Chapter Twenty-Five – Dex

 

She looked like a deer in headlights. Like she’d been caught fucking me in broad daylight, not kissing me in the darkness.

I recognized it for what it was.

She didn’t care if her mom knew.

She cared that, yet again, she’d liked it. That this date she wouldn’t refer to as a date, one she stressed she did under duress, was more than what she would admit to.

That she liked it when I kissed her.

I knew. I’d felt it. I’d tasted it.

And I wasn’t done with her. Not tonight.

“All right. We’re done here.” I stood up. “I’ll take you home.”

She drew in a deep breath, turning around to look at me. “Oh.”

“Let’s go.” I approached her, and before she could move, grabbed her. I wrapped one arm around her back and bent to hook my other arm beneath her knees.

I picked her up.

She screamed.

“Dex! What the—what the hell are you doing?” She wrapped one arm around my neck and gripped my shirt with her other hand. She clung to me like I’d drop her any second.

“Shit! I’m dropping you!” I moved as if I was going to let her go.

She screamed again, louder, and almost strangled me with the tightness of her grip.

“I’m taking you home, and finishing what I almost started before your freak-out.” I stalked toward where we were parked.

“You are not carrying me all the way to your car!”

“Oh, darlin’, I am.”

“You are not!”

“Yet here you are, in my arms, being carried.” I grinned and caught the eye of a familiar, older man, clutching a leash with a Jack Russell on the other end. “Mr. Daniels.” I nodded to him.

He nodded back silently, staring as I carried Jamie right past him.

“Oh God,” she moaned, resting her head on her arm and turning her face into my shoulder. “This is so humiliating.”

“You wouldn’t come if I didn’t make you.”

“Is that a double entendre?”

“It’ll be reality in about thirty minutes when I get my hands on you…somewhere you won’t be worried about your mother finding out.”

“Oh God. If I don’t go home…”

“Darlin’, you’re going home. And I’m not leaving until you’re too tired to make me.”

“Oh God.”

 

***

 

When I drove past her parents’ house, no cars were outside. Jamie visibly relaxed, and I smirked as I turned off their driveway onto her extended one. I didn’t understand this set-up, but boy, was I glad I didn’t have to worry about parents.

Or making her be quiet.

When we’d fucked in the garage, it’d been raw. Rushed and desperate. Pure, hard passion that overtook everything else.

Tonight, it’d be different.

I knew her as a person now. I knew what she liked and what she hated. I knew fears and quirks, crazy stories from her childhood, just as she knew mine.

Now, I wanted to know more.

Wanted to know what she looked like without clothes on. Wanted to know if she was a sheet-grabber, or if she was a born scratcher. I wanted to explore her body properly, to know her outer shell as intimately as I was starting to know her inner one.

I pulled up next to her Mustang and put the truck in park. We both got out, and I walked her to the front door. “Do you need help to unlock your door this time?”

“I’ve got it, thank you,” she said sharply, but her lips twitched into a smile as she put the key in the door and twisted it. She bit the inside of her cheek as she looked over at me. “I guess you’re coming in?”

“Do you want me to go?” I met her eyes.

She looked at me for the longest moment, hand clutching the door handle. Her tongue flicked out over her lower lip, and the battle shone in her eyes.

She did, but she didn’t.

She wanted me, but she was scared.

I opened my mouth to tell her I’d go, to do the opposite of the very thing I wanted. The opposite of the need that was burning through my veins right in that moment.

But she beat me to it.

She took a step closer to me, cupped the back of my neck, and lifted her lips to meet mine. The kiss was hard and full-on, one touch that I felt down to my fucking bones as she answered my question without words.

She pulled back and shoved open the door. “Okay!” Her voice was a little too high-pitched. “Come in.”

I choked back a laugh, locked my car, and then closed the door behind me.

She discarded her shoes, keys, and purse on the floor and coffee table. “Do you want a drink? Something to eat? Should we turn on the—”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her against me. “I want you.”

“Oh. Okay. I just—”

My fingers dove into her hair as I kissed her. She’d talk for hours if I’d let her, but I wasn’t going to. I only had hours for one thing, and that thing was exploring her body. That thing was making her come, over and over, enjoying every inch of her until she begged me for sleep.

She gasped and pulled back. “Upstairs to the left.”

I scooped her up again, this time over my shoulder. She squealed once more as I clamped my arm around her thighs and moved toward the stairs.

“Will you stop manhandling me?”

“Maybe, but we move quicker when I make you move, and I don’t have a lot of time to waste.”

“Why?” she asked, pulling my t-shirt up my back. “Are you on curfew?”

“Ha ha. No. But we both have to be up early for work, and given your late appearance today, you owe me hours. Hours I’ll happy forget about if you shut your smart mouth and do as I say.”

“Do as you say? Are you into that kinky “sir” shit? Oh hell, do I have to call you “sir?” You can shove that up your—”

I pushed open the first door on your left. “Jamie, this is your towel closet.”

“Um. I meant on the right.”

“And you say I’m bad with directions,” I muttered, swinging the door shut and walking the few paces to her bedroom door.

Her supposed bedroom door.

Thankfully, it was, and I carried her through the door into the room. I paid no attention to it except for the huge bed in the middle of the room.

“You are terrible at directions. You never listen,” she said, pushing the door shut over my shoulder.

I dropped her unceremoniously onto her bed. She landed with an “oomph,” bounced, and looked up at me. “Then it’s your lucky day. The one thing I won’t need directions for is your clit.”

“That’s a bold promise.” She propped herself up and looked me up and down. “All right. If we’re doing this again, get naked.”

“If? There’s no if about it.”

“You’re still wearing clothes.”

I unbuttoned my shirt slowly. “So are you.”

“I didn’t tell myself to get naked. I told you.”

“You’re awfully bossy. Do you know that?”

She blinked those wide, blue eyes at me. “Actually, yes, I do. In about ten minutes, I’ll be putty in your hands, so I’m all about telling you what to do while I still have my wits about me.”

“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Shut up and finish taking your clothes off.”

“Take off your pants,” I shot back.

She lifted her ass and shoved the jeans down her legs. That left her in that black leather jacket I loved and her lace shirt. It was a strangely sexy look—probably because there was something about the combination of her red lips, her white shirt, the black jacket, and her black underwear.

Deliberate? Maybe.

I was going to rip her out of all of it anyway.

I tossed my shirt to the side, then finished getting undressed until I was in nothing but my boxers. “Now the jacket,” I told her.

She grazed her teeth over her lower lip as she shrugged it off and threw it to the side. That left her sitting in nothing but her shirt and her black thong, but that was still one item too many.

I stared pointedly at her shirt until she got the hint and pulled it off with a grin.

I approached her, but she was quicker. She literally yanked me down over her and kissed me, curling her arms around my neck as her teeth grazed my lower lip. Her body melded against mine as she deepened the kiss.

For someone so reluctant to have dinner with me…

I pushed the thought from my mind and kissed her back. My fingers wound in her hot mess hair, and I ran my other hand up the side of her nearly-naked body. She was perfection, all curves and temptation, and my fingers probed her skin as I explored her.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling my cock to press against her pussy. I wanted to slide those panties aside and push inside her. Just the thought of being inside her again made my cock rock-hard, and it pushed against my boxers—and her.

She wriggled beneath me. I nipped at her lower lip before I dragged my mouth from hers. I kissed along her jaw, down the curve of her neck, over the dip of her collarbone to her chest. Her white bra pushed her tits together, and I reached between them to unclasp it.

She gasped as I circled her nipple with my tongue. I grinned as she arched her back, pushing it harder against the tip of my tongue.

She was right.

She was already putty in my hands.

I wasted no time moving down her body and taking hold of her underwear. I slid the thong down her legs and she kicked it off to the side.

I met her eyes and grinned, parting her legs. She blushed, but lifted her head to mine so I could kiss her again. I kissed her until my cock throbbed and once again, slid down her body to the apex of her thighs.

“Oh God,” she whispered, throwing her forearm over her eyes.

I kissed the top of her thigh. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already saying my name.”

She laughed, but I cut it short when I ran my tongue along her wet pussy. Instead she gasped, and I grinned, grasping her thighs to hold her legs apart. She wriggled, but she didn’t move away as I took her pussy in my mouth and explored her with my tongue.

The tiny moans that left her mouth as I focused on her clit made my heart thump. I wanted her so fucking bad, I could barely focus. I wanted this pussy around my cock. I wanted her moans in my mouth or my ear, not into the thin air. I wanted these legs around my waist while I fucked her blind, not pinned to the bed while I licked her.

Her moans grew louder. Higher. The sheet tightened under me, and when I glanced up, her knuckles were white as she grabbed hold of it.

I slid my hands under her ass and pushed her clit into my mouth. I sucked, circled, licked, teased until her entire body went tense and she cried out. It was something fucking else, hearing her moan like that. Being totally focused on nothing but her pleasure. Nothing else mattering other than the way she tensed and tightened and moved against my tongue as she rode it out.

I wiped my mouth with my hand and kissed her. She groaned, but she fisted her fingers in my hair. Pure desire thundered through my veins as she flicked her tongue against my lips. I knew she was tasting herself, and for some reason, her insistence to kiss me deeper and harder turned me the fuck on.

“I need a condom,” I murmured against her mouth.

“Top drawer,” she murmured back.

I moved left.

“Other top drawer.” She giggled.

“Excellent directions, yet again.” I opened the top drawer to the sound of her husky laughter and found the box. It was full, and I paused for only a second before I smirked and opened it.

I snatched one out and went through the motions of putting it on before I situated myself back between her legs. She bit her lip and let it go, then grabbed me again, pulling me to her and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I reached between us and pushed my cock into her.

I stopped, and she shoved off the bed.

We flipped.

My ankle hit the banister at the end of her bed, but I didn’t have a chance to say anything, because Jamie was now on top of me, legs either side of my hips, with my cock buried completely inside her.

Her hands made indents into the mattress either side of my head. She grinned down at me, her crazy hair falling in a curtain around us.

I just stared at her—her shining eyes, her flushed cheeks, her parted, smiling lips—then slid my hand up her back and kissed her. My hand formed a fist in her hair, and she moved her hips up and down, her pussy tightening each time she took me again.

Kisses. Hands. Grabbing. Nails. Scratching. Heat.

It was fucking insane how she moved, taking me deeper and quicker as time moved. My hands slid from her hair to her hips, and as desperation pumped through me and my balls tightened, I grabbed her full hips, stilled her, and took control.

I pounded my cock into her, holding her in the same position. She gasped and moaned almost at the same time. Her arms gave out and her forehead dropped to my shoulder. Her pussy was so wet and tight that I groaned every time I held her in place over me.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she moaned. She grabbed my arms and her nails dug right in, and she tensed completely, crying out.

I held her hips against mine and thrust into her until I came, too. I snaked my arms around her spent body, still on top of mine, and pressed a lazy kiss to the side of her head.

We stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other. I didn’t want to move unless I absolutely had to, but Jamie pulled herself up and off me, only to slump on the bed next to me.

She was breathing heavily, and when I turned my head to look at her, she turned hers and met my eyes. “Hi.”

I laughed, peeling the condom off. “Hi.”

“I need to pee.” She rolled over and stood up too quickly. Her knees buckled, and she immediately dropped back onto the bed, making me laugh again. She flipped me the bird and tried again a few seconds later, this time taking it slower.

She managed to make it out of the bedroom.

Still laughing, I stood up myself and searched for a trashcan. I found one by the door, so I dropped the condom in it and retrieved my boxers from the floor.

I grabbed my jeans and paused. Should I put them on now? Should I wait for her to come back?

Fuck. This was why mixing work and pleasure wasn’t good. I didn’t want her to think I was fucking her and running. Not only would it be awkward tomorrow, it wasn’t true. I just didn’t damn well know what to do.

“I didn’t lock the door when we came in. I just did—” Jamie stopped in the doorway, a light-blue robe wrapped around her body. It barely skimmed her thighs, and she clutched it closed at her chest. Not only had she locked the door, she’d braided her hair on the way back. “Oh. Uh, are you leaving?”

“I don’t know?” I cleared my throat when I realized how dumb that answer sounded. “I don’t know. Would you prefer if I did?”

“I don’t, um. I don’t know.” She clutched the robe tighter and leaned against the doorframe. “Do you think you should?”

“It’s your house, darlin’. Your house, your choice.”

I wanted to stay. But I wanted her to want me to. I wanted to know what she actually wanted when it came down to it.

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down, holding tight to the robe. She twirled her big toe across the wooden floor in circles, chewing on her lower lip.

“Does it feel weird to you?” she asked, not looking up.

“Weird?”

“Dex, three days ago, we fought over coffee. Now you might stay over?”

I held up my jeans. “It’s weird, I know. I’ll leave, okay?”

“No. I mean—” she stopped, then sighed. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

I laughed quietly, because that about summed it up.

Jamie pushed off the doorframe and walked over to me. She stopped just a foot or two in front of me and fiddled with the belt of the robe. “I don’t—do you want to stay?”

I pushed her bangs from her eyes and ran my fingers down the side of her face. “I don’t want to leave,” I said quietly.

She glanced away, then looked up at me with her blue eyes shining. “Then, stay.”

I dipped my head and kissed her. My stomach tightened when she moved closer, her soft fingertips brushing over my hips. She sighed when I pulled back, and I smiled down at her, loving the way her eyes lit up when our gazes met.

Jesus, what was happening?

“Okay, um.” She bit her thumb, stepping back. “I’m going to get some water. Do you want some? Or coffee? Or…”

“Water is great.” I fought my smile, but she was so fucking adorable when she was awkward. The side I was seeing of her right now was a million miles away from the Jamie I’d come to know.

I loved them both.

Jesus—shit—did I just say that?

No.

I didn’t.

There was no way. It was a figure of speech. A manner of words. That was all.

Fucking…

“Here.” She passed me a glass of water. “Oh, hey, could you turn on that lamp so I can turn this off?”

I looked at the light switch. “Sure.” I put the glass on the nightstand and pressed the button on the lamp to switch it on.

“Thanks.” She flashed me a smile and walked over to the other side of the bed. “Do you, um, do you have a side?”

“Do you have a side?” I fired back.

“Somewhere in the middle, usually. Sometimes diagonally. It depends.”

I looked at the floor. “Do you have a blanket for when I need to set up camp on your floor?”

She laughed, setting down her glass and moving the sheets aside. “No, you’re fine. I’m not as bad when I’m not alone.”

“How often are you not alone?”

“Oooh. Did that hit a nerve?”

I frowned at her. “No. Just a question.”

“It sounds like I hit a nerve.”

“Jamie.”

“What?”

I leaned over the bed and, with one arm, scooped her down onto her back. She shrieked and held her own arm out. Water splashed over us, and I laughed, taking the glass from her.

“What?” she said, looking up at me.

“Shut up.” I kissed the tip of her nose and rolled over to the other side. I got under the covers as Jamie shed her robe and climbed into bed in nothing but panties and a strappy t-shirt.

“You should know,” she said, turning her head to face me. “I hate being touched when I sleep, so don’t touch me when I sleep.”

My lips twitched. “You got it.”

“At all.” She opened her eyes wider as if to emphasize it.

“You got it, darlin’. I just said that.” I took a mouthful of my water and turned off the lamp.

Darkness swathed the room. The only sound was us both breathing in and out, followed by the creaks of the bed springs as Jamie rolled onto her side.

A minute passed before she scooted toward the middle of the bed.

I glanced over at her although I couldn’t see anything.

She moved closer to me.

“Any reason you’re creeping at me?” I asked.

“Um…I’m not asleep?” she replied.

“And your point is?”

“I’m not asleep. And I’m cold. And you’re not.”

I fought back the laugh. “You don’t like being hot.”

“I don’t like being cold much, either.”

This time, I let the laugh go. I rolled over and moved into the middle of the bed until her back was tucked against my chest and she’d slipped one of her feet between my legs. The other was outside the covers, and I rested my arm over the covers, holding her softly against me.

I buried my face in the back of her neck, breathing in the lingering smell of sex on her skin and the vanilla scent that clung to her hair.

I didn’t want to let her go, and that terrified me.

Jamie tensed, and I knew she was about to say something. “Dex?” she whispered.

“Mm?”

“What are we doing?”

“I’m trying to sleep. I don’t know about you.”

She tapped my hand. “Not…literally. I mean… what are we doing? This.”

I held her tighter. “I don’t know. Do you?”

“No.” She sighed. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

“It doesn’t matter right now.” Because I needed to figure out what the hell I was feeling before I knew what I was doing. “Go to sleep, beautiful.”

She nestled in closer to me, pushing her ass right to my cock, and judging by the resounding silence, she did just that.