Letting Go (Robson Brothers Book 2)

by A. T Brennan

  “The way you were moving it almost wasn’t just my skills.”

  She blushed at my words, her eyes sparkling with both desire and humor.

  “Come on, let’s go watch some dancing, have a few drinks and see how brave you get.” I winked and led her into the club.

  “If you’re hinting at me dancing, forget it. There’s no freaking way in hell I’m dancing in public without you there to lead me.”

  “What about in private?” I asked wickedly as I paid our entrance fee and steered her over to one of the rounded booths against the wall so we could sit next to each other.

  “Depends how many drinks I have, and how nicely you ask,” she said with a coquettish grin as she slid into the booth.

  I sat beside her and pulled her up against my body, giving her a deep, but still brief kiss.

  “Pretty please?”

  “Ask me again when we’re alone and I’m pretty sure you’ll like the answer.”

  I groaned softly and put my hand on her silky knee as we turned our attention to the stage. The show should be starting in about five minutes.

  “Can I get you guys a drink?” A waitress in a black minidress asked as she came up to our table.

  “Whatever you have on draft.” I glanced at Paige. “Go ahead, order whatever you want,” I urged when she hesitated.

  “White wine?”

  “House wine, or would you like to see the vintages?”

  “House is fine.” She blushed.

  “Coming right up.”

  “You ready to watch some dancing?”

  “Bring it on.” Paige grinned and put her hand over mine. “Just try to keep the drooling to a minimum.”

  “It won’t be them I’m drooling over.” I leaned over and put my lips next to her ear. “I’ve had this since you opened your door.”

  I reached over and gently took her wrist so I could guide her hand over to my groin. “This is what you do to me.” I brushed her hand over my cock so she could feel how I was already semi-hard, and then pressed her hand down so she could feel me getting harder until I was sporting a full on erection.

  The thought of Paige stroking me off in the middle of the club, her actions covered by the tablecloth, suddenly flashed in my mind and I let go of her hand. As amazing as that would be, it wasn’t happening. Semi-public foreplay was a favorite of mine, but I wasn’t going to ask Paige to do something so risqué. I didn’t want her to feel used or pressured. I wanted her to feel special. Begging for a handy at the club wasn’t special.

  Instead I leaned back and tried to focus on the stage. There was plenty of time to think about Paige later.

  * * * * *

  “What did you think?” I asked when the curtain was closed and we’d stopped clapping.

  “It was amazing. The way they can dance in those heels...how they move their bodies. It’s sensual without being dirty...kind of like those dancers who do pole tricks.”

  I almost spit out the last sip of my drink. I’d managed to nurse my beer for the hour-long show while Paige had enjoyed a refill since she wasn’t driving.

  “Say what?”

  “You know, the dancers at strip clubs who use the pole for more than just grinding on.”

  “You’ve seen a lot of strippers?”

  “Not in real life.” She laughed. “But I imagine they must exist outside of the movies.”

  “I imagine they would.”

  “You’ve never been to a strip club?”

  “I have, just not one with the kind of dancers you’re talking about.”

  “So it was more the bump and grind kind?”

  “And the floorshow kind.”

  “Sexy.” She winked.

  “It had it’s moments.”

  “I have to go to the bathroom, can you see where it is?”

  “Um,” I looked around and saw a sign against the far wall, “Over there, I think. How about I go pay our tab and you meet me at the bar after?”

  “Sounds good.” She reached up and gave me a quick kiss. “You’ll have to let me out.”

  “Right.” I chuckled and slid out of the booth so she could get out. Before she could go I gave her one last kiss and then watched her walk away, my eyes on her ass until she disappeared around a corner.

  Grinning like an idiot I made my way over to the bar to pay off our drinks.

  “As I live and breathe, if it isn’t Jay Robson.”

  I turned at the sound of my name and immediately recognized the woman the voice belonged to.

  The last time I’d seen her was on my seventeenth birthday. She’d been beautiful then and was even more gorgeous now. Her wheat blonde hair was long and fell in a straight sheet down her back. Her blue eyes were sweeping up and down my body as her full, pouty lips pursed provocatively. The midnight blue dress she was wearing left nothing to the imagination, and her sky-high heels made her petite frame look incredible.

  “Jessie?” I had to shake my head. “I...”

  “It’s been a long time.” She looked me up and down again before taking a step closer to me. “A very long time.”

  “It has...” My brain wasn’t working at the moment and I couldn’t seem to finish a sentence.

  “Did you want to settle?” the bartender asked, breaking my daze.

  “Yes, please.” I shook my head and took the bill. I managed to glance at the total and handed over enough to cover the drinks and a decent tip.

  “How have you been?”

  “Good.” I was able to focus again and my mouth was once again connected to my brain. “How have you been?”

  “Can’t complain. I’ve missed you.”

  “Jay?”

  Oh shit. Of course Paige would come up at that moment.

  “Paige.” I turned to her. She looked a little stunned, and it was at that moment I realized Jessie and Paige looked a lot alike. “Um...”

  “Who’s your date?” Jessie asked, giving Paige a look that was somewhere between distaste and competition.

  “This is Paige.” I didn’t bother to correct her, and even with all the craziness that was going on in that moment, it felt kind of good to call Paige my date. “And this is Jessie. We went to highschool together.”

  “Oh, Jay.” Jessie giggled and tossed her hair. “You make it sound like we had study hall together. Jay and I dated.”

  “Dated?”

  “For a year.” Jessie glanced at me and gave me another one of those secret grins that had to be making Paige think things she shouldn’t be.

  “Wow.” Paige looked at me and bit her lip.

  “Back in highschool,” I repeated lamely.

  Her face was unreadable. I had no idea what she was thinking but something told me it wasn’t anything good.

  “Interesting.” Paige looked at me, completely ignoring Jessie. “Do you want to get out of here?”

  “Um, yeah.” I glanced at Jessie. “It was nice to see you again, but we have to go.”

  Paige didn’t even wait for Jessie to say anything, she just slipped her hand in mine and tugged me toward the door.

  I couldn’t tell if she was mad. She wasn’t saying anything and she was walking with a purpose. I didn’t want to chance saying something stupid so I kept my mouth shut.

  We made it back to my car in record time, and after climbing in I looked at her.

  “Paige?”

  “Just drive.”

  Damn it. She was mad.

  I didn’t really blame her. I’d never told her I’d had a girlfriend in the past, I’d just let her believe I’d always kept things casual with girls. We weren’t dating and hadn’t exactly been out on a date, but it still had to be a bit weird for her. It had been hella weird for me.

  “Pull over up there.”

  “Paige?”

  “Up there, that alley.” She pointed ahead of us.

  I bit my lip and put on my turn signal.

  “Drive a bit down,” she instructed when I started to slow the car.

  I drove a
little farther down the alley and stopped the car. “Paige?”

  Silently she undid her seatbelt and opened the car door.

  “Paige, wait—” I undid my seatbelt and shoved my door open as she came around the car.

  Still not saying a word she leaned into the car and kissed me, deep. This wasn’t a sweet or gentle kiss, this was a kiss of passion and heat. Her hands fisted in my hair, tugging on the strands as she sucked my lip ring into her mouth and gently bit it, making me groan as pleasure erupted in my body.

  “What the—”

  “Pull your cock out.”

  “What?” I was having a hard time following whatever the fuck was going on.

  “Pull your cock out. I’m going to suck you off.”

  Her eyes were determined, and when she licked her bottom lip I snapped out of my daze. I had no idea what the fuck was happening, but I wasn’t about to argue with her.

  She crouched in front of me as I spread my knees so she could get closer. I pulled open my pants and reached into my boxer briefs as she stared up at me with hungry eyes. My dick was already rock hard, and as soon as I pulled it out she leaned toward me.

  “Fuuuuuck,” I groaned as she gripped me by the base of my shaft and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. “Fuck, Paige.”

  Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me so deep I was pushing down her throat before she went to town on me.

  Her head bobbed over my crotch as she ran her mouth up and down my cock, her tongue playing with every ridge and vein on my shaft. She sucked with varying intensities, teasing me as she stroked her hand up and down so it followed the path of her mouth. My hand threaded in her hair as I fought not to cry out. I didn’t try to influence her rhythm, I just needed to feel more of her.

  “Babe, slow down. Fuck!”

  Paige ignored me and kept her rhythm strong and steady. Holy shit she was incredible, and I felt my orgasm starting way too soon.

  I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but the fact that Paige was blowing me in my car while we were stopped in an alley, and it had been her idea, registered as weird in the one part of my brain that was still thinking logically.

  “Fuck, Paige.” She was too good, I couldn’t hold out any longer. My thighs cramped as my balls tightened, and I was about to explode. “I’m coming.”

  She didn’t pull away, even as I tried to pull away from her. She just gripped me by the base of my shaft and kept her mouth sealed over me.

  “Fuck!”

  The pleasure inside me exploded in a single moment of pure pleasure, and I stared down at her as I coated the back of her throat with my release.

  “Holy fuck.” I shook my head when she finally released my cock, licking her lips as she did. “What the...”

  She grinned at me and stood up.

  I watched as she came back around to her side of the car and slid back into her seat. Realizing my dick was still out I shook my head and tucked myself back in my pants. When I was decent and sitting in the car properly I turned to her.

  “I know that was really...out there.” She blushed.

  “A little. What triggered it? Not that I didn’t enjoy every second of it, by the way.”

  “It’s dumb.” She shook her head.

  “How about we talk about it as we drive back?”

  “Yeah. We probably should.”

  “So, any particular reason you decided to do that right then?” I asked after I’d gotten back onto the main road.”

  “I was jealous.” She blushed and looked away.

  “What?”

  “Of your ex. I saw you talking to her and I was jealous, especially since she and I look so much alike. I thought she was just a chick at the bar you were chatting up, but then I found out you dated her and...”

  “And you got angry jealous?”

  “A little. I figured you’d never bothered to settle because you liked to keep it casual, then I found out you had a girlfriend in highschool and I got pissed.”

  “So your reaction to being angry at me was to suck me off in an alley?”

  “I wasn’t angry at you. I was angry at me for being jealous.” She glanced at me. “And I was angry at her for being so beautiful, more beautiful than me by a long shot. All that jealousy made me want to...”

  “Mark your territory?” I glanced at her.

  She blushed and looked down at her hands. “Yeah. I’m sorry. That was stupid and petty of me, and like I said, I have no claim on you. We’re just fuck buddies—”

  “Paige, babe.” I reached out and put my hand over hers, stopping her from fidgeting. “You don’t need to mark me. I don’t want anyone else other than you right now. I might be a player and a dick, but I don’t mess around with more than one person at the same time. I’ve never been that guy.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. I have to admit, as unexpected as that was, it was probably the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” I grinned as she blushed again. “You can do that any time you want, and you don’t need to be pissed first.” I winked and she laughed.

  “Deal.”

  “And next time we don’t leave until I return the favor, at the very least.”

  “What?”

  “Ever done it in a car before?” I grinned at her.

  “No.”

  “Ever wanted to?”

  “Oh yeah.” She nodded and looked into the backseat. “Have you?”

  “Yes.” I wasn’t going to lie to her, she knew I had more experience than her so lying wouldn’t do anything. Besides, I wanted her to know the real me, flaws and mistakes and all. “A few times.”

  “Then you’ll know what to do.” She grinned and licked her lips again, and that move almost sent me into a full blown fantasy. I didn’t know what it was about Paige, but no woman had ever had this kind of effect on me before.

  I laughed, trying to force myself to concentrate on driving. “Is Jules going to be home tonight?”

  “She said she was having a ‘her’ night.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Junk food and sappy romance movies. She’ll be camped out on the couch all night.”

  “Want to come to my place? I have a favor to return.”

  “Yeah. Let’s go to your place.”

  Chapter Seven

  PAIGE

  I felt stupid the entire drive to Jay’s. I never should have done that. I wasn’t sorry about giving him a blowjob, that had been a lot of fun, but I felt weird for reacting the way I did.

  When I’d seen him talking to Jessie I’d been jealous, and I couldn’t help but notice that we looked similar. We were both short, blonde and blue eyed, but she looked like a pinup girl while I looked like an awkward teen. I thought he’d found Paige 2.0 and was hoping to trade me in for a hotter model, and that’s when the determination had set in.

  Then I find out he’d dated Paige 2.0, for a year. It didn’t matter that it was in highschool or they’d been over for a long time, they had a past. I didn’t want him to remember why they’d gotten together in the first place, and by the way she was looking at him, tossing her hair like a champ as she batted her damn eyes at him, it seemed that’s exactly what she wanted him to do.

  I’ve never been a very overt person when it comes to showing affection. I like hugs and cuddles probably more than the average person, but when it comes to sexual advances, I’m an amateur. Some animal instinct must have kicked in because all I could think about was getting Jay away from his ex and showing him how much I wanted him. I wanted him to know just how good I could be, and I’d manipulated him with sex.

  He might have enjoyed it, but I still felt like a bitch for doing it.

  I was so deep in thought I didn’t even realize we’d made it to his building, not until he turned off the car and put his hand on my knee.

  I jumped and looked over at him. “Sorry.”

  “You were a million miles away. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I was just think
ing.”

  “That much was obvious. I could almost see the wheels spinning.” He grinned. “What were you thinking about?”

  “I’m sorry about the alley.”

  “Why? Unless you did it because you felt you had to then there’s no reason to be sorry.”

  “My motivations were selfish, and pretty high on the bitch scale.”

  “Maybe,” he shrugged, “but did you want to do it?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “And do you regret it? Not why, but that act itself.”

  “No. I enjoyed it.”

  “Then don’t be sorry.” He leaned forward and gave me a kiss. “You never have to be sorry for giving me pleasure.”

  I nodded and gave him a smile. I still felt weird about the whole thing, but he was being so good to me I was able to push it to the back of my mind. We were fuck buddies. We were friends who at this point had yet to actually have sex, and I was already acting like a jealous girlfriend. I didn’t want to think about how that could mean I had deeper feelings for him because if that was the case then I could not only lose Jay, but have my heart broken.

  We climbed out of the car and headed into his apartment.

  “Jax?” he called out as he pushed open the door. “Jax?”

  “Not home?” I asked hopefully as he looked down at me, closing the door with a resounding thud.

  “The place is all ours.”

  I was about to respond with something that hopefully came out flirty and witty, but Jay grabbed me by the waist and hauled me up against his body. His lips were on mine, kissing me so deep my head immediately started spinning and my knees grew weak.

  His hands slipped down to my ass and he picked me up, molding me to his body as he moved toward the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grateful for the give in my skirt, and tangled my hands in his long hair.

  I thought he was going to sit down with me on his lap, but he had other plans.

  He lay me down on the couch, his body pressing mine into the cushions as his hands roamed over me. I could feel his cock, hard and hot against my stomach, and whimpered against his kiss.

  “Jay!” I gasped as he pulled away and trailed kisses down my body.

  The couch was a little too small for both of us to settle on, and before I knew it Jay had swung his body over the side and was pulling me so I was sitting up with him between my legs.