The thought thrilled her, and she allowed her hands to explore. Jarret’s shoulders were wide and heavy with muscle, as were his arms. His chest was also thick and wide, decorated with faded navy blue ink that she recognized as Latin even though she couldn’t read it. She moved lower, delighting in the deep grooves the muscles made as they came together. She counted six well-formed abs before her fingers encountered the hint of hair that formed a trail just below his navel, and tucked below his waistband.
Not ready to move there just yet, she skimmed her hands around his sides, then up his back, pressing her belly to his chest as she took a firm hold of his shoulders and kissed him once again.
Her body took on a mind of its own, and moved against Jarret’s with abandon, grinding down on the hard bulge riding her inner thigh, until both of them were breathing heavily. Jarret’s hands burrowed deeper beneath her dress until all that was left between them were her panties, and then he slid his hands beneath them, too, cupping her ass in both palms and pushing his hips up until she was panting with need.
But they still weren’t close enough. Raine’s hormones were running amok, wanting to feel the heat of his skin against hers, everywhere.
“Help me take my dress off,” she said against his mouth, and within seconds, Jarret was tossing it away, leaving her in a very unattractive black sports bra and a mismatched pair of stretchy lace underwear that covered the bottom half of her stomach.
Raine had the sudden urge to grab the blankets and hide beneath them, but Jarret wasn’t paying any mind to the details. Already, his hands covered her ample breasts, palming the heavy mounds as he sucked the sensitive flesh between her neck and shoulder.
Reclining her head back, Raine relinquished some of the control she’d requested; content to enjoy his talented mouth a little longer and curious to see where he would venture next.
Jarret didn’t disappoint. Popping the clasp on the back of her bra, Jarret helped her out of the mess of fabric then set right in on her breasts. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he suckled her until the peak grew stiff and goose bumps broke out across her arms and legs. Then he nursed the other breast, pinching and squeezing her already moist nipple until she was writhing in his lap, holding his head against her as his name fell from her lips.
It was as if his mouth had found a direct line from her nipples to her core, and each time he took a greedy pull, teasing the hardened nub between his teeth, she felt the muscles between her thighs contract and it was all she could do to not scream for more.
Unable to wait any longer, Raine reached between them and tugged at the button on his pants, but the angle was all wrong, making it impossible to figure out. Relinquishing her breasts, Jarret leaned back to help. Raine felt her insides flutter when she caught sight of his glistening mouth, his lips fuller from suckling her.
Then her breath caught as Jarret lifted his hips enough to shove his pants down and his cock sprang up between them.
Time stilled as she stared at the plump dusky red crown, studying the thick shaft as it bobbed back and forth, tapping against her belly button.
“It’s okay, you can touch it,” Jarret said, his voice gruff.
Raine had touched Camron’s penis, but only in the dark, so she’d never gotten a chance to actually look at one before. Still, she didn’t think Camron was as big as Jarret. Jarret’s looked long for one thing, like she could wrap both fists around it and still not cover it all, and it was as wide as her wrist, which made her squirm a little.
“I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
“Oh, trust me, Peach, it’ll fit.”
Shit, had she said that out loud?
“Take me inside you, Raine,” Jarret begged, his voice muffled between her breasts as he cupped them in his hands once again, and alternated between licking and sucking each pillowy mound. “I need to feel you.” Dropping one hand between them, Jarret hooked his finger in the crotch of her underwear, and pulled them to the side. “Now, Peach. Do it now.”
Lifting her hips, Raine felt his cock line up with her opening and a twinge of panic set in. One thought skipped through her head at a frantic pace: The last time this happened…
She couldn’t even finish the thought, the sensations, the smells, all ingrained in her memory so deep she didn’t have to acknowledge them to recall their truth.
“I… can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t.” Hovering over him, frozen by the past, Raine shook her head repeatedly, feeling the moisture bleeding down her cheeks unchecked. “I can’t. I can’t.”
Grabbing hold of her face, Jarret stopped her panicked cries instantly. Bringing his face within an inch of hers, he looked her deep in the eyes, ensuring that he had her full attention before he spoke in low, soothing tones. “Raine, it’s okay. You don’t have to. Remember, I told you, you have the stage tonight. You run the show. Whatever you say goes. We can just lay here if you want to. We don’t have to do anything else.”
She saw it again, that wary, teetering-on-fearful look in Jarret’s eyes as he watched her, trying his damnedest to figure her out. But he never would, unless she could find the strength to face her past. Raine would do just about anything to go back and erase that night, but she couldn’t. Her father may have been a harsh and unforgiving man, but he’d taught her a lot growing up and one thing that she’d taken away from her lessons was that the past may be set in stone, but the future was whatever she made it. The next best thing to forgetting the past was forging a new future.
How many times had Jarret told her he wasn’t his family? She’d seen the signs firsthand that he wasn’t anything like his pretentious mother, or his domineering father, and Jarret would never force himself on anyone, least of all her, like his brother. He was showing her that now, in the way he was holding her, giving her the choice in which direction the night would lead them. Even naked, his cock straining, his body aching as much as hers for release, he was offering her an out.
An out she decided not to take.
This was her chance to take back her life, to spit in Camron’s face, to prove to herself that she wasn’t ruined. If anything, Raine was a survivor.
Words weren’t enough to tell Jarret all of this, so Raine spoke through action. Cupping her hands around his wide jaw, she brought his face to hers, holding his pensive gaze as she placed a feather light kiss on his lips. When he didn’t pull away, she kissed him again, adding a little more pressure, taking his bottom lip between hers and sucking on it.
“Raine,” Jarret muttered against her mouth, a question and a plea. Again, she deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth and feeling his body shiver beneath her as he succumbed to her. She liked that, how he willingly ceded control to her, proving to her that she was making the right choice in trusting herself to him.
As Raine took his cock in hand, she checked her fear at the door. There was no room for it in this moment. The only thing Raine wanted to focus on was how she and Jarret made each other feel. She wanted to experience it all, the right way this time.
Lifting her hips, Jarret once again pulled her panties aside, and Raine lined the head of his cock up, sliding down just enough to take the tip in.
Their breaths held as they gazed into each other’s eyes and Raine sank down a little more, feeling every inch of his thick member stretching her open.
“It’s been a while,” Jarret commented, grimacing as she took another inch and he tried to hold onto his control. She didn’t know whether he was referring to himself or her, but she figured either way, it was true. As far as she knew, Jarret had been just as single as her for months.
“Uh huh.” Raine panted, the stretching of her inner walls becoming almost too much for her to bear. Even as wet at she was, it wasn’t enough to make anything about this comfortable. In fact, it dredged up conflicting emotions that she was determined to keep buried. The sting of soft tissue giving way, his hard shaft invading her body. She closed her eyes, hoping to regain her focus, but it only caused her to remember more.
Camron on top of her, holding her down. Crying.
She opened her eyes again, and found Jarret’s waiting for her. They acted as a life preserver, catching her and hauling her back to safety.
“You’re too tight,” Jarret told her, reading the tension in her eyes. “It won’t hurt as much if you lie down and let me do it.”
Raine considered what it might be like to let Jarret take over, to have him above her, pushing into her. He was right, if she could be on the bottom, she could focus on relaxing her muscles so she could receive him better. As it was now, the more she focused on the discomfort, the more uncomfortable it seemed to get.
Deciding to give it a shot, they traded positions, and as Jarret helped her out of her underwear, she reminded herself to keep her eyes open.
TWENTY
Jarret had sex before with a handful of girls, and the only time he’d known one to be this tight was the first time, and that girl happened to be a virgin. Had the evidence not been staring back at him in the form of an extremely round pregnant belly, Jarret might have thought this was Raine’s first time, which made him sickeningly happy, because it also meant that no one had been inside her except the one time.
With her on the bottom, there was no way they’d be able to do missionary, his favorite style to be in so he could feel the girl gripping him to her, feel enveloped in her. But in Raine’s condition, they were going to have to improvise.
Getting into position, Jarret opened Raine’s legs wide, and pulled her up until her ass rested on top of his thighs. His cock bobbed as he stared down at her full breasts, her curvy hips, her slick, pink folds, and knew it all belonged to him. And best of all, he didn’t have to worry about condoms because he’d never gone without one with anyone else. Camron’s sports career meant that he had regular checkups, and Raine was already pregnant, so he could come inside her all he wanted and neither of them had to worry about a thing. He’d never gone bareback before, and knowing he was about to had his dick weeping like a baby.
“Are you ready for me, Peach?” Jarret asked, as he inserted a finger into her. She was wet, but with as tight as she was, he wanted more. Fingering her lightly, he waited until it was enough to coat his entire finger, and then added a second, opening them to stretch her a little more. She gasped in pleasure, her hips lifting, as he curled them inside her, hitting her G-spot. Jarret smiled wickedly, promising himself he’d return to stroke that sensitive spot some more later.
She nodded, giving him the go-ahead, and Jarret lined himself up. As he pushed inside, rocking his hips slowly to open her up, he watched Raine closely, reading her expressions. He had the distinct impression that she wasn’t much different from a scared animal when cornered. Something had happened to her to make her this way, and he wanted to know what.
There was only one thing that kept coming to mind, but it appalled him so much, he kept pushing it away. If Camron had done what he was thinking…? He’d kill him with his bare hands.
But no parent in their right mind would kick their daughter out of the house for being a victim, and a girl like Raine? No way would she keep something like that quiet. No way. This girl was a fighter. The fear warring with pleasure he saw on her face as he dug a little deeper was his proof positive that whatever it was that she was hiding, she was determined to overcome it.
And dammit, he was fucking delighted that she’d picked him to help her through it.
She was right. He was a sick pup.
“Jarret,” Raine moaned as he seated himself fully inside her. Her hands fisted in the blankets, her head kicked back, burrowing into the pillow as Jarret held himself still inside her, allowing her body to grow accustomed to his size, as he lazily circled his finger around her clit to help loosen her up.
Girls loved that, and he loved doing it. A woman’s body was a playground, full of erogenous zones that liked to play hide and seek. It brought out the hunter in Jarret, making him wonder where Raine’s secret places were hidden. Already, her nipples had proven sensitive to his touch, and her clit was a given. Her skin, too. Light touches caused her to break out in goose bumps, and as Jarret ran his fingers down the backs of her legs to her ankles, applying pressure to the tiny indents there, her lips parted and her back arched.
Add ankles to that list.
“How’re we doing, Peach?”
The sound of his voice even seemed to be a trigger for her, which made Jarret want to pound his fists on his chest. “I need you to move,” Raine said breathily.
“Like this?” Jarret slid out slowly, and then pushed back in, all the way to the root. “Or like this?” he asked, withdrawing and circling his hips a couple times before giving a few quick, sharp pumps that had her mouth opening wide.
She made a strangled sound in the back of her throat, and then nodded vigorously. “That. Do that again.”
“You got it, Peach.” Taking a hold of her thighs, Jarret took her hard and fast, his fingers digging into her soft flesh so hard he knew he’d leave bruises, but the only sound coming from her was shouts of pleasure. He kept up the brutal pace, panting hard, sweat dripping down his chest and back, until he felt her muscles grow tight.
“Jarret, I…” Her brows scrunched together, her straight, white teeth clamping down on her bottom lip.
“Come for me, Peach,” Jarret coached as he felt his balls begin to tighten. “Let me hear how much you like it. Come, now.”
She did. As if he were her master, she took his command and ran with it. Instantly, Raine’s pussy squeezed his cock, grabbing and releasing, dragging his own release from him. Jarret shouted as he came, emptying himself inside of her. Never in his life… The feeling of her hot flesh surrounding him, wet and soft, coupled with the knowledge that he’d just filled her with his come, was something that couldn’t be described.
He truly was a sick bastard.
Dropping down on his back beside her to avoid crushing her and the baby, Jarret stared at the ceiling, struggling to catch his breath. “Are you okay?”
She laughed. “I’m great. That was… great.”
“You already said that.”
“I know.” They both chuckled a little. They lay in silence for a while, both of them staring at nothing as they got lost in their thoughts. With a sigh, Raine started to roll away. “I should probably head back to my room.”
Jarret’s hand shot out before he could think, and he grabbed her wrist. “Stay here tonight.” She gave him a quizzical look over her shoulder. “I could use the company.”
“Um, okay.” Sliding to her feet, she crouched down.
“What are you doing?” Jarret asked curiously.
Retrieving her dress, she shook it out. “Getting dressed.”
“Why?”
“I don’t like sleeping naked.”
Jarret frowned. “Again, why?” She shrugged, and he asked suspiciously, “Have you ever slept in the buff before, Raine?”
“Uh, no, and this doesn’t seem like the time to start.”
Before she could pull the dress over her head, Jarret snatched it from her fingers. “This is the perfect time to start,” he insisted.
“Give it back,” Raine said, holding out a demanding hand.
“But if you’d rather sleep with clothes on,” Jarret continued, ignoring the angry vibe she was throwing at him, “then you should at least be comfortable.” Draping her dress over the footboard, Jarret crossed to his dresser, opened the top drawer, and took out one of his t-shirts. When he turned back around to hand it to her, he burst out laughing.
“Why the hell are you covering your eyes?” Raine stood with half of the sheet hanging off the side of the bed and clutched to her chest in one hand, and her other hand shielding her eyes.
“You’re naked!”
“Yes, that usually happens when I have sex. And, I hate to point this out,” he said, walking up to her. He leaned in, putting his lips to her ear. “You’re naked, too.”
“God, why am I so embarrassed around you all the time?
” She groaned, tugging at the blankets some more.
“No clue, Peach, because you’ve got absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Here.” Gathering the shirt in his hands, Jarret held it up. When Raine was finally brave enough to look at him, she tipped her head and allowed him to help her into his shirt.
It was so big on her it would have reached her knees had her belly not stretched out the fabric.
Jarret stepped back and licked his lips. “Damn, you should wear my clothes all the time.”
“Oh, stop,” she said, her cheeks turning rosy. She climbed back into the bed, and Jarret followed in on the opposite side. They turned to face each other.
“Why don’t you like me complimenting you?”
“I do,” Raine said quickly.
“But you don’t believe me,” Jarret stated, and by the way her gaze dropped from his, he figured he’d guessed right. “Raine, look at me.” When her brown eyes lifted to his, Jarret reached across the foot of space separating them, and laced his fingers with hers. “You are beautiful.” She started to look away again, but Jarret was having none of it. Dropping her hand, he pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and forced her to keep eye contact.
“You’re fucking hot, Raine. I’m not just trying to boost you up here, okay? From the second I first saw you, I thought you were amazing. The cutest girl I had seen in a while. Of course, I questioned your intelligence when I connected you to my brother, but seeing you stand up to my parents at dinner, I realized it was his mistake letting you walk away.” He shook his head, getting back on track.
“I know you have some crazy notion that being pregnant somehow makes you less attractive, but Raine, damn.” He gave her a once-over. Despite the blankets blocking her body from his view, Jarret recalled every curve of her body in fine detail. “You’re a M.I.L.F.”
She snickered, and Jarret smiled. “I think you already proved that point.”
“True,” Jarret agreed, his cock twitching back to life just thinking about fucking her, “but clearly we’re going to have to repeat it a few more times until you get it. You’re gorgeous, Peach. I don’t ever want you thinking different, you hear me?”
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