13. Jason
13
JASON
“ W hoa,” I said, bolting off the couch, wiping my greasy fingers on my shorts as I beelined for Mel. “Slow down, Goose.” I wrenched the bottle of tequila out of her hand.
She immediately snatched it back. “Don’t pull the big brother act on me tonight, Jase. I’m not in the mood.”
I reached over her head and pulled out two shot glasses. “That bad, huh?”
“Fucking nightmare.”
“My humble offerings of pizza and beer aren’t going to cut it tonight, are they?”
She eyed the Jose Cuervo. “I might have to get some of Jose’s friends involved. Jack, Jim, and Captain Morgan are always down for a good time.”
I dropped the shot glasses on the countertop, plucked the tequila out of her hand, and poured two shots. I picked mine up and toasted her. “Then here’s to getting shitfaced. ”
It didn’t take long for Mel to spill what went down at Revanche. Although, most of that was the tequila talking.
At least Luca had been there to make sure she got out without that shriveled-dick prick following her. It also didn’t take long for the fucker to start blowing up her phone.
Her eyes were glassy, and her legs were tossed across my lap. The hem of her dress rode up to mid-thigh, but she was too buzzed to care. So was I.
Damn, it had been a long time since I had done shots. I knew it would feel like hell in the morning, but getting greasy breakfast sandwiches and Gatorade with Mel didn’t sound half bad.
Her phone buzzed again. Instead of looking at the message, she tossed it halfway across the room.
“Justin again?”
She nodded. “He switched from asking where the hell I went to goading me into chasing him.” She snorted. “I don’t chase tequila, much less men.”
“That fuckwad is seriously delusional,” I said, leaning forward to grab a bottle of water.
If I didn’t get some non-alcoholic fluid in my body ASAP, I’d be up a creek without a paddle. I was careful not to pitch Mel’s legs off my lap. I liked them there. It gave me a chance to touch her without it being weird.
And I really liked touching her.
Her skin was warm and silky smooth. Tight cords of muscles rippled through her thighs as calves with every little movement she made.
It made me think back to when she said she worked out to look strong when she was naked.
I wanted to see that.
I kept my hand just above her knees as I guzzled down half the bottle, then offered it to her. She took it and drank the rest .
“You know,” she hiccupped. “I think guys like that are insecure when you get down to it. They don’t have anything to offer.”
“Why’d you go out with him in the first place?” I asked. “I mean, you seriously can’t be that desperate.”
“I’m not desperate.”
I rolled my eyes. “You go out with anything on two legs.”
“Maddie said I’m cursed,” she giggled through a tequila-fueled haze. “What do you think, flyboy? Am I cursed?”
I sat against the dark green couch, grabbing a yellow throw pillow. Mel sat up just a little, and I wiggled it behind her back.
My head was swimming with alcohol and lust, but that didn’t stop me from saying, “An independent woman will never be compatible with an insecure man.” I looked her up and down. “You’re not cursed.”
Mel laughed like I had just told a punchline in a comedy club. I really should make her drink some more water…
“See? You get it. I don’t need a man. I want a man.”
“Why do you want a man so bad?” I asked.
She snorted. “Why else? Because the parts fit.”
“Alright, Giggles.” I snagged a slice of now-cold pizza from the box and handed it to her. “Solid food and water.”
She pouted. “Hell no. This is the most fun I’ve had in a while. Pour me another shot.”
“Pizza.”
“Tequila.”
I briefly debated whether I could pour her a shot of water and trick her into knocking it back. But, to my surprise, Mel took the pizza out of my hand and took a bite.
“Fine. But only because of your hands.”
“My hands?” Was that the alcohol talking, or was she trying to flirt with me?
Mel nodded. “You have good hands. And good veins.” She traced a polished red nail along a thick vein on the back of my hand. “I could start an IV on you with my eyes closed. Your veins are a nurse’s wet dream.”
I laughed. “All I heard from that is that you had wet dreams about me.”
She blushed, but it was short-lived. The tequila erased her inhibitions. “I always thought you had sexy hands.”
My dick flexed and throbbed under her legs. “Oh yeah?”
“You used to do those Rubik’s Cubes all the time. Your fingers were so fast.” Her head lolled to the side. “I bet your girlfriends loved your fingers.”
“You’re drunk,” I said, desperately trying to will away the erection fighting the thin fabric of my gym shorts.
Mel giggled again. “I’m that drunk not, I swear.” She paused, her face turning severe, brows knitted together as she tried to figure out where she had messed up. “I swear—” she poked my bicep and laughed “—I’m not that drunk.”
I didn’t get a chance to get another word in before she kept going.
“I’m not intentionally going out with losers,” Mel whined. “At this point, I just wanna get laid. It’s been so long. I just need to find a man who’s not a serial killer in training to get me off. I’m tired of doing it myself.” Eyes closed, she tipped one knee open and sighed in frustration.
I swallowed. Holy shit, her legs were a fucking dream.
“That sucks,” I mumbled, frozen so as not to spook the quick-hardening erection pinned under her legs.
“The last time I went home with a guy, the sex was so bad I faked an orgasm just so it would be over,” she slurred with a tipsy laugh. “Then I lied to him and said I got called into work so I could leave. ”
I didn’t know why, but the notion of her having to fake an orgasm pissed me the hell off.
Having Mel sprawled out half on top of me was a test of my willpower. I needed a distraction. Reaching down into the duffle bag I’d been living out of for two weeks, I fished out my Rubik’s Cube. Some things never changed.
I handed it to her. “Wreck it for me.”
Mel took the Rubik’s Cube and did her best to mess up the color patterns from the last time I solved it. Going through the motions of matching the colors had always been a way to calm my mind.
She had her lower lip trapped between her teeth, focusing hard as she twisted and turned each piece. My hand slid higher up her thigh, and I squeezed. Her legs parted a little more, inviting me in for more.
And holy hell did I want more.
“Get those fingers flying, flyboy,” she said with a laugh. I nearly choked, then realized she was handing the Rubik’s Cube back to me. Mel had really done a number on the thing.
Peeling myself away from her body, I leaned back against the couch and went to work. Mel used me as a footrest while my fingers worked in tandem as I matched color for color.
The only sound echoing through the silent apartment was the rhythmic click of the tiles. Mel’s eyes tracked each movement, her breath picking up in quick beats with each click and snap. She clenched her thighs together and let out a little whimper. The space under the hem of her dress vanished, and I cursed the loss.
Forty-five seconds later, I handed her the solved puzzle. Mel took it and studied each side. She looked up at me with wide, brown eyes. “Your hands could star in pornos.”
I cocked a half-smile and played it off. “You’re still drunk. ”
Her voice was quiet. “I’m not.” Gingerly, she trailed her fingertip up the backside of my hand, tracing the vein pattern.
I didn’t believe her, but arguing with a drunk person was like arguing with a toddler. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
“Trouble can be fun.” She set the Rubik’s Cube on the line where her thighs pressed together.
I trailed my fingertips up her thighs, and she let out that low whimper again. “What are you thinking about?” I slid my hand under her dress and squeezed her hamstrings.
Her eyelids fluttered close. “That your hands feel really good.”
“Do you actually think my hands are sexy?” I asked as I used my thumb to work circles on her leg. “Or is that just the tequila talking?”
A slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Both.”
“What else is the tequila saying?”
She hesitated, chewing on her lip. The dark red lipstick she had swiped on earlier was gone. Now it was just her. Just the way I liked her.
“The tequila is wondering how good it would feel for you to touch me like you touch that Rubik’s Cube.” Her voice was a low rasp. Sexy and seductive. She was irresistible. “I bet you could do some magical things with those fast fingers.”
Fuck me. I wanted to make her come six ways from Sunday. I wanted to use her little body until it was spent and sore. I wanted to see her in the throes of ecstasy, panting and begging for me.
I had wanted that for longer than I should have.
Instead of pondering on that shred of guilt, I used the hand that wasn’t up her dress to offer her the puzzle. “Wreck it for me.”
Mel took it, but instead of messing up the perfectly matched sides, she looked me in the eye and said, “Wreck me .”
I wasn’t about to be asked twice. I flipped us, coming off the couch to straddle Mel as I pulled her down to lay flat against the cushions. “Do you want me to make you come?” I growled in her ear. “Right here? Like this?”
Her lips parted, but nothing escaped.
“Do you want me to make you fly like I do?” I grabbed her shins and pushed up, bending her knees and tipping them apart. The tiny triangle of silk between her legs strained to cover her pussy. A damp spot stained the light purple thong.
“Yes,” she whispered, a tremor of need vibrating through her admission.
I lowered my mouth to graze the shell of her ear. “Tell me again how you’ve thought about my hands on you.”
When she didn’t answer, I took them away. I loathed not touching her, but I needed her to tell me that she had wanted me just as bad as I’d wanted her.
“Jase—”
“Do you want my hands on you like this?” I grabbed her wrists and stretched them above her head, trapping them with my hand. My eyes locked on her. Her body stretched out beneath me. The tamed muscles rippled in quiet deference to me taking control.
Mel nodded.
My knee sunk into the couch cushion on the outside of her hip. With my free hand, I started at her knee, slowly sliding it up the backside of her thigh, pushing her dress, revealing more leg as I went.
“What about like this?”
She whimpered, nodding. My erection pressed between her thighs, rocking against the thin fabric barrier between us. Mel tried to close her legs, but I kept them pressed open.
“Use your words, baby girl,” I rasped as I squeezed a handful of her ass.
“More,” she whined, rocking against my hard-on.
“Tell me where you want my hands. ”
“Everywhere,” she breathed, arching into me. “Please, Jase?—”
I didn’t disagree, but that was not how this was going to go. I didn’t have any misconceptions about what this was. She was horny, buzzed, and wanted to salvage her night after a nightmare of a date.
I wasn’t about to deny a lady an orgasm. Especially since she asked so nicely.
Still, I wasn’t going to give her everything. That was something that was going to happen sober. When I fucked her for the first time, there would be absolutely no confusion about who was wrecking her world.
I hooked my finger through the damp gusset of her panties and pulled them aside. Mel whimpered out a string of yesses as I grazed her wet sex with my knuckle.
“Wreck the puzzle,” I demanded as I slid one finger inside of her, still holding her wrists over her head. The cube was trapped precariously between her fingertips. “I do what you do.”
She fumbled for a moment, trying to get a tighter grasp on it. I didn’t rush her. Lazily, I stroked her walls, reveling in the flutters of ecstasy I teased out of her pussy. So warm. So wet. So tight.
She’d feel so goddamn good wrapped around my cock, squeezing the life out of me.
Mel whimpered as she blindly turned the pieces to the Rubik’s Cube. I matched her speed, massaging her clit back and forth. Her breathing shuddered, and her fingers stilled.
I halted my ministrations and cupped her pussy with my hand.
“Jase!” She was practically begging. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her face went flushed. “Don’t tease me like this!” It was on those words that her voice broke. “Please don’t play games with me,” she whimpered.
It was the same thing she always accused me of. Teasing her.
But I wasn’t .
Never had.
As much as I had dated over the years, those women paled in comparison to Melissa Jacobsen. She had been it for me for as long as I could remember.
Maybe now I could finally admit that I had become someone worthy of her.
I let go of her wrists, bringing them down slowly. I kissed the inside of her left wrist, then the right. “Breathe for me,” I said gently, stretching her as I pushed three fingers deep into her sex. I curled my fingers on her intake of breath and stroked on the exhale.
Mel keened and her pussy clenching around my fingers.
I didn’t jackhammer into her. I wasn’t a rookie. Instead, I worked her clit with my free hand. Her dress only covered one shoulder, so I leaned forward and bit the side of her dress that didn’t have a strap, pulling it down with my teeth. I grazed her nipple, and she keened in response.
“Oh—” Her pussy strangled my fingers as it clamped down.
I worked her erogenous zones in perfect synchronization. She writhed, begging in incoherent sentences as she edged closer and closer to the finish line.
Mel bit the corner of her lip, tipping her chin up, seeking my lips. “Kiss me.”
I shook my head. “No. I need you to come,” I whispered in her ear as I stroked her G-spot again. “Let me see you make the face I’ve been dreaming about.”
Her face scrunched up, and she bit her lip. “I—I can’t?—”
“You can and you will.” I pulled her nipple between my teeth and sucked long, deep pulls. “Breathe for me,” I ordered, keeping my strokes steady. “Let yourself let go. I’ve got you.”
Her body relaxed, and the tremors fluttering deep inside returned. I rubbed her clit back and forth with my index finger. Her lips parted on a silent gasp and she shattered, breaking apart in my arms. I clamped down on her nipple, savoring the taste of her body. Mel keened, squirming beneath me as she rode out her orgasm against my palm.
When I left Beaufort, I never imagined I would see her again. Now, I was holding her as she let me see the most vulnerable part of herself. Mel was everything to me. If this was all I ever got of her, it would have to be enough.