Whiskey Burned (Flawed Heroes Book 2)

by Jessalyn Jameson

  She stilled. “What? TB?”

  He shook his head. “No. Fuck.”

  The way he said the word resonated deep within her, sending a thundering vibration down low in her belly. “Fuck,” she whispered.

  He groaned, moving with a sudden desperate haste to take off her jeans. She smiled as she watched him realize she’d forgotten a certain piece of clothing.

  Jake growled, meeting her gaze. “No panties.”

  She smiled. “Whoops.”

  He hastily tugged her jeans down, then leaned forward to kiss the soft spot below her belly button. “Say it again, baby.”

  For Jake, she’d say nothing but that one word for the rest of her life. Especially if it made his eyes flare brighter like that. “Fuck me, Jake.”

  “Ah hell, Baker. Anything you want.” He leaned over her, circling one nipple with his tongue, then the other, until both stood at rigid attention once more. Smiling, he slid lower, bringing his mouth level with her center, his breath teasing the sensitive skin there.

  Tamryn’s eyes fluttered closed when he placed his hands on her inner thighs, fingertips so close to sliding inside her but not damn close enough. He slid his palms down the length of her legs, sending shivers up her spine as her skin broke into goose bumps. He kissed the ball of each foot in turn, then sucked on her toe. Her eyes sprang open as pleasure surged within her, tightening her lower belly. “What…I didn’t think I’d like that,” she gasped. What the hell? No one had sucked on her toes before. It was…weird.

  And good. Holy shit, so damn good.

  He pulled her toe back into his mouth and sucked again, electricity shooting in a straight line from toe to groin. She wiggled from the pleasure building inside her.

  He tickled her left foot.

  Tamryn’s eyes popped open, and she jerked her leg from his grasp.

  Jake grinned. “Just making sure you’re still with me.”

  “Oh, I’m with you,” she murmured in a voice so throaty she almost didn’t recognize it as her own. She cleared her throat. “I hate being tickled.”

  “I know.” He laid her foot back on the bed, then stood, straightening to get a better view of her body. The heat of his gaze warmed her like a blanket as he caressed her with his eyes, drinking her in. He smiled when he finally looked into her eyes again, then slowly made his way back up the bed. “You hate being tickled. You hate when people save their gum for later—”

  Tamryn opened her mouth to speak, but he held up one hand.

  “Especially if they save it on their dinner plate.”

  Tamryn grimaced. Ugh.

  “You hate meatloaf and canned tuna. Meatballs. Romantic comedies. 80’s hair bands. Chinese food. You hate the sound of cardboard opening, especially frozen dinners.”

  She cringed, fighting a shudder; even thinking about that sound hurt her brain.

  “You love the smell of freshly baked bread. You love jumping in puddles.”

  Smiling, Tamryn reached up, running her fingertips across his face, through his hair, as he continued reciting all the little things he knew about her.

  “You love the scent of my cologne.”

  Tamryn tilted her head. “What?” Her cheeks heated.

  Jake flashed a wicked grin. “You always sniff me.”

  Eyes wide, she scoffed. “Do not.”

  He leaned forward, bringing his throat an inch from her nose. She tried to fight the desire to breathe him in, but it was fruitless. She inhaled, closing her eyes as the most familiar smell in the world tickled her senses and warmed her from head to toe.

  “See?”

  She pulled him closer, closer, until her lips met the skin of his neck. She kissed him, mouth slightly open, then nibbled. “I do love the smell of you.”

  “Like I said.”

  “But it’s not just your cologne. I love the way you smell even when you’ve been running.”

  Jake licked his lips. “That’s the pheromones.” He winked.

  “Amen to that. I love those pheromones.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her quickly.

  “You forgot something else I love.”

  He looked up at the wooden headboard behind her, eyebrows slightly bunched. “Oh, puppies. You’re a hopeless puppy lover.”

  “True. But more than puppies.”

  “More than puppies?”

  “Mhm.” She lifted her head to pull his earlobe into her mouth. “Much more than puppies.”

  He groaned softly as she played with his ear. “What could it be?”

  “Not what. Who,” she teased.

  Jake smiled, then brought his lips to hers once more, suckling her bottom lip and sending jolts down into her toes. “I love you, too,” he whispered against her mouth.

  She smiled, running her thumb across his lips when he pushed up once more to look at her.

  “I’m going to make good on my promise now.” He held her gaze.

  Tamryn’s pulse sped as he lowered himself over her. “Five different ways?”

  “Oh, at least,” he growled. “Until you lose your breath.” Gently, he brought his tip to her center, teasing her with slow, deliberate movements. He guided his cock through her wetness until her body, so hungry for him, began to follow his every move, her hips rising to meet him with every stroke. He slid inside, easing in gently, patiently allowing her body to stretch around him. She ached for him to proceed, her body burning, every point of connection a source of pleasure that begged to be pushed to the limit.

  “Jake,” she moaned, pressing against him, greedily taking as much of his length as she possibly could.

  “What is it baby?”

  “I need you.”

  Jake groaned. “I’m yours.”

  “Now, Jake.”

  With a guttural roar, he pounded into her, no longer holding back, no longer taking things slow, no longer worried about being careful with her. She’d asked for it and he was going to give it to her, and Tamryn nearly squealed with delight as he increased the speed of his thrusts. Each primal sound that escaped his lips brought her closer to the edge, each sound eliciting in her a reaction so raw, so uninhibited, she surprised even herself.

  He gripped the headboard with one hand as the other slammed against her hip, holding her to him as his thrusts grew even more intense, filling her to the point of pain. Perfect fucking pain that her body needed, wanted, had to have more of.

  “Oh, God, Jake!”

  Something snapped behind her head, and their eyes met. He paused for a brief second, glanced above her head, then looked back down at her, smiling sheepishly.

  She could buy another headboard, but she couldn’t wait a second longer for release. She slammed her hands against his chest and pressed her nails into his skin as she squeezed his cock inside her.

  His mouth dropped open on another moan, then he looked down at her with hungry eyes, bringing both hands to her hips as he thrust harder and faster until both of them came together, gripping tightly to one another as if the world actually did tremble beneath them.

  Tamryn awoke the feather-soft touch of Jake trailing his fingertips from her shoulder to her waist to her breast, circling around her nipple before making his way back up to her shoulder and starting the journey again. She smiled as his touch sent a message throughout her body: More. More Jake. More making love. More, more, more.

  She rolled over onto her other side to face him.

  “You fell asleep smiling.”

  Tamryn felt a familiar heat rush to her cheeks. “I’m still smiling.”

  “Good. I plan to make that “just fucked silly” smile of yours a regular thing around here.” Jake winked, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “And I don’t know if you noticed”—he paused, pulling her earlobe between his teeth—“but we only crossed one of the list. Four more to go.”

  Tamryn’s belly tightened in response to his words, the earlier promise of fucking her five different, colorful ways a very real possibility. She’d never lea
ve her apartment again, if this was what days with Jake would entail.

  Luce would understand.

  Jake pulled back to meet her gaze, his expression slightly more serious. “I love you, kid. You know that, right?”

  Tamryn nodded.

  “You’re safe with me. I’ll never break your heart.”

  She placed her hand on his cheek, rubbing her thumb back and forth. “I know.”

  And she did know. Somehow, throughout all the bullshit they’d been through, she knew he’d never break her heart again. Tamryn smiled, her eyes gently closed, her body still sated and full, deliciously spent, yet quickly beginning to long for round two.

  And three and four and five.

  “But, TB?”

  She looked up, surprised by his wicked grin. The flash of hunger in his eyes caused her breath to catch.

  He quickly glanced above her head, then met her gaze, a devilish glint in his eyes. “I can’t say the same for your headboard.”

  THE END

  Acknowledgements

  As usual, my gratitude must first go out to my number one girl, Tamara Mataya. Without you, I would have given up long ago. You’re the best CP, cheerleader, and ass-kicker a girl could ask for, and I love you so hard. Thank you for always telling me my books are steamy, even when they don’t even come close to the heat of your stories. You can always sit with me, Tam. Always.

  This book would just be a stack of sexy words on paper without the gorgeous hunk of man meat on the cover! Thank you to my amazing cover artist, Michelle Johnson…you’ve got mad skills, lady! Each book cover is better than the last, and I am so thankful for your artistic talent.

  A special shout out goes to Danielle Fine, who selflessly offered support when I was drowning in formatting issues. I’m reminded of that old saying: Give a man a fish, and you’ll feed him for a day; teach a man to fish, and you’ll feed him for a lifetime. (Is that how it goes?) Anyway, she helped me learn how to format, and I am beyond thankful! *No fish were harmed in the making of this book.

  For my friends and family, both in and out of the writing community: I will be forever grateful for your unwavering love and support. Mama, thank you for always being eager to read my words…even when they’re naughty, and for always being honest, even though you probably still just want to gush all over me because I wrote a book, lol! Jon, my husband and rock, whose hard work and drive has allowed me to continue pursuing this dream of mine, I promise to repay you with unlimited trips to Bass Pro Shops and custom pool cues when I’m rich and famous.

  My thanks also go to my super awesome agent, Laura Zats, for allowing me the freedom to write my sexy self-pubbing stuff while waiting patiently for my next YA. Thank you, Laura. I owe you a lot of beer for putting up with me and the way my mind wanders when I’m supposed to be focusi—

  And to you, the readers, I just wish I could express what it means to me that you took the time to invest in my characters. They thank you, and I thank you…from the bottoms of our chaotic hearts.

  About the Author

  Jessalyn Jameson writes sexy, troubled love stories that break the rules and sit just outside the romance box. Jameson’s couples mess up, break up, make up…and fight their way to their HEA. Nothing worth having comes easily—why should a happy ending be any different?

  When she’s not writing, you can usually find her with a drink in hand and a far-off look in her eyes, always dreaming up her next chaotic couple.

  WHISKEY BURNED is the second standalone in Jameson’s Flawed Heroes series. The first book, CHLORINE & CHAOS, is available in both paperback and Kindle e-book on Amazon.