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I stare the old bat in the corner table down, and walk towards Jones where he’s rising and waiting for me with a smile. We set up a date at a restaurant that isn’t Sully’s, not because I didn’t want to eat their kickass oysters, but because eating and being on a goddamn date with my entire family there staring at us and placing bets just didn’t seem like a romantic evening.

See, I am trying. I even shaved my pits and had a full body rub down with this amazing oil stuff Dee bought me a few months back. It makes my skin shine with vitality and I smell like a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon, two of Jones’s favorite scents.

Doooon’t ask how I know that okay, I just do and mind your own damn business. Point is I am walking towards him dressed in a pink dress that Jack made me wear, in heels Kim forced onto my feet with the warning she’d cut them off if I refused, and a whole lot of nerves that I haven’t managed to shake.

I even kept reminding myself that I should see everyone with their dongs hanging out like mama once told me but the closer I get to Jones, the harder it is to breathe.

The man is fine. He is totally one hundred and fifty percent the sexiest man I have ever seen, and I have seen a lot. He’s tall, muscled, and handsome, and that twinkle in his eye is all the happiness I have ever wanted and never showed other people.

He draws me, and all I want to do is throw myself at him and rock his world until I feel…everything.

“You look beautiful,” he says, leaning down to kiss my cheek before seating me.

“Jones, that’s just so clichéd man,” I mutter, swallowing a gasp when he smiles, a full smile that lights up his whole face.

“Okay, how about this. Your ass looks amazing in that dress and the minute I saw you all I wanted to do was grab you, bend you over the table, and shove my face between your legs.”

“Now that is a compliment,” I purr, smiling when he grins and lifts a hand to signal the waiter.

“I ordered for us already, if that’s okay?”

I shrug, knowing that if I don’t like what he’s ordered I’ll order something else and make him pay for it anyway. I’m shocked when they arrive with the plates and I look down to see a platter of fried cheeses, oysters, and my ultimate favorite, fishcakes.

He’s ordered everything I like, and I am so surprised I let out a bark of laughter and shake my head.

“God, you really are a stalker.”

“Some women would say I am perfect boyfriend material. I know everything you like, I know what you don’t like, and I even know what you might like if given a chance to try it,” he says smugly.

I giggle, like an actual flirtatious giggle, that makes Jones pause and stare at me in wonder.

“That is a sound I’ve missed.”

“Dude, I have never giggled for you.”

“Ooooh, I don’t think that’s true,” he muses, grinning when I stop with an oyster halfway to my mouth and frown.

I consider the naughty expression on his face and try to remember everything that happened the night we were together. I can’t quite recall giggling but then I was a little tipsy and sex drunk, so I may be mistaken.

“Jones, it doesn’t count if we were having sex,” I say imperiously, finishing off the oyster to lift a wedge of breaded, fried feta, the saltiness of the cheese making my eyeballs roll back in my head. Oh yum.

“Brady, it wasn’t even while we were having sex, baby. It was four months ago when you were at that purple wedding and Jack tripped and got a chest full of punch,” he says smugly.

I still, narrowing my eyes and snort in remembered amusement when the image comes back to me. Jack tripped and fell boobs first into a bowl of punch the bride insisted she needed for the oldies at her wedding.

Most of that punch was vodka and cranberry so Jack walked around smelling like booze with a red shirt and her nipples showing for the next hour.

I couldn’t help laughing when a man about eighty-years-old told her, very lasciviously, that he loves raspberries. It was too perfect to ignore, especially when Jack misunderstood him and started calling around to source ripe raspberries.

I almost pissed myself and had to hide behind the caterer’s van so I could laugh without giving my sisters a heart attack.

“Jones, Jones, Jones, the level of your stalkery is just unbelievable,” I say slowly, shaking my head while he flushes and shrugs, proudly.

“Actually, I knew the bride and groom and I was invited to the wedding. I slipped in to give them their gift and I was leaving when I saw you. Giggling,” he reminds me, making me scowl.

Letting myself show any sort of expression isn’t always easy, but with Jones it seems I’m running on instinct and I can tell you, scowling isn’t the worst of my sins. I can’t believe I keep laughing.

“So, we’re having dinner,” I say slowly, finishing off the cheese and oysters with a contented sigh.

I could eat a lot more, but I don’t want to go too far and not have room for dessert. Life’s not worth living without dessert to finish off a good meal.

“Yes, and later I’m going to take you home and make you scream my name while you come all over my face. Then I’m going to be inside you for hours, and later, after you’ve passed out, I’ll sleep with you in my arms and wake up to make you breakfast and eat you for breakfast,” he purrs.

My sex goes molten hot at the images his words invoke and I shift in my seat to still the throbbing that sets in when my clit swells. I feel empty inside and so needy I don’t even care about dinner, a first for me since I never disregard food.

I breathe slowly, trying not to pant and swallow when he waves to the waiter for the main course. Once again, it’s a shrimp pasta dish that I love and one I know for a fact only Sully’s makes so I’m guessing he special ordered this.

It’s buttery, seasoned only with the shrimp and the pan butter they used to fry it and the peppers. It’s simple and spicy with cayenne and one of my favorites, but tonight I hardly taste it as I watch him watch me with eyes that are hard and showing the strain of holding off.

It’s about time I turned the tables though and not just because I want to win, mind you I do, but because I’m so turned on by the way he’s looking at me I need him to want me just as much.

“We can leave now,” I say boldly, not even caring that I haven’t had a dessert because the truth is I want him.

Now. On me, and in me, and anyway I can get him.

Jones growls low in his throat, waves the waiter over and says something to him that has the man scuttling away and returning moments later with a box.

He thanks him, hands him a generous tip and then stands to come over and help me to my feet. I feel the touch of his hand on my own all the way to my bones, and I stifle a moan of want as he leads me outside and to his truck.

I almost do moan when he lifts me at the hips and puts me in the seat, his face brushing against my breasts for a second longer than it needs to, and I hear him sniff in a deep breath and groan, his hands tightening around me.

“I want you so much it hurts just to breathe,” he mumbles against my neck where his lips are currently pressed, the feel of his hot breath against my skin making me shiver and clench my thighs.

“I want you, too.”

My voice is breathy and nothing like my usual monotone, and I feel Jones stiffen and swipe his tongue over my neck before he breathes deeply and pulls away.

I watch him fight for control before he closes my door and turns away to come around the car, the sight of his pants struggling to keep his shaft in check making me long to reach out and touch him.

He starts the truck and pulls out of the reserved parking when I lean over, no longer able to stop myself and slide a hand over him, moaning at the feel of his pulse throbbing in the thick stalk.

He tenses, putting his hand over mine to create more pressure and stopping my movement with a shudder.

“Not yet babe. I’ll come in my pants if you so much as touch me again,” he growls, his hips pressing up before he can stop himself.

“I want to–”

He shakes his head, stopping my words and drives like a madman while keeping my fingers from moving. The drive is torturous even though I know it takes us half the time it should, and by the time we’re parked in his garage I’m almost insane with need.

I want it all, licking, touching, wild, but right now I can’t keep myself in check for another minute. I straddle him fast, ignoring his curse and seal my lips to his, groaning when his tongue shoves deep and he grabs my ass, pulling me down to grind against him.

The friction is perfect where he’s centered over my wet heat, but a few minutes of kissing and grinding soon have me desperate for more. I need him inside me, filling me up where I ache.

“Jones. Please,” I pant, fighting with his belt buckle and zipper because I don’t give a shit about anything right now.

I want him now. Hard. Fast. Sating the emptiness inside me.

He must see or hear something in my voice because he rips my panties off just as I free his thick girth and grabs my ass to bring me down on him.

He impales me with a roar that is followed by a scream of pleasure that I feel all the way to my lungs, and pulls me down until my ass is on his thighs.

The tight confines of the truck cab make movement difficult and I can’t ride him like I want to, but just this, the feel of him pulsing and filling me is enough.

“Oh fuck. Yes. Just like that baby. Grind that sweet heat on me, Brady,” he snarls, his fingers digging into my ass as he starts moving me, lifting me on and off his dick as if I weigh nothing.

I’m so wet I should be embarrassed, but Jones doesn’t seem to mind that I’m making a sticky mess of us both as he fucks me. In fact, I hear him mutter a curse about how sexy it feels and then he’s taking me hard, using my body to bring us both off.

“Jones. Oh yes. Right there. Go deeper,” I beg, writhing when he adjusts his pelvis to scrape my clit over his skin.

I contract once in warning, the ripple of pleasure spreading from my clit and outward into my sex and womb where I feel his length reach. It should hurt with his every hard, deep slam into me, but it feels good, too good, and soon I’m slamming myself down as I open my mouth over his for one last tongue tangling kiss before I throw my head back, arch against the wheel and let go, my climax hitting hard and deep.

I come with a scream, his name leaving my lips, and convulse harder when he keeps thrusting and then stills, his fingers digging into my ass when he goes rigid and roars out, his hot seed shooting into my contracting depths.

We pant together for long minutes, his face buried in my breasts where he ripped my dress open, my face in his hair as I wait for the aftershocks to cease.

When it’s done, and I’m languid with fulfillment, Jones shoves the door open and slides out, still joined with me and making me moan with his every step.

Somehow, we make it into the house and he stalks to his bedroom where I let him lay me down on the bed and moan when he pulls out, the scrape of his still hard cock against my sensitive walls making me shudder and heat again.

“Brady. Baby.”

“Shut up and come back here, Jones. I am not done with you yet.”

He grins, shaking his head and rips my dress down the front, tearing it off me along with the heels, which is all I have left since he ruined my panties and I never bothered with a bra.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so sexy like this. Spread those legs wide and show me what I’m gonna eat,” he snarls, crawling onto the bed just as soon as he whips off his own clothes.

I blush a little, never having been with a man this forceful and open my thighs as wide as they’ll go, letting him see me at my most vulnerable. I’m not really into exhibitionism and letting guys look at my private parts, but with Jones, I can’t do anything but obey.

I want him to see me and want me and go so crazy he’ll deliver on eating me out for an hour. Or as long as I can stand before I go crazy.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long I don’t want to rush it. Wait here, just like this.”

I watch as he stalks into the bathroom and comes back moments later with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean me, pushing one cloth covered finger inside before tossing it to the floor and licking his lips.

“You need to stay still.”

That’s the only warning I get before Jones leans down and licks me, his tongue sweeping from my opening all the way to my clit and back again.

“Oooooh.”

He growls, opening me more and sets to work for a good long hour while I come over and over, screaming his name till my throat hurts and I’m ready to violate him to get relief. Only then does he thrust home and fill me.

“This is just the beginning,” he growls as he takes me, making love to me so thoroughly I come again just from the wild look in his eyes.

“More,” I moan, taking his ass in my hands to pull him deeper, needing him so far inside me I can’t move.

Jones groans, obeys me and bites into my nipple after making a statement that gets me hotter than I thought I could be.

“Everything.”