Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“I think you broke me,” I mumbled.
I heard Jase chuckle.
I looked to my left. Jase was gloriously naked on top of the rumpled blankets. I was still naked, too, but I had a corner of the sheet pulled over my lower half.
“No, really, my who-ha is broken. Closed for business. The end.”
“No complaints about trading Bob in?”
“Bob who?”
“Right, but don’t think he’s fully retired yet. I forgot to remind you to bring it with you.”
“Who says I didn’t.”
“Rainy,” he growled.
I didn’t know what that growl meant, but if he thought it was the beginning of another round when the last one had ended not even five minutes ago, he was crazy.
“I’m kidding. I didn’t bring it. And you sure have gotten growly in your old age.”
“Old? Baby, I’ve fucked you five times in the last seven hours. I’ve eaten you twice and you blew me. What in that says old?”
He might’ve fucked me five times and eaten me twice but that didn’t mean he’d given me seven orgasms. I’d lost count after nine. Hence the broken vagina.
I ignored his question in favor of telling him, “I think I’m suffering from severe dehydration.”
“Then get dressed so I can feed and water you.”
That was as amusing as it was offensive.
“I don’t think I can move.”
“There’s a peanut butter cheesecake in the fridge.”
I sat up and tossed my legs over the bed.
“Knew that would do it.”
But once I was sitting, I couldn’t figure out how to get to my clothes without having to walk across the room naked.
Maybe Jase would get up first and get dressed and go—
“If you’re not moving for the reasons I think you’re not moving, I’m gonna be pissed.” He cut into my thoughts, already sounding pissed. “Woman, I have touched, kissed, licked, and seen every inch of your body.”
He was right, he had.
“I know you were teasing, but I’m not twenty anymore,” he told me.
“I know—”
“I’m gonna say this as gentle as I can and I hope you get why I’m telling you.
Biology being what it is, I’m at a disadvantage.
I can’t fuck you unless I get hard. And I’m not twenty.
I can’t say with authority when the last time I’ve been able to go more than a couple of rounds before me getting hard just wasn’t gonna happen.
What I can say with certainty is I’ve never fucked a woman five times and been sucked off.
That’s six orgasms for me, baby. I don’t know what other men’s come loads are, but I can tell you, I’ve come six times in the span of seven hours.
Fuck, I didn’t know I could recover that fast. You turn me on.
Your body turns me on. The way you smell and taste turns me on.
This room reeks of sex and that’s turning me on.
Knowing my sheets are wet with your excitement and my come is dried on your belly is seriously turning me on.
And here’s more honesty for you—I pulled out of you five minutes ago and just talking about how much I like fucking you has my dick half hard, and if your pussy wasn’t outta commission I’d fuck you again. ”
Throughout his speech I’d been staring at the wall, but at some point, I started clenching my thighs because he was turning me on.
I glanced over my shoulder; my gaze dropped to his semi-hard dick resting on his thigh. It was still wet with my excitement and that turned me on, too.
“I think my pussy’s fixed.”
Jase busted out laughing.
“I’m not kidding. It’s all healed up and ready for action.”
“No, baby, I’m gonna feed you. Then we’re gonna take a shower and change the sheets. When we get back in bed, you’re gonna blow me, and while you do, I’m gonna have a go at your clit and give you a nice easy orgasm.”
“Is there such a thing as an easy orgasm?”
“No clue. When you come, your pussy detonates.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Fuck no. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had, bar none.”
“That’s not the compliment you think it is,” I huffed.
And since he was right—he’d already seen, tasted, and touched every part of me—I stood.
“Sweetest ass, too. Though I’ve only had the pleasure of holding onto it while I fucked you from behind. One day when we got lube, I’m gonna fuck you there, too.”
I sent him an angry glare over my shoulder. Unfortunately, Jase had superpowers that deflected my glare. Which meant when he went on, he did it smiling. “You’ve always had great tits. But now, fucking hell, perfection.”
“You can stop,” I told him and picked up my undies.
“Why?”
I turned to tell him why, but my words died in my throat. Jase had his left arm bent at the elbow, his hand shoved under his head, and he was stroking his very hard dick.
“You’re sexy as fuck. You’re fantastic in bed.
For seven hours, each new position I put you in, I thought I’d finally picked a favorite.
Then we’d switch it up and I had a new favorite.
Though still hovering at the top is when you were riding me, but that’s only because I had your tits in my face, and when I play with your nipples your pussy drenches my dick.
” He started stroking harder. “I love having a view of your ass when you’re taking me from behind, but you come the hardest when you’re on your back.
And like I said, when you come your pussy explodes.
You’re tight as fuck normally. And wet, so fucking wet it leaks out and I feel it dripping down my thighs.
But when I’m fucking you from behind, I can see it dripping down yours.
I can watch myself fuck you, I can see my dick wet with you.
“Come here, Rainy. Hands and knees on the bed next to me. I’m gonna come and you’re gonna swallow it for me.”
I dropped my undies and did as I was told.
“This is how sexy you are.” He paused on a downward stroke and squeezed the base of his dick.
“This is how much you turn me on. You wrung six outta me and still just thinking about my dick inside you gets me hard. My dick’s throbbing.
” It was, I could see it. “And now that I got your tits swaying in my face I don’t know if I wanna blow in your mouth or paint your nipples with my come.
” He started stroking again. “Your choice, baby, but make it quick. I’m gonna blow for you. ”
For me.
Jase was gonna blow for me.
I made my choice and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and started bobbing in time with his strokes.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Finish me off.”
He moved his hand and I took over until I had a mouthful of come to swallow. I slowed to gentle glides until I felt him relax. Only then did I pull my mouth off his dick. Once it was resting on his thigh, I kissed his shaft, then his stomach, and moved off the bed.
I went back to my undies and pulled them on while I was facing him. I picked up my bra, uncaring if he saw the roll of skin at my belly when I bent down. I put it on and didn’t think about whether or not my bra pinched and he could see back fat.
“I’m stealing one of your shirts,” I told him.
“Have at it.”
I walked to his dresser and I did it not wondering if he could see the dimples in my thighs.
“You should know,” I started. “That was so hot, in the future I might fake body issues just so I can watch you jerk off.”
“You can watch me jerk off while I’m thinking about fucking you any time you want. Though next time I want you sitting on my face, so I taste your excitement while you watch.”
“Anything you want.”
I walked out of the room, leaving Jase in a pile of messy blankets.
Blankets we mussed up during our sexathon.
Therefore, I was smiling when I walked down the stairs.
A seven-hour fuck fest was one hell of a way to break an eleven-year dry spell.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Jase’s arms around me tightened. I was in his lap, his back wedged in the curve of his sectional, and he’d just finished telling me what his friend Dylan had found about Zoe’s accident.
“Yeah, baby, Dylan’s thorough. He got his hands on all the police reports, the one from the insurance company, the maintenance records.
There was a three-million-dollar policy.
The insurance company had all the fluids checked, break lines, they looked for every way possible not to pay out. Especially a policy that high.”
I buried my face in his neck. “So I was just being stupid.”
“No, Rainy, you were grieving. You lost your best friend. And a week before her death she found out her husband was cheating. I get why your mind went there. Especially when the guy’s a total creep.”
Julian was a total creep and an asshole.
Jase gave me a few minutes to sit with that before he asked, “He hasn’t sent any more flowers, right?”
“No.”
“And you still have him blocked on your phone.”
“Yeah.”
“Has he tried calling from a different number?”
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t answer calls from numbers I don’t have programmed in. So, maybe, but if he is, he’s not leaving voicemails.”
Jase went quiet again, but this was a different kind of quiet. Not the calm, tranquil kind he gave me when he knew I needed to think about something or process it. This was unsettled.
“Now that I’m no longer in Florida and he can’t just ‘run into me’ anymore, he’ll get bored sending flowers.”
“Or you’ve cut off access to his obsession and he’s stewing,” Jase rumbled.
“Jase—”
He gave me a squeeze. “I want you careful and alert always. Not just because of him, it’s just a smart thing to do.”
“I always am, but Jase—”
Another squeeze. “I don’t want to freak you out or for you to be scared while you’re running errands or picking up kids.
But people do crazy shit, Rainy. Crazy shit for seems like no reason.
Trust me when I tell you, this guy is unstable.
He’s entitled. He’s the kind of asshole who has no problem hitting on his wife’s best friend while she’s in the room.
And he does it because he can. He lied and hid things from his wife and the longer he got away with it the more it emboldened him. ”
“What else did you find out about him?”
“A lot and none of it was good.”
“Like—”