by Multiple
“You’re beautiful, Corrine, inside and out. I’ve always thought that. You’re smart and caring. Have a sly sense of humor when you want. A body I can get lost in, and that I’m not afraid I’ll hurt. I don’t know why I never drug you off and fucked you silly. Or bent you over the nearest table regardless of anyone walking through the door. What I do know is that I was hard as stone, and pushing it to get to work on time everyday. I mourned having to leave you every morning. I was a man without a real plan. Just winging it like I did with other women, and I regret that. I was afraid to see what I knew inside, we are meant to be together.”
Corrine studied the man hovering over her, trying to gauge his sincerity. Biting her lower lip, she was unsure what to make of it all. It sounded great. Made her heart skip a beat when he called her beautiful, said they were meant to be together, but until she saw something different, something not laced in alcohol and self-consciousness, she couldn’t believe it.
“I can see you aren’t convinced.” His eyes dipped to her tortured lip. His nostrils flared, a growl escaping his clenched teeth.
He shifted his hips back letting his erection dip down, pressing against her center. “Oh!” she squeaked out as he lowered his head, stroking her lips with his tongue.
“Does this feel like I’m not attracted to you?”
“Natural reaction. It would happen to any guy in this situation,” she panted.
“Hell yeah, natural reaction. My body reacting to finally getting you underneath me again. Where you belong.”
“I just don’t know. Maybe you’re just feeling the affects of the alcohol. You admitted that you haven’t been in the right frame of mind.”
“I’m thinking just fine now. It only took me a little bit to come to grips with what my heart and Tiger already knew.” A feral grin split his face. With a slow thrust he nudged inside, one agonizing inch at a time. “I want to let the world know you’re mine. I want to take it nice and slow,” he said, pulling back until only the head of his cock was lodged inside. With restraint she never would have had, he pushed his thick length through her delicate inner tissues so slow she was sure she would die before he was completely inside.
“I want it all with you and I’m going to do it right. Dinner, dancing, movies. Late nights at home eating popcorn. Long runs through the woods and frolicking in the lake. Hell, I want to declare my intentions to mate with you to anyone who will listen,” he gritted out, pushing the rest of his cock in until fully seated. “You’re mine Corrine Eleanor Hart.”
The shock of his words hit her square in the chest. Her brain unable to grasp what he was admitting, latching onto the one thing that didn’t scare the hell out of her. “How in the world do you know my middle name?”
He chuckled above her. “That’s all you have to say? I know you’re scared.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. “Don’t worry though, I’ll be here when you’re ready to admit the same.” With that, he started a slow rhythmic seduction.
Rolling his hips, dragging his cock over the most delicious spots within. All thoughts of mating and middle names flying out the window. The only thing she could concentrate on was the feel of him inside her.
Jett cracked one eye open. He was flat on his back, covers pushed to his waist. A warm naked feminine body curled up next to him, her head resting on his shoulder. For the first time in a long time he was at peace. Completely relaxed and with no desire to move from his spot.
The warm body next to him moved, snuggling deeper into his side before letting out a contented sigh. Glancing down he saw a mass of familiar auburn hair. Sex and jasmine mixed in the air around him. Flashes of the night before danced in his head.
Corrine.
He vaguely remembered the alcohol-induced trip to her place and a conversation about Macy. Clear in his mind was the mind-blowing sex. Corrine teasing and getting off on being in control before his dominant nature snatched it back and gave them both what they wanted. Exhausted, they’d fallen asleep only to wake up a couple of hours later to do it all over again.
Corrine blossomed when they made love. She did everything he asked from masturbating in front of him to allowing him take her from behind while marking her. It was a nice change from the disinterested sex he’d experienced over the past year or so.
He could certainly sit and watch her play with her breasts for hours on end. The sounds she made were another thing he could get used to hearing morning, noon, and night.
She gave herself over to their passion and he reveled in it. Couldn’t help but get lost in the moment, putting every emotion and feeling he had into their lovemaking.
Corrine shifted again. He knew exactly when she woke up. Her body stiffened and her breathing stopped.
She must not have realized he was already awake. She slowly began turning away, sliding the sheets off her body while trying to put her foot on the floor. He needed to disabuse her of the notion that she could creep away and forget what happened.
Tightening his grip on her shoulder, he pulled her firmly back against him. “Hey sweetheart.” He dropped a kiss on top of her head.
“Hi,” her voice cracked. Her body stiff against him again.
“This is nice,” he said. Lightly massaging her shoulder.
“What time is it?” Corrine asked. Apparently choosing to ignore his comment.
He peeked over her at the clock. “Going on eleven.”
She tried jumping out of his arms knocking the covers away. “Oh shit! I was supposed to open the bakery this morning and now its already time for it to close. MJ is going to kill me.”
He chuckled at her panic. “Bit late now. I’m sure MJ took care of everything.”
“How would she know to? Its not like she knew I would sleep in or that you were here.” Her fingers tapped out a worried tattoo on his chest.
“Relax Corrine. It’ll be okay.” He placed a finger under her chin tipping her head back. He could see the worry in her eyes and wanted nothing more that to kiss it away.
Which is exactly what he did. Starting on her forehead, he worked his way to her lips. Stopping along the way to press kisses against her eyes and nose.
The tapping stopped, replaced by her fingers sliding across his chest, up his neck and finding purchase in his hair. The tug of her fingers could be felt all the way to his groin. His cock stirred, he had to have her again. This time though he wanted to play. Make her breathless and begging for him to slide his dick into her wet, needy pussy.
He pulled her up his body, shifting them onto their sides. Aligning their faces. As he peppered her lips and face with kisses, he slid his hand down along her side. Exploring every dip and curve she had to offer. He stopped at her left breast plucking and pinching until the nipple tightened; pulling a low moan from her.
Skimming his hand further down, he grabbed her left thigh, draping it over his hip opening her to his questing fingers.
He combed through the small patch of neatly trimmed hair on her mound before finding her clit with his middle finger. Swirling lightly over the growing knot.
She whimpered under his lips as he thrust two fingers into her wet pussy, dragging his palm over the needy knot.
Her clit plumped beneath the palm of his hand, continuing his onslaught with slow grinding strokes, two thick fingers buried deep in her pussy. Gasps of pleasure burst from her kiss-swollen lips.
Damned if it wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. And a sight he was determined to see again and again.
The relentless motions of his hand pulled her closer to the edge. He felt the fluttering of her orgasm tightening around his fingers.
She tugged harder on his hair, her fierce grip sending shocks of arousal through him. “Oh God Jett,” she sobbed.
“That’s it baby. Come for me before I slide my cock in you. I want to feel you pulse around me. Grip me with that tight little pussy of yours.”
Her keening cry of release rent the air a few pre
cious seconds before the door to the room burst open.
A confused and visibly angry Sam stood in the doorway. Jett could see MJ’s hands gripping his arm, attempting to hold him back.
Corrine whipped her head in their direction, a deep red flush rushing up her chest and face.
Jett grabbed the covers, pulling them up over them both. This was definitely not the way he wanted Sam to find out about him and Corrine.
Chapter Eleven
“What the fuck is going on here?” Sam yelled. He blinked a few times but the vision of his sister in bed with a man wouldn’t go away. The sight and sounds she made were more than he could handle. Talk about scarring a guy for life.
Here he was innocently coming over for lunch. Hoping to spend some time with his sibling. The next thing he knows, he’s being assaulted with – he stopped the thought before it could fully form. He didn’t want to think it. Flat out refused to even go there.
At first, when he’d walked through the front door and heard the noises, he thought it might be MJ, which curiously pissed him off. He was quickly cured of that notion when she grabbed him, trying to drag him back out of the house.
Resisting MJ’s plea to leave, he opened the door to the spare room and received the shock of his life.
Narrowing his eyes, he finally took notice of the man in bed with his sister.
“What the fuck Jett? What in the hell are you doing in bed with my sister?”
That first day Sam showed up tugged at the back of his mind. He had an inkling something was up between them, but didn’t think they had gone this far yet. From the nonchalant way Jett acted around Corrine, he had started to doubt Jett was interested.
Jett pulled Corrine closer to him. Sheltering her from what, Sam didn’t know.
“Calm down Sam. This has nothing to do with you.” The level of calm coming from him made Sam pause.
“The hell it doesn’t. That’s my sister wrapped up in your arms.” Sam stalked into the room, barely aware of MJ behind him picking up clothes strewn around the room.
“Get dressed Corrine,” Sam demanded. Averting his eyes when MJ handed his sister her robe.
“Why the hell should I? You’re the one interrupting. No one invited your ass over,” she huffed out.
He peeked in his sister’s direction. She had moved to a sitting position holding the sheets over her chest. Sam was all too glad she had the decency to keep covered up. Seeing a person naked before a shift is one thing. Seeing them naked with your friend, completely different and so very wrong in his book.
“Without Mom and Dad here you’re my responsibility Corrine. Now get your damn robe on.”
“Fuck that. I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need you coming in here thinking you can tell me what to do.” Corrine narrowed her eyes at him. He could see she was gearing up for a fight. But first he needed to deal with his so-called friend.
Sam thrust his hand out in a stopping motion. “Get your ass dressed and get out of here. I have a few words to say to your lover boy over there. I don’t need you getting in the way either.”
“Oh no you don’t.” Corrine jumped out of the bed, throwing the robe on. As she finished tying it shut Sam grabbed her arm, pushing her out the door, closing and locking it after her.
She pounded on the door. “Damn it Sam. Let me in. I don’t stick my nose in your business. So butt out of mine. I can fuck whoever I want.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. It was a feeble attempt to stop the headache forming, but he would try anything at this point.
“It isn’t what you think, Sam.”
Sam spun around to face his friend, who was now standing and thankfully wearing his jeans. “Isn’t what I think? You don’t want to know what I think,” he said shaking his head. The anger burning a hole in his gut grew until he felt he was on fire. He knew the brown hue of his eyes must be pitch black. Letting Jett know in no uncertain terms exactly how he was feeling.
“Take a deep breath and calm down, man. Let’s talk about this like adults. Get the yelling out of the way and then we can talk. Just get it all off your chest.”
Even though Jett was acting calm and in control, Sam could see the man readying for a fight. Feet spread apart, arms crossed over his chest. He was ready to stand his ground.
“Oh I’ll get it off my chest. You’ve lost your damn mind if you think I’m going to let you run around behind my back screwing my sister, especially without commitment. I know you man. You don’t do long term. Or see only one woman at a time. Gigolo Jett and monogamous are never used in the same sentence. And I’ll be damned if you pull that shit with my sister.”
“Wow, you really cut to the heart of your problem with me. I’m different. She’s different.” Jett took a step forward bringing them that much closer to impending disaster.
Sam fisted his hands at his sides controlling the urge to strike out. “Damn right she’s different. She deserves a hell of a lot better than you.”
“Bullshit! How many times have I heard you say you wished she’d find a guy like me? A straight shooter. Hard worker. A guy who would stand by her side and love her for who she is. Just like I did with Macy, until the shit hit the fan.” Jett ground out.
Sam couldn’t hold back the snort at his comment. “I meant a guy like you. Not you. You don’t fuck your friend’s sister.”
From the stubborn look on Jett’s face, nothing Sam had said so far was even making a dent. It was time for a different tactic. Piss the guy off and see what happens. He was itching for a good fight anyway.
“Let me put this in terms you might be able to understand. You’d be pissed if you found me in bed with one of your sisters. Right?”
Anger sparked through Jett’s eyes. “Fuck that! They’re too young for you. And I would have skipped past pissed and gone straight to ripping your head off. You’re too old and too much of a player.”
“As much a player as you are. So you can see where I’m coming from then.”
Jett stepped forward again. “You’re wrong. I’m so far away from that guy I used to be, I’m surprised you recognized me the day I rolled up into the driveway.”
“You have been biding your time before Dewasa starts. There’s no way in hell you’re even interested in Corrine. She isn’t your type: Tall, blond and calculating. Not to mention skinny as a post. Did you think you could just fool around with her until it was time to look for your mate? Maybe just see what it was like to be with a shifter again? Lord knows human women aren’t as much fun in the sack.”
Jett took that last little step forward. Just like Sam hoped. Finally they were nose to nose and both ready to throw down.
A low growl came from Jett. “Watch what you say about my mate.”
“What? Your mate? What a crock of shit. Has it been that long since you’ve been with a shifter that the first one you hook up with you think is actually your mate?” Sam couldn’t hold his laughter back.
He saw the fist flying at him before he could react. The impact ricocheted through his skull. His vision went fuzzy and his head swam. He dropped to his knees as he tried to clear his head.
He was vaguely aware of Jett brushing past him, heading out the door. Any reservations he had about Jett’s feelings for his sister flitted away with the slamming of the front door.
Vibrations shook the floor beneath Corrine’s feet popping her up off the bed. The crunch of gravel as someone stormed away drew her to her bedroom window. By the time she shoved the curtain aside and lifted the window, Jett was rounding the driveway curve heading out of sight.
“Jett,” she yelled.
He kept walking. Never turning back or saying a word.
Her heart crumpled as it realized she was played a fool again.
Sighing, she turned from the window and the man she knew without a doubt she was in love with. Over the past two weeks he wormed his way into her heart with his light kisses and sensual caresses. Wak
ing up in his arms had been a dream. Yeah, she tried to quietly get out of bed and leave, but she didn’t want him waking up and telling her it had all been a mistake.
She should have stayed with her original thought that the sweet words from his mouth weren’t really meant for her. They were the ramblings of a drunken man trying to get in her pants. And it worked.
Shame coursed through her system. Still, deep down, a small flicker of hope burned that there was some truth to them. She tamped it out before the flicker turned into an inferno.
Heading for the bathroom, she started the water, filling the tub. A few squirts of her favorite bubble bath and jasmine infused the room—bringing with it its purifying, soothing effects.
Corrine stripped down before sinking into the depths of the tub. Dipping under the water, washing away the scent of Jett on her skin.
Surfacing from her room a couple of hours and thousands of tears later, she made her way to the basement. Searching out MJ.
She found her curled up on the couch. Dead to the world.
Settling on the couch across from her, Corrine’s thoughts turned to Jett again and what it had been like to be in his arms. To be the sole focus of his attention. He made her feel beautiful and cared for, and not just when they were having sex. The more she thought of him, the further down the path of depression she travelled, but she refused to let it take hold.
Springing from the couch, she pounced on MJ. “Wake up sleepy head. Let’s go. I feel like running.”
MJ’s eyelids popped open. Confusion shifting into recognition. “Did you say running?” she asked groggily.
“Yep. I need to clear my head. Soaking in the tub and crying my heart out didn’t help. Figure this will. It’ll at least shut the human side off—I hope.” She tugged MJ’s hand. Pulling her up from the couch with ease.
Out on the back patio it was a race to get undressed. MJ shifted and was trotting off to the tree line before Corrine could get her socks off. Her laugh came out swift and unexpected. For a second it even felt good.
