CHAPTER FOUR

JASON

HE WAITED A LITTLE BIT BEFORE following her into her bedroom. He was fucking insane coming into her house. It was one thing needing to be close to her and wanting to fucking talk so much, he had hauled his ass to her place in the middle of the night. But it was a whole other thing to walk inside, lock the door behind him, and order her into her room to disrobe.

Yet, there he was.

Holding on to what little control he had left, he fought like hell not to imagine her naked body and what it would do to his defenses. He did everything in his power to summon more control from the high heavens before he walked in there.

All so he could be a man of his word.

He wasn’t a perfect man. Not even close. She knew all his faults. But his word had been something she could always count on. Something he wasn’t going to change now.

Even if it meant he had to suffer through the worst case of blue balls known to man.

He had been in her two-bedroom, two-bathroom cottage countless times. When she’d moved in, he had been the one to help paint her room and build her furniture. But this was the first time he walked in as something different. Something more.

Every step he took toward her room was full of purpose. He was about to enter her personal space. Her safe heaven. Not as her best friend but as a man. Her man. He picked up speed until he reached her wide-open bedroom door, and his feet stopped beneath him.

The spectacular sight before him rivaled priceless pieces of art hung up in the Louvre in Paris.

The room was softly lit, adding a golden hue to her softly tanned skin. His mouth ran dry as he closed the space between them. He took a deep breath, and his nose flared. The room smelled of her perfume and natural scent.

He stood about two feet behind her, and he soaked in everything about her nudity.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” Her head dropped, her chin touching her neck before she started to argue.

“You don’t have to—“

“Shh,” he whispered, interrupting her.

This was a side of her that surprised him. He had never seen her as anything but a confident woman, comfortable in her own skin. By the sound of her protests, he was going to need to put work in, showing her exactly how damn beautiful she was so she would never doubt it. Challenge accepted.

His eyes moved to the sexy line of her back. The way it curved, covered in her silky skin. Two cute dimples were a pleasant surprise over her lower hips; they made his hands itch to touch her. But he wouldn’t. Not yet.

He took a step closer as he pulled his tee over his head and let it float to the floor as he fell onto his knees behind her and kneeled at one of the most beautiful altars known to man.

“Is everything—” She was about to turn, but he smacked her ass before she did. The sweet sound of her throaty moan made his dick jerk in his pants as he watched her gorgeous, perky ass jiggle in front of his face.

“Don’t turn around,” he ordered. “Keep facing forward. Understand?”

“Yes,” she breathlessly panted.

Jason let his hands touch the top of her feet, slowly moving his way up her ankles. “Your skin is so damn soft,” he spoke out loud. When he reached the back of her knees, he leaned forward and kissed the back of her thighs. The scent of her skin and arousal was heady and thick.

He stood. His hands moved up the silky side of her thighs. He let them rest at her waist.

“Row…” His fingertips lingered for a moment before positioning himself, flush against her back. He loved how she felt. Jason wished he were strong enough to take his pants off and explore her while holding her completely naked. But alas, his word was his bond, and if he wanted to accomplish the feat of not taking her tonight, he would have to keep his pants on.

Another time. Because fuck him, there was going to be another and another. Countless times in the future when he would have her just like this. He leaned his face into the crook of her neck, and the heat of her body in front of him radiated and meshed with his own.

“Jay,” she whispered so damn softly, he couldn’t get himself to reprimand her. Instead, he nuzzled his nose against her neck.

“I’ve always liked the way you say my name,” he confessed, his lips at the shell of her ear. His arms found themselves wrapped around her, the rough pads of his fingertips right under her bellybutton. “But I love saying yours even more.” She shivered in his arms as she leaned into him. The top of her ass ground into the hard ridge of his cock behind his jeans.

“Jason?” she whispered when he couldn’t stop himself from taking another taste, kissing her shoulder with an open-mouthed kiss.

“Hmm?” he muttered and blew cool air on the spot he had just tasted.

“Is this real? Or is this something we’re going to act like never happened tomorrow? I don’t think I can—“ Her body stiffened in his arms, but he didn’t rush. He knew exactly what he wanted and needed from her from here on out. If she thought this could ever be a simple one-nighter, she had something else coming to her. He kissed the same spot again before speaking.

“I would never do that to you,” he shared. “Let yourself feel this. Fall. I will always be here to catch you. This is our time. It’s you and me. I’m not going anywhere.” Her body softened instantly in his arms, and the trust that showed humbled him. Her head tilted to the side, giving him better access to her neck, and he stole another kiss before he let his hands explore further.

“Jason,” she gasped when his fingers reached her mound.

“I’m not sure how the hell I got to be this fucking lucky.” She opened her legs further, giving him unbridled access and permission to explore her most intimate and secret spots, and fuck him, he might have sounded like a pussy, but an overwhelming rush of emotion flowed through him. She trusted him to touch her, to work her body and give her pleasure. It humbled him, and he silently vowed to work himself to the bone, all so he would never let her down. So help him God, he would be the man she would only ever go to seek this from.

“Row,” his voice rumbled as he opened his eyes. Not only was Jason’s body strung tight, but it felt like all the blood had traveled south. “Row, row, row your boat,” The silly nursery rhyme slipped out of his mouth and felt like gravel as he whispered into her ear. He wanted her so damn bad he was afraid he was going to self-combust. The nursery rhyme was an attempt to lighten the mood, something for him to say, so he wouldn’t accidently blurt out how much he loved her and freak her the hell out. One step at a time, a voice in his head reminded him. Her body melted into his touch and his words, proving again she belonged to him. Her back pressed tightly against his front.

Her hand covered his, and for a moment he was afraid she was going to put the brakes on what was about to happen between them.

“Gently down,” she mumbled in a breathy tone, shocking the shit out of him as she pushed his hand down lower. As if he needed directions.

“The stream,” he groaned, shutting his eyes tightly when he felt her wet warmth on his fingertips. “Jesus, Rocio,” he groaned, and he didn’t miss the way she shivered in his arms again, her wetness proof of how much she wanted him. Them.

“Jay!” She trembled, working herself against the front of his body as his fingers skimmed her swollen clit. Damn. She was primed and already on edge, and Jason had no clue how he hadn’t already come in his pants like a damn teenager. She was that fucking hot.

“This mine, Row?” he asked possessively, a finger slipping into her tight little box. Jason’s face hid in her neck as he probed his thick finger in and out of her pussy. “Tell me, Row. Give me the words,” he demanded roughly, working her with his middle finger. In and out. Her sugary hot walls sucked him in deep. She felt so fucking good. He couldn’t wait till it was time for him to sink balls deep into her.

“Yours. I’m yours.”

“Always. You’ve always been mine. Tell me,” he pressed urgently, his voice uneven as his entire body throbbed. The need to hear her admit it again was incredible.

“It’s always been you, Jason,” she panted. Her hips met every move of his hand, his thumb strumming her swollen pearl.

“Give it to me, Row,” he pushed, and he could feel as well as see the effect the dirty words had on her body. Damn. His girl liked it dirty, and he was a lucky son of a bitch. He felt the way her body started to tense up. Fuck, her sweet little channel was going to break his finger off with how she tightened further. He flicked her sweet pearl a little harder, changing the direction of the circles he was pressing into her.

“Fall!” he ordered, and like the good girl she was, she shattered in his arms.

Her pussy fluttered against his finger, but he didn’t stop. Holding her body tighter against his, he made sure to milk her orgasm, prolonging it as much as could until she screamed loudly, then fell limp into his arms. He eased his touch, lightly stroking in and out of her, Row’s wetness coating her thighs and drenching his fingers. They were both breathing heavily, and he felt like a fucking king because of the pleasure he had been able to get out of her. He licked her neck and kissed her temple before taking his digit out of her, not missing the soft mewl from her. Soon, baby, soon.

He turned her slowly and stared at her face. Her expression was soft and sated, her dark eyes hooded with pleasure and contentment. He couldn’t help himself at that moment. Jason picked her up, like a groom does with his bride. She sighed, and he smiled. He liked that she didn’t fuss or suggest she was too heavy. She simply let him, tucking her face into the crook of his neck and nuzzling it softly.

Jason walked them to the far end of her bed, and while holding her body tightly with one hand, he pulled the covers down and gently set her down on the bed. Once he’d carefully tucked her in, he stepped away, and she grabbed his hand.

“Don’t go,” she softly spoke. Half-asleep and obviously cozy, she looked like a damn angel—an angel he wanted to fuck into the mattress. He was tempted to ignore his rock-hard cock and lie down, but he knew sleep would be impossible if he didn’t handle the situation.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right back.” He leaned forward, kissing her forehead softly before pulling her sheet up and over her shoulder, then rushing to the bathroom to jerk off.

ROCIO

I watched him sprint to the bathroom, and for a moment, I couldn’t figure why he was in such a hurry. But who could blame me? Between the rip-roaring orgasm he had just given me and the sleep that had started to settle in, my brain was pretty fried and in a very happy cloud.

That was until I heard him.

My name rang out in a very masculine and deep groan into the stillness of my small house. Like a lightbulb turning on, my foggy brain cleared up and awoke along with my body. A tingle shot between my legs like lightning. Was he jerking off in my bathroom? The image of his strong hands, which I knew firsthand were massive, stroking his cock played out in my mind, and damn, it was sexy as hell. The sound of water running from the sink sounded, only to have it follow with it being shut off and the bathroom door opening and closing before the sight of him dawned at my bedroom.

He entered, and the sight was surreal. Like the scene of a dream I’d had one too many times. Jason Somers, shirtless and in jeans with the top button undone, blew any daydream I could have created out of the water. There was no stopping the smile that spread like wildfire over my face, and by the way he raised a manly eyebrow, he was obviously curious, but he didn’t ask. Instead, he made breathing even harder to accomplish as he took off his pants, leaving him in blue and green plaid boxers. He was a boxers kind of guy. I was now someone who knew that about him.

I turned to face him as I watched the show of him grabbing the spare blanket at the foot of my bed. He lay next to me, true to his word, over my own comforter.

His arms pulled me in right before he broke the silence. “This okay?” he asked, and I nodded, nestling my head into his strong chest. My hand went over the soft dark hair sprinkled perfectly over his amazing pecs.

“Sweet dreams, Row my boat,” he mumbled into my hair, and for the first time since meeting him, I didn’t mind the stupid nickname. As I drifted off to sleep, the heat of his body kept me warm from the inside out.

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Before I opened my eyes, I knew he was gone. The heat from his body was no longer pressed against me, and for a second, I wondered if I’d dreamt everything that had happened only a couple of hours before.

Disappointed, I looked next to me, and sure enough, I was right. He wasn’t there lying beside me like I had dreamt he was and had hoped he would be this morning. Breathing in the pillow, I knew it wasn’t a dream by the scent that lingered.

Did he regret what we had done?

“You’re up,” his deep voice sounded, startling me, my head popping off my pillow. Sitting up in bed, I pulled the comforter up my naked body.

He was here.

He hadn’t left.

And he looked amazing leaning against the doorway of my bedroom, a sly grin on his face, before speaking, “You don’t have to cover up on my account.”

I recognized that tone. It was a dare. He was challenging me, thinking I’d keep myself covered, and I knew I surprised him when I dropped the comforter and sat up straighter, subtly pushing my breasts out, the cool air and his hot stare making my nipples pebble.

“This better?” I asked, tilting my head, trying not to care of how disheveled I must look the moment my hair skimmed my bare shoulder.

“Perfect,” he muttered under his breath. His tongue peeked out and brushed his bottom lip. “Hungry?” he asked, his eyes finally meeting mine.

“Starving,” I quickly answered, never looking away and meaning a hunger for more than food.

“Rocio, be good,” he warned, and my cheeks heated.

With a deep sigh, I smirked. “I’m always good,” I jested back and didn’t miss the way he swallowed and how his hands clenched at his side as if trying to keep them off me and to himself. I didn’t want him to hold back. We had already held back for too long.

“Row,” he growled, but I was done waiting. Climbing out of bed, naked as the day I was born, I somehow managed to gracefully walk toward him, only stopping when I was in front of him. I was on the brink of my fortieth birthday, and I was more than comfortable in my own skin. By the growing tent in his boxers, it was obvious he liked what he saw.

“Baby—“

“Shh…” I pressed my finger to his lips. His blue eyes darkened with lust, and his tongue peeked out, taking a swipe before nipping down. His bite made me needier, my lips parted, and mischief shimmered back in his eyes. Excitement like I’d never felt before coursed through me like a bolt of lightning. “Let me touch you,” I whispered, stepping on the tips of my toes, moving my hands up his biceps, my lips only a whisper away from his.

Before I could lean closer to steal a kiss, he picked me up, and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

“Date first.”

“But—“ I started to complain, a needy ache building fast and hot between my legs.

“No buts. You touch me now, and we won’t leave this house anytime soon.” he muttered, and I swore my nipples hardened further.

“Is that such a bad thing?” I asked, which stopped him in his tracks.

“You aren’t a quick lay, Rocio.”

“I know that, Jason. You just said it would take all day.” I grinned playfully, teasing him.

“You know what I mean,” he grumbled. He was obviously frustrated, and I stroked his face.

“I mean something to you,” I whispered back. There was something intimate about whispering to one another even though there was no reason to.

“No,” he answered, shaking his head. Something about his ocean-like bright blue eyes felt different. Those eyes had seen the best and worst of me and had always had my back. I could drown in them and never try to find the surface.

“You don’t mean something to me. You mean everything,” he confessed, and like a snap of his fingers, all my playfulness washed away, leaving me filled with something else. Something bigger and more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. “Do you understand?” he asked deeply, and I swallowed. Only able to nod my response because I couldn’t trust my voice.

Clearing my throat without hiding a sniffle, I smiled up at him and asked, “So, what’s for breakfast?”