Chapter Six
Jana
I stand there unsure what to do next. Tying my robe tightly, I bend down and pick up my bra and panties. Noticing his clothes are still on the floor, I grab and fold them, placing it all on the stool. Taking a breath, I go into my room to get dressed.
As I get dressed I can’t help but think about how hot that all just was. He’s demanding, cold and angry, but holy shit it turns me on. Maybe this is a mistake, maybe I’ll look back and regret everything, but right here, right now, I want this. I’ve never felt more alive.
Going out into the kitchen, I notice his clothes are gone.
Well, I guess he left. I shrug my shoulders and clean up the mess from breakfast. Just as I’m about to finally sit down the doorbell rings.
I answer it and it’s a guy with bags of groceries in his teenaged hands.
I’m shocked at the amount of bags he brings into the house as I grab my Gucci knock off wallet to pay him.
“That’s everything ma’am,” he says with a toothy smile.
“Thank you. How much do I owe you?” I ask, shuffling through a few bills.
“It’s already paid for.”
I pull a twenty out of my wallet and go to hand it to him. “Alright, well here’s a tip.”
He shakes his head smiling. “That’s been taken care of too. Have a great day,” he says, walking out the door.
Shawn paid for all of this food and gave the guy a tip.
I know he said he’s not a thoughtful guy, but I disagree.
First breakfast, now this. Seems pretty thoughtful to me.
But, I need to tamper down these overactive thoughts of him being anything more than he says.
I don’t need to involve my feelings. No, those need to stay the hell put.
It takes a while to get everything put away and I’m surprised at the expensive things he bought, filet mignon, lobster tails, and even organic juice.
Is he the healthy type? Well, with a body like his he must be.
Lettuce and organic juice is probably all he eats to maintain his physique.
I can’t afford to buy anything healthy and still have money left over.
It gets me wondering what exactly he does for a living.
**
Getting ready to go out with Zoey gets me excited.
I haven’t been out in a long time since I’m always working, so I’m looking forward to a girl’s night.
Putting the rest of my makeup on, I glare at myself in the mirror.
Taking a deep breath, I give myself a pep talk.
I’m going to have fun. This will be fun.
And, I look damn good. Hell, I look like I only eat lettuce and organic juice in this tight lavender dress.
Going out into the kitchen, I grab a water and sit down on the stool.
Shawn’s been gone all day and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to know where he went.
I tried not to think about it, but my head has played out a million scenarios.
Everything from he picked up and left, to he’s fulfilling some fantasies with someone else, to he’s married and guilt drove him home to her.
A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts and I jump up. Opening it, Zoey stands there looking fucking amazing as usual. Her short black hair, tiny height and tattoos, are uniquely her.
“You look great Zo. Want to come in for a minute before we go?” I ask, opening the door wider for her.
“Hell yes, I want to check out this stepbrother of yours,” she says with a flip to her hair.
Laughing, I close the door and follow her into the kitchen. “Sorry to disappoint you, but he’s not here.”
She hops up on a stool, crossing her legs, and shrugs. “It’s cool, I’m in no rush.”
“He’s been gone all day, we aren’t waiting around for him.” Opening the cabinet, I pull out a bottle of Vodka. “Want to pregame?” I pour her a glass.
Grabbing it from me, she takes a sip before smiling at me. “You like him,” she says with a laugh.
“No, I don’t. He may be nice to look at, but that’s it. He’s cocky, nasty and cold. Definitely not the kind of guy I would ever go for,” I say, lifting my shoulders.
“Is that right?” Shawn asks.
My eyes widen and both Zoey and I turn our heads. He looks pissed. His arms are crossed, legs separated a bit and if looks could kill, I’d for sure be dead.
“Hey, you must be Shawn. I’ve heard great things about you,” Zoey says with a smile. “I’m Zoey, Jana’s best friend and roommate.”
He never pulls his cold eyes away from me, even as he speaks to her. “Nice to meet you Zoey. I’m the cocky, nasty, cold, bastard of a stepbrother.”
Ouch. I didn’t really mean those things, I just didn’t want to get into it with her. “Shawn, I’m kidding come on. You must have a sense of humor,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
“I find little humor in most things,” he replies.
“So, umm, Jana we should probably get going,” Zoey suggests, awkwardly.
We both stand up and grab our stuff. “I’ll see ya,” I say, going to walk past Shawn.
Zoey moves past him first and as I go to follow he grabs my arm. “Where are you going?”
“You’re kidding right? You said this was just about fantasies. Hanging out with my friend has nothing to do with what you want from me,” I say as I try to pull my arm away. He turns his hardened look toward me and for a moment I feel bad. “We’re going to the bar, happy?” I say, rolling my eyes.
Leaning down closer to my ear, he tightens his hold on my arm. “Don’t forget that pussy is mine, no one else is to touch it,” he growls.
I suck in a breath, caught off guard. “You said no fucking, nothing about touching,” I whisper.
“Don’t test me, Jana, you won’t like it. No fucking and only touching when I’m there to see it,” he angrily explains.
Yanking my arm away, I straighten myself. “Playing a game is one thing, being a controlling asshole is another,” I hiss and walk out of the kitchen.
Who the fuck does he think he is talking to me like that? I said I’d play this game, but I’m not sure I can handle how intense he is.
“Ready?” Zoey asks.
“Hell yes, let’s get the hell out of here.”
Zoey and I have been laughing, dancing, and drinking for a few hours now.
We’ve been hit on more times than I can count, while shaking our asses on the overcrowded, wooden dance floor, but it makes me feel good.
It’s taken quite a few shots and a bunch of drinks, but I’m finally feeling great.
The bright lights and loud music are only part of what have my body humming.
Shawn’s got all the important parts of me on high alert, threatening to fall for his charm.
Sitting down at a small, pleather booth to cool off, Zoey sips her pink drink. “Jana, you were right about Shawn. Hot as fuck, but scary as hell. Is he always that intense?”
I think of the few times he displayed being a caring human being and smile. “Not all the time, just most of it,” I say, tossing my head back with a laugh.
“He wants you. The way he was staring at you, was like he was going to eat you alive. It was hot as hell, got my panties wet, anyway,” she says, smiling.
“Of course he wants me, I’m fucking hot,” I say, no doubt the effects of the alcohol.
We both laugh and sit talking for a while, until she drags me back on the dance floor. It’s small and everyone is crammed together. Strange hands, arms, and asses are always hitting into you. There aren’t many local bars, so we manage to make the best of what this run down one has to offer.
“I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” Zoey shouts and dances off toward the hallway.
I continue to move to the beat and let the alcohol take over. I jump when I feel a strong arm wrap around my waist, pulling me back against him.
“I don’t do apologies, Jana, even when someone deserves it,” Shawn whispers into my hair.
I smile and turn my head to see him. “I’m sorry too,” I say.
A small grin plays at his lips as he nods his head.
He moves to the slow beat, so I follow right along.
He squeezes me closer to him and I drop my head back on his chest. Bringing his other arm around, he rests it on my breast, before he massages it.
Maybe it’s the drinking, the people around or just him, but I’m so turned on.
My nipples harden and my pussy gets wet.
“Go to the bathroom,” he quickly says before releasing his hold on me.
I spin around and he’s gone. What the fuck?
“Sorry, the line is so long,” Zoey says as she just starts dancing again.
How the hell did he see her coming? I glance at the hallway and back to Zoey. Only one way to find out. “That sucks because I need to go now. I’ll be back,” I say, rushing off.
Once to the hallway I search the crowd for Shawn, but there is no way I’ll find him. It’s packed with people shoulder to shoulder. Feeling defeated, I turn to leave and bump into someone.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“Don’t apologize so easily, sweetheart,” Shawn says.
The excitement I feel when I see him is probably not good. My heart picks up and butterflies take over my stomach. “How the hell did you find me?” I ask with a small laugh.
He smiles and pushes me against the wall behind us. “Is this public enough for you?” he asks, avoiding my question, which he’s good at because I’m now focused on that.
Glancing around at all the people, I bite my lip and look up at him. “This might be too public.”
“No such thing,” he murmurs, moving in to kiss me.
Once his tongue touches mine, it’s as if everyone else disappears.
When his hands start to roam all over my body, I let out a moan.
One of his hands disappears and I get excited waiting for it to connect with my pussy.
However, a moment later he is lifting me and slams me against the wall.
One hand digs in my ass cheeks and the other reaches under my dress, pulling my panties to the side.
He slowly pushes his big cock into me, making me shout into his mouth.
He finds a slow steady rhythm and I move my hips right along. “Shawn,” I whisper, breaking our kiss.
“Open your eyes, Jana. I want you to experience all there is about fucking in public.” He sucks on my neck, and my fingers dig into his back.
Moving a bit faster, his blue eyes search mine.
“Look at all these people that could at any second realize my cock is buried in your wet pussy. They could notice how your face is flushed with arousal, hear your soft moans. Mmm, it’s so fucking exciting, the thought of getting caught, isn’t is Jana? ” He breathes in my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper, looking around at the many people that could at any moment realize exactly what he just said. He’s right though, it’s exciting and I feel it through my entire body.
He slams into me, hard and I let out a loud moan. “Oh, good girl, don’t hold back. Let them know how fucking good this feels,” he grunts, picking up his speed.
I couldn’t hold back if I tried, I’m so close. Dropping my head onto his shoulder, I bite down to muffle my screams. “Please Shawn, harder. I’m so close,” I whisper, surprised I found the confidence to say it.
He lets out a growl and slams into me, rough and fast. “Fuck, Jana,” he groans.
Pushing his hand back under my dress he rubs my clit and that’s it, I explode, shouting my release around my teeth in his shoulder.
He slams into me a few more times before his release finds him and we hold onto one another while we recover.
After a few minutes of breathing heavily, he puts me on my feet.
Yanking off the condom, he quickly buttons his jeans.
Peeking up at him, I smile. “Wow,” I say.
He nods his head and pushes through the crowd, dropping the used condom in a trashcan as he casually walks by. Alright, welcome back asshole.