She silenced him with a kiss. Long, deep. A kiss designed to make a man forget his name. To forget everything. His breath hitched in his chest, his mind nearly blank when she slowly pulled her mouth from his. Sultry blue eyes, so deep and wide, gazed into his, hiding nothing as she watched him.
“I want you.”
Tyler froze for one long second, afraid to trust his ears, afraid he’d heard her wrong. But he didn’t, not when her words were so clearly reflected in her gaze. All hesitation, all thoughts of repercussions, disappeared in an instant. He leaned forward, captured her mouth with his. Seeking, claiming. Possessing.
His hands snagged the hem of her sweater, his thumbs grazing bare flesh as he slid it up and over her head. His fingers shook as he unclasped her bra and dragged the straps down her arms. Her mouth crashed against his as their hands, hungry to touch and feel and learn, roamed over each other. His shirt landed in a heap at their feet. Her boots went flying as she kicked them off. Tyler grabbed her hands, stopping her as she reached the button of her wool slacks. Could she see the hunger in his eyes? Did she know it was a reflection of the hunger flashing in her own gaze?
He eased her back on the bed, her legs hanging off the side, then crawled up her body. Flesh skimming flesh. Hot. Needy. His mouth closed over hers. Nipping. Teasing. Tasting. Her back arched and she reached for him but he pulled away and shook his head.
“No. I need to taste you.” The words were nothing more than the truth but they did so little to explain the urgent hunger throbbing through his veins. He trailed his lips along her jaw, down across her delicate throat to the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder. He nipped with his teeth, his cock throbbing as she squirmed beneath him with a low moan. Nails dug into his flesh as her fingers traced the column of his spine and dipped into the waistband of his jeans.
“Take them off.”
He shook his head and claimed her mouth for another kiss, this one fast and hard. “Sweetheart, these jeans are the only thing stopping me from driving my cock deep inside your wet pussy right now.”
Her eyes widened. At his language? Or at the huskiness of his voice that turned each word into a hungry growl? She moaned, long and low, and rocked her hips against his.
“Then do it.”
And fuck. He wanted to. God, how he wanted to. But not yet. Not until he had the chance to taste every inch of her skin. Not until he discovered how she liked to be touched. Not until he memorized every dip and curve of her sweet body.
He kissed her again, caught her lower lip between his teeth and sucked as she rocked against him. And fuck, those sounds she made. Little whimpers of need and desire, each one striking something deep inside of him. He groaned and worked his way down her body, filled his hands with the weight of her breasts. He cupped each one and squeezed them together, dipped his head and ran his tongue along smooth tender flesh. Her nipples hardened even more, tight peaks of dark rose. He pulled one into his mouth, drawing it hard against the roof of his mouth and sucking.
Jenny moaned, her back arching, her breast filling his mouth as her hand clamped around the back of his head and held him in place. He sucked even harder, pulling the tight peak between his teeth and nipping. She moaned again, louder, her hips rocking faster as she hooked one leg around his. Reaching. Searching.
He eased his mouth away from her nipple and looked down at her. Beautiful. Wanton. So fucking sexy, with her head tilted back and her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each short breath. He wanted to stare at her all night, wanted her image emblazoned on his memory, seared into his mind.
He wanted more nights like this. Wanted this night to never end. And he hadn’t even gotten started yet.
She shifted under him, her lids fluttering open, her dusky blue eyes filled with need. Her fingers tangled in his hair, teased the ends where they brushed against his neck. Then she dropped her hand, dragged it up along her side, her fingers closing over the peak of one tight nipple. Squeezing. Rolling. Pulling.
Fuck. His cock throbbed, pain and pleasure mixing as need shot through him. He swallowed back a groan and dipped his head. His tongue darted out, swirling around the tight peak between her fingers. He groaned again when her fingers teased his tongue and nipple at the same time, when her breath caught in her lungs for a heart-stopping few seconds before rushing out in a sharp sigh of need.
“Please, Tyler.”
Fuck yes. Anything. Anything at all for her.
He slid down her body, his fingers fumbling with the button and zipper of her slacks before easing them over her hips. She sighed, her body writhing as she cupped both breasts in her hands. Still squeezing, still rolling each nipple between long supple fingers as he dragged her pants down her legs and tossed them to the floor. He dropped to his knees, grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the mattress. She whimpered and placed each foot against his shoulders, her legs dropping open, her hips arching.
Another sigh, this one longer as she reached down with one hand and slid the lace of her thong to the side, exposing herself, opening herself to his heated gaze. The breath caught in his throat and he watched, his mouth parted, need rushing through him as she reached down and slid one long finger along her clit. Hard, then soft. Back and forth, over and over, her hips reaching to meet each touch.
“Fuck, Jenny. So fucking hot. I could watch you do that all night.”
She lifted her head from the mattress, her gaze meeting his. A small smile teased her mouth, full of desire—and promise. “Then watch.”
He swallowed a groan and dipped his head, swirled his tongue around her clit, tasting her. Feeding off her. Then he sat back, his gaze hungry as her legs dropped to the side, opening her even more.
He reached out with one shaking hand, ran his fingers across her hot flesh then dipped one inside. Tight. Hot. Wet. She moaned, her hips reaching for his touch, demanding more as she teased her clit.
Tyler reached for the snap and zipper of his jeans with his free hand, shoved them down until his cock sprung free. He wrapped his hand around the hard length, his grip strong as he stroked. Over and over, his rhythm matching the thrust of Jenny’s hips as she rode his finger, as she played with her clit.
And fuck, she was so fucking hot. So fucking beautiful, with her head tilted back, the tight points of her nipples crowning the firm flesh of her breasts. Her breathing became sharper, faster. Each thrust of her hips became more pronounced. Reaching. Searching.
And then her breathing stopped, her back arching high off the bed as muscle and flesh tightened around his finger. Tyler released the hold on his cock, reached out and spread her open as he slid another finger into her. She screamed, a low keening cry of release as her climax crashed over her. She grabbed his hand, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, holding his hand in place as her hips rocked, the motion short and jerky.
Tyler clenched his jaw, held himself still as his balls drew tight against him. Fuck, it would so be easy to reach down, to stroke his cock. Once, twice, until his own climax spilled into his hand.
Fuck no. Not yet. Not until he felt the tight muscles of her pussy clench around him. He wanted her to come on his cock, wanted to feel her body squeeze and pulse as he pounded into her.
She released his hand, fell back on the bed with another low cry, this one softer, gentler. Tyler eased his fingers from her tight heat and scrambled for the nightstand. His hand closed over the box of condoms and he pulled one out, kicked his jeans off and sheathed himself then crawled onto the bed. One strong arm wrapped around her, settling her in the middle of the bed.
Her lids fluttered open, her eyes glazed with the aftermath of her orgasm. A small smile teased the corners of her mouth as she reached up and cupped the side of his face with one hand.
He turned his head, brushed her palm with his lips, then leaned down and captured her mouth. Long, searing. Possessing. Him. Her. Both of them.
He shifted, settling himself between her legs. His hands closed over her hips and
he moved her closer, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet entrance. She sucked in a deep breath, her back arching, her hips reaching for him as he dipped a hand behind each of her knees and drew her legs against his chest.
“Tyler…” Her voice was filled with need, breathy, seeking. He pressed a kiss against her calf and offered her a smile filled with promise.
Then he drove his cock into her, damn near shattered as her wet heat tightened around him. Welcoming. Accepting.
And hot. So fucking hot.
He clenched his jaw, held himself still, searched deep to master his control.
A control he fought to master all night long as she shattered around him, again and again and again.
Chapter Ten
Had fun last night.
Jenny glanced down at the phone, a smile spreading across her face at the message. She typed a reply, her fingers flying across the screen.
Me too <3.
She hesitated. Was the heart too much? Yeah, probably. She didn’t want Tyler to take it the wrong way and think she was declaring her love or expecting a commitment or something. She hit the backspace, deleted the heart, and replaced it with a smiley before hitting send. There, better. Nobody could freak out over a smiley.
“What’s so funny?”
Jenny jumped, nearly sending her phone flying. She dropped it in her lap instead then turned, frowning at Jason. “What?”
“I asked what was so funny. You’re sitting over there with a goofy smile on your face.”
“It’s not goofy.”
“Yeah, okay.” He dropped onto the sofa with a muffled sigh, the sound heavy and weary. Jenny watched him, frowning, wondering why he looked so miserable.
She should ask. He was her brother, she should show some concern, maybe try to cheer him up.
“What are you staring at?” Jason’s question came out as a frustrated growl.
Okay, maybe she should just go to her room and hide, because he obviously wasn’t in the mood to be cheered up. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
He grunted then slid to the edge of the sofa, stretching his legs out and propping them on the coffee table. Jenny watched, mildly surprised that he didn’t slide completely off the sofa, then rolled her eyes when he scowled at her.
“Why are you so grumpy? I thought you had a hot date with your new woman.”
He grunted again and crossed his arms in front of him. “I did.”
“And? Didn’t it work out?”
“Yeah—until I had to take her home.”
“I thought she was staying here again.”
“Yeah, so did I.”
“Then why didn’t she? Or did you do something to screw it up already?”
“No, I didn’t screw anything up. Why would you even say something like that? I’m not a complete idiot, you know.”
“Geez, excuse me. I never said you were.”
“No, but you were thinking it.”
“Really? You sound like you’re twelve. Again.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Jenny gave him another eyeroll then shook her head. “Nothing. It means nothing. So. If you didn’t screw up, why did she leave?”
“Her dad used to be a cop.”
“Yeah? So?”
“And she still lives at home.”
“Okay. And? Why was last night any different? She’s been here almost every night this week.” Which was fine by Jenny, because that gave her an excuse to be with Tyler on those nights. Not that Jason knew that—he thought she was crashing at a friend’s place.
“Because…she lives at home. And her dad used to be a cop.”
“Yeah, I got that. What does that have to do with…” Her voice trailed off, her eyes widening in horror. “Jason! Please tell me she’s over twenty-one!”
“What?” He sat up so fast, he nearly slid off the sofa. Jason grumbled, straightened, and planted both feet on the ground. “What the hell, Jennifer. Of course she’s over twenty-one. What the hell kind of guy do you think I am? Christ.”
“I don’t know. The way you’re carrying on, saying she lives at home and everything. What was I supposed to think?”
“How about that I have some morals?”
“Whatever.” Jenny’s phone vibrated and she looked down, biting back a smile at the message flashing across the screen.
Want to grab dinner again?
Her fingers flew across the screen, her smile widening as she answered: How about dessert instead?
“Who are you talking to?”
“Nobody.” Jenny hit the button on the side of the phone, locking the screen just in case Jason decided to get nosey. She had used a text smiley in place of Tyler’s name in her contacts list, but if Jason somehow saw the number, he might recognize it. Better safe than sorry, just in case.
“Yeah? Doesn’t look like nobody, not with the way you’re grinning.”
“It’s nobody. Just a friend. Since when are you so nosey?”
“Since you’re my baby sister, that’s why. This friend doesn’t have a dick, does he?”
“Wow. Real mature, Jason. God. I can’t believe you said that. Do you always have to be so crude?”
“What?”
“I’m your sister, not one of your teammates. And please tell me you don’t talk like that around Megan.”
“Of course not. I’m not stupid.”
Jenny just stared at him, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. He either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. Probably a little of both. And he didn’t catch her subtle dig at the double-standard of his manners, either. It didn’t matter, because it served to distract him, just like she hoped.
Jason heaved another sigh, this one heavy on the dramatics. Then he leaned forward, his clasped hands hanging between his legs, and nodded toward her laptop. “What are you working on?”
“Just my resume.”
“I thought you already had a resume.”
“I do. I’m tweaking it and submitting it to some more places.” Which was true—except she was starting to lose hope. She hadn’t heard back from any of her previous interviews yet, not a single one. Not even to tell her she didn’t get the job. There had to be something out there, though. She wasn’t picky, she’d settle for anything.
Well, almost anything.
Jason didn’t say anything, just made a mumbling sound. Then he leaned back against the sofa and stretched his arms out along the back, still watching her. Now it was her turn to sit back and frown at him.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Just trying to figure out what you’re up to, that’s all.”
“Up to?” Was guilt showing on her face? No, it couldn’t be. She didn’t have anything to be guilty about. Well, except the time she’d been spending with Tyler. And okay, maybe they were doing a little more than just spending time together but still—it wasn’t anything to be guilty about.
Except that Tyler was her brother’s teammate.
Okay, but besides that, she didn’t have anything to feel guilty about.
“Yeah. Up to. You still haven’t told me what’s going on.”
“Nothing is going on.”
“Really? Then how come you quit a job you loved to pick up and move down here? You still haven’t explained that.”
“This again?” She rolled her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh, infusing it with as much impatience as she could muster. Jason wasn’t the only one who could put on the theatrics. “I told you—there’s nothing to explain. I just needed a change of scenery.”
“You know I’m not buying that, right?”
“Don’t know why, because it’s the truth.” And it was—as close to the truth as she’d ever tell him, anyway. She pushed away the niggling guilt that crept around the edges of her conscience. No, she wasn’t lying to Jason—she just wasn’t telling him everything. And she never would. It was too embarrassing. Too personal. Too painful. And her mother was in agreement: better to just try to bury what h
ad happened, to forget about it and move on.
Because that was pretty much the only thing she could do. Nothing else had worked—they had tried that already.
Her phone vibrated again and she glanced down at it, unlocked the screen to scan the text message. Not one, but three.
Dessert sounds perfect.
Whip cream and chocolate happen to be favorites if you’re interested.
Meet at 6?
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Huh?” She looked over at Jason, praying her face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Um, meeting some friends again.”
“Oh.”
“Why’d you say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re disappointed or something.”
“No, I’m not. I was just going to ask if you wanted to go to Mystic’s for a little bit. I’m meeting Megan over there later. Some of the guys will probably be there too.”
“I thought you didn’t want me hanging around your teammates.”
Jason frowned then muttered under his breath. “Yeah, you’re right. Scratch that. They’re all pigs. Stay away from them.”
“Do they know you talk like that about them?”
“Hell yeah. They’d say the same thing, too. Do you need to borrow my car?”
“Would you mind?”
“No, but you’re going to need to drop me off.”
“I think I can handle that.”
“Have you given any more thought to what I said earlier?”
Jenny frowned, tried to give him a fierce scowl—which he completely ignored. How many times had they this conversation in the past week? Too many. “You’re not helping me buy me a car, Jason. I told you, I have money in savings. I just want to wait until one of these jobs come through.”
“If one comes through.”
“That’s not fair—”
“I know. I know. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I was being a jerk.” Jason pushed off the sofa and headed toward the hall leading back to the bedrooms. He hesitated, then reached over and awkwardly patted her on the shoulder. Jenny looked up at him, not bothering to hide her confusion.
“What was that for?”
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