Anybody but Justin

by Shelli Stevens

  She gave a soft laugh and some of the tension eased from her shoulders. Doug padded past them and into the living room.

  “I miss you too.”

  Inhaling sharply, she closed her eyes at his surprising confession. Why was he doing this? Pushing this? Didn’t he know how close she was to breaking? To just giving in to this pull between them?

  “I thought we were making quesadillas,” she said warily and turned to face him. The intensity on his face made her stomach do back flips and her pulse pick up in a panic. “Justin…maybe me coming here tonight was a bad idea.”

  “Sorry.” He thrust a hand into his hair and shook his head. “Sorry, Gab. Sometimes I just say things without thinking it through. You know me.”

  Impulsive. Always had been. And it used to be such a fun and endearing quality about him. Now it was almost a hazard.

  “I’ll grab the tortillas and cheese.” He moved past her to pull open the fridge. “You still like pepper jack?”

  “Love it.” Her focus shifted downward when he squatted to grab something off the bottom shelf. His jeans tightened over his butt and she bit back a groan.

  Justin had always had a great ass. That was one of the things all her friends would comment on when they dropped by.

  “And to drink I have soda, beer, milk or…water?”

  “Water.” She’d need to keep her willpower in check tonight. So, definitely no more alcohol. “Too many peanuts at the game.”

  She turned away, needing to focus on something besides Justin’s butt and the butterflies that had taken up residence in her belly. She went in search of the frying pan and placed it on the burner. She flipped on the stovetop and then pulled out a knife from a nearby drawer.

  Justin set the block of cheese next to her, his fingers brushing her wrist. More tingles spread through her and she drew in an unsteady breath.

  “You okay?”

  His soft question brushed against the curve of her ear.

  No, she wasn’t okay. She hadn’t been okay since Justin had showed up in her life again yesterday morning.

  “Fine.” She forced the word out, knowing it sounded a bit brittle and overly bright.

  She took the brick of cheese from him, ignoring the way his lips curved into a knowing smile.

  “So, if I told you that I have the ingredients for guacamole, would you make some?” he asked, still standing all too close while he unsealed the bag of tortillas.

  “Only if you make your salsa.”

  “Deal. Though mine’s twice as hard to make.”

  “Hey, you didn’t have to agree to my terms.”

  “I’m a sucker for your guacamole.”

  “I remember.” She finished slicing the cheese and put it away in the fridge. “Okay, where’s the avocado?”

  “Here. On the windowsill.” He leaned past her to grab them.

  The familiar smell of his soap and aftershave tickled her nostrils and she closed her eyes, taking a moment to just breathe him in.

  His elbow brushed against her breast and the heavy ache low in her belly bloomed into something even hotter. She swallowed hard, her nipples peaking beneath her top.

  A barely audible groan escaped her pursed lips, but the way Justin’s body went abruptly rigid, she knew he’d heard it.

  Maybe it was being back in the house…or likely it was just Justin. But in that moment, it was too much. The desire for him, to let him touch her and to touch him in return. It swept through her like some powerful force of nature.

  “Avocado.” His unnecessary statement came out hoarse as he dropped the fruit in front of her.

  Gabby stared at it for barely as second, before she backhanded the avocado and sent it wobbling to the other end of the counter.

  There was a heavy pause before Justin muttered, “You don’t want guacamole?”

  “No.” She turned and he stood so close that her breast brushed his arm again.

  Heat flared in his gaze before he looked pointedly at her mouth.

  “What do you want, Gabby?”

  She swallowed hard, turned off the stove, and then reached up to cup his face, letting her thumbs stroke over the stubble on his cheek.

  “You know what I want,” she whispered, still unable to admit it aloud.

  His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her to him a moment before his mouth crushed down on hers

  Justin’s heart thundered in his chest as the almost crippling desire he had for Gabby consumed him. She was going to let him make love to her. She’d given him the green light.

  He slid his hands down to her ass, lifting her, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his hips.

  His tongue plunged deep into the warmth of her mouth to explore the hot and moist interior.

  The rub of her breasts against his chest had his cock hardening further, nestling snug against the softness of her bottom.

  He moved them toward the bedroom, groaning when she sucked his tongue into her mouth and squeezed her thighs tighter around him. He kicked open the half-closed door to his bedroom, then kicked it shut again. He moved them toward his bed, stumbling over his work boots.

  He fell onto the bed, rolling to take the brunt of the fall, which brought Gabby on top of him.

  Straddling him, she tore her mouth off him and sat up. She reached for the hem of her shirt, jerking it above her head.

  The V of her black satin bra pushed her breasts together to display an impressive amount of cleavage. His mouth watered and he lifted his hands to tug away the cups of the bra.

  Her pert breasts fell free, the light pink tips already textured and hard for his mouth. She was so damn pretty, sensual in a subtle way. A way most men probably wouldn’t discover until they had her naked.

  He opened his mouth, needing to tell her how sexy she was.

  “What about Steven?” How the hell had he allowed himself to ask that instead?

  She gave a soft laugh as she reached up to pinch her nipples lightly. His cock twitched and he drew in a harsh breath at the sight.

  “I broke up with him.”

  “You did? When? Why didn’t you say something?” he choked out.

  “Last night.” She lowered her body downward, until her breasts were just above his face. “At dinner—”

  He captured one pink tip between his lips, causing her to break off as he suckled her deep. Christ, she tasted sweet. He smiled, loving the way she gasped and writhed above him.

  “At dinner,” she continued breathily. “Oh…told me why…oh God…oral sex could never be part of our relationship. He has a clitoris phobia.”

  Her nipple popped from his mouth with a loud suctioning sound. He stared at her for a moment, astounded by her statement.

  “Are you shitting me?”

  She sighed and drew a finger down the center of his chest. “You think someone can make this stuff up?”

  “What an idiot,” he growled and grasped her hips, rolling her again until she was beneath him.

  Her green eyes narrowed slightly as she stared up at him and her tongue swept across swollen lips. “My sentiments exactly. So I immediately ended it.”

  Justin drew in an unsteady breath, his chest tightening at the playfulness and desire in her gaze.

  He ran the palm of his hand over her stomach, taking a moment to dip his finger into her navel.

  “You should know that I’m nothing like The Suit, and am actually quite fond of the clitoris.” He skimmed his hand across the waistband of the jeans riding low on her hips.

  Her stomach rose as she sucked in a breath, her lips curling into a challenging smile. “I know you are.”

  “You do?” He dipped a finger below the waistband, smoothing it back and forth against her silky skin.

  Her hips lifted slightly against his light touch. Further aroused and amused by her response, he moved his hand to cup her pussy through her jeans.

  “Mmm. You told me.” Her lashes lowered, veiling her gaze. “And I heard you once or twice…with other wom
en. It certainly sounded like you knew what you were doing.”

  She’d heard him. The idea of it both intrigued him, and yet sent a rush of regret through him.

  “Yeah? You didn’t get weirded out?”

  “No. I got horny,” she admitted bluntly with a soft laugh. Her lashes fluttered upward again. “And then later I got jealous.”

  Justin blinked in surprise, the naked vulnerability in her gaze at her admission momentarily robbing him of response. She had no reason to be jealous. Those times with other women had just been an outlet for the one woman he couldn’t have. Gabby.

  He hadn’t been with another woman since that night with her. He opened his mouth to tell her, but lost all thought when she covered his hand, pressing his palm harder against her swollen sex.

  “But I have you right now,” she whispered. “And that’s all that matters.”

  The vulnerability that had slipped over her stunned him. It wasn’t her. Gabby was a rock. Nothing shook her.

  The urge to reassure her rushed through him and he lowered his head to drop a kiss on her stomach. He bracketed her waist with his hands and brushed his lips across her bare flesh.

  Her body trembled under his mouth and her fingers slipped into his hair to clutch him.

  Dipping his tongue into the crater of her navel, he deftly unsnapped her jeans and tugged down the zipper.

  She lifted her hips off the bed and slipped her hands down to help push off her pants.

  Justin tugged them the rest of the way down her legs and tossed them to the ground, never taking his gaze off her. How could he? Damn, she was sexy.

  Her skin was pale, dotted with freckles in areas that he’d have a good time kissing. Her slim hips were covered by black satin panties cut high on her thighs and her breasts spilled over her bra.

  It wasn’t enough. He needed to see all of her. See Gabby completely naked, with no secrets.

  Catching the edge of her panties between two fingers, he tugged them down. The curls of her pubic hair sprang free, and he couldn’t stop a small groan of excitement.

  Once the panties were free from the tangle of her legs, he took a moment to stare down at her. So many women he’d been with had shaved completely, or waxed their pubic hair into something freakishly angular.

  And here was Gabby, trimmed just enough, but still all woman. The tight red curls shielding her pussy glistened with her arousal.

  “Gabby,” he murmured. “You are so damn sexy.”

  She made a soft sigh and shifted, revealing the darkened pink lips of her labia.

  Justin slid up her body, wanting her mouth again. Needing to reassure and have that connection with her again. She was ready for him, sliding her hand into his hair and parting her lips.

  His mouth covered hers, the kiss harder this time. More fervent and deep. He slipped one hand down her chest to unsnap the clasp of her bra, tugging the satin free and tossing it aside.

  He palmed one breast, moving his hand back and forth over the hardened nipple. His tongue moved against hers as he slipped his knee between her legs to press snug against the wet, swollen mound of her sex.

  She gasped raggedly into his mouth and ground her body against him. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, drawing on it while she began a rhythmic grind against his knee.

  Her hands slammed into his shoulders, pushing him away.

  “Please, oh God, please, Justin,” she pleaded, writhing beneath him. “It’s too much. I just want you inside me.”

  He gave a soft laugh and braced himself above her with one arm. His gaze drifted down her body, now naked and vulnerable to his gaze.

  “No way, Gab. No way am I rushing this,” he stated huskily and traced a finger from her collarbone down to the curls below her hips. “I refuse to settle for a quickie when this is so damn long overdue between us.”

  Chapter Six

  “You’re so stubborn.” She gave a pained groan and arched her hips against him.

  Possessiveness rushed through him.

  “Don’t act surprised.” He lowered his head to her breast and drew the flat of his tongue over one textured peak. “Mmm. You taste good, Gabby.”

  “Do I?” She clasped his head between her hands and he watched her eyelids drift shut again. “Mmm. I bet you do, too. Mind if I have a turn?”

  “Maybe later.” He captured the tip between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue.

  Any witty response she might have formed died on her sharply drawn breath.

  “Like that do you?” He drew the nipple fully into his mouth and suckled it, alternating hard and then soft.

  From the sounds she made and the way her body jerked, it was clear she enjoyed it more when he drew harder.

  Wanting the proof of her body’s response, he slipped his hand down her stomach and past the springy curls. When he delved one finger into the folds between her legs, hot moisture greeted him.

  She gasped, her body clenching around his finger. He lifted his gaze and found her watching him. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her gaze moving over his face.

  “For so long,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted this. And I knew it was a bad idea, but it didn’t matter. I wanted your mouth on me, your fingers inside me.”

  His chest swelled with a mix of pleasure and possessiveness at her admission. He lowered his gaze to where his finger slowly penetrated her.

  “I’ve wanted to touch you,” he muttered raggedly. “Since about five minutes after you moved into my house.”

  There was a pause, heavy with shock. “Really? But you never…why didn’t you?”

  “Because you were my roommate. Became my best friend. I didn’t want to fuck that up.” He groaned as her body clenched around his finger again. “Jesus, Gab. You’re so hot. Wet.”

  Using his other hand, he parted her labia and exposed the hard button of her clit. His mouth watered at the sight. He wanted to draw it into his mouth, wanted to hear the cries of pleasure she’d make when he sucked on her.

  He slid back down her body, dropping kisses on each of her hips before pausing to nuzzle her curls and breathe in the musky scent of her.

  Moving lower, he slid his tongue into the slit between her legs. The sweet moisture that fell on his tongue hardened his cock to the point of pain.

  He moved his mouth upward, already losing control. He drew her clit into his mouth and gave it one firm suck.

  Gabby’s hips rose at least an inch off the bed and she cried out. He pushed her back onto the bed and circled the button with his tongue, slow and then fast, pausing to draw on it every few seconds.

  She tugged at his hair, both pushing at him and holding him against her. Her thighs tightened around him and he knew she was on the brink. A second later she went rigid and gasped before her body shook beneath him.

  He gentled his mouth to a light suckle on her clit, teasing her damp curls with his fingers.

  “Please,” she begged weakly, tugging his head up. “Justin, please.”

  Part of him wanted to please her again, bring her to a second orgasm, but the quiet urgency on her face convinced him she needed much more than that at this point.

  Her hand closed over his erection through his jeans and cemented his decision.

  A soft growl escaped from his throat as he slid back up her body. He brushed his mouth over hers, letting her taste herself.

  She threaded her fingers into his hair and kissed him back feverishly. When he lifted his head, he was out of breath and desperate to bury himself deep inside her.

  He stood up and stripped out of his clothes in record time, reluctant to be away from her any longer than necessary.

  “You’re bigger than I thought,” she said softly.

  Justin started to laugh but choked when she reached out to stroke his cock. He managed to grab a condom while her thumb rubbed against the moisture on the head.

  “Gabby,” he warned through clenched teeth. “Slow down, honey.”

  “Speed up,” she countered and swung
her legs off the edge of the bed so she was facing his erection. “Let me put it on.”

  She stole the condom from his fingers and ripped it open.

  “Hmm, might need a little more lubrication first,” was the only warning he got before she took him into her mouth.

  “Jesus.” He grasped her head, intending to push her away. He closed his eyes, his fingers curling into her hair instead.

  Gabby was sucking his cock. How often had he fantasized about this in the last few months? He couldn’t possibly stop her yet.

  She moved her tongue over him, bringing him deep a couple of times before he felt his sac tighten.

  “No more,” he ground out and pushed her back.

  She laughed softly, her hands fumbling over his cock to place the condom on him. Once the task was complete, he eased her backward onto the mattress and climbed between her spread thighs.

  Her lips curved into a sexy pout. “And why do you get to be on top?”

  “Because I got here first.” He nudged her thighs open wider and pressed her knees back toward her hips.

  His cock probed the slick folds of her pussy, sliding in just barely. He stared at where they were almost joined, before lifting his gaze to hers.

  Gabby stared at him, all teasing and lightness gone. In its place, the heat of desire and an intense trust.

  His blood pounded harder and he swallowed with difficulty. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed steadily into her.

  Her body clenched around his cock, her hot, slick moisture easing his deep drive into her channel.

  “Damn, you’re small.” His jaw clenched. He should have known she would be by the slightness of her body.

  She lifted her hips to press into his foreword thrust, and he slid in to the hilt.

  The breath locked in his throat and for a moment his eyes crossed from the sensation.

  “Justin.” His name floated on a sigh. Her fingers gripped the bedspread.

  He didn’t move for a moment, just stayed deep inside her, his cock pulsing. Only when she tightened around him and gave a frustrated whimper, did he draw out and begin a slow slide back inside her.

  He found a rhythm that Gabby matched easily. It started as a slow and languid thrusting, before turning into something far more fervent and the sounds of his sac hitting her ass resonated in the room.