"You better not hurt her, or Andy will kick your ass with Jensen's help," I warned him with a glare.
"I'm more worried about me getting hurt," he mumbled under his breath, and I swear I saw an evil gleam in his eyes for half a second.
"What?" I asked not sure I had heard him right.
"Nothing, Syd," he answered with a grin. "I didn't say anything at all."
"Okay, weirdo," I replied as I shook my head, hoping he wasn't going to share anything else about this subject.
Thankfully, we were pulling into the restaurant parking lot by then, and by the time that we were seated; he had moved on to talk about his sister and his two nephews, who he absolutely adored. He talked about Diana's pregnancy, how moody she was right now, and when the baby was due. It made me start to wonder what it would be like to be pregnant and have a family of my own. Those thoughts inexplicably filled my mind with an image of Jensen as I just knew that he was the one I wanted to share that with. It was the very first time that the thought of getting pregnant didn't fill me with dread. I wanted that kind of future with Jensen, and it was a profound revelation, a revelation that filled me with hope. I felt a sudden surge of confidence that I could help him get through his PTSD and come out the other side with both of us stronger and better for it. These thoughts calmed the worry and fear in my heart, and filled me with purpose. The wash of relief that suddenly came over me at that moment was almost palpable.
I had lifted my hand up to ring Jensen's doorbell just after five thirty, when the door opened abruptly, and I jumped as it startled me. Jensen surged forward and grabbed the bag of groceries that I was carrying before I dropped them.
"You scared the shit out of me," I told him with a laugh.
"Sorry," he said with an apologetic grimace. "I was just happy you were here, and I couldn't wait to see you."
"You were watching out the window for me weren't you?" I accused him with an amused grin.
"Maybe," he answered evasively as he smiled sheepishly. I continued smiling as an image of Jensen staring out the window like a love sick puppy came to mind.
"What's in the bag?" he asked as he ushered me through the door and up the steps into his condo.
"They're called groceries, in case you forgot," I explained with patronizing sarcasm. "You know, food that you buy so you can cook at home."
"Very funny," he said, narrowing his eyes at me.
"I thought so," I smirked.
"What are we cooking?"
"I am cooking breakfast for you tomorrow morning."
"And what exactly did I do to deserve that?" he asked as I followed him into the kitchen and watched him place the bag of food in the refrigerator. He turned to face me. I dropped my purse and overnight bag on the floor, walked up to him, and slid my hands up his chest, making a small hum of pleasure at the feel of the hard muscles there.
"We'll see," I answered softly with a salacious smile. He returned my smile with an indecent one of his own, and leaned down to kiss me. My world lit on fire when his lips touched mine, the kiss almost bruising as it immediately turned hot and needy. He pulled me into his embrace, his kiss deep and demanding. I could feel his cock hardening against me, and I fisted his shirt and pulled him in closer, needing to feel every inch of his body against mine.
"You're so fucking hot," he gasped as he pulled his lips away to catch his breath. He cupped my face in his hand and rubbed his thumb across my swollen lips. I sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip like it was his cock. "Fuck," he breathed out as his eyes widened and locked onto my mouth, his face raw and filled with lust.
Suddenly, he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder as I squealed in surprise. I was really starting to like this caveman fetish of his. He grabbed my bags off the floor and took off down the hall at a fast clip, like he was a man on a mission.
"What are you doing?" I laughed as I dangled helplessly down his back.
"I need to fuck you and take a shower before we go out tonight," he said. "I thought I would combine the two to save time."
"Well, I won't argue with your brilliant time management skills."
"Good," he responded as he swatted my ass before carrying me up the stairs. We spent the next half-hour or so doing nasty things to each other in the shower until we both emerged, Jensen with a look of smug satisfaction on his face and me smiling like an idiot.
"What time are we leaving?" I asked him as he was shaving a short while later. He was standing in front of one of the dual sinks in his bathroom, wearing nothing at all. It was one hell of a view from where I stood in front of the other sink with my hair dryer in my hand.
"Andy and Lydia are picking us up at seven thirty," he said as he glanced my way, eying my naked body before looking back in the mirror. He moved his razor in slow sure strokes that I found very masculine and extremely sexy. "You know what that means don't you?" He met my eyes in the mirror and smiled mischievously. I shook my head at him with a clueless expression. "It means we can both get sloppy drunk and then fuck each other's brains out when we get home."
"Wow," I said and bit into my lower lip at that thought. "You are just full of great ideas tonight."
"It's frightening how smart I am, isn't it?"
I just rolled my eyes and turned the hair dryer on. He finished a few minutes later and was turning to leave the room. "Hey," I said as I turned off the dryer. He paused in the doorway and looked at me questioningly. "When you're dressed, go downstairs and wait for me there. Don't come back up here, okay?"
"O..kay...?" He frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"I don't want you to ruin my big reveal."
"What exactly is there left to reveal?" he asked as he looked pointedly down at my nude body.
"My outfit, you big dummy," I huffed. "Haven't you seen the movie, She's All That?"
"She's all what?" he laughed.
"Never mind, just humor me. Okay?" I said with a glare.
"Fine," he said wryly as he lifted his hands in surrender as he fled the room. "I'll wait downstairs."
I straightened my hair with a flat iron after he left the room. By the time I finished my makeup and stepped out of the bathroom, his room was empty. I could hear the TV downstairs where he was waiting. I pulled my clothes out of my bag and hastily dressed as I noticed it was seven fifteen already. I paused in front of the mirror to see how I looked. I smiled at myself. Jensen was going to lose his shit when he saw me. I was wearing skin tight black leather pants paired with a metallic dark silver tank that hugged the girls and dipped low in the back, showing lots of skin. I had chosen smoky eyes and nude lips for my face, and I thought I looked damn hot. With a self-satisfied nod, I slipped on my strappy silver heels and some simple hoop earrings, and I was ready to go.
I walked to the top of the steps and worked my way down slowly, partly so I didn't fall in my heels and partly for effect. Halfway down, I could see Jensen on his sofa, his legs stretched out with his black boots crossed on the coffee table. He was staring at the screen, mindlessly flipping through channels when I cleared my throat to get his attention. He glanced up at me and his mouth gaped open, his eyes widening in shock. The remote fell from his limp hand as he sat up, still speechless. His eyes followed me as I descended the rest of the way down the stairs and stopped.
He finally stood, eying me up and down as he slowly moved toward me. He looked pretty mouthwatering himself in a slim-fitting dark-gray T-shirt and jeans. His simple clean appearance looked damn fine on him. My eyes traveled down his body and back up again. I gasped when I saw his eyes. They were absolutely feral and dark with need. His intensity almost made me take a step back in self-defense. I practically had to force myself to walk further into the room.
He circled me like a predator, and I could feel his eyes burning into me. I almost jumped when he slid his hand along my ass after he had disappeared behind me. He reappeared on my other side, and when his eyes finally met mine, a slow sensual smile spread across his lips, toning
down the intensity and making me feel at ease again. "Holy. Fucking. Shit," he blurted out as he shook his head. "You look like a goddamn wet dream."
"See why I wanted you to wait downstairs?" I asked him smugly as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"It was totally fucking worth it," he answered and reached out to me with a hand. I took it and let him pull me into his arms. His hands slid slowly down my shoulders, skimmed the expanse of bare skin across my back, and gripped my ass, pulling my pelvis into his. His lips stopped mere millimeters from mine, and I felt my knees weaken. "You look like a very very bad girl," he growled as he stared at my lips with hooded eyes. His breathing was harsh and uneven.
"If I'm so bad, maybe you should spank me," I said low and seductively.
"Yes." The promise in that one harshly whispered word made me swoon with desire.
"I'd like that," I whispered, barely able to speak.
"I wish I could kiss you," he said longingly.
"Why can't you?"
"I don't want to fuck up you makeup." He met my eyes with a look of disappointment.
"I don't fucking care," I said as my eyes drifted down to his perfect full lips. It was all the invitation he needed. I was suddenly being devoured by the hottest most intense kiss of my entire life. It felt like fire ignited under my skin as waves of lust and desire swept through me from the feel of his lips alone. Our tongues lashed together in a frenzy of need and want, and I didn't ever want it to end.
Of course, that was when the doorbell rang.
"Fuck!" We both groaned in unison as we pulled apart. Our eyes met, and humor flashed across his eyes.
"You really are starting to sound like me, baby," he said with amusement as he pulled away from me. "I don't know if that's a good thing or not."
"You make swearing fun," I told him with a smile.
"That sounds like a song title."
"Yeah, it'd be like Weird Al doing Fleetwood Mac," I suggested with a grin. He burst out laughing just as the doorbell rang again.
"We're coming, you impatient motherfucker," he mumbled as he winked at me, took my hand, and led me down the hall. I felt excitement tingling through me as we descended the steps to his front door. This was our first real date, and I couldn't wait to see what this night had in store for us. Andy was standing there with a huge grin on his face as Jensen swung the door open. He was dressed in jeans with a gray vest and black tie over a white button up shirt that was rolled up to his forearms. He had his beat-up black Chuck Taylors on his feet.
"Hello, ladies!" Andy announced with a bow after eying Jensen's face.
"Ladies?" Jensen asked with a glare.
"I'm sorry," Andy said apologetically. "I thought maybe you had your surgery already."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jensen looked completely perplexed now, and I stifled a laugh, knowing where this was going.
"It was nice of you to share with Sydney too," Andy continued, sharing a smirk with me. "That color looks really good on both of you."
I couldn't stop the laughter that burst out of me as sudden realization flooded Jensen's face. "Son of a bitch," he snarled as he started rubbing the nude lipstick off of his mouth and scowling at Andy.
"It's going to be an epic night, Syd," Andy said to me with a huge shit-eating grin on his face. "I can tell already."
We had a fabulous dinner at this sushi place that was absolutely phenomenal. The four of us laughed and carried on, entertained by Andy's stories about all the crazy shit that Jensen and he had gotten into in high school and college. It made me realize that the real Jensen, the one who laughed easily and enjoyed joking around with the people he cared about, was slowly returning the more I was around him. It just proved that he was definitely better off with me, no matter what he thought to the contrary.
By the time we left the restaurant, I was already a little tipsy from the bottle of sake Jensen, Lydia, and I had shared. Lydia and I were walking across the parking lot side by side, while the boys trailed along behind us bickering about something car related. She looked fantastic in a multi-colored chevron maxi skirt paired with a spaghetti strapped black tank. She had a long string of multi-colored beads around her neck, and her red curls were cascading down her back. She looked gorgeous.
"Do they always do that?" I asked as I surreptitiously glanced back at the guys.
"You mean how they sound like an eighty-year-old married couple?" she asked with a giggle, her eyes glassy and just a little unfocused. I guess I wasn't the only one feeling the sake.
"Exactly." I smiled back with amusement. I really liked Lydia, and I think I had finally found a woman I could call a friend.
"That's how they share their love with each other," she answered. "It's even worse if one or both have been drinking. Hell, you should have seen them last Friday. Jensen was so fucked-up that they were arguing before we even got inside the restaurant."
"Huh," I answered, having this nagging feeling that detail should somehow mean something to me, but I was too buzzed to focus on it enough to be sure. I dismissed the thought as ridiculous when I couldn't figure why it would be important.
"Jensen ended up barfing in our driveway at Andy's feet. It was disgusting," she continued with a laugh. "Anyway, they always bicker like that. They'll never admit it, but they love it. I think it's adorable." She leaned in conspiratorially. "Don't tell them I said that."
"Don't tell us what?" Andy asked as Jensen and he caught up with us.
"I said, don't tell them they're gorgeous, or it will just go to their heads," Lydia answered him with a wink at me.
"It's true," Andy told me. "If we were any hotter, we'd be fighting all the girls off with sticks. We'd never get anything done."
"There'd be droves of them. We wouldn't even be able to leave the house," Jensen agreed with a wry smile as he came up from behind me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I rolled my eyes at him and put an arm around his waist. His smile warmed, and pressed a gentle kiss to my temple.
Andy unlocked his car, and we all piled in. Jensen pulled me closer as I settled into the backseat next to him. He leaned in and started trailing warm kisses across my shoulder and up my neck as Andy pulled out into the street.
"What are you doing?" I whispered as I glanced toward Andy and Lydia, who were engrossed in their own conversation.
"I'm kissing you," he rumbled against my skin, the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. His arm wrapped around my waist as he began sucking gently on my earlobe.
"Stop," I demanded half-heartedly as desire began pulsing between my thighs, my voice barely more than a whisper. "They'll see us."
"They don't care, baby, and it's too dark to see much anyway," he whispered back, then continued his assault on my ear with his lips and teeth. He placed his hand on the supple leather of my pants and glided it up my inner thigh. I grabbed his hand and stopped him, just as he almost reached my aching core. He took my hand in his and placed it on his erection. It was straining under the denim of his jeans, and I gasped at his boldness. "You see what your pants are doing to me? I don't even want to go to the bar anymore."
"That's too bad," I told him. "I want to dance tonight."
"You could dance just for me," he suggested as he met my eyes. His green eyes were glassy and so full of desire that I was tempted to tell Andy to take us home instead.
"No. You can be patient," I told him. "Remember, you're a big boy." I squeezed his cock with those words, making him groan quietly.
"You make me big," he laughed and kissed my lips. His kiss was soft and yet deceptively demanding. I could feel him slowly stoking my lust for him higher and higher with each soft caress of his tongue on mine. The surge of desire that suddenly flashed through me was startling. I wanted him so badly right now that I could barely breathe, and I felt like I might combust right there in the back of Andy's car. I thought a sober Jensen was sexy, but Jensen with an alcohol buzz was smoking hot. I ran my knuckles up and down his cock through his jeans, and felt
a flash of triumph when he let out a stuttered breath into my mouth. I wasn't the only one on the verge of losing control.
"Alright guys, knock it off. We're here," Andy announced from the front seat without even turning around. I pulled away reluctantly, and stared helplessly at Jensen's mouth as he bit his lower lip in frustration.
"Later," he rumbled desperately.
"Yes," I moaned in agreement as Jensen readjusted himself with a disappointed sigh.
We climbed out of the car, and the four of us walked through the parking lot toward the entrance of the bar. The place was packed, if the almost full parking lot was any indication. We got in line to get in, and Jensen placed a warm hand at the small of my back. The contact made me shiver, and it had nothing to do with being cold. My raging libido was strung so tight that part of me wanted to drag Jensen into the nearest bathroom and let him do whatever he wanted to me. He started caressing his fingertips up and down the smooth skin of my back. I looked up to find him staring at me like he wanted to eat me, and God help me, I wanted to be eaten.
When we finally made it inside, I glanced toward the stage to see that the same band from three weeks ago was already playing. I smiled. It was amazing how much your life could change in such a small amount of time. Jensen grabbed one of my hands and brought it to his lips. I watched him kiss the back of my hand with warm affection in his eyes as he looked down at me. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was.
"Hey!" Andy yelled over the crowd and pointed at a table near the dance floor to our left. "Let's snag that table over there!" He hurried ahead of us and claimed the tall table with four stools for us. My feet almost cheered with happiness. They could use a rest after standing in line outside on the concrete in heels. I was about to climb up on the stool when Jensen picked me up and plopped me down on the seat instead. He scooted another stool up close to mine, and took a seat himself, placing a hand possessively on my knee. Andy and Lydia sat across from us, both watching Jensen with amusement.
"What!?" he asked as he noticed them looking at him. Andy waved a dismissive hand at him as Lydia just smiled knowingly. Jensen shook his head in annoyance and then flagged a passing waitress down to place our drink orders.
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