Following her demand, I toed off my shoes and yanked down my pants, boxers and all, in one swoop.
“Of course,” she said with her hand in the air, her palm facing toward the ceiling as she gestured to my body. I was fucking proud of the way that I looked and women in the past didn’t ever seem to mind. “You have to look like freaking perfection. It’s not even fair.”
“Are you done?” I asked, eager to get my hands back on her.
She shook her head, her stare leaving a trail of heat across my skin.
My sanity wasn’t going to last much longer. “Well, you are now.” Bent at the waist, I leaned over her until it forced her to lay back on the bed. My arm wedged between her and the mattress, then I tugged her further on the bed, crawling above her body as we moved. My fingers unhooked her bra and slid one of the straps down her arm and then yanked the material down the other, tossing it aimlessly into my room. Each of her breasts draped to the side and my need to sample them again drove through me. I leaned forward, suckling at the delicate skin a shade lighter than her arms, swirling my tongue around the pink tips.
The pressure from her heels pushed against my ass, urging me closer, but I had other ideas wanting to make her delirious in need. I slipped one of my hands between our bodies, stroking the soaked material of her panties on the outside once, and then twice, then I pushed the material aside and rubbed the slick skin of her folds. The heat emanating from her scorched my fingers but I couldn’t pull back, my only desire was to feel the inside of her core. I needed to make sure that she was ready for me, assuming the asshole that she had been with earlier had a small dick.
Fuck, just thinking about another man giving her pleasure had me considering driving home bareback. But as I slipped one finger into her tight sheath and then another, I knew that my assumptions had been wrong. Her tightness gripped me firmer than a fucking Chinese finger trap and I knew that it had been a while since she had been with any man. At least a man worthy of her.
I tried to pull my hand away and revaluate what we were doing, but Jolee’s hand gripped my wrist and held my hand against her sex and clit.
“If you pull your hand away before getting me off, I swear I will kill you while you sleep,” she seethed and, damn it, it only turned me on more. I loved this vicious side of her. The days where I could rile her up were some of my favorites.
With my thumb, I flicked her swollen clit, watching as her head fell back against the pillows and she closed her eyelids.
Within her channel, I felt her walls begin to quiver as I continued to massage her tight pink pearl. Jolee’s legs clamped around my waist as her orgasm hit and I was hypnotized by the puckering of her mouth. My need to claim her became overwhelming and before she finished her release, I had stripped her bare of her underwear and covered myself with the condom.
I sat back on my heels as I aligned my cock at her entrance that was plump and wet and signaling me forward. My gaze drifted up to hers for a moment, silently asking her if this was what she wanted because regardless of all of our bickering and heated foreplay, I would never do something to her that she didn’t want. The hand that was resting beside her head reached out and gripped my ass, pulling me closer.
I definitely took that as a yes.
Inch by agonizing inch, I slid my cock inside her sex. My body quaked as I held back from thrusting all the way inside as deep as she could take me. I knew she needed some time to adjust and stretch, but I was barely hanging on, and as I filled her up completely, I could feel the sweat begin to bead along my back.
I never had, in all of my sexual years, felt anything like this sweet heaven my cock had buried itself in.
Rocking my hips back, I plunged forward until I was buried to the hilt. My hand slammed against the wall above her head as I plunged in and out of her core. The sound of the headboard boomed in the room as it clanged over and over into the wall. I was certain to have a dent or hole from the damage we were causing, but nothing could have pulled me away from her at this moment.
I was taken off guard when Jolee’s hand pressed against my chest and pushed me back.
Had I hurt her?
But she continued to shove at my shoulder until I was lying flat on my back, sideways on my bed. Jolee lifted one toned leg over my hips until she hovered over my body, my cock seeking out her warmth. A delicate hand reached down and brought my dick in line with her slit and slowly she impaled herself on my erection. Her body settled on top of mine, not moving for a moment, then she leaned forward and placed those pale hands on my chest. Jolee rocked her pelvis up and down in short quick movements, her short nails clawing at my chest, and I had never wanted to tattoo half-moon shapes across my pectorals until then. I’d wear those markings with pride.
Then she did something I didn’t expect. Shifting her body so that she was fully seated on me, Jolee swirled those fucking beautiful hips around my shaft and I was gone. My hands flanked either side of her small waist as I held her body in place. I pistoned my hips up and down into her passage, over and over again as I worked to bring us closer to that crest. I watched enraptured as my cock coated in her honey with every thrust, and at Jolee’s moan, I pulled my eyes away and glanced at her. It was fucking torture, but I was gloriously rewarded as I watched a drop of sweat trail from between her breasts down to the divot of her navel. I was fascinated by its movement until my attention was captured by Jolee’s hand sliding across her mound, heading straight for her clit. She looked like a god damn vision leaning back with one hand on my shin and the other swirling around her bundle of nerves. My release was skyrocketing closer and I needed to make sure that Jolee got hers.
Thankfully her walls chose that moment to squeeze the life out of my cock as she plummeted over the edge toward her climax. Her body stiffened in my hands as I increased the speed of my thrusts. The tingling in my spine was the first indication that my release was near. I sat up and gripped the back of Jolee’s head, plunging my tongue into her mouth as I expelled myself into the latex.
Together we fell back against the bed, my arms wrapping around her shoulders so that she landed firmly on my chest, my cock slipping free from her heat. Our breaths moved in unison and I was worried at how right, at how perfect it felt to be lying here with Jolee after the craziest bout of sex of my life. I wanted to ask her if it was okay. For some reason her feelings actually mattered and I wasn’t clamoring for my clothes and a reason to leave.
She must have sensed my change in thought because without moving her sated body, she said, “If you start talking, I’m going to bite your nipple.” Of course, she made sure to prove her point further by licking the tip of my nipple, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Who’s to say I wouldn’t like it?” I replied.
“Masochist.”
I chuckled as I reluctantly removed myself from beneath her body. “I need to take care of the condom.”
“Okay,” she whispered, lying on her stomach, her head barely hanging off the edge of my bed.
On wobbly legs, I walked over to the trash can beside my desk, pulled the condom off, and tossed it in the bin. When I turn around, I took in her naked body and leaned back against my desk. She had perfect curves and an ass that I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into. And as my erection began to stiffen between my legs, it seemed as if my cock had the same consideration.
“I can feel you staring at me.”
“Hard not to,” I replied as I made my way back toward her. I laid on the bed and, though she resisted at first, I tugged her over to me. Jolee laid her head on my chest and a leg across my thigh. The difference in our skin was alluring – her pallor to my bronze. She had a freckle on her exposed shoulder and I found myself enamored by the small mutation on her skin. I reached across with my hand and ran my fingers through her thick waves, surprised at the softness as they slipped between my digits.
Her breathing became shallow as I continued the strokes and I was convinced she had fallen asleep. I was surprised at myself for
not kicking her out of my bed. But once I slowed my massage, she whispered in a gravelly voice, “If you stop, I will kill you.”
Jolee’s head bobbed as I chuckled and I earned myself a tweak of my nipple by my sadistic companion. “Why so violent?”
“I’d hate for you to know that I’m comfortable right now, but it’s the truth.”
“Worried I’d use it to my advantage?” I inquired as I glided my hand from her hair down the side of her hips and gripped a generous amount of her ass.
In response, Jolee crossed both her arms and perched them on my chest, her brown eyes piercing me with their stare. I felt like I was seeing her for the first time. The light from the outside of the apartment illuminated the room and there was nothing more beautiful than Jolee’s body illuminated by the orange glow.
“You weren’t with another guy tonight, were you?” I asked and she shook her head, some of the blonde strands of hair falling down our sides, tickling my ribs.
“I was at the animal shelter volunteering. We had a late case come in and I was asked to stay.”
“So, no guy?”
“Only one of the black Labrador persuasion. What about you? What lucky female had their chance at the great rogue himself, Ford O’Brien?”
“Well, my mom would say that she’s pretty lucky.”
“You were at your mom’s?” she asked, surprised. Her body jolted at her question.
“Archer and Link came down with the stomach bug and the big babies wanted to be with Tracy, so I was there delivering supplies. I fell asleep on the couch.”
A smile slowly crept across her face. I wasn’t sure if it was due to the knowledge that we both made assholes of ourselves with our assumptions, or that we just spent the better part of an hour fucking each other senseless.
“I guess I shouldn’t feel so bad about all of the noise we caused. I was worried we’d wake them up.”
“Archer probably would have grabbed a bowl of popcorn and watched.”
She giggled at my joke and I couldn’t take being this far away from her anymore. I used my hand to guide her body closer until our lips met. This time we were gentle, explorative, as if we were two young lovers learning each other for the first time. It was the most addictive thing I had ever done – she was going to be my craving.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed there kissing like teenagers, but a monstrous growl sounded from her stomach and ricocheted off the walls.
“Sorry, I missed dinner and you interrupted my lunch.”
What the?
“You should have said something. I would have fed you.”
Pushing herself off my body, Jolee sat in her nakedness, but I could sense that she wasn’t quite comfortable in her skin. Her hair draped over her breasts and she kept her legs tightly pressed together.
“We were a bit busy, Ford.”
Damn it, she was right. But there had been so many days I had gone without food as a kid, at no fault of my mothers, but there were nights we didn’t have much to survive on. Being hungry isn’t something anyone should ever have to experience.
“You’re right,” I told her, and even in the shadows of the room, I could see her eyebrows jut up in surprise. “Let me make you the Ford breakfast of champions.” Standing from the bed I pulled her along with me, my hand clasping hers tightly as I dragged her to the kitchen.
“Does this breakfast come with a side of poison?” she joked with a single brow raised. God, she really was hot when she was in her firecracker mode.
“Nope, not today at least.”
Leaving her at the entrance of the kitchen, I walked to the pantry and grabbed a box of my favorite cereal, one that I shared with no one, and placed it on the counter. I quickly added two bowls, two spoons, and the jug of milk to my array then went to making the perfect bowl of cereal.
“Here you go,” I said smugly as I set the bowl on the peninsula in front of her.
“You eat Cookie Crisp? What are you? Twelve?”
I stared at her in mock horror then reached back for the bowl which I had bestowed upon her. But she swatted my hand away before I could snatch it away.
“How dare you speak poorly of my snack choice. Cookie Crisp is the perfect late-night food choice. And it was my favorite as a kid. I don’t think you’re worthy of my cereal.”
She was giggling now as I argued my point and it took every ounce of my control not to flick my eyes down to where her breasts lightly jiggled with her laugh.
“I’m sorry,” she replied as she took a hearty scoop of cereal and ate it. Her eyes widened in surprise and I shook my head at her reaction. “Wow, these are way better than I remember.”
“Told you.”
We finished our snack and Jolee helped me rinse the bowls and place them in the dishwasher before standing in my kitchen, looking around nervously.
“So, I guess I should probably find my things.”
I took a step closer to her, and then another, my eyes glued to how her chest rose and fell with each breath. The motion grew faster and faster until I was standing right up against her body, then it stopped altogether.
“Why?” I asked as I trailed a finger from the edge of her wrist up her arm and across her shoulder until my hand slid behind the back of her neck.
Breathlessly, Jolee replied, “I figured I’d head upstairs. I thought we were done.”
Gripping her hair gently, I forced her head back so that I could lean closer, nipping the corner of her mouth. “We’re not done until I say we’re done.”
Just as before, our lips brushed across each other’s as I lifted her in my arms and carried her back to my bedroom.
The problem for me was that I wasn’t sure I was ever going to be done with her. And as she fell asleep in my bed with the sun flickering over the horizon, I knew that I was on the verge of doing the one thing I had sworn I wouldn’t. I didn’t get tied up in women. I didn’t let them mess with my mind or my plan. And I knew what I was going to have to do when Jolee woke. I was going to have to turn back into the asshole that I was growing to hate.
The writing on the wall had been there all along through the arguing, the bickering, the side-eyes. I usually deserved most of what she dished out, but it was in retaliation of something I had said or done. She hadn’t deserved any of it.
She had no idea the effect she had on men, especially the ones at the school. She was beautiful, strikingly so, and every male I knew on campus hadn’t had the courage to approach her. And if they knew how she spent her free time, hell, they’d probably start lining up with engagement rings.
My grip on her hip tightened. I hated the thought of her being with anyone else, but I knew this hot and cold match that she and I played wouldn’t last forever. She would grow tired of this game and meet a man that was worthy of her.
But she felt like mine - I wanted her to be mine. But my sperm donor father wasn’t a stupid man. I knew he kept tabs on me and if he ever found out that I had an interest in a woman, he would make sure that relationship fizzled out faster than a tablet of Alka-Seltzer.
It wasn’t just my plan for revenge that I needed to protect, it was Jolee too. She didn’t need to get mixed up in this mess that was my life. There was no mercy where my father was concerned. I actually feared he might do his worst just to spite me.
I worried myself into sleeplessness as Jolee snoozed on my chest, the only movement coming from her was the small up and down motions of her back. I couldn’t fathom the things my father was capable of if the leads Brent had were correct.
The sun shined fully into the room and I knew that I didn’t have much time left in this peaceful bubble that Jolee and I had created for the night. I stared down at her serene face. The soft slope of her nose, the Cupid’s bow of her full upper lip, the small elfish point on the tip of her ears, I was taking it all in. It was probably going to be the last time I was ever this close to her again.
And as much as I wish that I could force her to belong to me, I knew that I was going
to have to let her go.
Chapter Nine – Jolee
The pattering of rain sounded on the window and it kept lulling me in and out of sleep. I wasn’t sure of the time, but from the way my body ached, I was convinced that it must be late in the afternoon. Whenever I pulled late nights at the shelter, my body protested the next day.
I turned over on the bed and reached for my body pillow but came up empty-handed. It wasn’t often that I moved a lot when I slept, but my limbs must have had some residual energy from the long hours.
“Grumph,” I mumbled as I forced my eyes open. My lids were heavy with sleep and exhaustion, and it took longer than normal, but once they were open, I immediately shut them. The chair in the corner and the poster on the wall seemed familiar – except they weren’t mine.
Then everything rushed through my mind like a Formula-One car on a track in Europe. My chest heaved as I worked to catch my breath. I was in Ford’s room, naked.
Oh goodness, what had I done?
Except I knew the answer to that question, it was quite simple. I gave in. We had been fighting each other for so long that we had built this massive mountain made of emotions and hateful words. It wasn’t going to take much to send us careening off the sides into the sea of desire crashing like waves along the edges.
And the splash from the fall was as volatile as the climb.
I watched the rain splatter against the windowpane, the droplets slipping and sliding against each other as they made their descent. I felt like those raindrops, determined to stay on my own path until something collided into me and I was knocked off course. David had been the first and I had sworn that there wouldn’t be a chance for another. But I had never planned on Ford.
A car alarm sounded off in the distance and I knew that I had wasted enough time. Closing my eyes, I turned back over on the bed until I was facing the other direction.
One. Two. Three.
Holding my breath, I opened my eyes only to find the other side of the bed empty. I released a heavy sigh, unsure if I was feeling angered or grateful that Ford wasn’t lying on the other side of the mattress.
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