Chapter Two
Jase
She was in my truck, this was really happening, and I didn’t know which would burst free first – my heart from my chest or my dick from my jeans.
I’d lost two games of pool to Tate, and I never lost, all because I’d clocked her as soon as we walked in and once she hit the dance floor, I couldn’t look away, couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
She was wild beauty, like a summer thunderstorm at the lake or a rangale of white tail bounding along the edge of a field.
And she was in my truck, the two of us headed to get naked together.
The idea had me about to come in my jeans like a teenager. I gripped the steering wheel and breathed deep, struggling to get my body under control when anticipation and wanting had my gut squirrelly and my balls heavy.
With a knowing glint in her hazel eyes, she smiled. Didn’t know what she was all smug about over there – I’d felt how her body reacted to me, especially when she pushed her ass against my fly and I touched her belly. That shiver ran all over her.
I blinked and forced my concentration back on the road. Lord, I was going to embarrass myself the first time–
Hell.
Thumping my thumb on the wheel, I shot a quick glance at her. “Do you have condoms or do I need to stop?”
“I do.”
“More than one?”
“You’re confident.”
I fixed her with a look before jerking my attention back to the asphalt and the yellow lines. She felt the energy between us, too. Once would not be enough.
Her quiet laugh shimmered over me. “I think I’ve got three.”
Dear Lord. I swallowed, my mouth dry.
With Teddy Swims singing about losing control – I was right there with him – I made a couple more turns and pulled into the drive of Grandma and Grandaddy’s.
No, my house now, although it still felt like theirs, with the bedroom the only room with much of my stuff in it.
Grandma had offloaded furniture, decor, dishes, everything on me so she could get new stuff and not move the old.
I’d resisted Elizabeth for months when it came to renovating, decorating, moving in with me. Think I’d already known then we wouldn’t make it.
She’d been livid. We’d fought half the summer and all fall about it. The more she pushed, the harder I dug in and refused to budge. Man, all the red flags we’d been together.
In the carport, I killed the engine and stared at the painted siding there, a single cobweb in the upper right-hand corner blowing in the breeze.
“I don’t like to be held down, so don’t even try.” Her cool voice jerked me out of my nervous contemplation of Charlotte’s web.
Askance, I looked at her. “Why would I–”
“And if I blow you, I won’t be on my knees.”
Holy shit, is this how people did this?
She released her seat belt. “You have any no-gos?”
I swallowed. “Um . . . no.”
Brows lifted, she shrugged and pushed the door open before I could reach for mine.
Snatching up my keys, I scrambled to meet her at the hood. “I’d have come around to open that for you.”
“Not you, too,” she muttered, taking in the carport. Her shoulders straightened to a stiff line. “I don’t need anyone to open a door for me.”
Well, technically, she did because the back door was locked.
Keeping that to myself, I opened the storm door and stuck the key in the lock.
Pushing the door inward, I propped the storm door with my hip and waved toward the kitchen.
With a sharp look, she stepped by me into the kitchen, where the fluorescent light over the sink cast a too-white glow.
“Want something to drink?” I nudged the door shut with my foot.
“No.” The glance she shot over her shoulder matched that droll monosyllable. Her lips twisted in a wry expression. “Your decorating style screams grandma.”
“Because I bought the place from my grandparents and she left everything.”
She leaned on the kitchen table, and images popped off in my head, of tugging those snug jeans down her thighs, dropping between them and–
“Are we about to fuck in your grandparents’ bed?”
“No. Lord, no.” I shuddered. “The bedroom furniture is mine.”
With a low laugh, she shoved off the table and trailed a finger across my chest. “Well, show me the way.”
Eagerness pulsing under my skin, I caught her hand, a tingling sensation running up my forearm with the contact, and strode through the den to the hall, all the way down to the master bedroom.
The floral bedside lamps highlighted the deep green carpet and thick dusky pink drapes.
Tyler paused, studying the dark wood dressers. “You picked this furniture?”
“Okay, the mattresses are new.”
Sauntering into the room to sit on the foot of the bed, she pulled off her boots. I toed out of my driving mocs.
She ran a palm over the gray comforter. “But we are going to fuck where you fucked her.”
My ears burned. “No.”
That had been a major point of contention, too, not letting Elizabeth into my bed here, keeping what we did together at her house.
She’d been furious, but hell, she’d been angry at me, at everyone, for months.
Wouldn’t talk about it, wouldn’t say what I did wrong so I could fix it. I finally gave up trying.
Let her be mad.
“Really.” Her perfectly arched brows rose, and she touched her tongue to her lower lip. Her hand moved in another slow caress of the comforter. I felt a wave of jealousy for the hapless cotton percale. “So we’re about to christen your bed.”
“Uh-huh.” I tugged my shirt over my head, so nothing was in the way of her touching me like she was touching my bed.
She unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing a scarlet bra so sheer her nipples shown through. Lord, she was pretty, nice skin and a little curvy, not too thin with her ribs sharp like–
Okay, I wasn’t going to be that guy.
I did want to explore the soft curve of her stomach, nudge down her bra strap, let the cup drop so I could touch her nipple pouting at me through red lace.
Shiiit.
My dick jumped against my zipper. Digging my teeth into my inner lip, I unbuckled my belt.
Her shirt came off, and she peeled off the snug denim. Lord help me, those skinny little blue panties, her pussy lips plump around where the fabric disappeared between her legs.
Kicking my jeans to the side, I stepped closer, dropped to my knees before her. With a whiff of rich arousal tickling my noses, I hooked my fingers in the thin straps over her hips.
With a hand on my head, fingers tangled in my hair, she levered me back a few inches. “Hold up there, flyboy.”
I froze, staring into hazel eyes, fascinated by the little flecks of green and gold about her pupil. What had I done wrong?
She picked up her phone, wobbled it. “Results.”
Huh? Results?
Swiping across the screen, she tapped a couple of times, then turned the device toward me. An STI panel, showing all clear.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
Shoulders slumped, I sat back on my heels. All my anticipation and fantasies and plans to be the best she ever had drained away.
Fuck, I was a goober.
I ran a hand along my jaw, the scrape of stubble loud in the waiting quiet. “Don’t have those.”
“You don’t–” She bit off the exclamation, eyeing me. Yeah, she thought I was a goober, too. She sighed. “Have you been with anyone since her?”
“No.” My sense of affront was crazy when I was here with her, like this.
Those hazel eyes narrowed. “With anyone while you were with her?”
“No.” My voice hardened because I deserved to be affronted by that query. As hot as my ears were, they had to be red as fire. “I’ve only been with her.”
Surprise widened her eyes. “Like ever?”
“Yeah.”
She stared at me, lips parted. Yeah, my fantasies and plans were dead, like a rod-through-an-oil-pan dead.
“She ever cheat on you?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” I couldn’t see Elizabeth doing that. She didn’t much like sex with me, as hard as I tried to make it good, so I didn’t see her running off to do that with someone else.
Tyler smiled, then parted her lips, tongue tracing along the upper one.
“Okay.” Face as stern as her tone, she pointed at me. “Here’s the deal. You wrap it up, and you keep it wrapped the entire time. No kissing, no oral, no swapping of saliva, period. You got me?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Hell, maybe I liked this kind of bossy. Elizabeth telling me what to do day in and day out irritated me, but Tyler could order me around the bedroom all she wanted. I was already on my knees. I probably wouldn’t care if she held me down, either.
“Okay.” Tyler spread her arms wide, then reached back to undo her bra. “I suppose you don’t have lube, either.”
I gave her a look. I was a guy. Of course there was lube.
“Got that covered.”
“Well, then.” She leaned down for her clutch and tossed a trio of condoms at me. “Get that covered.”
I dropped my skivvies at my feet and stroked myself hard, not that it took much. She shimmied out of her panties, and I tasted the disappointment.
“Hey.” The word emerged as a harsh growl. “I wanted to take those off.”
“Next time.” She spread her thighs and with two fingers in an inverted v held herself open. “It’ll be your reward for getting tested.”
Next time curled up in my chest, warm as a sleepy kitten.
“First thing Monday morning.” I rolled the condom down my hard-on, her gaze on the motion, her pupils widening.
Her chest flushed, and her pussy – oh, man.
She was pretty, olive-toned lips opening around luscious pink, plump and pouty and wet.
She glistened, dripping a little, and fuck, I wanted to dip my head, bury myself, taste her.
Next time.
“I can touch you, though, right?” My voice rasped like sandpaper.
She slid her fingers down and dragged them up. “Please.”
Her breathy whisper shivered through me, like hitting a live wire.
I spread my knees, resting on my heels, and traced a finger through that wetness. I muffled a groan at how hot and soft she was.
Flicking a glance up, I found her watching me. “What do you like?”