Moving to Jason’s side, I snag a bottle of sunscreen off the table.
“Want to get your hands on me?” I taunt.
“I keep dreaming if it, doll. Every damn night.”
“How about we keep it PG and you rub some of this on me?” I wag the bottle in front of him before he grabs it out of my hand.”
“You're going to have to take off the top.” He grins.
Sweeping the tank over my head, I hear his swift intake of breath. Clutching the top to my chest, I look over my shoulder.
“What? Does it look bad?”
“Honey, if you looked any hotter, I’d throw you over my shoulder and haul your sexy ass into the house.”
Blushing at his words, I motion for him to get on with it. The first touch of his hands with the cold sunscreen gives me chills. My nipples pebble, and the thin fabric does nothing to disguise them. “A little cold?”
Glancing at him, I see him peeking down at said nipples.
“Quit it, you perv.” He just chuckles.
“I can’t help it. They’re like a magnet for my eyes,” he answers, wagging his eyebrows.
“Hurry up and rub me down.”
Leaning down, he whispers, “I’d like to rub something else on you.”
“Jesus, Jason, don’t talk like that. Not out here. Not when there’s not a damn thing we can do about it right now.”
At my words, he clutches my shoulders.
“Mal?”
“I think…I think I’m ready.”
“Are you sure? I’m not going to rush you.”
“You’ve made that very clear. You hardly touch me now unless I touch you first.”
“I don’t want to scare you. I said this was at your pace and I meant it. I can wait. I’ll wait forever if I have to. My dick may fall off, but it’ll be worth it.” He leans his head down until it’s resting on the back of mine.
“And that’s why I love you,” I say, then blanch, resisting the urge to slap a hand over my mouth. I close my eyes, hating how those words slipped right past my lips without any preamble. Butterflies swarm in my belly, turning into nervous flutters as Jason remains silent behind me. “Um, I…I have to go,” I mutter, pulling myself from his arms and flouncing off before I can embarrass myself any further.
Once I make it to Kristen’s side, I sneak a look over my shoulder, then turn back quickly at the most intense look of shock on his face. You’d need to scrape his jaw off the concrete.
“Why is he looking at you like that?” Kristen’s eyes dart back and forth between the two of us, like she’s watching a tennis match.
“I kinda let it slip that I love him.”
“That would explain the look. I guess it was the first time you told him?”
“Yup.”
The moment the word leaves my mouth, Jason spins me around and kisses me like he hasn’t seen me in years. Like I’m the air he breathes. It’s the most amazing feeling in the world. Finally, he releases my lips and rests his forehead against mine. Gazing into my eyes, all I can see is the love he feels for me.
“I think I’ve loved you forever. Forever and ever, amen.”
I grin up at him. “Isn’t that a Randy Travis song?”
His only response is to kiss me again.
Winding down the day with a glass of wine while sitting in chaise lounges next to my girls, I’m the most content I have been in a long time.
But drama was the name of the game today.
Mainly between Camryn and her bitch of a sister.
When Camryn came out in her swimsuit, a very pretty royal blue tankini, her sister started in, telling he how brave she was to wear that suit in public with hips that big. That she hoped Camryn’s huge tits didn’t pop out of the top. Or how all the calories she had eaten would go straight to her ass—”oops too late.”
Man, what a bitch. It makes me happy I’m an only child.
By the time Adam finally dragged her hateful ass away from the party, I was ready to go psycho. I don’t understand how people can be so mean, especially to family. With each spiteful comment, you could see Camryn sink into herself, and Isaac getting more and more pissed off.
Happily, I watched as Issac stalked over to Adam. I couldn’t hear what was said, but it was just after that when Adam grabbed Addyson’s arm and physically hauled her out of the party. Was it petty of me to clap as she was led away? The glare she threw my way was worth it.
Anyway, after Queen Bitch left, Camryn let loose. Kristen had made her famous margaritas, and we’re on pitcher number three. Or, I should say, Kristen and Camryn are. Those two are feeling no pain. Derek and Isaac are keeping a close watch on them, neither letting them out of their sight. As good as those margaritas are, I wasn’t taking a chance. If tonight is the night I give myself to Jason, I want to remember it all. From the fiery looks he's been shooting my way all day, it’s in the realm of possibilities.
“Camryn, Mallory,” Derek’s mom says walking up to us, and I turn my attention toward her. “When you go up the stairs, there are four bedrooms. Two on each side. Pick whichever ones you want to stay in. I put fresh sheets on the bed and fresh towels in the bathroom. Make yourselves at home.”
“Thanks, Lynn. It’s very sweet of you to let us stay the night.”
“Think nothing of it, Mallory. It’s nice to have a full house. Y’all have a good night.” With that, Derek’s mom walks back inside.
Feeling a presence behind me, I turn to see the man of my dreams.
“You ready to head upstairs?”
Just the way he says it gives me butterflies as my knees grow weak. Am I ready? Yes, yes, I am. Hearing the shuffling of feet, I glance around to see Derek leading Kristen to the pool house, and Isaac half carrying Camryn inside while she giggles.
Turning back to Jason, I grasp the hand he’s offering. When he closes it around mine, it feels like I’m coming home. His warmth bleeds into me.
Leading me up the stairs, I see Isaac exiting the first room on the left. Alone.
“Night, guys,” he says as he passes us in the hall.
“Camyrn out?” I ask curiously.
“I’m sure she will be soon. I made her drink a glass of water and take some Tylenol. Maybe she won’t feel too bad in the morning.” With that, he walks to the door down from hers and goes in.
“Maybe he is a gentleman, after all.”
“A gentleman? Is that what you want.” Opening the first door I come to, I walk inside. When he hesitates, I yank him into the room by the arm.
“I don’t know. Do I want a gentleman?”
Wrapping his arms around me, he roughly pulls me to him, making my heart race.
“Fuck being a gentleman. As much as I have fantasized about you, rubbed one out in the shower thinking of you, I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of this.”
Oh my.
Before I can blink, his lips are on mine. Opening my mouth, his tongue sweeps in to duel with mine. His hands cup my ass as he lifts me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, he walks us to the bed in the center of the room. He kneels down until I’m sitting on the bed, runs his hands up my sides, and pushes up my tank top until it clears my head and disappears somewhere behind me.
Kissing down my jawline, he raises his hands to the swimsuit ties at the back of my neck. Pausing, he looks me in the eyes before pulling them loose, and his hesitation means so much to me. Giving him a little nod, he smiles and pulls. As the top falls, his eyes stay with mine.
His hands travel from my neck down my arms, then back up to my chest, his gaze following, until, finally, he cups my breasts, thumbs flicking my hard nipples. Moaning at the sensation, I push more firmly into his hands.
“They’re more than I imagined. And I imagine them a lot.”
His hot mouth covers my nipple, tongue twirling around the bud, teeth nipping, sending electric sparks to my clit. Clutching his head, my hips undulate on the bed.
“Jason,” I gasp out, and he
chuckles against my breast before switching to the other side and giving it the same attention. Hands traveling further down, his mouth follows, placing hot, wet kisses down my sternum, to my belly. His fingers twine in the ties at my waist, then pause. I glance down to see him looking up at me for a sign I’m still okay. Instead of nodding this time, I smile and push his head back down. As soon as the ties are free, he pulls the bottoms off, and my hips rise.
Running his hands up my thighs, he wraps those big hands around, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I fall back, and my thighs are spread as his broad shoulders separate them. I feel the roughness of his stubble on the inside of my thighs before the hot swipe of his tongue licks straight up my center. One of my hands clenches the sheets beside me while the other shoots to grasp the back of his head. Swipe after swipe, he settles in like it’s his last meal. Each time he reaches my clit, he flicks his tongue faster against the nub, shooting me higher and higher. Sensing I’m close, he continues his assault, then pushes one large finger into my pussy. At the slight pain, I fly, calling out his name.
Floating back to earth, he has my legs in the crook of his elbows, his sheathed cock poised at my entrance, the head probing. When our gazes lock, he slowly begins to push in, his dick stretching me wide. Slowly, oh so slowly, he moves, until he bottoms out.
“I said fuck being a gentleman, right?”
At my nod, he pulls back, the slide creating delicious friction. When only the head remains, he slams back in, and my breath catches.
“Fuck, you feel good. Tight, Hot. Wet,” he grits out.
“Jason,” I breathe.
“Yes, say my name. Let me hear you.”
Back and forth, his hips piston and the slapping of his flesh against mine sounds indecent in the otherwise quiet night. With each thrust, he hits that spot inside me that makes me hotter than a firecracker. When he lifts my legs slightly higher in his arms, the angle changes, and with that thrust, I scream his name loudly, uncaring if I wake the damn whole house. My vision dims as the orgasm rushes through me. With a couple more pumps of his hips, he stiffens against me, muttering under his breath.
Lowering my legs, he moves to lie down beside me, but catches himself. Instead, he walks out of the room, and I watch that hard ass move until he’s out of my line of sight, because let’s face it, he’s broken me. I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to. He comes back with a warm, wet rag to clean me up. I should be embarrassed, but I’m too damn tired. Leaving the rag on the floor, he pulls back the covers. Lifting me up, he places me under the covers and climbs in beside me, wrapping me in his arms. Now, I’ve come home.
I wake alone the next morning, feeling deliciously sore. I lost track of the number of times he took me last night. The man was insatiable, but so was I. The feel of his hard body covering mine, the tightening of the muscles in his back, the power of his thighs. Yum. Looking around the room, I spot the bag I had brought with me and smile when I realize Jason had gone and gotten it out of his truck at some point. I take a quick shower and hurry to dress.
Opening the bedroom door, the smell of bacon assaults me and my stomach growls. The slight click of a door has me looking down the hall and seeing Camryn coming out of the room in a shirt—not her shirt, and not the room she went to sleep in. My eyes widen.
When she sees me, she pauses, and the blush that covers her face is telling.
“One night stand, huh? Looks like a repeat to me, Cam.” I chuckle as she tries to pull the shirt lower.
“Oh my God. What the hell did I do?” she cries out, covering her face with her hands.
“I don’t know, but I hope you enjoyed it.”
As she passes by, she mutters, “Too damn much,” and shuts the door to the room behind her. I glance at the door she came out of to see Isaac standing there in a pair of shorts, staring at the door that just closed. The expression on is face is disappointment. As if sensing my look, he runs a hand through his hair, shoots me a smile, and shuts the door.
I guess we all had a good night. But at what cost?
Jason
Looking back over the past couple months, I realize I have all I want in life. Not the money and the fame—stuff I never really strived for—but the heart of the woman I love. When my lease was up, she decided I could move in with her, and I don’t think I’ve ever packed so quickly in my life.
It hasn’t been all sunshine and roses. As much as we love each other, it’s still an adjustment to live with someone else when you’ve been alone for a while. I haven’t lived with anyone else since I left the military My neat, orderly life is constantly disrupted by a messy little spitfire, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The band has decided to take a break. We’ve had several platinum albums and enough new music we haven’t released that we shouldn’t have to worry about momentum. The plan is to return to the studio after the New Year and no touring until next summer. With everything that’s happened with Brett, Derek, and the rest of us, Brian is afraid we are going to burn out. As a band, we sat down and discussed all our options. Since Brian discovered us, it seems we have been going non-stop. Between being in the studio and the almost constant touring, I can see how he would worry about that and thank God he’s not a money hungry manager with dollar bill signs in his eyes.
The guys and I continue to meet at the gym for our daily workouts and some bonding, but our previous comradery is not there. Things between Brett and Derek remain stilted. There’s no easy laughter or giving Isaac hell about his flavor of the night—not that there’s been a flavor of the night since the pool party. Mallory told me she caught Camryn leaving Isaac’s room that next morning, and whatever happened between them changed the man.
But Mallory and I are making it work. She quit working every shift offered to her so she can spend her off days with me, and I live for those days—sleeping in, snuggling, waking her up, and making love to her.
Leaving the gym, my phone dings. Pulling it out of my pocket, Mallory’s name flashes across the screen.
Mal: Are you on your way home?
Me: Just leaving the gym. Be home in a few.
Mal: Good. I need you.
Me: You okay?
Mal: No. I’ll explain when you get here.
Mal: You may want to call the lawyer I had before.
With that statement, I pause. Why the hell would she need a lawyer? Jumping in my truck, I haul ass back to the apartment.
Hustling up the stairs, I throw open the door to find a strange man sitting on the couch. Mallory is standing by the bar, wiping it down with a rag.
“Okay, what the hell is going on? Who the hell are you?” I ask, addressing the man in my living room.
As he stands, he pulls a wallet out of his pocket and flashes a badge.
“My name is Detective Rheinhard. I need to have Ms. Stephens come down to the station to answer some questions in regards to the death of Josh Anderson Buchanan.”
“I thought we cleared this up and no charges were going to be filed?”
“Apparently, after reviewing the case, DA Johnson has decided to look further into the matter.”
“What the hell? Can he do that?”
“Yes, he can. Now, just so you’re aware, I was the lead detective in Kristen Daniel’s stalking case, so I do have some history with the deceased. Ms. Stephens wanted to wait for you to arrive before she went down to the station. I advised her a lawyer would not be a bad idea either.”
“Why would you do that? I thought cops liked it when the accused doesn’t have a lawyer.”
“Because I don’t think this is all on the up and up. This was originally declared self-defense, case closed after the investigation was completed. Now, all of a sudden, Mr. Victor Buchanan blows into town throwing his weight around, and the case is reopened.”
“Victor Buchanan? Of Buchanan Enterprises?”
“That’s the one.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Wait,” Mallory asks, confused. “Who
is Victor Buchanan?”
“Babe, he’s one of the most influential men in Texas. And has more money than Bill Gates.”
“And he’s also the deceased’s father.”
Whipping my head back around to the detective, I can only imagine the look of shock on my face. “What?”
“Yes, his only child, heir to the throne, so to speak. And he’s not happy no one is going to pay for the death of his son. He wants to crucify someone, and that would be Ms. Stephens.”
“I need to call the lawyer. Can we just meet you at the station?”
“I don’t have a problem with that. Please just make it as soon as possible. It’s just questioning. Ms. Stephens, you are not under arrest. Here’s my card. Call me when you’re on the way.” He pulls a card from his pocket and hands it to me.
“Thank you.”
“For what it’s worth, Ms. Stephens, I believe you are in the right in this case. And I will do all I can to maintain that.”
Heading to the station, I glance over at Mallory and see her twisting the edge of the shirt. Reaching over, I twine my fingers with hers.
“It’s going to be okay, Mal. You have to believe that.”
“I don’t think I did anything wrong. It’s just disheartening that there is someone out to get me for defending myself and saving my friend’s life.”
“Mr. Vickers is going to meet us at the station. Hopefully, we can get all of this settled quickly and put it behind us.”
Pulling into the station, I find a parking spot with relative ease. About the time I kill the truck, my phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Livingston, this is Charles Vickers. I just wanted you to know I am here and waiting for you and Ms. Stephens in the lobby.”
“We just parked and will be in there in a minute.”
“Very good.”
Hanging up, I raise her hand and kiss the back of it.
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