Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
JILLIAN
Islowly wake with a stretch, swaddled in warmth, and blink.
My eyes focus on red numbers telling me it’s six thirty.
It’s still early and I relax a minute—until I remember that I don’t have a clock on my nightstand!
And that’s not my nightstand! My eyes widen as realization crashes into me and I blink again.
I turn my body and my eyes meet a wall of fabric-covered chest. Patrick.
Memories flood my mind, and as I inhale a woodsy fragrance permeates my senses.
My movement causes Patrick to drape his arm over me and tangle our legs together, and now Patrick’s body is snuggled in tight against mine.
I wiggle slightly away from him, enough to lift my head and study the man in front of me.
We both still have our clothes on, which I’m happy about—but also sad, in a way.
Happy because he really did only want to hold me all night.
And sad, because I wouldn’t have minded if he had tried to initiate sex with me.
When it happens, I certainly won’t mind seeing him naked—I’m sure Patrick is hiding honed muscles under his clothes.
Oh, well. Maybe next time. That thought has me smiling while I continue to ponder whether I want to be a slut for this man. Can a virgin be a slut? Then my sleepy brain has a quick convo with itself about giving a blowjob.
I glance down Patrick’s long form until my eyes rivet on his groin. I swipe my tongue along my bottom lip and wonder how I can get into his pants. We did, in fact, admit to having feelings for each other. That’s some kind of commitment. If only…
“What are you thinking so hard about?” The gruff timbre of Patrick’s morning voice sends a frisson of desire down inside my panties.
My first inclination is to lie and tell him it was nothing, but then his words from last night, about us needing to be honest with each other, slide into the forefront of my mind.
“I’m wondering what you look like under your clothes.
” Okay, not the total truth, but I’m not going to tell him that I want to see his penis and suck it off.
Patrick smiles—which I think is his best asset, although I may change my mind once I’ve seen him naked, and it distracts me. He moves, pushing me down to the bed, on my back, and then he snuggles his face into the crook of my neck. With a light kiss, he rises over me and whispers, “I’m hungry.”
“Are you?” I ask breathily. “Pancakes? I heard Lou Mitchell’s has the best breakfasts.”
He slowly shakes his head no.
“Want something lighter then? I can make you breakfast,” I tease, trying to not let the giddy excitement pooling low in my stomach spiral, because I hope he’s hungry for something other than food.
Patrick shakes his head again. “I think I’m hungry for you.”
“Me?” Again, still breathily, because it sounds like I’m going to get my wish.
“Yes. You.” He then kisses me, long, sweet and gentle.
But do I want gentle? Do I want sweet right now?
I take a chance and glide my tongue along the seam of his lips and Patrick quickly opens for me. Without hesitation, I push forward and slide in, taking over the kiss.
My boldness is rewarded by Patrick deepening said kiss and plastering his body over mine. I love his weight against me. The smell of his body. The growing heat he fuels in me.
“Baby, I want you. But we’re not having sex, yet.”
I pull back, seeing the carnal need in his eyes, which mirrors the desire flooding my body. “Patrick,” I plead.
“What do you need, love?”
This is my chance. “You. On your back.”
He pauses, eyes wide with confusion. “On my back?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Don’t question me,” I command, before I lose my nerve.
He lets a second pass before he flops onto his back. “Now what?”
I move on top of him. “Close your eyes.”
Patrick blows out a breath and does what I ask. I then kiss him, while my fingers fumble first with his belt, then his button and the zipper of his pants.
“What are you doing, Jillian? I said—”
I place a finger over his lips. “No talking.” Then I crawl down his body until I come face to face with his white Fruit of the Loom underwear.
“You don’t—”
“I said shhh,” I convey, slowly pulling down the underwear’s elastic band, and exposing his stiffened shaft.
Wow. I’ve seen dicks before in pictures and in porno movies. But live—up close and in person, they are kind of intimidating. I also think Patrick is larger than most I’ve seen. But how does he taste?
I tentatively swipe my tongue along the ridge of his head and Patrick groans. “You’re killing me.”
“I barely touched you.”
“Jillian, I’ve been wanting you in my bed for a year. Think about that.”
Oh… He really wants me.
I don’t want Patrick to suffer, so I gently grip his shaft, while I hover over the tip of his dick. A clear fluid pearl forms at the tip, and I take a lick, letting my tongue absorb the flavor. Not bad. So I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the head and suck.
“Fuck,” Patrick hisses.
He must like it, so I do it again and again, while moving my hand up and down his length. Patrick groans louder and begins to thrust his hips in rhythm with my strokes, while I continue to suck at his head.
“I’m going to come, baby. Pull off,” he grates out as his body stiffens.
But I don’t, confident that I know what Patrick is about to do from what I’ve seen in movies. And he does. All in my mouth, down my chin and all over my hand.
“Damn, love,” he grates out.
I look at the mess we’ve made while I wait a few minutes for his breathing to slow, then decide to clean us up.
“Be right back.” I clamber out of his bed and head into his en suite bathroom.
Once I’ve swished out my mouth and washed his cum from my hand and chin, I take a moment to wipe the remnants of mascara from my cheeks before climbing back into bed.
I fix his underwear and pants, then snuggle into him.
Our bliss is shattered by a pounding noise that has both of us sitting up. “What the…”
“Someone’s knocking hard on my door.” Patrick quickly gets up and heads to the door. I’m right behind him.
A muffled shout comes from the other side of the door. “Are you in there?”
“Is that Jamie?” I mouth to Patrick.
He nods and then unlocks the door and opens it. “Jamie,” he says evenly.
Jamie storms in, followed by a guy who looks like, “Tom Selleck?”
The man, who’s dressed in tight blue jeans, a white dego-T and a black leather jacket, looks at me, shakes his head and smiles.
“No. I’m Mitch Thomas. You must be Jillian.
” He extends a hand like we’re in a casual setting, but far from it.
With the way Jamie is shouting at Patrick, this is far from casual.
“Yes, I am.” I shake Mitch’s hand before turning to stare at my brother. He certainly isn’t wearing the outfit he had on last night.
“Jillian,” Jamie screeches, his hands on his hips as he glares at me like I did something terrible.
“What?” I glare back at my brother and realize what he’s wearing. “What do you have on?”
“What do you mean what?” Jamie looks down at himself. “Sweat pants and t-shirt. Why?”
“They are a little big on you.”
“Oh, who cares what I have on—and don’t change the subject. Why are you here?” Jamie insists, then glares at Patrick. “And I thought I could trust you with my sister.”
“You can,” Patrick says evenly.
“Um… I’m an adult—the same as you, Jamie. And we did nothing wrong. We fell asleep last night and just woke up,” I say, then immediately wince at the fury blooming in my brother’s eyes. “And wipe that sneer off your face. You look ugly.”
Jamie gasps. He opens his mouth, ready to clap back, but Mitch jumps in.
“Chill,” he says to Jamie. “She looks safe and unharmed. That’s a good thing.”
“Why would you think something bad happened to me? If you were worried about me so much, then maybe you shouldn’t have left me with my friends and Patrick, to go have fun with your friends,” I challenge, still eyeballing my brother.
“I came home this morning and saw that your bed wasn’t slept in.
So I called your friends—thinking you were with them, but Sue told me you went off with Patrick.
” Jamie suddenly turns to Patrick. “I knew you had a thing for my sister, and I approved since I thought you were a good guy and not some jagoff wanting in my sister’s panties, but I guess I was wrong. ”
“Whoa,” Patrick says, raising both hands. “First, I have been nothing but a gentleman to your sister. I respect her. So don’t come at me like I’m some grungy asshole. And Jillian is right to say that she’s an adult and can make up her own mind.”
“Jamie,” I snap out, my hands fisted on my hips. “You might be my brother—my twin, but you aren’t the boss of me.”
“Jill—”
“No, Jamie. You come storming into Patrick’s place with a guy I don’t know.
I don’t question how you spend your time, so don’t question how I spend mine.
Or is there something you want to tell me about what you did last night?
Especially since you’re wearing different clothes and you said you just got home this morning!
” I raise an eyebrow and shift my eyes to Mitch and then back to my brother.
“Please trust me to make the right decisions for myself. And as for what Patrick said, he’s right too.
He has been nothing but respectful the entire time. Even though I want more.”
“Don’t!” Jamie covers his ears. “I don’t want to hear that my sister wants to have sex with one of my friends.”
“Jamie,” Mitch says, his voice low. “Boy, listen to your sister and tell her you’re sorry.”
Jamie drops his hands and also his eyes, while his shoulders slump in defeat. “I’m sorry.”
My attention bounces between Jamie and this Mitch guy. And right then, I want to know who this man is because, despite his calm demeanor, Mitch seems to have a leash on my brother’s fiery temper. Interesting.
“I’m Patrick.” He reaches out to shake Mitch’s hand.
“Mitch, and I’m sorry for this surprise outburst, but Jamie was truly worried for his sister.”
“I get it,” Patrick says with a smile. “We’re about to go for breakfast. Want to join us?” He turns to me and silently asks if that’s okay.
I nod in agreement. “Yes, please join us.”
“I’m in,” Mitch says, then turns to my brother. “Jamie?”
My brother looks at Patrick and then finally to me. “I can eat.”
“Good,” I say with finality. “Then you can fill me on how you two met.”
“I don’t…” Jamie begins to say.
“Sure,” Mitch adds, the sly grin on his handsome face causing his Tom Selleck-worthy mustache to lift just a bit, giving the man a boyish charm. Though, looking at the man, he’s far from boyish.
Seeing the flush that has spread across my brother’s cheeks, I have a feeling their story is going to be a spicy one.
Could we be that lucky? Could Jamie and I both have found love on the same night?
NOT THE END
Check out Jamie’s story in this anthology, Neon Dreams by CJ Barlowe.
Look for the epilogues for Jillian & Patrick and Jamie & Mitch and read how the two couples’ lives have turned out. Available on both of CJ’s websites.
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