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Authors: Joanna Blake
bike, brushing the hair off my face.
“Are you mad?”
I shrugged. What could I say? It’s not like we were together. Even if it felt like we were.
“I’m sorry about that. She’s a little crazy.”
He stared at me, his green eyes serious. I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t his fault that she’d thrown herself at him. But I didn’t have to like it either.
“Listen. I’m here with you.”
I sighed and nodded.
“Take me home please.”
Chapter Nine
Jace
I parked my bike in front of Frannie’s place and followed her to the front door. Damn if she didn’t look good on my bike. My heart had turned over when I saw her there waiting for me before the race.
She’d been smiling at me, excited.
Fucking Shannon had to come along and fuck things up.
Frannie should have been mad at me. Instead she just looked tired. Smaller somehow.
Defeated.
Her eyes were impersonal as she looked up at me. I wasted to kiss her until she was happy again. Smiling.
And as turned on as I was.
Yes, even now my little soldier was ready to march.
“Can I come up?”
She stared at me, looking unsure.
“I’m kind of tired.”
“I just don’t want to end the night like this.”
I waited, doing my best impersonation of a puppy dog.
She laughed finally and nodded.
My hands were practically itching by the time I was sitting on her couch. I wanted to touch her that badly. Fuck, I wanted to do a lot more than that!
Easy boy.
She handed me a glass of water and I drank it slowly, watching her over the rim. She was looking around the room, at her lap, the ceiling. Anywhere but at me.
I wasn’t going to try and explain what a skank Shannon was. Or how I didn’t like girls like that. I wasn’t going to say a word.
I was going to show her.
I put the glass down and reached for her. She melted into me as I yanked her against my chest. The feel of her breasts against me was enough to send me from zero to sixty in five seconds flat.
“Hmmmfff….”
I inhaled her lips and tongue. I felt like I couldn’t get close enough, fast enough. She kissed me back so sweetly. Her hands were holding onto my shoulders for dear life.
I knew the fucking feeling.
“Lay back.”
I didn’t wait for her to obey. I took matters into my own hands. It was time to get horizontal.
Right now.
Yesterfuckingday.
I pulled her legs down and climbed on top of her, grinding into her softness. My hands found her tits and this time I wasted no time getting her shirt and bra out of the way. I feasted on her, my hands holding her tits in the best position for my mouth.
She whimpered and I smiled. It was the sexiest fucking sound I’d heard in my life.
And before tonight, she’d never made that sound.
Before tonight, no one had ever seen what I was seeing. Tasted what I was tasting. Touched her the way that I was…
It was fucking indescribable.
My dick lurched, feeling like it was going to poke a hole through her couch. Hell, it felt like it could break a hole in the God damn floor. I lifted my head, staring up at her.
“Bed. Now.”
She nodded breathlessly and I stood, lifting her up and carrying her down the hallway. I kicked open her bedroom door and lowered her to the soft quilt that covered it. Then I stared down at her, breathing heavily.
“Take that off.”
Her chest rose and fell with each breath as she did as I asked.
“Jeans too.”
Her mouth opened in surprise but she reached for her jeans without hesitation. Good girl. My mouth literally started salivating at the sight of those white cotton panties. I could see her plump little lips through the thin fabric.
I growled, pulling my shirt off.
Then I climbed aboard.
Dear God, did I ever.
Her body beneath me felt like the most luxurious, silkiest, most enticing thing in the world. I was fighting for control as I let my hands and lips explore her. Slowly, very slowly, I reached between her legs.
The soft skin of her thighs brushed the back of my hand as my fingers slid
“Are you mad?”
I shrugged. What could I say? It’s not like we were together. Even if it felt like we were.
“I’m sorry about that. She’s a little crazy.”
He stared at me, his green eyes serious. I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t his fault that she’d thrown herself at him. But I didn’t have to like it either.
“Listen. I’m here with you.”
I sighed and nodded.
“Take me home please.”
Chapter Nine
Jace
I parked my bike in front of Frannie’s place and followed her to the front door. Damn if she didn’t look good on my bike. My heart had turned over when I saw her there waiting for me before the race.
She’d been smiling at me, excited.
Fucking Shannon had to come along and fuck things up.
Frannie should have been mad at me. Instead she just looked tired. Smaller somehow.
Defeated.
Her eyes were impersonal as she looked up at me. I wasted to kiss her until she was happy again. Smiling.
And as turned on as I was.
Yes, even now my little soldier was ready to march.
“Can I come up?”
She stared at me, looking unsure.
“I’m kind of tired.”
“I just don’t want to end the night like this.”
I waited, doing my best impersonation of a puppy dog.
She laughed finally and nodded.
My hands were practically itching by the time I was sitting on her couch. I wanted to touch her that badly. Fuck, I wanted to do a lot more than that!
Easy boy.
She handed me a glass of water and I drank it slowly, watching her over the rim. She was looking around the room, at her lap, the ceiling. Anywhere but at me.
I wasn’t going to try and explain what a skank Shannon was. Or how I didn’t like girls like that. I wasn’t going to say a word.
I was going to show her.
I put the glass down and reached for her. She melted into me as I yanked her against my chest. The feel of her breasts against me was enough to send me from zero to sixty in five seconds flat.
“Hmmmfff….”
I inhaled her lips and tongue. I felt like I couldn’t get close enough, fast enough. She kissed me back so sweetly. Her hands were holding onto my shoulders for dear life.
I knew the fucking feeling.
“Lay back.”
I didn’t wait for her to obey. I took matters into my own hands. It was time to get horizontal.
Right now.
Yesterfuckingday.
I pulled her legs down and climbed on top of her, grinding into her softness. My hands found her tits and this time I wasted no time getting her shirt and bra out of the way. I feasted on her, my hands holding her tits in the best position for my mouth.
She whimpered and I smiled. It was the sexiest fucking sound I’d heard in my life.
And before tonight, she’d never made that sound.
Before tonight, no one had ever seen what I was seeing. Tasted what I was tasting. Touched her the way that I was…
It was fucking indescribable.
My dick lurched, feeling like it was going to poke a hole through her couch. Hell, it felt like it could break a hole in the God damn floor. I lifted my head, staring up at her.
“Bed. Now.”
She nodded breathlessly and I stood, lifting her up and carrying her down the hallway. I kicked open her bedroom door and lowered her to the soft quilt that covered it. Then I stared down at her, breathing heavily.
“Take that off.”
Her chest rose and fell with each breath as she did as I asked.
“Jeans too.”
Her mouth opened in surprise but she reached for her jeans without hesitation. Good girl. My mouth literally started salivating at the sight of those white cotton panties. I could see her plump little lips through the thin fabric.
I growled, pulling my shirt off.
Then I climbed aboard.
Dear God, did I ever.
Her body beneath me felt like the most luxurious, silkiest, most enticing thing in the world. I was fighting for control as I let my hands and lips explore her. Slowly, very slowly, I reached between her legs.
The soft skin of her thighs brushed the back of my hand as my fingers slid