by Jenny Penn
It was like touching the sun, and the light seared right through her, leaving Maryanne too weak to do anything but collapse down onto the floor. Jason came with her. They ended up in a sweaty, heaving heap of tangled limbs, still connected by the hard shaft filling her pussy.
They stayed that way for long minutes before Jason muttered a curse under his breath and began to pump his hips once again. Maryanne’s eyes rounded, the shockwaves of her climax making her cunt pulse, leaving the walls of her sheath so sensitive that every thrust was on the verge of painful because it felt so good.
They were lying side by side, face to face, their gazes locked on one another as Maryanne slid her leg up his thigh and arched into his thrusts. This time Jason was the one who took command, keeping them at a steady rhythm that grew in intensity. The moment was fueled by the heat being generated between them, and Maryanne felt hypnotized, spellbound by the look in his eyes.
The dark blue color of his gaze had given over to the darkness of night, making his eyes liquid pools as deep as the ocean and as fascinating as the possibility of what lived within the turbulent sea. Maryanne felt her heart ache to know the answer, but there wasn’t time to find it. The pressure was building anew, bringing with it a rising tide of heat that flushed through her as she began to quiver and tremble with the first quakes of another climax.
This one hit the same as the first, in a blinding rush that had her crying out as Jason’s hips picked up speed. Jason fucked her with a ruthless abandon as his head tipped back with a howl. Then she felt the hot flood of his seed fill her body as the ecstasy flooding through her claimed the last of Maryanne’s strength and she blacked out.
Maryanne didn’t know how long she’d passed out for, but when she woke up, she found herself in bed with Jason stretched out beside her. He was wide-awake and holding her favorite vibrator. It was big, but not as big as Jason. That didn’t stop him from eyeing it like a rival he was annoyed to have found out about.
Smiling over that thought, Maryanne rolled to her side and cuddled up next to Jason before delivering a well-aimed blow.
“I see you found Collin.”
“Collin?” Jason lifted a brow at that, glancing down at her with a frown. “You named your vibrator after my cousin?”
She hadn’t really. She didn’t name toys, but Maryanne did love aggravating Jason. “I named my bullet after you.”
“Your bullet?” Jason snorted at that revelation. “I get a three-inch vibrating egg, and Collin gets a eight-inch plastic cock?”
“Are you suggesting he has something more to offer?”
“Are you suggesting you want to know what he has to offer?” Jason countered before nodding toward the cell phone resting on the nightstand. “Because I can call him up. I bet he’d be glad to join us.”
He wasn’t kidding. Maryanne had heard the rumors about how Jason and Collin liked to tag team their lovers. She wasn’t ready to take that step. She didn’t even know if she was ready to take the step she’d already taken, but there was no going back right then. There was only preventing things from going further. Maryanne knew just how to do that.
“Maybe some other time,” she finally answered as she shifted beneath the sheets, sliding over Jason’s hard, naked length until she was smiling down into his frown. “Right now, I’ve got a different idea.”
Before he could ask what, she kissed him, tipping her head to rub her lips gently against his before allowing her tongue to lick out in an invitation Jason didn’t deny. Jason opened his mouth and let his tongue come out to duel with hers in an erotic dance that had her melting over him.
Her legs split around his waist, opening up her cunt as the hardening length of his dick pressed through her folds to grind up against her clit and set off a firestorm of delight that had her pumping her hips against him. It would have been so easy to give in to the moment and take him for a ride, but Maryanne had other ideas.
Breaking free of his lips, she began to kiss and nibble her way down his neck and across the hard planes of his chest. His muscles trembled beneath her lips, his breath sucking in hard as she found the pierced tip of his nipple. Maryanne teased the small jewel, flicking it back and forth in a rapid motion with her tongue as Jason panted beneath her.
He grew tense and stiff, his hands coming up to slide down her sides as his fingers splayed out to tease the curve of her spine, but he didn’t try to control her motions as she nibbled her way over to his other nipple. Maryanne sucked down on it, scraping the sensitive bud past the hard ridge of her teeth and making him groan, his hands tightening around her.
Still, Jason didn’t take command of the moment, allowing her to taste her way down the ripped, hard ridges of his flat stomach and toward the cock straining upward to accept her kiss as she finally dipped her head low enough to take a taste of him. He was covered in the thick wash of her arousal, the blind eye at the tip of his head leaking with the proof his desire.
The combination sent a heady shaft of need down through her, driving Maryanne to lick him clean while Jason gasped and moaned. His fingers slid up to tangle in her hair as he began to guide her motions, pulling her back up to the rounded head of his dick in a demand Maryanne didn’t disobey.
Opening her mouth wide, she sucked as far down his thickness as she could, allowing her hand to wrap around the rest of his length. Then she twisted her fingers, pumping them up and down as she began to bob over his cock. Maryanne started slowly, glancing up to capture Jason’s darkening gaze and allowing him to see how much she was enjoying herself.
He tasted so good, and his obvious pleasure in her ministration fueled the fires of want burning in her veins. What Maryanne wanted was to drive him insane. That was just what she did, taking her time and pumping her tongue against his pulsing length as she fucked him with slow deliberation.
It didn’t take long before Jason’s fingers tightened in her hair, taking full command of her motions as he forced her into an ever-escalating pace that had him coming within minutes. He groaned as his seed flooded down her throat, and Maryanne swallowed quickly but wasn’t given time to drain him dry before Jason was flipping her onto the mattress and rolling onto his knees.
He released her hair, only to wrap his fingers around her hips and jerk her ass up into the air, and then he was pounding into her from behind, riding her with a wild abandon that sent spasms of rapturous delight searing up her spine. Maryanne cried out as the shudders gained force, building with a rapid tension that had her coming hard right along with Jason.
He roared out as he slammed into her, pumping his hips with hard determination that finally stopped as the rest of his seed flooded through her body. Then he was collapsing onto the bed beside her, pulling free of Maryanne’s sheath and leaving her cunt feeling achingly empty as he passed out.
Maryanne would have loved to join him, but her heart was beating too fast, her breaths coming in great, ragged heaves as her mind spun with the ecstatic aftershocks that kept her nerve endings tingling. Even as her body began to calm down, she didn’t find herself slipping into an exhausted sleep but lying there, wondering what the hell she was doing.
Maryanne didn’t know. She knew only that the knots tightening in her stomach were starting to make her feel sick as reality sank slowly in. The reality was that this had been a mistake. Jason wasn’t the kind of guy she was looking for. He was the kind of guy she’d always avoided because, what she wanted, Maryanne knew he didn’t have to give.
Despite her hard exterior and her kick-ass attitude, Maryanne ached to be treated like somebody’s princess. It was probably silly and completely unrealistic, but all she wanted from a man was for him to really care. Most of the men she met were more like Jason. They cared only about themselves.
That was a problem.
One that seemed very clear now that her hormones weren’t raging out of control. Maryanne knew what she had to do. It didn’t matter if she hated to do it. Sometimes what was for the best sucked.
Chapter S
ix
Jason woke up feeling better than he had in just about forever. He was rested, satisfied, and the sun was warm against his skin as he lay there in Maryanne’s bed. The only thing missing was the woman herself, which was kind of a shame given he’d woken up hard as usual.
That meant it was time to either pee or find Maryanne. Jason called out to her, but the silence echoing through the house assured him she was not in it, which meant it was time to get out of bed and use the bathroom. Sighing over his disappointment, Jason finally began moving.
Shuffling into Maryanne’s bathroom, he had to smile as he took in all the pink. Despite her general arrogance, Maryanne was obviously a girly-girl. She had flowers on her comforter and a canopy on her bed. There was her dainty-looking vanity, and a high shelf that ran around her bedroom was stuffed full of dolls and plush animals.
He would never have suspected that of her, but for some reason, it made Jason smile. That was odd because he normally saw stuffed animals and ran. He wasn’t into good girls, but then Maryanne had proven last night she wasn’t good at anything but being bad.
That thought led him into the shower stall to take care of both cleaning up and draining the wood out of his boner. He emerged from the shower soft and smelling like Maryanne’s apple-scented soap. It was a scent that filled him with a strange warmth that he carried with him as he headed out to find Maryanne.
Unfortunately he ran into his cousin Collin first. Collin was sitting at the main desk, frowning, and Jason suspected he was the reason why. Collin was jealous. He wanted Maryanne. He could have her. Jason didn’t mind sharing. Hell, there was a lot of fun to be had in sharing.
Of course fun didn’t appear to be in his future.
“What did you do?” Collin demanded to know almost the second Jason stepped into the office.
“Nothing you wouldn’t have done given the same opportunity,” Jason shot back with a smirk. He felt too good right then to allow his cousin’s jealousy to bother him.
“Yeah, but I would have done it right,” Collin shot back.
Jason snorted at that. “Trust me, you couldn’t have done it any better.”
“Yeah?” Collin lifted a brow at that. “Then why did Maryanne quit?”
* * * *
Maryanne took a deep breath, centered her thoughts, and slowly lifted her legs off the ground, taking all of her weight onto her hands as she stretched her body straight up over her head. Listening to the soothing tones of her trainer, she focused, allowing her weight to settle all the way down onto one palm as she slowly allowed her second hand to slip from under her. She extended her arm out to her side and remembered to breathe as she held her position for long, fluid seconds that ended with the sudden intrusion of a loud, pissed-off voice.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jason demanded to know, barreling into the gym’s yoga room and cutting through the tranquil silence.
Maryanne let out a yelp as she went crashing down onto the mat. Her concentration destroyed, she lay there as she listened to Tim, her trainer, rip into Jason, who was having none of that.
“Dude!” Tim gasped out before recovering enough of his voice to light into Jason. “What the hell are you doing? We’re training here. Now get the hell out.”
“Screw off,” Jason shot back, not sounding anywhere near reasonable in that moment, and Maryanne could guess why.
She lay there, not really wanting to get up and get into it with him but knowing she couldn’t avoid the coming confrontation. There was no way to escape it. That was clear from the two well-worn tips of Jason’s black boots as they came stomping up to the edge of her vision.
Maryanne stared at them for a moment before allowing her eyes to travel up the perfect crease of his black pants and over the thick bulge of his thighs to the ripped wall of his torso so clearly outlined by his tight, black T-shirt. The man looked like a stormtrooper, all hard and serious. He made her stomach quiver with a need that Maryanne feared would only ever grow stronger.
“Well?” Jason spat, scowling down at her and looking ready to do battle.
“Hey!” Tim stepped up, every inch as hard and possibly even a little bigger than Jason, Tim was a catch that most women panted over, but not Maryanne. She’d already had what she wanted, and God help her, she wanted more.
“We’re training here.” Tim began using his considerable bulk to push Jason backward and away from Maryanne. “So get the hell out.”
“Training is over,” Jason snapped back, refusing to budge. “And I need a moment with your client.”
“I don’t think so.” Protective as always, Tim held his ground as well. “What I think I’m going to do is call the cops in a moment.”
He would, too. God only knew what would happen then. Maryanne didn’t really want to find out. Neither did she want to have this confrontation with Jason, but she knew it was unavoidable. Hell, she’d known that when she’d fled her house that morning, but for the first time in her life, Maryanne found herself wanting to avoid an argument.
It had been a cowardly impulse, and one that was going to result in Tim and Jason going fist to fist if she didn’t interfere. So why was she still lying there? Because Maryanne didn’t know what the hell she was supposed to say. There was nothing to be said, nothing that wouldn’t reveal too much about how she really felt…but she better come up with something, and fast.
“Okay,” Maryanne said, finally breaking the snarling match Tim and Jason were engaged in as she held a hand up. “That’s enough.”
She could tell Tim didn’t agree, but unlike Jason, he was programmed to be nice to women. Just as Maryanne knew he would, Tim couldn’t ignore the helping hand she was silently asking for. Sure enough, he took a step back to reach out and latch his strong fingers around her wrist and pull her up to her feet.
“Thanks.” Maryanne offered him a quick smile as she shook out the tension from her muscles. “If you could give us a moment, Tim, I need to have a private word with Jason.”
Tim hesitated, shooting a dark look at Jason, and Maryanne could all but read the thoughts flying through the trainer’s mind. He kept them to himself, knowing that Maryanne didn’t ask for things she didn’t truly want. Still, he cast her one last pointed glance before nodding.
“I’ll be right outside if you need me.”
That had Jason rolling his eyes, but thankfully he kept his thoughts to himself until the door to the yoga room had closed behind Tim. Then he lit into Maryanne without hesitation.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jason demanded to know once again, causing Maryanne to blink and glance around the room.
“Training?” she asked, daring to lift a brow at Jason.
Jason narrowed his eyes on her, clearly not the least bit amused by that sarcastic question. “Don’t get smart with me, Maryanne. You know what I’m talking about.”
“Actually, I don’t.” She feared she did, but she wasn’t about to stick her neck out on a guess.
“Why did you quit?”
That certainly wasn’t what she’d expected him to ask. It was a hell of a lot safer question than the one she’d expected. Either that or it was a trap. Always suspicious, even more so where Jason was concerned, Maryanne responded slowly, choosing her words carefully.
“I already told you why.” She’d done that last night but didn’t dare to remind him of that fact right then.
“Oh, come on.” Jason snorted. “You’re running scared, and we both know it.”
She was, but that didn’t mean Maryanne liked to hear it or was about to admit to it. “No. I’m pissed. What you and your idiot cousins did last night was over the line, and you know it.”
“That’s not what this is about, and we both know it.” Jason rejected her reasoning without a single hint of doubt in his tone. “This is about last night. This about you getting a taste of what you really want, and you’re running scared.”
“I am not!” She so totally was, but that didn’t stop Mary
anne from puckering up indignantly. Not that her denial impressed Jason in the slightest.
“Chicken.”
“I am not a chicken,” Maryanne snapped, feeling the overwhelming urge to smack him as he stuck his arms out to the side and began to cluck like a damn hen. “Stop that!”
“Chick-chick-chicken!”
“I–”
Jason drowned out her repeated denial with another round of clucking. This time he danced around, making Maryanne growl as her fingers clenched into fists. She held them stiffly at her sides, fighting every impulse, as she knew he was trying to push her buttons. So, she attempted to return the favor.
“What are you, like five years old?”
Jason bent over and shoved his face close to hers, clucking even louder as he all but dared her to actually smack the shit out of him. It would have been so satisfying, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of getting to her.
“Whatever.” Maryanne sniffed and stuck her nose into the air. “Say what you want. I don’t care.”
“Bullshit.” Jason finally gave up trying to antagonize her like some obnoxious toddler and went straight for the jugular like the fighter he was. “You care too damn much, and that’s why you’re running away like a–”
“Don’t say it!” Maryanne shot back, tired of being insulted.
“Coward,” Jason finished, saying it any damn way. “Like a cowardly chicken.”
“I am not afraid,” Maryanne insisted. “I’m disgusted.”
“You want me.”
“I do not!” She so did, right there and right then.
Jason might be a sarcastic asshole, but he was also made her heart pound in ways that it never had before. He made her quiver and ache, and she was afraid. Maryanne was terrified. She didn’t want this, didn’t want to feel this vulnerable, not when she didn’t trust the man trying to steal her heart.
