fast his heart was pounding, and if she was proud of herself for reducing him to a puddle of mush.
“That was amazing, Aggie,” he said after a few moments. “No one’s ever took every inch like that.”
“Never?” She sounded surprised.
“Never. You’re the first.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and grinned. “Dare I ask where you learned to do that?”
“No.” Her response was cold. He hadn’t expected that.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“You didn’t.” Rolling away from him, she leaned over the edge of the bed to gather their clothes. “We should get dressed. Lydia and Callum will be back soon.”
As she pulled her shirt on, he couldn’t help but wonder what caused the sudden change in her demeanor. Was it his question, or what had just happened between them?
Did she regret it? Did she regret him?
God, he hoped not. She had the power to destroy him and she didn’t even know it.
—————
Ags
What had she done?
Staring at her reflection through the bathroom mirror, she tried to keep her breathing as calm as possible, replaying those wonderful, amazing moments she’d shared with Jeb only hours before.
Water dripped from her chin as it quivered and her knuckles turned white as they gripped the towel covering her wet body. She thought a shower would help clear her mind enough to process what had happened.
She was wrong.
The hot water had helped nothing. No clarity came to her while she washed her hair, nor had a logical reason to avoid him for the entirety of her stay at Lydia’s home.
She should have felt guilty for what happened, right? She should have hated herself for cheating on Noah with Jeb.
But no such hate or guilt came. All she felt was pure happiness from the knowledge of knowing he was still attracted to her, at least on some level.
People don’t mess around with people if they’re not attracted to them, right?
Ha! She was a fool for thinking that and she knew it. That sort of thing happened all the time, and she had experience with it.
“Dare I ask where you learned that?” He’d asked.
; There was an answer, but she was too ashamed to tell him. That was a part of her life, not even Lydia knew about and she wanted to keep it that way.
What would they think of her if they knew the truth?
I’ll never tell anyone about that. They can never know.
Like most people, she had a past filled with regrets and mistakes—none of which she could take back. Her past liked to haunt her from time to time, but never had she felt the heated breath of her demons so strongly, so vividly, until Jeb asked that damn question.
If I could go back and do it all over again, things would be different.
Tears glistened in her eyes and her upper lip curled back in disgust. She did not want to cry. There was no use in crying over what had already happened.
The past was the past and no one could change that.
And she couldn’t change the person she’d been back then.
I did what I had to do to survive.
But her friends wouldn’t understand that. How could they?
The only person who had ever been in a similar situation was Benji, but he had never been put in the circumstances she faced as a 15-year-old kid. He’d never had to stoop so low, or do such disgusting things. He’d been fortunate enough to find people who accepted him and cared about him before his life had a chance to take such a dark turn.
She hadn’t been so lucky.
Recalling the events of that night bothered her. It wasn’t something she liked to think about, nor was she fond of revisiting it in her mind. But there it was, plain as day.
It was the first cold night she’d experienced since running away from home. She’d been on her own for almost two weeks and the money she’d taken from her mother’s purse had slowly dwindled away. A girl had to eat—that much was true, but she really wished she’d invested in some warm clothes, too.
“I will not go back home,” she muttered beneath her breath, huddling beneath the thin fabric of her jacket. “I won’t. I won’t!”
Her mother was probably really mad at her anyway, and she’d be stupid for going back now. All her mom would do was put her in that hospital.
I’m not crazy, she thought, watching the steam of her breath rise into the air. I’m perfectly fine.
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