I smile up at him. “Aw, are you nervous, Mr. Po-Po?”
“Yeah, actually, I am. There’s a lot of pressure resting on my shoulders right now to make this happen. I don’t like failing.”
I let my hands roam his slick chest, down his rippled abs, then back up to his neck. His skin under my palms feels good, so I continue along the same path as I say, “No pressure, Jett. Just so you know, it feels amazing regardless if there’s a finale or not.”
Jett’s face twists with angst. “Oh, well great, that’s good to know,” he replies sarcastically.
“I’m just saying that you don’t have to stress over trying to out perform. If it’s any consolation, you’ve already been the best I’ve ever been with.”
Okay, that didn’t come out right. And by the look of mortification on Jett’s face, his state of arousal has drastically dropped to almost nonexistent.
“First off, I strive for excellence, because I don’t want to be just the best. I want to be the one. Dammit, I’m going to be the one that sets you off. Second, I’ll sweep the floor with any of those other motherfuckers who’ve touched you, and from this point on, I’m the only one allowed to be between your thighs. Got it?”
My clit flutters. I nod with a smirk. “You’ve been the only one in seven years.”
Jett shakes his head like a wet dog. “What?” he asks, over exaggerating the word. “Seven fuckin’ years? Are you kiddin’ me right now?”
I shake me head.
“Jesus Christ. Talk about having stage fright. No, this isn’t impossible, this is just a small road block. I can do this. I’ll concur the ultimate challenge.”
I’m listening to Jett give himself a pep talk, amused by his way of thinking. He’s talking as if I’m a check mark on his bucket list.
“I’m the messiah of orgasms. I. Can. Do. This.”
I let him ramble for a minute before I interject. “You know what you can do?” I say. His eyes lift to mine and waits for me to answer my own question. “You could stop flapping your trap and proceed to enter the forbidden zone. I can tell you, with all certainty, I will not orgasm by hearing a bunch of useless words fall out of your mouth.”
Jett growls. My back arches and comes off the cushion of the couch when he drives his cock forward. There’s no time for my walls to conform to his size as he begins to drub into me, aggressively taking me for a ride. My skin beads with sweat when a dull ache starts to grow from deep within. The dullness turns into a growing hum that travels up to my lower belly and expands to a pleasurable buzz.
“Oh,” I cry out.
That feels nice.
“I’m the fucking messiah!” Jett snaps, thrusting his hips. His chest glistens, and a drop of sweat falls from his forehead and lands on my breast. Without slowing his tempo, Jett dips his head and drags his tongue up the swell of my breast, flicking my tight nipple as he replaces the dot of sweat with his saliva.
The buzzing in my belly remains consistent. He rolls and twerks his hips. The buzz isn’t growing, but it’s not weakening. Jett kneels in front of the couch and yanks my hips so my ass is hanging off the cushions, and he grips my hips, wrenching me onto his cock as he pulses forward. The buzz bursts throughout my body, sending a spark...of something I don’t recognize...ricocheting off my core. Was that it, was that an orgasm? I can’t tell. My eyes aren’t rolling in the back of my head, and I don’t feel like I’m going to explode, so does that mean it just feels super duper good and I’m close? Fuck, this is confusing.
My center goes cold as I’m pulled from the couch and spun around. Jett pushes my shoulders down. “Grab your ankles.”
I do what I’m told, but when he doesn’t fill me, I glance awkwardly up and around my arm. He’s staring at me, at my exposed ass and pussy. His chest is heaving and he begins to stroke his cock, over the condom that’s shiny with my juices. I’m not sure how long he plans on letting me stew over here, with my ass in the air and arousal dripping down my leg. I try to relax and let my torso hang, watching between my legs as Jett’s boots move toward me and two of his fingers slip inside me. They massage my walls with a few full circles then rotate so he can crook the tips of his fingers, hitting my G-spot.
I yelp.
Fuck me, that’s nice.
Jett’s other hand slaps by thighs apart so my stance is wider, then replaces his fingers with his cock. He claws at my skin as he holds on to me, so I don’t fall forward on my face.
“Oh,” I say again with a guttural moan.
Hot damn. This. Is. Oh, God.
My brain is filled with incoherent thoughts.
Holy shitballs.
All I can do is ride the wave of sensations surging through me. At this angle, the engorged head of Jett’s cock repeatedly rams the deepest part of my core. I’m not sure if all the blood is rushing to the tip of my head because I’m contorted in an odd position, or if Jett is working me toward...
“Oh, God,” I squeak.
My walls are clenching and seizing around Jett’s shaft and my belly is tightening. The buzzing is back, but more intense this time. And with each sharp plunge forward, the buzz ignites a flicker of spark, making it feel like Jett’s dick is the match striking the flaming strip, yet it doesn’t quite burst into flame. But, damn, this is as close as I’ve ever been.
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” I cry out.
Just. A. Little. More.
“That’s it,” Jett growls. “Fuck yeah!”
There’s a blast of screaming white noise from behind us, startling Jett and me to an abrupt stop.
Between the crackles of static, a woman’s voice comes over Jett’s police radio that’s attached to his belt. “Charlie, Henry, 10-54. Corner of Sterling and E 47th St. Code 1.”
“Fuck!” Jett shouts.
And just like that, any hope of getting me off the ground has vanished, leaving me to crash and burn. I collapse to me knees after Jett runs off to grab his belt off the floor. He wrestles with the radio, but manages to free it from his belt. He spits some codes and numbers into the speaker and ends with a, “10-4.” I don’t bother to turn around when Jett says, “Shit, I have to go.”
I keep myself confined to the floor with my hair cemented to my head. It takes me a moment to gather myself so I can turn to look at him from over my shoulder. “Okay,” I reply with no emotion attached to the word. There’s a tornado brewing inside me, and I’m telling you, it’s confusing the fuck out of me. Honest to God, I’m so used to not having a complete sexual experience I should feel impartial to the matter, but at the moment, I’m raging. Mad and a bit annoyed. I swear, why can’t things go back to when I didn’t feel anything? Life was much simpler back then.
What the fuck?
No, I can’t be angry. It’s not Jett’s fault that he’s being called away. Wait one second. My head tilts to the side and my eyes squint in his direction. “You’re working?” I ask.
He stuffs himself back into his pants then sticks his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. “Well, yeah.”
“If you’re on duty, why would you start something? Why were you even at the school? Why come here at all?”
Jett finishes buttoning the last button on his shirt and buckles his belt around his waist. “I’m sorry, Gray. It was really selfish of me. I wanted to see you, make sure you were okay, and...one-track mind, I guess you could say.”
Hot damn, he’s just as sexy in a muscle-hugging suit as when he’s naked.
Hold up a minute. In other words, his one-track mind was to finish what he started, to conquer the impossible task that is Gray. I open my mouth to counter his lame ass excuse, but slam it shut. There’s no point. It is what it is, and I can’t change it, nor do I want to. Quite honestly, this is why I hate things like this—relationships. It’s too complicated and, in my opinion, overrated.
Jett takes a couple strides toward me and holds his hand out to help me up, but I shoo him away. “That’s all right, I’m fine. You better go. Sounds important.”
“Dead body,” he spits out. Maybe he thinks that because I’m staring at him like I don’t give a shit, he feels he needs to elaborate. “They said there’s a dead body off of Sterling and E 47th.”
I keep my voice clipped when I say, “Yep, I got that much.”
Jett kneels down next to me and pecks my lips with his. I don’t dodge him, but I don’t kiss him back either. “I wish I didn’t have to respond to it, but I have to. Besides, if it’s related at all to the Lucky Charm Serial Killer, I’d be called anyway since it’s my case. I think we’re close to naming a suspect.”
“Did you just reference a serial killer to a box of cereal?”
Jett chuckles. “Yeah, pun intended.”
Well look at that, my curiosity is piqued, and I want to know more. “And why would you give a serial killer a name like that, Lucky Charm Serial?”
“Because they’re lucky they haven’t gotten caught yet.” He smirks and kisses my lips once more before he makes a beeline for my front door. “I get off at midnight. I’m coming back...be ready,” he orders over his shoulder with a smile. “We’re going to finish this.”
My lips twitch, but they don’t form into a smile. It’s kind of hard to return the gesture when Jett has just confirmed that he’s hot on my tail. And I don’t mean that in the figurative sense either.
Chapter 34
Andi
“This one!” I gasp, throwing a skirt in Gray’s face. She scowls at me, which makes me laugh. I can’t help that she hates shopping and I love it. Hey, she’s the one that called me for an emergency mall trip; now she has to suck up the countless hours of going from store to store.
“Why can’t I just get this and be done?” Gray asks, holding up another boring ass dress.
“Because it looks like all the other shit you wear. I thought you wanted something special? Did you not tell me that you needed something hot?” I don’t wait for her to respond when I add, “Why yes, you did. I believe your exact words were, ‘Andi, I need you to go with me shopping because I need something hot, not so homely looking like I normally wear.’”
Gray rolls her eyes at me and starts to walk away, but I stop her by tossing another hanger at her, which nails her in the back of her head.
“What the fuck, bitch?” she snaps.
I clasp my palm over my mouth to stifle a giggle. “Sorry, not sorry. Get your ass in the dressing room and try that shit on.”
She waves a middle finger in my direction and disappears into the fitting room. I check my watch after five minutes, again at ten, before I stick my head into the hallway that leads to all the doors. “What the hell is taking so long, Gray? Jesus, I thought you said you didn’t have all day.”
The last door flies open, and Gray pops her head out. “Are you trying to make me over into some floozy or what?”
“Or what,” I sass back. “Get out here and let me see.”
With a pout on her pretty li’l face, Gray steps out and presents herself to me. I squeal and clap my hands together. “Oh wait.” I stroll down the hallway and grab the shirt, undoing the first three buttons of the white blouse. “There.” I sigh. “Perfect.”
I stand back so Gray can inspect herself in the full-length mirror. She fiddles with the blouse then with the skirt, adjusts the lace of the bra, and pushes back her hair. “I look stupid.”
Goddamn, I’d like to smack her. “You look hot. Smokin’ hot.” Why can’t this girl see what the rest of us see? She’s gorgeous with fabulous red hair and curves to die for. When she sees fat, we see a voluptuous figure that’s full in the just the right places...perky tits and a killer ass with hips that curve into a tantalizing hourglass shape. And the white button-down blouse matched with a grey, high-waisted pencil skirt fits her like a glove. We found her a pretty black and pink lacy bra and panty number with garter belts and stockings that have a seam running down the back of the legs. Pair the outfit with black heels and she has an ensemble that would stop any man in their tracks.
“If I buy this can we be done?” she asks, her face drab and pouty.
“Yes.”
“Thank fuck!” She turns and locks herself in the fitting room while I wait outside the door. “Hey, did Jaz ever text you back?” she asks from the other side of the door.
“Yeah, she said she was busy. I guess homeboy wanted them to go work out together. She said they were going boxing, which could be code for fuck each other’s brains out.” I giggle at myself. “You meeting up with Jett later?”
“He mentioned he would come over after he gets off work. I’m not counting on it, though, since he doesn’t get off until midnight, but whatever.”
I lean against one of the changing room doors while I patiently wait. “Jett and Gray sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes...”
The door bursts open to Gray glaring at me. “Shut your piehole,” she orders.
“What?” I ask with a laugh.
Gray waves a finger in my face. “You know what. Maybe I should think of a riddle for you and Drew. Hmm...” She taps her bottom lip with her index finger. “Andi loves what’s between Drew’s thighs, but not as much as his beautiful green eyes. I hope he doesn’t give another his soul, otherwise his eyes might end up in a bowl.” Gray’s eyes grow wide as her mouth drops on a playful gasp.
“Oh shut up,” I snap. “I would never scoop out Drew’s eyes. Even if he did do something as horrific as that. I think I’d even let him call me sexy baby,” I admit.
Gray looks at me funny and holds out her hand. “Can I see your spoon for a minute?”
I reach my hand into my purse and blindly fumble my way through the contents until I pull out my spoon. I place it in Gray’s opened palm with a raised brow. I don’t have time to duck, or to even flinch when Gray flicks me straight in the forehead with the back of it. Frozen and stunned, I bring my hand up to the center of my forehead and whine, “Ouch.”
“You traded spoons for hearts, you fucking tart. Now you’d better shut your hole before it’s your eyes in the bowl.”
I shrug my shoulders, ignoring her cheesy rhymes, as I try to rub the sting from the front of my skull. “I can’t help it. That man does something fierce to me. I think I may—”
Gray cuts me off. “Don’t even say it.” Her face is scrunched up, mortified that I might actually say those four little words. “You hardly know him. Don’t make me thwack you again,” she says, flailing my spoon around.
I cower, but she doesn’t smack me. “Yeah, well, love was just a word, then I met Drew. Now it seems to be more of a reality. It’s more tangible than ever before.”
Gray shakes her head at me. I guess she has nothing left to say besides, “Shopping is over. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
We don’t exchange many words through dinner. Gray pushes her food around with her fork while I sip on my red wine. I’m not quite sure what she wants from me. I mean, I’m not gonna lie...I like the guy, a lot. I’ll probably regret asking, but that doesn’t stop me. The silence is awkward, and I have to do something to fill it in. “Okay, so, why is it such a bad thing that I have feelings for Drew?” I ask.
Gray looks up from her plate with a somber face. “You aren’t saying you just have feelings for Drew. You’re implying that you…” She drops her voice to a whisper, like it’s hard for her to say. “Love him.”
“And?”
“And I think it’s too soon, that’s all.”
I set my fork down on my plate and dab my mouth with my napkin. “There is no time frame on love, Gray. It happens when you least expect it, at any given moment. Just because you have never loved or felt love doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist for others.”
Gray drops her fork, causing it to crash loudly against the plate before her. “I have loved,” she insists.
“Oh really? Who?”
“I love Jaz and you, though you’re making me start to question that. And I love...loved Blue.”
“Did you?” I ask in spite.
Gray doesn’t
stammer when she responds with a definite, “Yes. I did.”
“But you’ve never loved a man. You’ve never had a real relationship that included true feelings. Correct?”
“Well, yeah, that’s true. But so what?” Gray replies, her tone becoming defensive.
“So, how can you judge me if you’ve never experienced true love for yourself? You don’t know what I’m feeling, nor do you know what Drew is feeling. Hell, you don’t even know Drew. You have to remember, in between all the weeks of you being absent for whatever reasons...Blue or grieving, or your beaten face, I’ve gotten to know Drew quite well.”
And there it is, regret for bringing this up. For the love of God, I can’t for the life of me keep my damn mouth shut. Jaz specifically asked me to not repeat what she told me about Gray getting into a brawl with someone who pummeled her beautiful face, hence why she was MIA for three weeks. And now I blew it, and the look on her face is clearly one of a very angry, feisty killer.
To my surprise, Gray doesn’t give a rebuttal. Instead, she pulls money from her wallet and tosses it at me then takes her bags and exits the booth. I scramble to set my money on the table and chase after her into the parking lot. “Gray!” I shout.
Shit, when did it start raining?
The rain is coming down hard, and I have no cover, so my hair is plastered to my face within seconds. There’s a loud crack of thunder that drowns out my calls for Gray to stop, but I manage to catch up to her before she gets into her car. I jerk back on her elbow. “Gray!”
“Back the fuck off, Andi!” she yells at me.
“Come on, Gray. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying...ugh.” My head falls back, and I get a mouthful of water from the sky. I spit it out. “Look, I’ve been through some real shitty relationships, but this one is different. I feel it in my bones, Gray. Can’t you be happy for me? Can you be happy?”
“I am happy!” she snaps. “Everything is changing and it scares me, Andi. There’s too much change in a short amount of time. I can’t process it all. It’s too much.”
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