5. Jace
Chapter Five
JACE
I've dreamed about what it would be like to kiss my best friend more times than I care to admit.
But even my wildest fantasies pale in comparison to the reality of her soft lips moving against mine.
Her kiss is sweet and tentative at first, but as I pull her closer, she melts into my embrace, parting her lips to grant me access. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hands roam her curves.
I want to touch every inch of her, to memorize the contours of her body with my fingertips. Lindsay's hands tangle in my hair, tugging gently as she matches my fervor. We're both breathless when we finally break apart, our chests heaving in unison.
“Jace," she whispers. "Are you sure about this? We've been friends for such a long time. I don’t want to ruin that.”
"We have been friends for a long time. And now I want more." I cup her face gently. "I'm done pretending I don't feel this way about you." I rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in. My body's on fire, aching to claim her. But I force myself to go slow.
"Tell me you want this too," I murmur. "Tell me I'm not crazy for thinking there could be more between us."
Lindsay's eyes open, meeting mine. There's heat there, and something else - hope?
“You’re not crazy, Jace,” she whispers. "I want you, too.”
And then she's kissing me again, her lips insistent and passionate. I respond with equal enthusiasm. My hands slip beneath her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back as our tongues dance together.
Outside, the storm continues to rage, the wind howling and snow swirling in a frenzied ballet. I pull back slightly, nodding towards the window. "Looks like this storm isn't letting up anytime soon. We might be stuck here for a while."
Lindsay's eyes darken with desire. "Is that so?"
I trail my fingers along her jaw. "Mmhmm. Whatever will we do to pass the time?"
She leans into my touch, her breath hitching. "I'm sure we can think of something."
"How about we make up for lost time?"
Lindsay nods, her hands already working at the buttons of my shirt. "I like the sound of that.
Those two words ignite a fire within me. I capture her mouth in a searing kiss as I walk us backwards towards the bed. My hands find the hem of her sweater and I tug it over her head, revealing creamy skin and a lacy bra.
Fuck, she's gorgeous. My best friend. The woman I've loved for years. And she's here, in my arms, letting me undress her.
I take my time, savoring each inch of newly exposed skin. I want to worship her body, to make her feel cherished and desired. When she's down to just her panties, I lay her gently on the bed, drinking in the sight of her.
"You're so beautiful," I murmur, trailing my fingers along her collarbone, down between her breasts. "I can't believe I get to touch you like this."
But when my hand roams over her soft stomach, Lindsay flinches and looks away.
I frown. "What's wrong?"
She bites her lip, avoiding my gaze. "It's just... I know I have a bit of a belly. I'm not exactly model thin."
My heart aches at her words. How can she not see how breathtakingly beautiful she is? I take her hand gently and guide it to the straining bulge in my jeans, letting her feel how hard I am for her.
"Baby, feel what you do to me," I growl, pressing her palm against my rock hard cock. "I have never been more turned on in my life than I am right now, with you."
Lindsay's eyes widen as she explores the contours of my cock through the denim. I groan at her tentative touch, my hips rocking involuntarily into her hand.
"Lindsay, I love your body," I tell her earnestly, holding her gaze. "Every inch of you drives me wild. Your curves, your softness... Fuck, you're perfect."
To emphasize my point, I lean down and press a reverent kiss to her stomach, just below her navel. Her skin is like silk beneath my lips and I can't resist flicking my tongue out for a taste. Lindsay gasps, her back arching off the bed.
"Jace," she whimpers, threading her fingers through my hair.
I continue my journey south, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the waistband of her panties. "I love this belly," I murmur against her skin. "I love these hips." I nip playfully at the flare of her hip bone.
"I love these thighs." My hands skim along the outside of her legs, caressing her soft flesh. "And I really, really love what's between them."
I hook my fingers in the sides of her panties and glance up at her, silently asking for permission. Lindsay nods, lifting her hips to help me slide the scrap of lace down her legs.
And then she's bare before me, glistening and open and so fucking beautiful that it steals my breath. I take a moment just to admire her, committing every detail to memory.
“You’re exquisite, baby,” I murmur, settling between her thighs. "Every part of you."
I part her lower lips with my thumbs, revealing everything to my hungry gaze. She's so wet, her arousal coating her pink flesh and making my mouth water. I have to taste her.
I lean in and run my tongue along her slit, humming in appreciation at her tangy-sweet flavor. Lindsay cries out, her hands fisting the sheets as I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue.
"Oh yes, Jace," she pants, her hips undulating against my face. She arches off the bed with a cry as I thrust my tongue inside her.
So fucking tight.
I add a finger, groaning at the way her walls grip me.
Suddenly, a thought occurs to me. I still my movements and raise my head. "Baby, are you a virgin?"
Lindsay nods shyly. "I'm sorry, Jace. Do you want to stop?"
I shake my head vehemently. "No, baby. Of course not. I'm honored that you trust me enough to let me be your first."
Inside, the possessive part of me roars in satisfaction. She's mine.
Only mine.
I haven't even been inside her yet, but I already know that I will never share her with another man. Lindsay belongs to me, just as I belong to her. Completely.
"I'll go slow, sweetheart," I promise, pressing a tender kiss to her inner thigh. "I'm going to make this so good for you."
I return my attention to her dripping core, determined to bring her pleasure like she's never known. I lap at her folds, painting her with broad strokes of my tongue before focusing on her sensitive pearl.
Lindsay writhes beneath me, her breathy moans filling the room. I slide a finger into her tight channel as I suckle her clit, pumping gently as she adjusts to the intrusion.
"Oh wow, Jace!" she keens, her inner muscles fluttering around my digit.
I add a second finger, curling them to stroke that spongy spot inside her as I work her clit with my tongue. Her arousal coats my chin as I thrust my fingers faster, matching the rhythm of her rocking hips.
"That's it, baby," I encourage her. "Come all over my face. I want you to drip down my fucking chin.”
I suck her clit between my lips, flicking the bud rapidly, and that's all it takes.
Lindsay shatters with a scream of my name, her thighs clamping around my head as she gushes into my mouth. I lap up her release greedily, prolonging her pleasure until she collapses back onto the bed, spent and panting.
I crawl up her body, pressing kisses to her quivering skin as I go, until I reach her lips. She opens for me eagerly, moaning as she tastes herself on my tongue.
"Ready for me, sweetheart?" I ask as I reach down to position myself at her entrance.
Lindsay nods, wrapping her legs around my hips. "Please, Jace. I want to feel you inside me."
I push forward slowly, groaning as her tight heat envelops me inch by excruciating inch. I pause when I feel her barrier, my heart thundering in my chest.
"This might hurt a bit," I warn her, brushing my lips over hers. "But I promise it will feel so good after. Hold onto me, baby."
She links her arms around my neck, her breath coming in short puffs against my jaw. With a final push, I breach her barrier, sheathing myself fully inside her wet heat.
Lindsay gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as she adjusts to the stretch. I hold myself still, peppering her face with soft kisses, murmuring words of praise.
"You feel incredible, baby," I groan, nuzzling her neck. "So tight, so perfect. Like you were made just for me."
Lindsay relaxes around me, her inner muscles gripping me like a velvet glove. I start to move, slow and shallow at first, allowing her to get used to the sensation. She whimpers, lifting her hips to meet my gentle thrusts.
"More, Jace," she pleads breathlessly. "I need you to move.”
I oblige happily, picking up my pace. My hips piston faster, driving into her again and again as I relish the feeling of her silky walls caressing my length. The room fills with the erotic sounds of our coupling—the slap of skin against skin, our mingled panting, the wet squelch of her arousal with each plunge.
"I feel so full," Lindsay moans, rocking up to meet me thrust for thrust. "Harder, Jace. Please. I need more."
Her dirty words spur me on, and I let go of my restraint, pounding into her with wild abandon.
I hook her leg over my arm, changing the angle of my thrusts to hit that magic spot inside her. Lindsay cries out, her back arching off the bed as I hammer into her g-spot relentlessly.
"You like that, sweetheart?" I growl, my hips snapping sharply. "You like it when I pound this tight little pussy? When I fill you up and make you scream?"
"Yes! Fuck yes!" she wails, her head thrashing on the pillow. "Don't stop, Jace. Please don't ever stop!"
I wedge a hand between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding her swollen clit. I rub the sensitive nub in tight circles with my thumb as I continue my merciless assault on her core. Lindsay's nails rake down my back, her inner muscles beginning to flutter around my shaft.
"That's it, baby," I coax gruffly. "Come on my cock. Soak me with your come. Let me feel you fall apart."
A keening cry rips from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vise as she convulses beneath me, waves of ecstasy wracking her body. The sensation of her coming undone, knowing I'm the one to make her fall apart, is almost too much. My orgasm hits me like a freight train and it takes me a good ten seconds before I can catch my breath.
"Fuck, baby," I groan as I drop my forehead to hers. "I should have known you'd be a rockstar your first time."
Lindsay blushes, ducking her head shyly. “You really think so?”
I can’t help but chuckle. "Sweetheart, you are amazing at everything you do. Of course, you would be a natural at this, too."
She bites her lip, looking up at me through her lashes. "Really?"
"Really," I assure her, pressing a tender kiss to her nose. "You blow my mind, Lindsay. In every way."
She smiles at that, but then winces slightly as she shifts beneath me. I frown in concern, suddenly realizing that she's probably sore.
"You okay, baby?" I ask, carefully easing out of her and rolling to the side.
Lindsay nods, but I can see the discomfort on her face. "Just a little tender," she admits. "I guess I'm not used to... all that."
My heart swells with a mixture of masculine pride and protective instinct. I gather her into my arms, nuzzling her hair. "I have an idea," I murmur. "How about I run us a nice, warm bath? We can relax and get cleaned up."
Lindsay sighs contentedly, snuggling into my chest. "That sounds amazing.”
I press a kiss to her forehead before extricating myself from the tangle of sheets. "You just lie back and relax. I'll get everything ready."
I pad naked to the ensuite bathroom, my body already missing the feel of hers. I turn on the faucet, adjusting the water until it's the perfect temperature. As the massive clawfoot tub fills, I add some scented bath oil that I find on the counter, filling the room with the soothing aroma of lavender and chamomile.
When the tub is ready, I return to the bedroom to retrieve my girl. Lindsay looks up at me with a lazy smile, her hair a wild, sexy mess against the pillows.
"Your bath awaits, my lady," I announce with a gallant bow.
Lindsay giggles as I scoop her up bridal style, carrying her effortlessly to the bathroom. She loops her arms around my neck, nuzzling my jaw. “Such a gentleman,” she sighs dreamily.
I lower us carefully into the steaming water, settling her back against my chest. Lindsay sighs contentedly, melting back into my embrace as I trace patterns on her flesh.
"This is nice," she murmurs sleepily. "I could stay here forever."
"Mmmm, me too," I agree, tightening my arms around her. "Although we might get a bit pruney."
Lindsay giggles. "A small price to pay for such bliss."
I reach for the bottle of shampoo on the ledge of the tub. "How about I wash your hair for you, sweetheart?" I offer. "Pamper you a bit."
Lindsay turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes soft with emotion. "You don't have to do that, Jace."
I press a kiss to her temple. "I know I don't have to. I want to. Let me take care of you, baby."
She bites her lip, then nods shyly. "Okay. Thank you."
I pour some shampoo into my palm and work it into a lather, then gently massage it into Lindsay's scalp. She sighs in pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed as my fingers work through her silky tresses.
As I wash her hair, a thought occurs to me. "You know, I never got to thank you earlier," I murmur.
She blinks up at me quizzically. "For what?"
I brush a sudsy lock from her forehead. "For trusting me enough to tell me about your dad. I know that must have been really hard for you."
Lindsay's gaze drops and she worries her lower lip between her teeth. "I wanted to tell you for so long," she admits quietly. "I hated keeping that part of my life a secret from you. I just... I didn't know how."
"Hey," I murmur, tilting her chin up gently to meet my eyes. "I get it, baby. And I'm honored that you felt safe enough to share that with me. It doesn't change anything about how I feel about you."
Her eyes search mine intently. "Really?"
"Really," I assure her firmly. "You're still my Lindsay. My beautiful, amazing, strong best friend. Nothing could ever change that."
A single tear slips down her cheek and I brush it away tenderly with my thumb. Lindsay turns fully in my arms, looping her arms around my neck as she presses her forehead to mine.
Suddenly, a thought occurs to me. I draw back slightly so I can see Lindsay's face clearly.
"I have an idea," I venture carefully. "What would you think about inviting your dad to the New Year's Eve party at the ranch?"
Lindsay's eyes widen in surprise. "You'd be okay with that?"
"Of course. He's your dad. I can only imagine how much you’ve missed him since he’s been away. This could be a chance for you to reconnect, to start building a relationship again."
She chews her lower lip. "I don't know, Jace. It might be too soon. I mean, he just got out and everything is still so new and raw..."
"I get that," I assure her gently. "But the ranch is a safe place for you. You'll be surrounded by people who love and support you. And I'll be right there by your side the whole time."
Lindsay searches my face, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You're really okay with this? Having my dad around?"
"Lindsay, I want you to be happy. I know how important your dad is to you, even with everything that's happened. If having him at the party will bring you joy, then that's all that matters to me."
A slow, hopeful smile spreads across her face. "You're amazing, you know that? I’m so lucky to have you.”
I press a soft kiss to her lips. "I'm the lucky one, sweetheart. I'm just grateful you're giving me a chance to be more than just your friend."
Lindsay winds her arms around my neck, pressing her bare chest flush against mine. "Definitely more than just friends," she agrees with a impish grin. "In fact, I think we need to do a lot more 'friendly' activities together. You know, to solidify this new aspect of our relationship."
I laugh, nipping playfully at her jaw. "Oh, I fully intend to engage in many, many 'friendly' activities with you, baby. In fact, I plan to be an extremely attentive friend from now on."
"Is that so?" she purrs, wriggling suggestively in my lap. "Care to give me a preview of these friendly activities?"
I groan as I feel myself hardening again beneath her. “I thought you'd never ask."