Sweetest Obsessions - Anthology

by Anthony, Jane

Devon

  Luckily, nobody we know is in the lobby when we return.

  Anyone with eyes would be able to tell we just had sex. It’s written all over our bodies.

  I don’t even know how to process what just happened.

  I knew sex with Jade would be out-of-this-world good.

  But that back there on the cliffs? That was more.

  More intense.

  More incredible.

  More intimate.

  That last one is what scares me.

  Intimacy and I don’t mix.

  That’s why I keep my dalliances casual and brief.

  No morning afters, no drawn out chats, nothing to suggest I want anything serious or long-term. Or even short-term. One night usually does it for me.

  But as Jade and I take the elevator to her floor and walk down the hallway to her room, I know I’m in brand new territory.

  And the scariest part?

  I don’t want to stop.

  I’m backing her up against the wall as soon as we step inside her room.

  I’m already so hard you wouldn’t think it possible I just had the biggest fucking orgasm of my life not thirty minutes ago.

  “Devon.” Jade wraps one leg around my waist and grinds against me. “Should I turn off the lights?”

  Christ, I love when she says my name. “I’d rather leave them on,” I murmur. “I want to see you when you come this time.”

  I unzip her dress for the second time in an hour, but this time, I intend to see all of her.

  The fabric hits the floor, and Jade steps out of it. Now she’s in nothing but that black lacy thong I had some fun with earlier. I run my finger down the front of the thong, making Jade moan. The lace is soaked through, and I step into her, slipping my hand inside the fabric. I touch her until she’s writhing against my hand, and then I turn her around.

  I drop to my knees and gently nibble the bottom of her ass. Jade’s bracing her arms on the wall, and I shift her hips until she’s bent over just enough for what I want to do.

  I drag the lace panties down her ass and to her ankles. As soon as she steps out of them, I spread her apart with my thumbs and press my mouth to her hot, wet center. She tastes like honey and sin, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

  “Devon, oh God.” She bucks so fast I nearly fall backward.

  I stroke the inside of her thigh. “Do you like that?”

  “God, yes.”

  I go back for more, and this time, I don’t hold back.

  I suck and lick her everywhere, and just when she’s gasping my name, I thrust my tongue inside her sweetness.

  Rippling and trembling, she shatters all over my mouth.

  I’m as turned on as if I just came myself. While she’s still recovering, I stand up. I unzip my pants and am just lining up to enter her when I remember.

  Fuck. I never forget this. But I just almost did.

  “What’s wrong?” Jade looks at me over her shoulder.

  “Nothing. I just…have no more condoms with me.”

  She turns fully around now. “None with you as in right here, right now, or at all?”

  “I’ve got some in my room,” I say.

  She gives me a quick peck. “So let’s just go there.”

  Makes sense. But as she throws on sweatpants and a t-shirt, I’m still shaking my head at myself. As a professional athlete, I know not to take risks like skipping protection.

  And I know I’m already way in over my head.

  Jade follows me out the door and up the two floors to my room.

  And it’s like déjà-vu.

  We’re all over each other the second the door closes and we’re alone. Within seconds, our clothes are off and I’ve picked Jade up in my arms. She kisses my neck while I grab a condom out of my bag, and we stumble to the bed. I lay her down but pull her ankles so that her ass is half off the bed, and then I stand between her legs.

  “Can I fuck you like this?” I ask her bluntly.

  I want her permission, but I also want to see her blush. Turns out I get both.

  I roll on the condom and sink into her wet heat in one thrust.

  And fu-uck. She feels even better than the first time. My balls are already tightening, and I haven’t even moved.

  Jade looks up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes that not a single person in the world could possibly have the same color as, and she curls her finger at me.

  She wants me closer.

  I swallow hard and grab her knees in my hands, bringing her legs tightly around me.

  “If I fuck you in this position, you’ll feel it more deeply,” I say as an excuse to stay upright. “Do you want that?”

  “No,” she says, surprising the hell out of me. “I want you closer to me so I can kiss you.”

  And I do what I’ve never done before in the bedroom—I break.

  Leaning all the way over, I use my arms on either side to brace myself on top of her. Jade takes my face in both of her hands and kisses me furiously.

  And suddenly, I’m making love to her.

  I drive into her harder.

  She moans louder.

  And I’m barely holding on.

  But I want her to come again first. I want to feel her explode around me.

  “Jade.” I look at her face, already flushed from her three orgasms tonight. “Give it to me, babe.”

  “I…can’t,” she moans.

  “Why not?”

  She opens her eyes. “Not when you’re on top like this. I…never have in this position.”

  “Bullshit you can’t come this way.”

  I take one of her legs and shift it further back. It changes the angle so I can drive into her deeper. “I’m not coming before you, Jade.”

  “Devon, please.” Her breath is shallow. “You can. I don’t mind.”

  But she’s closer than she thinks. I know she is. And I’m not about to miss what’s probably my last chance to see Jade orgasm. With her working for the Cougars, we both know this can’t go anywhere. Whether I’m using that as an excuse or not isn’t relevant. I need to see Jade come.

  I nudge her knee out, and she opens wide for me and moans.

  She’s so fucking responsive.

  Jade’s eyes are still closed, but her fingers grip my back hard.

  She wants something more from me.

  “So close,” she mumbles. “God, I’m so close…”

  I shift again, pulling all the way out before driving in again hard. And Jade just fully opens up. I groan as she goes over the edge, letting out a trembling shout and calling my name as her orgasm shakes me to my core.

  She spasms so intensely around me that my own release sneaks up on me. I explode inside her, driving into her so deep that I don’t think I’ll ever come out.

  “Fuck.” My orgasm finally comes to an end, but what just happened has thrown me sideways.

  What the hell? That was some kind of voodoo orgasm. My entire body felt that release.

  And I don’t want to separate from her. I shift us so her head is on my chest and our legs are tangled together, and I’m still happily buried inside her heat.

  Jade is a goddess in bed.

  I am so totally fucked.

  Because I can’t do more than this. But as I snuggle closer to her, for the first time that I can remember on this date of the year—the anniversary of the day my life changed forever—I fall asleep without being drunk off my ass. I fall asleep with a woman in my arms, and I don’t feel like my heart is broken. I feel like it’s healing.

  Jade

  On my sister’s wedding day, I wake up blissfully sore and with Devon’s strong arm like a steel band around my naked body.

  I nearly passed out after that last orgasm, and I barely remember getting under the covers.

  Last night with Devon was the most intensely sexual experience of my life. But it was more than that. It was sweet and real, and we connected on a deeper level than just physically.

  However, now that I�
��m awake and it’s daylight, the potential consequences of what we did last night hit me. I need to end this now before things get awkward.

  I lift Devon’s huge-ass arm, no easy feat, off of me, and start to slip out of his bed.

  Before I’ve gotten my first leg out, a huge hand grabs my waist and drags me back into the middle of the bed.

  “Why are you trying to sneak out?” Devon’s gruff morning voice says.

  I force myself to say the truth. “Because we broke the team rules last night. We shouldn’t have done…that.”

  Talk about a buzz kill.

  But Devon’s deep chuckle in my ear sounds clearly amused.

  “Do I need to give you another orgasm to relax you?”

  I turn over so I can face him and make him see how serious this situation is.

  Okay, turning over was a mistake.

  God, he’s sexy in the morning.

  I forgot what that five o’clock shadow does to his jawline, and how much it brings out the blue shade of his eyes. And now that we’ve been naked together, and still are, I can’t help but touch him.

  I rest my hand on his rock-hard chest and start mindlessly stroking him. “Devon, I’m serious. My job is at stake. Your job could be at stake. After what happened with your teammate, your coach was pretty adamant about his position.”

  “I get it.” Devon pats my bare ass.

  God, that feels good.

  “But we’re not in L.A. Right? So, how about we make up our own rules for the O.C., and when we return to L.A., AKA real life, we’ll go back to being work colleagues and housemates and nothing more.”

  The thought of never having sex with Devon again makes me nearly choke, but I consider his compromise. “So, while we’re in the O.C., we keep having sex, and then when we leave the O.C., we stop.”

  “Exactly.”

  I pretend to think it over.

  But Devon’s hand has found my breast, and his finger is tracing my nipple again.

  “You’re cheating,” I say in mock annoyance. “You know how I love when you touch me like that.”

  He lowers himself so his tongue is now tracing the same path on my taut nipple.

  “Okay, I say, acting like I hadn’t already decided. “Let’s do it. Okay?”

  Devon’s mouth latches onto my nipple. “Mm-hmm.”

  And I surrender to the utterly fantastic feeling of waking up naked with Devon Wilkens.

  17

  Two orgasms later, I rush from Devon’s hotel room down to mine, where I take the world’s fastest shower and then go meet Paris and California for breakfast at the hotel restaurant.

  They take one look at my face and start smiling.

  “So-o.” Paris raises her dark eyebrows, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Guess your sister’s wedding weekend isn’t so bad after all, huh?”

  I shush her and glance around us. “We have to discuss this in code or something,” I whisper. “No one else can know.”

  At the way Paris fidgets, I cave. “Fine. You can tell Caleb and London. But that’s it.”

  We all go silent as the waitress comes to take our order. Once she’s gone—

  “Cole’s going to know in two seconds,” Paris says. “Your mom and sister—no. They don’t notice much outside of their own little bubble. But your brother’s going to know.”

  “I’ll deal with Cole,” I say.

  “You really think somebody here will snitch to the Cougars?” Cali asks me.

  “No, I think somebody here would be clueless enough to say something that will get back to someone on the Cougars,” I tell her.

  “How will you keep it secret when you guys get back to town?” Paris asks.

  “We’re going to stop then. We made plans to only do this here. This weekend.”

  Paris and California look at each other.

  “What?” I say. “It’s a sensible plan. A good plan.”

  “Sensible, maybe,” Paris says. “Good, no. It’s a terrible, shitastic plan.”

  “Why?” I demand.

  She tugs at the messy bun on the top of her head and loosens her hair so it falls in perfect waves over her shoulders. “Because you actually, really like Devon. This isn’t some random you’re having casual sex with. You two have a history.”

  “So what?” I can feel the panic rising in my throat. “People do things like this all the time. I can do it. You and Caleb even started this way.” Realizing that just makes her point, I stop talking.

  “Exactly.” Paris points at me. “And I was lying to myself.”

  Another moment of silence as the waitress brings our meals. We dig into our plates of food. I, for one, am ravenous. All that exercise with Devon has given me quite an appetite. I take a bite of my pancake and nearly moan over how good it is.

  Finally taking a break from snarfing down my food, I put down my fork and twirl a lock of red-tipped hair around my finger. “Look. Last night was amazing. But I was off, vulnerable. Devon came with me so I could disperse my father’s ashes, and one thing led to another…people have sex after funerals all the time! I’m sure it’s very common.”

  Paris and California’s eyes nearly pop out of their heads. “He came with you to disperse your dad’s ashes?” Cali confirms.

  “Yes. I asked him if he would.”

  Another look passes between them.

  “Now what?” I ask them, feeling all hot and bothered.

  “Honey, you’re in deep.” Cali puts her hand on mine. “And I can relate to how scary that is. But denying it to yourself will just make things harder.”

  After breakfast, I return to bed. My own bed this time.

  I need sleep. I need clarity. I need to do my yoga practice, which I’ve completely skipped since I got here. I need…

  Rap, rap!!

  At the knock on my door, I push back the covers and get up.

  “There you are!” Melody grabs my arm. “We’re late for our hair appointments!”

  I try to get out of it, but my sister won’t be stopped.

  “Your hair’s a mess, Jade.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You know what I mean. You need to look better than this for my wedding. I insist.”

  And I’m off to the hair salon with Mom and Melody. I actually fall asleep in the chair, and by the time I return to the hotel, I feel refreshed.

  The pale green maid of honor dress Melody chose for me is actually quite flattering and stylish. It only goes to mid-thigh, which highlights my legs, and two criss-cross straps across the back make the dress summery and sexy at the same time. My boobs look bigger than they are with the way the fabric clings in the front, and it tapers in the waist, which works with my thin figure.

  I hug her and we have a moment of sisterly bonding I’m not used to.

  And then, my sister gets married.

  The ceremony is short, the picture-taking portion even shorter, and my moment of walking down the aisle with Devon goes smoothly. He grins at me as we reach the end of the seats.

  “Thanks for being my partner,” he says.

  His tone is light and casual, but his statement feels anything but.

  I squeeze his hand. “Anytime.”

  Because everything is at the hotel, we just cross the hall to the reception, and the lack of travel time makes the entire experience quite relaxing. Neil and I even manage to chat for almost five minutes without a hitch, and he tells me how he doesn’t want Melody to drop out of school.

  “That was her decision. I’m still trying to talk her out of it,” he says.

  “Good. I hope you can. She doesn’t listen to me at all.”

  He grins. “I don’t think she really listens to anybody.”

  A hand barely touches my back, and I know Devon’s behind me.

  He congratulates Neil, and then we end up dancing with Melody, Cole, Paris, and Caleb. Paris and I drag Cali out to the dance floor, and she eventually convinces London to join us.

  Cole pulls me aside. “So you’re slee
ping with the football player.”

  I roll my eyes. “Come on. He has a name.”

  “Fine. You’re sleeping with Devon.” His lip quirks up. “I’m getting this is a new development?”

  “God, do you spend your time watching me?” I complain.

  “No, I spend my time watching out for you,” he says.

  “This is no big deal,” I say to him. “It’s casual.”

  “You don’t do casual,” he says back.

  “How do you know? We don’t live together. I could be doing casual every night of the week in L.A.”

  His eyes fill with concern. “You like him a lot, don’t you?”

  I cross my arms. “Why is everyone saying that to me?”

  “Because it’s true.” He pulls me in for a hug. “And it’s obvious. And we love you.”

  “I know you do. But I’m okay. I’m good.”

  The party is winding down when Devon beckons to me from across the room. When I reach him, he says in my ear, “You want to get out of here?”

  Yes.

  Everyone says goodbye, and I promise Paris and Cali I’ll visit Boston soon.

  “You’re more than welcome to come too, Devon,” Paris says to him.

  I shoot her a look, but she just puts on her innocent Paris face.

  “I love introducing people to Boston,” she says.

  Caleb concurs as he and Devon shake hands. They hit it off this weekend, and they exchange numbers.

  Devon and I let them all go ahead to the elevators, and he suggests a walk on the beach.

  As soon as we’re alone, he dips his head and kisses me.

  “Been wanting to do that all damn night,” he says as we finally break apart. “I hated not being able to touch you.”

  “Me too,” I admit. “It was harder than I realized it would be.”

  We keep the walk short, and soon we’re in Devon’s room, tearing each other’s clothes off.

  Before Devon can carry me to bed, I push him against the wall and drop to my knees.

  “Christ, Jade.” His tone is rough as I take him fully into my mouth. “Oh, shit.”

  He’s big and hard with a velvety-soft tip, and I’m in heaven as I suck him.

  “Love feeling your tongue on me,” he mutters, his hands tangling in my hair. “Take me harder. As hard as you can, babe. That’s right…fuck.”