Chapter Three
Sitting across from her, watching her dig into the plate of plain, buttermilk pancakes, Jaz had some serious regrets. They could’ve gone to his place for pancakes. He could have had her naked in his kitchen. Well, naked with boots on …
Holy fuck those boots.
He could have settled her on his countertop to lick, eat, and fuck her with his tongue.
Hell, he’d love to take her on the hood of his car, on the trunk, in the seats, up against the door.
And all the while he tortured himself with those images, she ate her birthday treat. Or one of them. Oblivious to his thoughts and desires.
He wanted the next piece of meat she put in her mouth to be his cock, not bacon. He wanted the next drink she took to be from his cock, not from the glass of milk in front of her. He wanted the next wipe of her mouth to be from his tongue, not from the napkin in her lap.
He wanted to be the feast she devoured.
The hots he’d had for her all these months hadn’t tempered at all from their fuck earlier, not that he’d expected them to. He’d spent too long imagining her dark hair spread out on his pillows. Wanting those boots hooked around his hips. Those eyes as he pushed inside her. Except now that he'd seen her without the Katz costume, those hots threatened to boil over. She was so real in all her reactions, so honest in her actions, and he’d finally tasted those lips he’d wanted for so long. He’d held her delectable body against his and she fit so perfect. And the spark in her eyes when she—
“What’s wrong?”
Jaz wasn’t sure he could find his voice. “Nothing, why?”
“You’re staring at me like … It’s the look you would give me at Katz, like you wanted to eat me instead of the food you were ordering.”
“Like it or hate it?”
She blushed again and his dick hardened more than he thought possible.
“Kinda like it.”
“Good.” He took a bite of his own pancakes, blueberry with blueberry and maple syrup but minus the whipped cream. He needed to occupy his mouth or he’d pull her across the table and take a bite out of her.
He still watched her, though, never taking his eyes from her face. He couldn’t get over how much he loved seeing her this way, without all the makeup, without the wig, without the contacts. Even at one in the morning she looked so beautiful, so fresh, and she was so wrong. He wasn’t looking at her like he did at Katz on the nights she waited his table. No, he was pretty sure the look in his eyes was much stronger now, much darker, much hotter. He wanted to eat her alive, for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Then … He wanted to snack on her. He wanted to nibble at her lips, at her inner thighs, behind her knees and dive into the secrets of her bellybutton.
He needed something else to focus on. “How long have you and Jackie been friends?”
“We met in high school, were sort of friends. I helped her out with her homework and when I went off to college, she …”
“She went into adult entertainment,” he finished for her.
She nodded. “Yeah. She liked it though. I think she liked being a stripper. To a point. She liked the money, liked the girls, liked the attention. And she had a figure, which made her even more money.”
Jaz knew and understood all that. He’d hated Jackie working the pole, doing private parties. She’d been his sister, for shit’s sake. His foster sister, but blood or no blood didn’t change how they felt about one another. Mandi was right. Jackie loved what she did and she’d never regretted the choices she made. Hell, Katz was a booming business.
“She talked about you, you know. In letters. While I was at college and she was working, we wrote letters a lot. She said you made her promise to take self-defense classes. I’m glad you did. I worried about her.”
Jaz shrugged. “I wasn’t around to protect her, to stand up for her. I needed to know she could defend herself.”
“That’s what she said. That’s why she did it, why she promised.”
“Did she tell you why I couldn’t be there for her?”
“Yes.”
And she took that moment, that one serious moment and used that tongue of hers on her fork. It snaked out and licked at a drop of liquid sugar before it could drip back to the plate. His dick ached under the table and he forced himself not to reach down and adjust it. The damn woman was hell on him.
“It doesn’t bother you?” he managed to croak out.
“What? That you were in jail for a bit? No. Should it?”
She kept licking syrup from the tines. Heaven help him. She dipped the fork in the syrup on her plate then lifted it to her mouth and licked at it again. She made resisting the urge to pull her across the table and shove his cock to the back of her throat difficult. “You need to stop that.”
Wide eyes flew up to lock with his and that damnedable blush was back. She took one more long, slow lick of the piece of silverware before putting it down. The tip of her tongue took a swipe of her lower lip, then retreated back behind her teeth.
“Sorry.”
She didn’t look one bit contrite, so he wasn’t sure he believed her on that. “How many candles?” There, he changed the subject to something very, very safe.
“It’s not polite to ask a woman her age.”
“I didn’t. I asked how many candles. You could say one, two, thirty.”
“Uh-huh.” She smirked and he winked. “Forty.”
“You’re shittin’ me.”
“No.”
“You don’t look a day over thirty. Not that I’ve ever been good with guessing people’s ages, but you don’t look any older than me.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-five.”
“Well, I’m not too much older than you and Jackie is my age.”
“I know, but she doesn’t look it either, and if I had to guess her age, I wouldn’t think she’s forty.”
“Forty is the new thirty, you know.”
“Age doesn’t mean a whole lot to me.”
“What does? And if age doesn’t mean anything to you, why’d you ask?”
“So, I’d know how many birthday swats you get. And at the moment? You. You naked means a whole hell of a lot to me.”
The last blush hadn’t completely faded before another took its place, and he couldn’t stop himself. He pushed his plate, then hers, out of the way and leaned across the table. His intent was to give her a small kiss, but as with all intentions regarding her, they flew out the window. The second his lips touched hers, his tongue slid between them. He tasted the sweetness that was her and maple syrup. She had him on the brink of engaging in some very public displays of affection.
When he pulled back, her eyes had dilated. With reluctance, he nudged her back down, both frustrated and pleased with himself. “Can’t very well do that here in the pancake place though.”
“Then I guess we need to go.”
Her words caused his dick to jerk in his jeans and Jaz couldn’t blame it for wanting at her as soon as possible. He looked around the very busy and full-for-one-thirty-in-the-morning restaurant. He started to lift his hand to signal their waitress, but she caught his eye and nodded. Universal for she’d get to them as soon as she could.
Mandi picked up her fork again and drew designs in the syrup with it. He could think of a lot of things he would like to do with the syrup and her body. He cleared his throat and took a sip of his water. For not even trying, the woman had him so horny, so damn ready to fuck on the table. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made him feel that way.
Every time he saw her at Katz, he was ready to throw down and fuck her. Right now, in the middle of a family restaurant, was no different. There weren’t any families to speak this late at night, but … Even he didn’t know what it was about her that had him so tied up in knots. It didn’t matter, though. He didn’t need to know. He just needed to make sure she never forgot him, never forgot anything he did to her earlier, or would do to her later. He wanted to imprint himself on her body, on her mind, and one day, on her heart.
“I have a confession to make.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I’ve been crushing on you since my first night at Katz. I argued with Jackie when she wanted to seat you and your friends at one of my tables.”
“Why were you arguing?”
“It was lust at first sight?” She smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know. I saw you walk in behind Vinter and Dallon and …” She looked away, let her words trail off.
“And?”
“I can’t say it.”
“The hell you can’t. Spill it.”
“No, I …”
He couldn’t tell if she was being a tease or if she was embarrassed. After the dressing room, this was odd behavior. “What do you want to do after we leave here?”
That got her attention. She turned back to him. “Ummm … You.”
“Good. I wanna do you, too. But we’re not leaving here until you tell me what comes after the ‘and’.”
Her mouth dropped open for a split second before she closed it. “That’s not nice.”
“I didn’t say anything about nice.”
“You make me wetter than any man I’ve ever known.”
“Is that what—”
“Yes. I creamed my panties when I saw you. Felt them get all wet as I watched you looking around. Every other guy paled in comparison. I told Jackie I couldn’t wait on you. That I couldn’t talk to you.”
“What’d she say?”
“She smiled at me, gave me a wink, and said she understood.”
He shook his head. “I should’ve known. I bet she started matchmaking right then and there.”
“Yes.”
“We need to go. Now.” And lucky for them, their waitress chose that moment to stop and drop off the check. Jaz didn’t hesitate in picking it up. He tossed a few bills down for the tip and held his hand out for Mandi. When she took it, he pulled her up against him. “And we’re even too.”
“What do you mean?”
“You give me more hard-ons than any woman I’ve ever known.”
The surprise in her eyes and the smile that crossed her lips threatened his composure. There was no doubt that a little screwing, fucking, and making love the rest of the night was on his agenda. But … If she continued looking at him as though he was a big ol’ prize ? They wouldn’t make it further than the wall outside.
“Stop it. Put that look away.” Jaz took her hand and tugged her along after him. He stopped at the front counter and waited as the cashier rang up the order and took his money.
Mandi put her hand on his shoulder and leaned up against his side. One of her nipples rubbed against his arm, and he bit back a groan. “Keep the change,” he growled around a smile. He likely scared the crap out of the poor woman, though, then steered Mandi out the doors. “You’re such a tease.”
He pressed her against the trunk of his car, ground himself against her, and crushed his lips against hers. He worked at her mouth, which still tasted of syrup, and gripped her body in his hands, itching to get his dick inside her. He wasn’t going to be able to wait until they got back to … He didn’t even know where the hell they were going. He only knew he needed someplace close and private.
“In the car. Get those jeans down to your ankles and spread those sexy legs when you get in. Now.”
“Jaz, I …”
“Oh hell no. Don’t pull that innocent shit with me. You’ve been doing it all night, one minute the hot-as-fuck vixen, the next the sweet girl next door. I’m on to you and I’m going to be in you.” He propelled her to the passenger side and opened the door for her. “Now, Mandi. I can’t hold on much longer, and I want that heat, that wetness on my fingers.”
“That’s likely not going to help you hold on.”
He was going to lose his mind. He popped the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
He ushered her into the seat for the second time that night and shut the door. She lifted her hips and did exactly as he’d asked, except … Goddamn. She pushed her panties down too. She spread those lush thighs apart as far as she could and turned her head to look up at him, that sexy smile on her mouth.
She was going to leak all over his brand-spanking-new vinyl seat.
His cock was going to leak all over the inside of his jeans.
He slid across the hood of the car in his best Bo Duke imitation and was behind the steering wheel within seconds. He slid the key home in the ignition at the same time he leaned over in Mandi’s direction. “Kiss me.”
And dear God did she. She ravished his mouth with the most blatant kiss, holding nothing back. She had sex with him through it. Her tongue thrusting, her lips devouring. The scent of her arousal filled the car, and his hand found its way between her legs.
She raised up to his touch, but didn’t stop kissing him. Instead, she filled his mouth with moans and whimpers and pleas. Her hips pumped into his hand as he explored the folds of her pussy. She opened for him, invited him in.
He cupped her and his middle finger slid with ease between her ass cheeks she was so wet. Pulling back from the kiss, she opened her eyes, gripped his wrist, and held his hand against her.
“Make me come again, Jaz.”
She breathed the words while her other hand grabbed the front of his shirt.
“We’re still in the parking lot, baby. You sure?”
“I’m sure. I don’t care. You say things that turn me on so much I can’t think straight, can’t want anything but to come apart with you. I don’t care, I … Please …”
As she talked, she kept up the motion of her hips. He felt her bear down, press against the pads of his fingers. She shuddered and whimpered, but never lost eye contact with him. He kept watching her eyes, her face, but his peripheral vision was sharp. Only a few people walking through the small lot had given a cursory glance their way.
Her hand on his wrist tightened. “Hold your fingers still. Let me …”
He did as she wanted, and it was the best hand job he’d ever received. It wasn’t her hand on his dick but it was still a hand job. His hand, her pussy, and the job of making her come.
She masturbated herself on his fingers and her own. She guided his hand where she wanted it, when she wanted different pressure in a different place. Through the soaking wet lips, inside her tight cunt, and on her hot, hard clit, she used his whole hand to get off.
“Jaz …”
“I’m here, baby. Let go. I’m right here …” And he was. He wouldn’t miss it for the world.
She pushed into his fingers. She moaned and bucked and worked one of her fingers under his, rubbing for all she was worth.
“Put your fingers inside me. Fuck me with them.”
He’d had no damn idea she was this kind of woman. So open and scorching in her sexuality.
Jaz dropped two digits inside her, and before he’d thrust them three times, she came, dripping juice. Down his palm, his wrist, and likely to the seat below.
She didn’t scream or yell. She squealed a little, moaned, and the groan that left her throat was like that of a wild animal. In pain or in heat, he couldn’t tell, but the muscles that squeezed and pulsed and caged him inside her channel …
Then, through the last stages of her orgasm she kissed him. As hot as before, but softer, more intense.
“Damn, woman,” he whispered against her lips, flexing his fingers inside her.
“Damn, man,” she whispered back, pushing against his hand.
“Damn straight.”