by Lexie Davis
Dane smiled and stood. “You'll still get married, Shawnie. There's no fucking way I'm going to simply allow you to drag me to the tailor to get fitted for a penguin suit for the hell of it. I will personally drag both your asses down that aisle if I have to."
Shawn flipped him the bird.
Dane left in a hurry, heading straight for Jenny's house. The entire way there he planned what he would say. He wanted her. But why? He knew it was a question she'd throw in his face and had no answer for her other than because he simply did. He pulled in the driveway and killed the engine. Her living-room light glowed behind the curtains that covered the two large windows at the front of the house.
Dane exited his car and crossed the driveway. Whatever he did wrong, he needed to fix it. He would do anything to fix it.
He tapped on her door and waited. When she opened the door, he smiled. Her hair was pulled back in a mess on top of her head. She wore no makeup. His clothes still covered her small body, and her small feet were bare. She looked mad as a hornet.
"What do you want?"
He fiddled with his keys. “We need to talk."
"I don't have time."
He looked past her to the living-room floor. “Is that why it looks like a dildo factory exploded in here? Are you playing without me?"
"I'm busy."
Okay, not in a joking mood. “You can spare a few minutes."
Dane waited, refusing to look away from her. It was a battle of wills. He watched as she debated weighing the pros and cons.
"Fine.” She conceded and stepped aside to let Dane enter. He walked around the piles of sex toys she had laid out on the floor, settling in front of the coffee table. “You're helping me count the items, and none of this is for sexual purposes. So don't get any ideas."
She sat next to him on the floor and handed him a list. Completely ignoring him, she went back to counting the individually wrapped sex toys.
"Would you please just tell me what I did to piss you off? If it's what I said about Shelly, then I'm sorry. I'll kiss her ass from now on if you'll start talking to me again. Damn, Jenny.” He sat the clipboard to the side and turned toward her. “I've liked you for six months now, and after talking to my brother, I think maybe he's right."
She stopped counting the jelly sleeves and looked up at him. “Right about what?"
"I don't know. I'm falling for you.” He propped his arms over his knees. “Shawn wanted to kick my ass for being all sappy around him after Shelly called off the wedding."
Jenny snorted. “You would so win that fight. Shawn fights with words not his fists."
"Jen.” Dane tilted his head to the side.
"What do you want me to say, Dane? That I'm falling for you, too?” She tossed her clipboard to the side.
"I want you to tell me why you're pissed at me. We were doing good, teasing each other and making out, and then you just stop and throw a little temper tantrum. In a way, it reminded me of your sister, whom we were talking about at the moment."
Jenny narrowed her eyes. “I don't have time to deal with this right now. Shelly is crying about the wedding. I want her out of my house. I have this stupid inventory to do."
"Make her do her own damn inventory.” Dane reached for the clipboard and glanced down at the items. Everything was on the list, including product descriptions beside the item name. Lubricants. Arousal Creams. Dildos. Rabbits. Ben Wa Balls. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. Bullet vibrators. Cock rings. Male pleasure sleeves. Lingerie. Dane smiled when he came upon one name. “Which one is ‘7th Heaven'?"
Jenny looked up from her list. “It's the blue sleeve that covers a bullet. Why?"
"Because it's a vibrating cock ring for the guy and a clitoral stimulator for the girl. And it has seven damn speeds.” He grinned at her. “Something I definitely want to try."
Jenny shook her head. “Not happening."
Dane ignored her and grabbed one of the items, tearing open the plastic packaging. Batteries were inside, and he quickly inserted them.
"What are you doing? That's inventory, not demo!” She tried to grab it from him as he turned it on.
The toy came to life, vibrating both his and her hands. She swallowed as he flipped to another speed, and her eyes dilated. He knew she was remembering their time together. He could see her recalling every orgasm he gave her, and he wanted to give her more.
"Give me the toy.” She stood firm, but her voice was a bit shaky.
"Give me answers.” He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his free arm around her to keep here there. He pushed the toy, taking her hand along with it, until it rested at the top of her sweat pants. “Why did you run away from me tonight? Especially after we talked about Shelly."
She pushed at the toy, but he held it against her so the vibrations pulsated against her lower belly. “I slept with you for all the wrong reasons if that's what you want to know. Are you happy?"
During her speech, she let the toy go, and Dane pushed it beneath her waistband until it rested between her legs. She wore no panties, and her thighs were soaked with her moisture. Jenny pushed at his hand, but Dane was stronger and held her against him, shifting slightly so he had room to play. He wrapped his arm around her chest and pressed his lips to her ear. His fingers pressed the bullet against her clit and held it steady.
"Open your legs.” He waited, holding back a smile when she obeyed. He pressed his face into her hair and breathed in her scent. “You smell delicious, but as memory serves, you taste even better."
She swallowed, squirmed. “I thought you wanted a serious conversation."
His lips curled in a smile against her ear. He whispered, “I am serious. My dick is aching to be inside you. Your pussy hugs me so tight, it's like you never want me to go. You're slick for me, Jen. You want me as much as I want you."
His lips moved to her neck, where he nibbled and licked, tasting the sweetness of her skin. He withdrew the toy from between her legs. Jenny gasped when he turned her to face him, taking her mouth with his own. She went straight to his head worse than a shot of whiskey. He needed skin on skin. His hands roamed up her back and then back down before sliding beneath the soft cotton T-shirt he'd lent her.
"Wait. Stop.” Jenny pulled away from him and stood. She paced the small area of floor, not littered with sex toys. “I slept with you to get back at my sister. She knew I was planning on it, and I did it out of spite. I used you."
Dane folded his arms over his chest. “You're forgiven."
She stopped and stared at him. “What?"
"Jenny, it's not like you raped me and took me against my will. I wanted to sleep with you. I wanted you in my bed and in my arms. I planned our encounter to last all night long, but that didn't exactly work out. I don't really care at this point about your intentions for sleeping with me. I'm just glad you did. I want you to do it again."
"No.” She shook her head. “You can't come in here and say things like that."
"Why? Why are you fighting me? Why are you fighting yourself?” Dane finally stood and grabbed her arm before she could run away. “Forget about your intentions. We had fun together, and I want you, Jen. Pure and simple, I want you. Let me have you."
The panicked look on her face surprised him and he let go of her arm. Jenny took a few steps back until her legs bumped against the couch. “It's Christmas. I don't want to do this on Christmas."
"Fine.” Dane huffed a breath and glanced around the room at the mess. “We're picking up this shit and going to bed. I'm bunking here tonight, in your bed, with you."
"Why?"
"Because I'm tired, and my intentions were to wake up with you in my arms.” He grabbed a pink tote and started shoving the toys inside. “You drive me crazy, you know that? Your scent ... God, the pineapple massage oil still lingers on you, and it only reminds me of my hands touching your body. I love the way your silky curves feel against me. You try to play dumb, but you know damn good and well that that innocence in your eyes turns me on quicker than a
light switch for a lamp. The small smile that creeps across your face when you're teasing nearly does me in. Pull your hair in some pigtails and add a plaid miniskirt, and you're every fuckin’ man's wet dream come to life. And don't even get me started on your lips."
Dane scooted around the room, filling first one tote and then the other with the items. He saved the toy he'd opened for last, staring at it. Jenny melting in his arms, the anger gone for a brief second so that pleasure could replace it. He licked his lips, picturing them using the toy, how hot she'd look straddling his hips with her mouth open and eyes closed in pure pleasure.
"Leave that one out.” Jenny walked to him, taking the toy from his hand. “I'll probably live to regret this, but I do believe you owe me two more orgasms. I don't plan on giving them to myself, so you'd better grab a couple of condoms and come on."
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Chapter Five
Jenny started stripping the moment she entered her bedroom, hastily removing her clothing. She knew it was a mistake. Dane claimed to be “falling for her,” but how true could that really be? They'd known each other six months, and their longest conversation was today.
His footsteps filled the silence, coming closer to the bedroom and she quickly climbed on top of her bed naked. How was this for fantasy? He stopped at the doorway, narrowing his eyes when he saw her.
"Not to press my luck, but what provoked this sudden change?"
Jenny fiddled with the toy he'd picked out, avoiding his gaze. “I don't know. A lot of things. I can't remember the last time a guy simply wanted to hold me in his arms, especially when I've denied him sex. I got panicked and ran back at your house, trying to convince myself that I'd used you. I didn't want to confront the emotions whirling inside my body or admit that I liked the way you make me feel. Not just in bed, either. You smile at me, and it makes my knees weak. I'm not sure anyone has ever had that effect on me."
The mattress dipped behind her as he crawled toward the headboard. “I wasn't kidding when I said I was falling for you. The longer I spend with you, the more I never want to leave."
He gently pulled her toward him until she lay on her back. He chose a purple, grape-flavored condom from the collection that was in the living-room floor and rolled the thin rubber on. His green eyes glittered above her as he squeezed some lube onto his cock and rolled the ring on. She waited for him to make the next move, but he lay back against her pillows instead.
"Ride me, Jen. Take me slow, or take me fast. I don't care, as long as you fuck me."
Jenny stared at his cock and the ring wrapped around it. “As much fun as that toy is, I don't want to use it."
He tugged at the ring until it came off. “Whatever you want."
"Next time, maybe.” Jenny gave him a half-hearted smile and straddled his lap.
Dane waited patiently, watching as she gripped his shaft and guided it to her body. Earlier she felt guilty about her reasons for being with him. Shelly hated him. For some reason, that only made her want to sleep with Dane more. But deep inside, Jenny knew her reasons had nothing to do with her sister. Dane treated her different than any other man she'd been with. On the outside, he was the tough, hard-core Marine that no one went against, but around her, he made her feel like the most cherished woman in the world. Sex had a lot to do with it, and he could be playing her like a fiddle, but she wanted to believe what he said.
She slid down his shaft, the lube making the penetration easy and smooth. Dane closed his eyes, still unmoving. He wouldn't be here if he didn't want to be. That was something Jenny determined the moment he walked in the door. He didn't run away but demanded that he stay. She smiled, recalling him telling her that he would share her bed with her, sex or no sex. That wasn't something guys did on a regular basis after a one-night stand.
"Look at me, Dane.” Her fingertips brushed against his nipples.
His eyes opened, green as emeralds, staring directly into hers. He didn't bother responding. He sat up and smashed his mouth against hers, his arms immediately wrapping around her body. She started to move her hips, rocking against him with his cock situated inside her. Slow didn't exist in her mind. She thought it proved how much two lovers cared for one another, by taking time to explore and satisfy each other's needs. But she was wrong. Dane proved it each time they were together.
He held her upper body as she arched her back, taking one breast into his mouth as their hips rocked together. “Dane."
She propped up her body with her hands while Dane continued to kiss her. He gripped her hips and started thrusting. Jenny dropped her head back. Her pussy hugged every inch of his cock, the slick movements creating the sweetest friction. His jaw hardened as he fought the need to come.
"Jen."
She leaned back on her elbows and bent her knees. Dane's cock hit the right spot within her, and fireworks exploded behind her eyelids. She cried out a whimper of pleasure as her pussy milked every drop of cum from his cock.
He pulled her up so they were eye to eye. He didn't say anything before crashing his lips against hers. The sweet tango of his tongue sliding along hers left her breathless. How could a man that she'd known for one night make her feel different than all the other men in her past? With Dane, she truly didn't feel like it was just about sex. Something changed in him. Something changed in them both.
"It's nearly two o'clock.” Jenny moved to the side, grabbing the forgotten toy, and placed it on the nightstand. “We have a wedding to get to tomorrow."
"A wedding your sister called off.” He pulled the rubber from his cock and glanced over his shoulder at her. “What's the deal with that? Shawn was pissed."
Jenny pursed her lips. It was déjà vu all over again. “I'm not fighting with you about this, but it was Shawn's fault. How could he tell her, the night before their wedding, to pick up her life and move?"
"It's not permanent.” He tossed the condom in the trash can. “Dad asked him to help start up the west coast company. After a couple of years, he's free to move wherever he wants."
Jenny crossed her arms over her chest. “I'm not arguing with you."
He lay on his side, grinning. “No? You look like you're ready to battle."
She counted to ten. “How is it we go from wonderful orgasms to bickering within seconds? And it's always about my sister."
"You're the one taking offense."
"She's my sister!” Jenny stood and grabbed a pair of pajamas from the dresser. “Of course I take offense to some guy talking bad about her."
"Some guy?” He sat up. “I go from your lover to ‘some guy’ in two seconds?"
She pulled on a black tank top with “Down and Dirty” written in pink script across her chest. “My lover wouldn't constantly put down my sister.” She thrust her legs into the matching pink shorts and pulled them over her hips. “Not if he really cared about me like you claim."
Who was she kidding? Dane wanted sex with her and knew all the right things to say to make her think it was more. She should have kicked him out on his ass when she had the chance, before she gave in and slept with him again. Now she was simply stuck. He wasn't about to budge, and she didn't have the energy to make him.
"Is that really what you're pissed at me about? That I don't like Shelly? Come on, Jen. You knew that long before my dick ever sank into that hot pussy of yours. Why is it such a shock to you now?"
She flipped off the light and crawled in bed beside him. “Family is important to me, Dane. It's all I have, and if you can't accept that, then I was a damn fool for believing you were ‘falling’ for me."
Dane shifted beside her, pulling the comforter out from beneath him, and situating it around them. “You claim you want Shelly out of your house. She has the perfect opportunity to move across the country and be completely out of your hair. Yet you get all pissed off at me, as if it is my fault."
"I want Shelly out of my house not my life."
"I don't think that's true. You've lived together since you we
re of legal age, and I think you're scared to let her go. Shelly's getting married to a decent guy, and that rattles you because all your boyfriends dumped you. She's made a successful living selling sex toys, and has fun with it, while you have a nine-to-five, boring job at the bank. Her life is moving forward to better things, and you're scared you'll never go anywhere. You're afraid of finally being on your own."
Tears gathered in her eyes as she stared into the darkness. This was the kind of man she knew. The one who says all the right things, makes a woman fall helplessly in love with them, and then shoves their face into the ground. She was stupid to think Dane was different. Stupid to allow him to be here with her. Jenny rolled away from him, tucking her pillow against her face as she cried silently.
"You don't have to be, you know,” he continued, his voice soft. “Scared, that is. I want to be in your life.” His fingers brushed against her arm. “I want to be the one who makes all your fears go away."
She sniffled. “How can you propose a relationship, when all we do is have sex and fight? You put my family down. You put me down..."
Dane moved closer, his chest brushing against her back. His arm came around her, cradling her body against his. “I'm not putting you down. But I'm not going to sugarcoat things for you, either. Are you really happy, living vicariously through your sister?"
"I'm not.” Tears leaked out the corners of her eyes.
"Shelly is the only one who hasn't left you, and that is why you put up with her. She goes out and lives her life, while you armor yourself up at home, hating men and waiting to hear about the latest adventure from your sister.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
"It's not true. I have a life."
"If that is so, then why are you crying?"
Jenny wiped at her eyes and pulled away from him. “I never asked for your opinion."
"No. But I gave it to you. Stop fighting me, Jen. I'm not the bad guy, and I'm not going anywhere."
She flipped on the lamp beside the bed and faced him. “I'm not jealous of my sister. I don't appreciate your saying stuff that you know I want to hear and then cutting me down with your next breath. I was stupid to believe you were different. I was stupid to think that maybe, just maybe, this guy could be the one. Hell, I was pretty damn foolish to let you get to me, and I have to deal with that now. But let's get one thing straight. I won't sit back and let you make claims about me based on nothing."
