“Hmm,” she hummed and the vibration against my neck made me wonder what that sound would feel like if she had my dick in her mouth. “A fact is something proven to be true with evidence. As of yet, nothing has been proven. I’d say it’s nothing but speculation on your part.”
“How about we take this conversation back to my house? You give me five minutes, and I’ll give you all the evidence you need.”
“Five minutes? I’d call that a disappointment.”
Holy shit, I loved her wit. I also noticed she hadn’t said no.
“I said five minutes is what you’d need. Not what I had to give.”
I kissed the soft skin below her ear and straightened.
“How about another shot?” I asked, changing the subject.
“You trying to get me drunk, Jack?” Damn, she was cute. The stupid nickname didn’t even bother me coming from her. She’d taken to calling me Jack after my cousin and best friend, Quinn Walker, told her how much I hated it. I was finding I didn’t mind it all that much falling from her lips. Though, if I had it my way, she’d be panting it as an orgasm tore through her. “Before you waste your money, trying to get me drunk to—”
“The fuck?” Her statement was like a cold, hard slap in the face.
I’d given her no indication I was some douchebag who would try and get her drunk and take advantage of her—or anyone for that matter. I’d also told her flat out I didn’t want her drunk. We’d gone from playful banter to her forehead wrinkling in seriousness.
Tuesday’s back went straight, and she flinched. “Well, isn’t that why most men try to get a woman drunk?” She went on, undeterred by my outburst.
What the fuck?
“That’s jacked. I don’t know what kind of men you’ve been hangin’ around but, I’ll tell you, I am not that kind of man. When you end up in my bed, and straight up, Tuesday, that’s where this is headed, you’re gonna be stone-cold-sober. You’re gonna remember every part of the festivities. You’re gonna be an active participant. And you’re gonna wake up the next morning, exhausted and satisfied, having not one single regret you’d said or done something you didn’t want to do because you were drunk.”
“Sorry. That was shitty of me to say.”
“Apology accepted. Another drink?”
She sat there quietly staring at me. Something was working behind her eyes, I gave her the time she needed and finally she answered. “Yeah.”
I motioned for the bartender and ordered us another round. By the time the drinks were set in front of us she was smiling.
“Maybe I was wrong about you.” My brow went up in a wordless question and she answered. “Here I thought you only had one thing on your mind when you asked me out.”
“I have more than one thing on my mind when it comes to you, Tuesday. But you will not be drunk when we explore the possibilities.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have another drink then.” Her sexy, full lips curved up into a smile.
“Bartender?” I called out and waited for the man to turn. “A water, please?”
Her smile turned into a chuckle. I noticed her thumb was tapping on the bar to the rhythm of the song filling the room.
“You like this song?”
“Oh, yeah. I love Genesis. I’ve walked the runway to this song a bunch of times. It has the perfect beat to strut to.”
Phil Collins crooned on about not being about to dance and I could vividly imagine Tuesday’s fine ass prancing down the catwalk in a pair of sky-high heels with her body swaying to the tempo. Phil was singing about a woman with the perfect body and perfect face, the song could’ve been written about her.
“I’d love to see that.”
“What, me walk?”
“Hell, yeah. I bet it’s sexy as all hell.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Babe.” I shook my head. “Your legs, your ass, your attitude. Shit.”
Her body shook with laughter, complete with the snort. Damn, I loved that sound.
Her soulful brown eyes came to mine and, even in the dull light of the dingy bar and her shit day notwithstanding, they were flashing bright with humor. They were so striking I couldn’t tear my gaze away.
“You ready to get out of here?” she asked.
“Absolutely.”
I couldn’t wait to see her bourbon orbs burn with something else.
4
Tuesday
“Jackson!” I panted.
“One more,” he growled against my inner thigh right before his teeth sank in.
My hands tangled in his thick, brown hair trying to stop him from honing in on where his mouth was headed. Jackson had not lied. He hadn’t even exaggerated a little. Brilliant. All of it.
I was flat on my back in my bed and I was going to beg. This was because his mouth was between my legs and his tongue was doing more than lashing. He’d also added his fingers. And they were working their magic. He’d already brought me off once to a screaming orgasm. Now he wanted to wring another out of me, but I wanted other things.
I was ready.
More than ready.
He’d spent a goodly amount of time exploring. He’d licked, sucked, and nipped from my neck to my thighs. I’d barely had a chance to touch him. So, yeah, I was ready for my turn. More than.
“Ohmygod.”
Jackson soothed the sting of his bite, flattening his tongue, he left a wet trail as he moved toward my center. Every muscle tensed as he nibbled his way around my slit before he pierced his tongue inside.
“Please,” I begged.
His thumb moved faster, rolling over my clit, and there was no way I could hold back.
With both hands fisting his hair, I held his mouth where I needed and rocked my hips, desperate for the orgasm that was just out of my reach.
“You taste so fucking sweet, Tuesday. Come on, baby, give me one more.”
His mouth latched onto my over-sensitive nub and his fingers slid inside. That was all it took for me to fall into bliss.
It took a moment for my orgasm to move from me and to come back to myself, and when I did all of my senses were alert. The room was filled with the smell of excitement, my skin was hot and tingling, and I could hear every labored inhale as I tried to draw in oxygen.
“Sweetness?” I opened my eyes to see Jackson’s face hovering over mine.
“Kiss me,” he whispered. His breath puffed against my mouth.
I didn’t move the mere inches it would take for our lips to touch. I was too overwhelmed by the feel of his body pressed against mine. My legs wrapped around his hips, and I locked my ankles, pulling him closer.
One of his elbows rested near my head, propping him up. His other hand was on my neck, but he was moving it up to cup my cheek.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
His brown eyes held mine, and suddenly this didn’t feel like the lust fueled romp it had been when we’d gotten back to my house and he’d torn my clothes off and tossed me on the bed. This was very different than the hot and heavy flirtatious exchange as he’d spread my legs and told me exactly how he was going to eat me out until I screamed.
This was soft and gentle. It was too much, it would be too easy for sweet Jackson to slip past the barriers I’d built. I needed him to be the rough and dirty man he’d been when he teased his tongue between my legs.
“What are you waiting for, Jack?” I lifted my hips and moaned when the head of his dick pressed against my clit.
“Kiss me, Tuesday, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Why?” I whispered.
The tip of his dick nudged my opening. “Stop asking questions and kiss me,” he demanded.
“Jackson.”
“Babe, as soon as you kiss me, I’ll fuck you until you see stars.”
His promise spurred me on, I lifted my head the small distance, stopping with our mouths a hair’s breadth away. I waited, testing him, but he didn’t move, not a millimeter. He was serious.
My tongue dar
ted out and licked his bottom lip. “I can taste myself,” I murmured against his mouth, my legs tightened around his hips, and I let my hands roam his back. I lightly pecked one corner of his mouth, then the other.
His control was impressive, but mine was slipping. With another swipe of my tongue along the seam of his lips he groaned and started to press inside. “Please,” I begged and gently bit his bottom lip. His mouth opened for me and in one thrust he filled me completely.
My back arched, my breath fled, and all attempts of kissing him were gone. He’d taken over. Completely. Our bodies were his to command and our kiss his to control.
My nails scraped down his back, settling on his ass, and I held on. One of his hands went to my hair and he fisted a hank, tilting my head where he wanted it. I couldn’t keep up with his thrusts, my hips moved but I was a bystander, lost in the moment.
“Goddamn,” he groaned as he surged in. “Fuck, baby.”
His strangled voice sent an electrical spark to my core and my insides started to flutter.
“Jackson!”
“Take it, Tuesday.” His hand went under my ass and he yanked me up as he thrust forward. My hands were still roaming the smooth skin of his back, and his mouth was exploring my throat and neck.
I couldn’t take it, I was so close, but I couldn’t reach it.
Almost.
His mouth moved lower and he pulled my nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue, once, twice, then he bit down. Pain mixed with a rush of pleasure, and I was toppling over, screaming my pleasure. His lips loosened and he kissed around the sore nub.
He lifted his head and stared down at me, sweat dotted his forehead, and his eyes were wild. They drank me in, and I was afraid in that moment he could see everything I didn’t want him to. Every insecurity I had, but pretended I didn’t.
“Flip over.” His roughened voice ripped through my sexual haze.
“Huh? I thought—”
“Not even close, Sweetness. I want you on your hands and knees so I can hold on to that fine ass while I get you off.”
His words sparked aftershocks and my inner muscles clenched.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “On your stomach, Tuesday.”
He didn’t wait for me to agree. He pulled out, flipped me over, then his hands were everywhere. Touching, gliding, kneading. He kissed one of my ass cheeks before he yanked me up to my knees, pressing his hand on my shoulder keeping my upper body flat against the bed, and slammed home.
“Holy . . . fuck!” I screamed.
He was a hell of a lot deeper this way, he felt thicker, bigger. “Fuck, yes. Spread your legs wider, Sweetness.” I did as he asked. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”
“Jackson,” I panted. “Holy hell. Hurry.”
“So goddamn good.” He pounded into me. “I’m gonna fuck you, baby, you ready?”
Ready? Wasn’t that what he was doing?
“Oh, God,” I cried out.
“You’re so slick and hot, and your pussy feels so good.” One hand moved between us and zeroed in on my poor abused clit. The moment he touched it I jolted. “You’re gonna come with me.”
“No way. There’s no way.”
Jackson pinched and tweaked my clit, while his hips rolled. The onslaught of sensation was too much. My body was hot all over, and then his other hand snuck between the bed and my chest and, in some magical move, he found my nipple and pinched it between two fingers. My body bucked and my vision blurred.
“Please,” I moaned, thrashing my head.
“Tuesday,” he roared.
Our grunts and groans filled the room. There was so much heavy breathing it was surprising we hadn’t sucked all of the oxygen out of the room.
“Fuck, Sweetness.” He slammed in, rubbed my clit, and I was gone.
I wrenched my eyes closed and the last thing I remembered was the flash of bright lights dancing behind my lids.
Pure magic.
5
Jackson
Tuesday started to stir in my arms, and I was enjoying the last minutes I had holding her while she slept. Her pliant body pressed to my side, one arm thrown over my stomach, and her hand was resting on my side. Last night she’d passed out seconds after I’d pulled the fourth orgasm from her. She was so exhausted she hadn’t even fought me when I’d gathered her into my arms and tucked her close. Now that she wasn’t lust drunk, I knew she was going to pull away.
It was going to piss me off.
I knew it; therefore, I was prepared.
So, I was enjoying this, the last moments of soft, sleepy woman. Memorizing. I needed to remember what this felt like as I went about the herculean task of talking Tuesday around to giving us a chance.
Before last night, I’d thought I’d been sure I wanted to explore a relationship with her. I was infatuated with her smile and the way she let loose and laughed. She’d done it in a way that told me she lived life to its fullest.
But I was wrong.
So wrong. Now that I’d had her under me, wrapped around me, felt her let loose it in a whole different way, I knew how wrong. Her smile—breathtaking. Her moaning her pleasure down my throat—incendiary. Never have I had a woman so into me, and me into her. We didn’t fuck last night, we detonated.
The second we’d walked into her bedroom we were tearing at each other’s clothes. Wild abandon and desperation. There were no other words for it. Tuesday looked good, tasted good, and felt fucking great. But as rough as I’d been, there was an underlying softness to her touch. If I had to guess, she didn’t do one-night stands. Though she was going to lie to me and say that’s all this was. There was no way the woman I fucked last night had random sex. When I’d slowed things down and demanded she kiss me, I saw it. And after she flew apart for me, it was confirmed. We may’ve fucked, it may’ve been wild, but it meant something to her, even if all it meant was she was giving me something she doesn’t often share. And it meant a fuck of a lot to me.
So I was waiting for it. The lie, that all we were was a one-time thing fueled by alcohol and lust and it was going to piss me off.
Again, I knew it, so I was prepared.
I was also going to push because I wanted more.
Tuesday shifted, and her body turned to steel.
Here we go.
“Morning.” I tightened my arm, kissed the top of her head, and braced.
“Shit,” she muttered.
If I hadn’t been ready, I would’ve been offended. But I’d known.
Tuesday was gearing up to shore her defenses.
I allowed my hand to continue to glide up and down her back. I decided it was best to focus on how soft her skin was. So damn soft and silky I could touch her all day.
But she was getting ready to kick me out so I was taking my fill.
“Jackson,” she started. And in three . . . two . . . one . . . “We need to talk.”
“No, Tuesday, the last thing we need to do is talk.”
“We do. This was a—”
“Do not finish that, Tuesday.”
“It can’t—”
“Yes, it can.”
The steel she’d infused turned to titanium.
“Jackson. Seriously. Stop cuttin’ me off and listen. Last night was great. But come on, you know what it was.”
“And what was last night?” I asked, though I didn’t need to. I knew what last night was, and knew she was going to poison it.
“Fun. A one-time thing. That’s all it can be.”
One second, she was cuddled to my side, the next, I rolled her to her back. Big, expressive, brown eyes wide with shock stared up at me. I brushed the tangled, mess of blonde hair away from her face and looked down at her. One of her legs was pinned under me, and there was no way she could miss my hard-on digging into her thigh.
“I’ll give you the fun part. Though, there are better ways to describe last night.” I hooked her free leg around my hip and my hand moved to her ass and I hefted her closer. “But, you’re straight up c
razy if you think that after what you gave me last night, I’m not gonna want seconds, and thirds.”
“Jackson.”
“My name’s not an answer, Sweetness.”
“You may want seconds, but it’s not gonna happen.”
“Let me take you out.”
“No way.”
“Lunch? Dinner? Late night snack?”
She shook her head, I smiled, then lowered my mouth to hers. She did not open to kiss me. She did, however, press her lips together into two thin lines in an attempt to keep me out. I brushed my mouth against hers, and licked the seam of her lips. I lingered a beat, and she softened.
“We’ll see,” I said against her lips, then pushed up, rolled to the side, and out of bed.
“No, we won’t. This is done. No more flirting. No more asking me out. And absolutely no more sex.”
“We’ll see,” I repeated.
“Don’t make this awkward. We had a few drinks, we laughed, and we fucked. Nothing more.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Jackson,” she snapped.
“Yeah, babe?”
I turned, completely comfortable in my nudity. Her eyes dropped to my dick and I know what she saw. It was pointing straight at her. So damn hard, you could’ve used it as a towel rack. I gave zero fucks and certainly didn’t mind her slow perusal.
“Put some clothes on for Christ’s sakes.”
She was now sitting up, holding a sheet against her chest. That was unfortunate. She had great tits. Medium sized, perky, with pretty pink tips that I knew, when played with, set her off. Next time I’m going to spend a great deal of time paying homage, seeing if she can come just from me talking to her while I played with her nipples.
I didn’t answer her, just tagged my jeans off her bedroom floor, yanked them up, and buttoned my fly. Next were my shirt, socks, and boots. I wordlessly dressed but hadn’t stopped looking at her. I was memorizing that moment, too. How she looked sitting in the middle of her bed, sheets tangled, comforter askew, sex hair, and thoroughly fucked. So damn pretty, a disheveled mess.
It was even better knowing it was me that had made her look that way.
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