Hot for the Jerk, page 25
When she finally sunk back down to the bed with a sweet sigh, I wiped my hand over my mouth and surged up over her. “I don’t have a condom,” I said, staring down into her glassy gaze. “I’m okay just doing that all night.”
The serenest of smiles slid languidly across her pretty mouth. “I have one in the pocket of my pajama shorts.”
My brows shot up.
She was too sated to care or be embarrassed, and merely shrugged. “Better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it.”
“Good thing you have it and need it,” I said, lunging over to the side of the bed to where I’d tossed her shorts, and retrieved the condom. I sat back on my heels and was about to pull down my pants, but I stopped and met her eyes. “You’re sure about this?”
Biting her lip, she sat up, reached for the elastic of my pants and pulled it down until my cock sprang out and slapped against my lower stomach. Her eyes went wide. “I am very sure.”
Snorting, I tore open the wrapper. Without even blinking, she watched me roll on the condom. “You can stop this at any time,” I said, covering her again and encouraging her to recline back, but her hand on my chest stopped me.
“Can I just, like, see you in all your totally naked glory for a sec? Josiah was such an old, wrinkly fucker. And you’re …” she sighed, “you’re so not him at all.”
Smirking, and a little self-conscious all of a sudden, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and ditched my pajama pants altogether, so that I was now there totally in the buff. Which, fair enough, she was also totally naked—and gorgeous, I might add.
“Turn around,” she said, twirling her finger in the air.
Rolling my eyes, I spun around, giving my ass a little clench as I did.
She moaned. “That’s a nice ass you’ve got there, McEvoy.”
“Yours isn’t too bad either, Elsa.” I bobbed my eyebrows up and down. “I’ve admired your ass for a long time now.”
“Let’s focus on planting your flag in one hole tonight and we can discuss others at a later date, hmm?”
My brows nearly left my forehead. “That’s not what I meant. I swear.”
Raina’s tinkling laugh was like music as she climbed onto her knees and reached for me. “I know. I’m comfortable with you. Comfortable enough to joke.”
But rather than move down onto the bed with her, I hauled her up to stand with me. Both of us naked, vulnerable. She stared up into my eyes, blinking.
“You deserve the world,” I said, reaching up and softly brushing the side of my finger against her bruised cheek. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you don’t.”
Her nostrils flared, her chest rose and fell rapidly. Then our bodies crashed together like two powerful magnets. Looping my arms under hers, and cradling her back, I took her mouth, devoured her moans and whimpers as she held on tight around my neck, breathing deeply through her nose. We kissed like that for a few moments, then parted, utterly breathless.
“Wow,” she panted.
Nodding, I turned her around, and slowly helped her recline onto her back again, crawling up her body until I hovered over her. “I’m glad you’re comfortable with me. But this isn’t a joke. Not to me.”
She nodded and blinked a few times. “Me either.”
“You’re sure?” I asked again.
“Very sure.”
Reaching between us, I positioned the crown of my cock at her center, but I didn’t move forward at all. First, I grabbed her wrists from where they rested on my shoulders and bound them together, holding them both in one of my hands and lifting them over her head. I held my body over hers with the other arm as I slowly, gently slid inside.
As expected, she was a tight fit.
We both moaned as I took my time filling her up. Our sighs were echoes of each other when I bottomed out, and our gazes locked.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” she moaned. “I hate how good your cock feels inside me.”
It was impossible not to smile at a compliment like that.
“You’re okay though?”
She opened her eyes and hit me with those little lines between her brows when she glared. “Please stop asking me that. I’m more than okay. I’m amazing. I’m safe. I’m enjoying sex for the first time in my life. Don’t ruin it by overthinking it. You’re not going to hurt me, Jagger. I want this.” She lifted up and snagged my bottom lip with her teeth. “I want you,” she said after releasing me. “Now move … please.”
Nodding, I did as I was told and began to rock my hips back and forth. There was no rushing this. I jerked off this morning to thoughts of Raina, and I had a condom on. I wasn’t going to blow like a teenage boy with his dick in a stiff wind. I wanted to make this as pleasurable and special for her as I could.
I’d deflowered two women in my life, and I took neither of those instances for granted. I knew the honor and responsibility behind being someone’s first, and even though I wasn’t Raina’s first, I still wanted this to be special and enjoyable for her.
I drove home, seating myself inside of her fully—her hot, tight pussy squeezing my dick. I tilted my hips a little and she let out a catlike mewl.
“Fuck,” she muttered. “Do that again.”
Smiling and burying my face in her neck, I didn’t slide out at all, but just tipped my hips again so my pelvic bone rocked against her clit.
“Oooooh … god yes.”
She wrapped her legs around mine, bracketing me in as she writhed and wriggled beneath me. With every one of my plunges, her hips left the mattress to meet me, taking me to the hilt sooner, and begging for more friction against her clit. Her thighs trembled against mine and little muscle twitches in her arms and torso told me she was close.
“Can you come like this?” I asked her, surging forward again, and swiping my tongue across her collarbone, the slight tang of sweat making me lightheaded with need.
“Yes,” she murmured. “God, yes.”
I couldn’t keep the grin from my face even if I tried as I pulled back one more time, twirled my hips in a circle, then dropped down hard, filling her up completely.
She exploded around me, locking me in a vice grip with her thighs squeezing mine, calves holding my legs in place as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body with remarkable force. Her head thrashed on the pillow, messing up her messy bun even more. I released my grip on her wrists and tore the elastic out of her messy bun, snapping it in the process.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I pushed my nose against her temple, inhaled deep, and came hard.
Pleasure spread out from my lower belly, and my balls tightened up against my taint as my cock throbbed inside of her, reveling in the squeeze of her pussy. Her heat surrounded me, holding me captive.
It was Stockholm Syndrome. I sympathized with my captor. I never wanted to leave the tight, hot embrace of Raina’s body. Not for anything.
Her orgasm ended before mine, and she sighed as her body went lax, muscles melting into the mattress beneath me. Her fingers traced the length of my back from my shoulder blades to my ass cheeks as I basked in the aftershocks of my release.
I took a few breaths to gather my wits before lifting my head to check in on her.
“Don’t ask me if I’m okay,” she said, a twinkle of warning in her eyes. “I’m more than fine. I’m wonderful. I don’t regret anything. I’m glad it happened. I’m glad it was you. Okay?”
All I did was nod before rolling off her and removing the condom. I quickly tugged my pajama pants back on, then slipped out to the bathroom to go dispose of the condom and wash my face, dick, and hands.
Raina was already dressed again and waiting her turn when I came out. Neither of us said anything, but we exchanged smirks as she slipped past me into the bathroom.
I grabbed us both a glass of water, then returned to my bed.
What if she didn’t come back to the guest room? Was I assuming too much to think she’d return and not just go back to her own bed?
Stop overthinking it, McEvoy.
It was hard not to though. Our entire relationship, from the first message on the dating app to now, I caught myself overthinking and overanalyzing things with Raina. I never really knew where I stood with her.
Luckily, she saved me from my crippling self-doubt, and opened the door, closed it again, and locked it before sliding under the covers with me. She snuggled right in, her head on my shoulder, hand on my chest. She felt good in my arms. Really fucking good.
“That was everything I ever hoped it would be,” she said, her voice already sleepy. “Thank you.”
I kissed the top of her head. “Happy to help.”
Her snort eased the tension in my chest. “I’m sure you were.”
“Sleep, Raina,” I said, reaching over and shutting off the lamp, pitching us into darkness. “There are no monsters here.”
“Besides the one in your pants,” she said right before she yawned and snuggled into me deeper.
I chuckled. “I felt like a piece of meat, you know? You making me twirl for you like that.”
“You loved it.”
“That’s besides the point.”
She yawned again. “Keep telling yourself that, McEvoy.” I hadn’t even come up with a good comeback and she was already out. Her breathing deep and even, and the sweetest little snore rumbling through her nose.
And I didn’t even have to sing “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.”
As much as I would have loved to wake up next to Raina, with her in my arms, we weren’t the only people in this house to think about. Sure, Marco didn’t dislike me anymore, but I doubt he’d be okay finding his mother in my bed in the morning. Or, god forbid, later tonight if he woke up needing her.
Once I knew Raina was in a deep enough sleep, I carefully scooped her up and carried her back to her own bed. It was tough to leave her though. It was tough not to slide under the covers and cradle her body against mine, falling asleep with my nose in her hair, her peach of an ass tucked up tight against my dick.
But I did. I pulled the covers up over her, kissed her forehead and left her there. I returned to my bed alone, but with very filthy thoughts, and wonderful recent memories crashing through my mind until I finally fell asleep, ready to face Soloman tomorrow and let him know just what kind of a fate he faced if he ever stepped foot on San Camanez Island again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Raina
“Aunt Gabrielle is going to take you to school this morning,” I said to Marco over breakfast.
“What? Why?” He glanced up at me, the spoon for his cereal paused midair and dripping milk. “Why can’t I take the bus with everyone else?”
I met him with a tired look. “Humor me, please? I just want to know you’re at the school until we can confirm Soloman is off the island. It will make me feel better. Plus, she’s going there anyway. She has a meeting with Laurel’s teacher right before the bell. So she’s driving your cousins too.”
My son sighed, but nodded. “I guess that’s fine. Can I take the bus home though?”
“Probably. If you don’t see me when the bell rings, then yes. But if I’m there, that means Soloman still hasn’t left the island and I want to take you home myself. Deal?”
Marco nodded some more, then shoveled the Rice Krispies into his mouth. “Jagger still sleeping?”
“He must be,” I said, glancing at the closed door to the guest room. I vaguely remember being carried and tucked into my own bed last night, and couldn’t ignore the disappointment that gripped my chest when I woke up alone. It was for the best though. We would have so much explaining to do if Marco found Jagger in my bed, or me in Jagger’s bed. And while my son knew Jagger and I were interested in dating, we were a ways off explaining to him why we shared a bed.
Hell, I didn’t even know what we were. Were we dating? We hadn’t even been on a date yet, but he ate me out twice. We had sex once, and all I wanted to do was climb the man like a tree and demand an encore until my legs were jelly.
I brought my yogurt and granola over to the table, along with my coffee, and sat across from Marco. As I took my seat, a subtle ache between my legs sent a rush of unbelievable memories spinning through my mind like a movie reel. How did a man of that size have such mobile, flexible hips? The way he rocked them against me, swirled them, drove into me with so much power …
My cheeks grew warm, and I discreetly pressed my finger to wrist. My pulse raced.
Marco finished his breakfast, put his dishes in the dishwasher, then went to his room to grab his backpack.
“Don’t forget to wash your face, brush your teeth, and comb your hair,” I called after him, sipping my coffee and deliberately shifting a little on my seat to experience that slight ache between my legs again.
“I know,” he called back, just a tendril of annoyance in his tone, like how dare I remind him of such mundane, routine tasks. Deep down, I knew he appreciated the reminder though. He was a good kid, but at nine years old, basic hygiene wasn’t among his top priorities. Even when I went and bought him a Pokémon electric toothbrush and toothpaste.
A cursory knock at the door that connected upstairs to the suite was all I got before Gabrielle came around the corner, looking as posh and put-together as always. Even in a ball gown, I’d feel frumpy next to my cousin in her charcoal pantsuit with the crisp sky-blue dress shirt and perfectly curled hair. “What’s the gossip?” I asked her, sipping my coffee.
Her head cocked to the side, and she narrowed her amber gaze, highlighting the plum and subtle-pink shades of her eye shadow. “You look different.”
Marco dashed across the hall from his bedroom to the bathroom and shut the bathroom door.
“Why do you look diff—” She gasped. “You had sex.” Thank god that second sentence was whisper-yelled. She glanced at the bathroom door, then at the closed guest room door. “Did you and Jagger? Where is he?”
“Still sleeping, I assume? I haven’t seen him this morning.” My cheeks were on fire, but it was impossible not to grin like a well-fucked woman still riding the waves of her late-night dopamine high.
My cousin slid onto the chair beside me, studying me like some bug under a microscope. “You okay?”
“Yeah …”
She reached for my hand. “Seriously? You’re okay?”
I tugged my hand away from her and rolled my eyes. “I’m fine, Mom.” Her huff of impatience, and maybe even hurt, was a sign I needed to be nicer. I faced her. “I’m okay, Gabs. Seriously. It was …” My eyes drifted to the guest bedroom door. “It was amazing. He’s … he’s really good at it.”
She snorted. “Of course he is.”
“It was like he exorcised the last bits of Josiah’s hold on me. That was what my first time was supposed to be like. Not … not how it was on my wedding night to a man I didn’t love, let alone like.”
Gabrielle nodded and reached for my hand, her eyes twinkling. “I’m really happy for you. That is exactly how you’re supposed to feel after your first time. No regrets. Just … happy.”
“Am I supposed to want to do it again and again and again? Am I turning into a sex addict?”
She snorted just as the bathroom door opened. Marco smiled at his aunt. “One sec.”
“No rush,” Gabrielle said, turning back to me. “You’re not a sex addict,” she said, bringing her voice down. “It’s totally normal to want to do it again—especially if it was good. You’re just basically trying to make up for lost time. Masturbation is great, but there’s really no substitute for a tongue, or the weight of a man on—ready to go?” she asked, sitting up straighter and changing the subject as Marco joined us in the kitchen. He retrieved his lunch kit from the fridge and stashed it in his backpack.
“Yep,” he said. “Just need to get my coat and boots.”
“I think they’re still hanging up over the woodstove,” Gabrielle said, rising from her seat, but not before giving me a cheeky look. “I’m sure the bearded snack of a bear in the other room would love nothing more than a sexy wake up.” She waggled her eyebrows, then turned to go collect my son.
I followed them out to the carport, where Damon and Laurel were already climbing into Gabrielle’s SUV. Marco joined them with his coat, boots, and backpack.
Gabrielle said something to him, so he stashed all his stuff in the backseat with Laurel, then came up to me. His hug caught me off guard. “Bye, Mom. I love you.”
I squeezed my baby boy as tight as I could and shoved down the growing tightness in my throat. “I love you too, kiddo. Have a great day at school.”
Gabrielle shot me a wink, then turned on the car. I didn’t want to get exhaust in the house, so I shut the door just as they pulled away. My eyes immediately fell to the closed guest bedroom door.
Last night, I had no qualms knocking on his door and asking for what I wanted. Why was I so weird about doing it this morning?
Yank up those big girl panties and knock again.
Sucking in a deep breath, I made my way to the door, lifted my fist to knock, but then paused. Did I have coffee breath? Or worse? Morning breath?
I cupped my hand to my mouth and exhaled. Yep. Coffee breath. I dashed into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then rinsed with minty mouthwash for good measure. I also checked my hair in the mirror and slathered on a little lip gloss. There was a purple and red, crescent-moon-shaped bruise around my eye and cheek from where Soloman had hit me. Jagger had applied some of his bruise balm to it last night, but I wasn’t sure if it did anything. Maybe it did, and I’d be a hell of a lot worse without it. I had no idea.
“Ugh! What am I doing?” I asked myself, staring at my tired eyes and the shadows beneath them.
“Yes, what are you doing, Rosebush?”
I screamed at Jagger’s voice, throwing the lip gloss up into the air and causing it to land in the sink. “Don’t creep up on a person like that,” I chastised, my heart racing. “Especially not after last night.”
His lips twitched with the threat of a smile. “Noted. I’m sorry.”
