“Please,” I whispered, riding his cock from beneath, the inch or so I could maneuver, my hips pinned between his body and the bed. I squeezed him as hard as I could, sucked on his tongue when he thrust into my mouth again, grasped his ass with my fingers and tried like hell to urge him to fuck me. Hard.
Our mouths fused together in a deepening kiss and his breaths started to deepen, his chest moving against mine. My body undulated beneath his, urging him on.
Finally he lifted his hips, drawing back, dragging his swollen dick out of me, slowly.
Then he rammed himself back in.
I groaned and writhed beneath him, meeting his thrusts as he began fucking me, so fucking slowly. He raised himself above me, propped up on one arm, and planted the other hand on my hip, holding me still as he thrust into me, again and again. It was so slow and so fucking good and so deep, I was gonna come so hard just lying there beneath him, feeling him drag himself in and out. My pussy clamped down on him and I squeezed my thighs around his hips, holding him to me as I peaked.
I threw my head back and cried out. I think I swore a few times. For all I knew, I was speaking in tongues. My toes twitched. My nipples throbbed. The pleasure burst through me in a shower of stars.
He shoved in deep and I felt his cock pump inside me as he came. He groaned and clutched my breast. His head dropped, his silken curls just brushing my chest.
I reached up and cupped his face even as I heaved to catch my breath. He kissed the palm of my hand. He looked up, his gaze colliding with mine. I felt him jerk inside me and he moved his hips in a few more small thrusts, his eyes closing as he rode the aftershocks of pleasure.
Jesse in pleasure… it totally wrecked me.
“Ah… more,” I managed to gasp as another wave crested in my clit, my whole body pulsing with lust. His eyes opened, meeting mine. He was still so swollen, filling me as I rode him, seeking another release. I probably could’ve gotten off on the look on his face alone.
Then he pinched my nipple lightly and my breath caught in my throat as the second climax tore me apart, hot and fast.
“Oh… fuck…” I heard myself groan as I melted into the bed, my body still humming with pleasure.
I didn’t even realize I’d shut my eyes until I opened them to find Jesse staring at me, his dark eyes hazed with lust. His lips were swollen from kissing me, his hair all sexed up. His dick was still in me, gradually softening but still filling me. He licked his lips and ran his hand down from my breast to my pussy.
“Yeah… more,” he whispered huskily as his thumb found my clit.
I panted at his touch, but this time I didn’t close my eyes. I watched his face as he watched me, my body arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through me again.
* * *
I really could’ve stayed in bed all day, but Jesse insisted we get up to eat.
He lifted the lids off the dishes to reveal fresh fruit, bacon and pancakes with real Canadian maple syrup for me, bacon and an omelet for him. There was a jug of fresh-squeezed orange juice and a bottle of champagne to keep the mimosas flowing. And there was Jesse, sitting in his boxer briefs next to me.
Perfection.
“I was thinking,” he said as we ate. “Every day, everything’s always about me, you know? You never get anything that’s just for Katie.”
“So? It’s your tour.” And really, Katie got plenty. Between the room service and the shopping, the spa treatments and the fine restaurants and the clubbing, I wasn’t exactly suffering here.
“Yeah. But I’ve canceled all my other shit so we can make today all about you.”
“Really?” I had no idea what “all about you” meant, but I liked it already. I gestured over at the sex-rumpled bed and raised an eyebrow. “So that was all for me?”
“Nope. That was for me.” He munched his bacon and grinned. “I’m a selfish bastard. But as of right now, it’s Katie Day.”
“Which means?”
“Which means you get a present.”
“Cool,” I said, my stomach doing a weird flip-flop thing. “Because I totally love presents.” Especially if they’re from Jesse in his underwear over post-sex breakfast, apparently.
He went to one of the closets and got out a long, flat gift-wrapped box, about the length of his arm. He brought it over to me and my heart thudded too hard as he put it in my lap. It was sorta heavy and made a little rattling noise.
“Open,” he commanded.
I unwrapped it. Inside the box was a skateboard. A really fucking cool skateboard with cherries painted on it. I laughed. “What the fuck is this?” I looked up at Jesse, beaming. He was watching me, and licked his bottom lip like he was waiting for my reaction.
I smoothed my hand over the length of the board and turned it over.
“You like it?”
“It’s awesome!” I dropped it on the carpet and started riding it around the room. “What made you think of this?”
He shrugged, playing it cool, but I could see the happy sparkle in his eyes as he topped up our mimosas. “The other day when we stopped for burgers on the road, there was that roller-skating place, remember?”
“Yeah. So?”
“So, you got all nostalgic and fairy-eyed and said you missed your wheels.”
“I did not get fairy-eyed.” I rolled my eyes, but he was right. I did miss my skateboard, hard. Besides Devi and my dog, it was the hardest thing to be without. I didn’t bother bringing it on the road because I figured there’d be no place and no time to ride it. I was wrong about that. I’d even considered buying one a few cities back, but then I figured it would be too hard for Flynn to do his thing if I was on a board.
“How the hell is Flynn gonna follow me around on this?” I jerked to a dead stop. “Do not tell me you got him one.” The mental image of my ultra-reserved, ex-military badass security guard tailing me on a skateboard was too fucking much. I threw my head back and laughed so hard tears welled in the corners of my eyes.
“You done?” Jesse asked after a moment, but he laughed too.
“Oh, shit.” I wiped the tears away. “Okay. Shit. I’m better.”
“No board for him,” he said. “He’ll just have to figure it out.”
I hopped off and popped the board up into my hand. I couldn’t find a brand logo anywhere on it. “It’s gorgeous. Where did you get it? It’s custom made?”
“Just found a guy who makes them,” he said, like it was no big deal.
“You had a skateboard custom made for me in like two days?”
“No. But he had this one that he’d made and I talked him into selling it to me.”
I couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s amazing, Jesse. Thank you.” I leaned over and kissed him, my lips lingering longer than I meant them to. “Oh God,” I said, my voice all lusty. “You taste like bacon and champagne.”
“Mm-hmm,” he murmured.
“Wouldn’t have thought those would go so well together,” I whispered, dropping the skateboard at my feet.
“Don’t get any ideas,” he said, but he kissed me again. “It’s time to get dressed.”
“Do I have to?” I climbed into his lap, straddling him on his chair. I was wearing one of his T-shirts and my skimpy white panties since I knew they made him horny. I jacked up the shirt a bit so he could see them as I settled against his cock, which was already rising to the occasion.
He groaned against my neck as I started grinding against him, rubbing up and down as he grew harder. I yanked his underwear down, freeing his dick.
He kissed my neck and reached under the T-shirt, grasping my breast. I buried my fingers in his hair and moaned as his other hand slid between my legs. He slipped his fingers inside my panties and stroked my wetness. Then he fisted the cotton and ripped it aside, and as I rubbed my way up his length he thrust into me.
No holding back this time, no making me wait.
I rode him fast and hard and he gripped my hips, slamming me down against him, forcing himself deeper w
ith each thrust. We kissed so hard we bit each other. We grabbed so hard we bruised each other. My head spun with pleasure and I came in a sudden flurry, slamming down on him, holding him deep.
I shut my eyes and stars burst behind my eyelids. I gripped his hair and bit his neck to keep from screaming.
Jesse groaned and I felt his cock stiffen inside me. As he jerked into me, I sealed my mouth over his and kissed him, slow and deep.
When I felt him relax, I collapsed against him, burying my face in his neck, both of us panting and slippery with sweat. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. I felt high, kind of floating and grounded by his warmth at once.
He was still inside me and all I wanted to do was fuck him again.
And again.
If only I could move.
He stirred a little, nuzzling my neck.
I sighed. “Get off you in a minute, I swear,” I slurred against his salty skin. “Soon as I can feel my legs…”
He wrapped his arms around my hips to support me. Which was good, because otherwise I might’ve slipped off his lap right to the floor, since I couldn’t feel my bones.
With Jesse, sex was always like this.
Crazy.
Molten.
Hot.
I may not have been very experienced in the sex department, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t totally dense. The desire was definitely there between us, and it was real. I was sure of that much. He wanted me. Hungrily and often. Maybe that had more to do with his appetite than with me, but it had to at least have something to do with me.
And he bought me a skateboard. A super thoughtful gift, just to make me happy. That had to mean something.
Or did it?
Really, as far as I knew the guy made like a gazillion dollars, so maybe buying me a skateboard wasn’t anything at all. Maybe he tossed such trinkets to every chick he knew, no big deal.
Fugh.
And there I went again. Just when I was sorta sure how something was between us, I twisted it all around into what it wasn’t.
Because I still didn’t actually know what it was.
And I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna ask.
I peeled myself off him, maybe a little abruptly, and yanked the T-shirt down to cover myself as I stood up. “Time to get dressed,” I announced, maybe a little too cheerily, but I didn’t look him in the eye to see what he thought of my sudden departure. “Katie Day awaits.”
And with that, I took my mimosa and stumbled to the bathroom on my rubbery, just-fucked legs, to enjoy my maraschino cherries in the shower.
* * *
Apparently Jesse also enjoyed cherries in the shower. If he got to eat them off my body.
When we finally dragged our asses out of the hotel room, the first thing I did with Katie Day was give Flynn the day off, with pay. Which left Jude to drive us around in his rented car, so Jesse could sit in the back seat with me.
Pretty much all I wanted to do was hang out with Jesse somewhere he wouldn’t be recognized, which meant we ended up driving around a lot. We picked up food and a Frisbee and went to the park for a picnic and ended up there most of the day, though we still attracted some attention. I rode around on my new board for Jesse, at his request. Then we went to a cool skate shop that sold spray paints, bought a bunch of cans, and Jude found us a decently secluded yet not too sketchy bridge under which Jesse insisted I leave my mark.
I reminded him that it was illegal.
He reminded me that I used to do it all the time.
I reminded him that I was immature at that time.
“So be immature,” he said. “It’ll be fun.”
I ended up painting his first name in huge, bubbly pink and purple letters. With flowers.
For dinner, he took me to an amazing restaurant where we had our own private room, and I insisted Jude join us. None of this separate tables bullshit.
Afterward, we went for a drive in the country, Jude at the wheel again, Jesse with me in the back.
It was another gorgeous late-summer day, a little too hot, which always made me feel like sex was in the air. I had no idea how people in this part of the world didn’t just have sex all the time. You could barely wear any clothes, for one thing. I couldn’t even stand any body hair and had taken to shaving it all off, which pretty much made me feel naked all the time no matter what I was wearing. Currently, I was wearing the lightest, tiniest sundress I could stand on my skin and the skimpiest panties I owned, and Jesse kept trying to slip his fingers inside them.
“Fucking love you bare,” he breathed in my ear as I did my best to squirm away from him on the tiny backseat of whatever sports car we were in.
Jude was ignoring us anyway. He had the tunes cranked, loud. With Jude, it was always really heavy stuff, the kind of stuff I’d spent my teens listening to because my brother-in-law was super into it; the really good kind of heavy that always sounded best cranked in a car going high-speed down some random back road. Apparently, even better if it was some random back road in Texas.
Jude was driving way too fucking fast and my heart was racing, adrenalin surging through my veins. I still hadn’t quite gotten used to Jesse’s taste for high-powered cars or Jude’s balls-out style of driving, but that didn’t mean it all didn’t turn me on, especially when Jesse was sitting next to me stroking me through my panties. By the time “Cowboys from Hell” kicked in, I gave in and let him have his way.
He got his whole hand inside my panties, his middle finger thrust up inside me, stroking me as his thumb slowly massaged my clit. I spread my thighs to accommodate his fist and melted into the feeling. There was just too much testosterone to resist. It was supercharging the air around me, crackling off the windshield, sweating up the leather seats, vibrating through my body with the heavy, driving grind of the song and the growling, feral vocals, and I was getting there, fast.
I was doing all I could not to cry out from the intensity of what Jesse was doing to me. Sweat rolled down my chest. I bit my lip and held onto his arm like somehow I could keep control of it.
I couldn’t.
I kept shaking my head at him, willing him to stop before I went over, but he just leaned in and sucked on my earlobe.
“Come, Katie.”
I heard his command, his hot breath in my ear, even over the music.
I locked on his eyes and the intensity there made me writhe against his hand. I struggled to focus on his mouth, but he licked his lip and it undid me.
I relaxed against the seat, willing my body to go limp as his hand worked. The orgasm shook me apart but I just tried not to move as my eyes rolled closed.
The song thumped in time with my heart.
Jesse licked my neck and withdrew his hand, straightening my panties. He lay his hand on my thigh. When I opened my eyes I could see my wetness on his fingers. I looked at him and he looked at me.
And for a moment, as my heartbeat throbbed through me and the high of sexual release left me dizzy, I thought I might ask him. Like actually ask him.
What the fuck is going on here. Really.
But I didn’t.
Instead I bit my tongue. Literally. Because better to suffer in confused silence for the rest of my life than hear those words I so dreaded from his gorgeous lips.
I just don’t feel that way about you, babe.
The corner of his mouth curled in that sexy hint of a smile. “Yeah?” he asked, when I just stared at him, breathless and pleasure-buzzed.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
Then he leaned in and kissed me, slow and deep, as we tore down the road and I tried to pretend that nothing else mattered in the world.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
* * *
Katie
When we got back to our hotel that night I still felt dizzy, high on fresh air and Jesse Mayes.
I also felt confused.
Because did we just go on a date?
Sure, our time at the park might be considered the usual deal, the two of us engaging in
PDA’s for an audience.
But I was pretty damn sure, other than Jude and a few birds, we had no witnesses under that bridge.
By the time I emerged from the bathroom ready for bed though, I’d already convinced myself it wasn’t a date. It was a hang out and it was sex, but really, didn’t both people have to actually be interested in at least the possibility of some kind of future with the other person to consider it a date?
I heard Jesse on the phone with someone in the bedroom, and even though his voice wasn’t raised I could tell he was upset. Angry, even.
“So you’re not coming to the show? I told you, it’s on the twenty-ninth.”
I walked in and tried not to eavesdrop, but it was kind of hard not to notice that the voice coming through his cell was the voice of a woman. I couldn’t tell what she was saying, but the twenty-ninth was in a week; we’d be in L.A…. and all I could think was, Elle lives in L.A..
He was upset because she wasn’t coming to his show?
“Fine. I’ll call you when I get in,” he said, and he sounded distinctly unhappy. Then he hung up. I thought he’d turn to me, but it didn’t happen. He just sat there on the edge of the bed looking lost, staring at the carpet.
For way too fucking long.
“Hey,” I said softly.
He looked up and his face brightened when he saw me.
“Hey.” He tossed his cell aside and reached for me, but I didn’t go to him. It still felt weird to me, the idea that we’d maybe just been on a date, but maybe we hadn’t, and I didn’t even know. What I did know was that he was paying me for our time together, and he’d maybe just had an argument with his ex-girlfriend that had left him looking really fucking sad, and I’d never felt so jealous in my life.
Was he still in love with her?
What if he was still in love with her?
Was I about to have sex with a guy while he was actually in love with someone else?
Maybe.
But even so, what really mattered was that he wasn’t in love with me. And I was definitely developing feelings for him.
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