Chapter 16 Been Ready
BEEN READY
On Saturday, Jocelyn looked in the mirror one more time at the jean skirt she had on.
He’d seen her in jeans, might as well give him something different.
The skirt wasn’t that short, longer than mid-thigh because she was on the short end.
Her shirt was long-sleeved, a peach color because she couldn’t resist, and tucked into the waist.
He didn’t know she was going to show up at the bar tonight while he was working, but she couldn’t stay away another day.
She grabbed her purse and left her condo, and got in the elevator with two other people.
“Hi, Jocelyn.”
“Betsy,” she said. The woman was a floor above her and always talked to her in the gym. She didn’t socialize with many in the building, but wouldn’t be a bitch either.
“You look pretty. Going out tonight?”
“Just getting a drink,” she said.
“Alone or meeting someone?” Betsy asked. Betsy had brought up in the past their cruising together to find some action.
She hadn’t wanted to find any action when she went out prior. Tonight was something different.
“Meeting up with someone,” she said. It was only a tiny lie.
“Have fun,” Betsy said.
The doors opened in the lobby. “I plan on it.”
She got to the pub fifteen minutes later, walked in the front door and was glad that Rhea wasn’t manning the hostess stand.
“Would you like a table?” the young hostess asked.
“I’m going to the bar, if there is a seat.”
The hostess moved over and looked around some. She was watching as Chance’s head popped up, his eyes connected with hers, his smirk widened, then nodded her over and pointed to the side of the bar.
“Well, hello there,” he said. “Come here often?”
She laughed. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“Only the pretty ones,” he said. His eyes traveled the length of what he could see from the bar, but she knew he’d scoped her out on the walk over. “Ginger ale and vodka?”
“Yes, please,” she said.
He moved back to the bar to get her drink. There were two people behind it tonight. It was a lot busier than the last time she was here, but that was on a Friday.
He returned with her drink and set it in front of her. “Did you drive here?”
“I did,” she said. “So not much drinking.”
“I went a little light on it,” he said. “Just in case.”
She laughed and sent him a wink. “Problem with my being here?”
He leaned close. “Fuck no.”
She sent him a seductive laugh. “Good. Are you closing tonight?”
They talked little about his schedule. Not specific, other than if he had to work.
She knew he had been at the firehouse yesterday and had gotten out this morning. Went home and slept, then was working now. He was working tomorrow too. There wasn’t much communication between them other than a text here or there.
In the past that might have bothered her if too much time went by without talking to a guy she was interested in.
With Chance, she understood the reason behind it.
At least that was what she was telling herself and hoped she wasn’t wrong.
“I’ll be here with Cooper,” he said. “Or if it slows down some I can take off early.”
She took a slow sip. “I’ll leave it up to you to decide. Someone wants your attention.”
“Looks like more than one person does,” he said, sending her a sexy smile.
Saw right through it, he did.
She could have stayed home and waited for him to make the next move. She didn’t want to.
Too many times she did those things.
She was trying something different. Something fun.
Something wild, adventurous and completely out of her character.
Where it went, neither of them knew. And maybe neither of them cared.
The way their last conversation ended with her having to run, she knew coming here was their turning point.
Jocelyn had to get her goals and plans out of her head. For now.
It was the second time she had sat at a bar by herself in a few weeks when she hadn’t done it once in her life before.
Twice, someone came over to chat with her. Two different guys.
Chance sent them packing with a sharp look.
“You know,” she said when he brought her a ginger ale with a lime in it. Her second one. She’d stuck to one alcoholic drink. “If you keep scaring all the guys away from me there will be talk and it might get back to you know who.”
“She already knows,” he said.
“So you said,” she said. “But this could be more because your bartender is giving you the eye also.”
“Because I told him I’m taking off in about thirty minutes.”
The crowd had thinned out some. Half the tables were filled. It was just past ten and she was betting no one new would come in to eat. If anything, someone might stop for a drink or those still here would linger.
“Are you going home?” she asked.
“I can if that is what you want,” he said. “And you want to come with me. Or...”
“You can come back to my place.”
“Which was my thought and what I think you were hinting at but can tell me I’m wrong.”
“I’m sure you’re good at reading the vibes women give off at the bar.”
She forced a smile as those words came out of her mouth. It wasn’t what she wanted to think of. Him going home with any woman any time he wanted.
Crap. Why hadn’t this occurred to her before?
Nope, not letting negative thoughts consume her when she’d just convinced herself this was going to be fun.
“Doesn’t mean I agree or want the vibe they're sending,” he said, staring at her. Like he read her mind.
She finished her drink over the next twenty-five minutes, then grabbed her purse after throwing money on the bar. He squinted at her. He hadn’t let her pay for any of her drinks and it was annoying but no reason to argue in front of anyone.
“See you soon?” she asked. He hesitated and she wondered if he was changing his mind. “Or not.”
“Oh, you will. Just wanted to walk out with you and debated asking you to give me five minutes.”
“I can wait,” she said.
“Hang on,” he said. He moved over to talk to the other bartender, then nodded his head for her to follow him when he walked out from behind the bar.
They went through a door into the kitchen, then an office.
“Is this where you work?”
“My grandmother more than me,” he said. He went to the safe and unlocked it, then pulled out a cash bag, opened it and stuffed more money in there. “Ready to go?”
“I’ve been ready most of the night.”
He laughed, and the two of them left out a back door rather than the front, but both cars were in the side parking lot.
She’d parked as close to him as she could, hoping they’d leave around the same time.
He climbed into his truck. He’d told her what kind and color he drove when they were chatting one day. Her reasoning had been to see if he was here if she drove by, but she hadn’t confessed that.
He followed her to her condo. She parked in her garage, and he blocked her spot, which was fine. It’s not as if she was leaving again tonight.
The minute the door was shut to her place, he had her in his arms, his mouth slanting across hers, her back against the wall.
His hands went up her chest, around her neck and then held her head in place. For a split second her heart hammered as she thought he was going to hold her aggressively by the throat.
It wasn’t in fear either and that might have terrified her more than anything that she was more aroused than afraid.
Instead, his fingers were at the base of her neck, her hair getting tangled, his grip tight.
Yes, please.
She’d never been with a man who took charge like this and she didn’t know how much she needed it. How much she craved it.
One hand left her hair, then landed on the bare skin of her thigh, sliding up it some, around to the inside, then out again.
Just teasing. Taunting. Scalding her.
Making her burn hotter than ever before.
His mouth moved to her ear. “I think you just want this from me to check it off your list,” he whispered. “If that is the case, I might as well give it the way I want.”
She leaned back, her head hitting the wall, their eyes meeting. “What?”
“Come on, Jocelyn. You just want to get your hands dirty with the likes of me. You and me, we are oil and water, but I’m going to shake us up to blend tonight.”
She wanted to shove him away with that insult. Oddly, his words were turning her on.
She’d argue with him later.
“Shut up, Chance.”
He lifted an eyebrow at her. “And kiss you?”
“You’re a smart guy. What do you think?”
“I think I’m going to fuck you here in the entryway. Let’s see if you’re loud enough for people in the hall to hear.”
She gulped, his mouth returning to hers, his tongue invading, her skirt lifting under his hand.
He came around to the front of her panties, his knuckles grazing the material. She was positive he could feel the dampness outside the material.
“Chance,” she said, his name drawing out.
“I’ve got you, baby. On my terms.”
She didn’t like that he didn’t call her by her name, but since he had earlier, she’d let it slide.
With it coming on the heels of his previous words, she knew where this stood for him.
She’d take advantage of him just like he was of her. She was only human and ready to be a YOLO for the night.
Her hands went to his waist, then under his shirt. The skin on his back was scorching, but smooth as silk at the same time.
Her nails were digging into his shoulders as she lifted his shirt up.
He stepped back and let her pull it over his head.
“Wow,” she said. “Look at you.”
He laughed. “Heard that a time or two.”
“Shut up, Chance,” she said again. She didn’t need to hear those comments.
He looked into her eyes for a second, almost assessing her mood.
She wasn’t sure what he was thinking, and maybe it was best not to know.
She was all about what she was feeling.
There was a coolness to her lady parts a few seconds later and she realized her skirt was up around her waist, his hand was invading inside her underwear, then intruding between her flesh deep inside of her.
She jerked up once, he thrust deeper, she let out a moan, her legs wobbly on the wedges she had on her feet.
“You’re going to come for me just like this,” he growled.
His tongue was dabbing her ear, his voice a whisper against her skin.
She nodded her head as he kept it up, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing as he was moving his hand up, working her over in multiple places.
She’d never felt anything quite like that before.
It was right next to her door where she was biting her tongue to not shout out so that someone on the other wall could hear her.
But that was his point.
He wanted her to let go. Or prove he could make her.
She’d let go but wouldn’t give away to her neighbors exactly how erotic she was feeling.
Dirty in such a glorious way.
She was moaning low now. It was almost impossible not to make any noise at all.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
“That’s it,” he said. “Come all over my hand. Shout out my name. Don’t hold it in.”
She wasn’t shouting, but she sure the hell wanted to.
Just as she came in that moment.
Her legs gave way, the wall the only thing keeping her up other than Chance’s hand. Her moan was just as long as the throbbing between her legs.
He kept it up, making the pleasure languish.
She gripped his face with her hands and made sure he was looking in her eyes. “Say my name.”
He smirked. “Jocelyn.”
“Chance,” she said. “Fuck me now.”
The startled look he gave her lasted a second but had him shifting back, his hand removing from her underwear and him reaching into his pocket.
The single condom made her pause. She didn’t think he’d had it on him while he was working. She hoped not. Maybe he had it in his truck.
Got to push those thoughts out.
He stepped back and undid his jeans; she pushed her underwear down her legs.
The condom package opened and she barely got a glimpse of his cock before he had her back against the wall, his mouth covering hers, and lifting her up.
She wrapped her legs around his waist; he probed for a second, found her opening and slammed in.
There was more than one moan that time and she hid her smile in triumph.
It was hard to do anything with him jerking into her, his tongue invading her as deeply as he was between her legs.
There was no fear that he didn’t have her. That she could fall. Chance wouldn’t drop her.
His hands went under her thighs as if his arms were a chair and she was sitting there while she took his thrusts as if he was trying to get to the bottom of her. Or touch her core.
He was touching her more than she’d felt before.
A second orgasm was building faster than the first and she knew beyond a doubt it was going to be harder.
Could be because it’d been so long since she’d been with a man. Or that it was the boy she’d fantasized about for years who was now a man she’d never imagined he’d be, giving it to her the way a woman secretly desired.
His mouth returned to her ear. “Come for me again,” he said.
It was as if he knew words would make it happen.
“I’m going to,” she said.
“Make it rain on me. Hot and wet, showering me completely.”
No one talked to her like this during sex. Not in a slow, seductive way encouraging her to get there.
Her arms that were around his neck slid into his hair and yanked it some, her mouth going back to his as she felt her body coming undone.
She needed to shout and refused to give in.
It was easy enough to against his mouth.
The minute she came, he moved into overdrive as if he was hitting the gas in his muscle car and racing toward the finish line with her in the seat next to him urging him on.
His groan was as loud as hers, but they muffled it.
Her body felt as if it had hit a wall, the exhaustion overtaking her, her limbs going limp.
Thank God he was holding her thighs up or she would have collapsed to the ground.
Rather than let go of her, he pulled out and swung her around and into his arms as if he were cradling a baby.
His strength and ability to shift her around as if she were a child was another erotic notch in his favor.
He moved to her bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed, then went into the adjoining bathroom without a word.
She didn’t want this to be a one-night stand.
Most times her first time having sex with a guy was on the subdued side.
She stood up and pushed her skirt back in place. He opened the door and came out.
“I hope you’re not leaving,” she said.
His look made her heart sink. She didn’t want him to go, but maybe it was best to know going in if this was all he was looking for.
“What did you have planned?”
“For me to show you I can make you shout out too,” she said. “I’ve got a whole box of condoms in the bathroom.”
He toed off his sneakers. His jeans were still undone but pulled into place and he shoved them down. “Let’s go,” he said.