Page 11 of Easy On Me

Her hand flitted over my hip and ventured between us, circling her clit. Her wrist brushed the hair above my dick. “Why don’t you just do what you need to then you’ll be less stressed and last longer the second time?”

“You sure?” I was fucking in love with her already. Yeah, that was my dick talking, but the rest of me didn’t mind.

“Come on, flyboy.” She wrapped her legs around my thighs, pumping against me. Her fingers moved faster between us. She gave my nipple a teasing pinch, my spine tingled, and the racing orgasm – like a jet flung off a carrier – wrung a shout from my throat as I lunged deep.

She kept on touching herself, and her pussy clamped down on me, a muffled grunt torn from her lips.

With a hand planted on the bed, I stared down at her, those gorgeous hazel eyes glowing at me, all alive with gold and green. My heart thudded against my chest wall, trying to get out, and that slow, wicked smile curved her lips.

I wanted to kiss her and I couldn’t, so I dipped my head, rubbing my cheek against hers, along her neck, breathing a quiet exhale over her shoulder. My lungs stuttered with my heart, belly clenching, and my breath hitched.

Hot damn.

Chapter Three

Tyler

Something smelled funny.

My nose twitched. Eyes squeezed closed, I nudged the edges of being awake. My brain thought the room should be brighter, and that smell was warm cologne and sex and . . .

And old people?

My face pinched into a frown before I blinked and opened my eyes. Sunlight peeked around heavy blackout curtains in a dated pink. My cheek rested on gray sheets that matched the soft comforter tucked around me. The sheets smelled like faded cologne.

The sheets smelled like Jase. Between my thighs, I was pleasantly achy.

“Hey.” At his rich voice, I pushed the comforter away from my face and brushed my hair back. Clad in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, he lounged in the doorway, one hip cocked, hands resting on the upper trim. “Pancakes or bacon and eggs?”

“Why not both?” I sat up, sheet pooling at my waist, and his lazy perusal ran over my bare torso then up to my eyes. My stomach growled. I’d had an active night, starting on the dancefloor and ending in his bed.

He grinned and smacked his palms against the doorframe. “I got you. Coffee’s ready when you are.”

With a wink, he loped back down the hall. I stretched, pushed the covers aside and headed for the bathroom. The sunshine yellow tile and I had become well-acquainted the night before because not peeing after sex meant risking an UTI and once was enough, thank you.

After I flushed and washed my hands, I smoothed my hair then stole some of his toothpaste and finger-brushed to freshen up. In the bedroom, I pulled on my panties and slipped into his discarded shirt, the plaid cotton soft despite a hint of starch. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but one thing was for sure – it was too early for real clothes.

Plus, I liked how his shirt held a deeper, nuanced scent of him.

Standing at the stove, he glanced around when I sauntered into the kitchen. His eyes glinted with a flair of mingled humor and lust. “You’re kidding me.”

I shrugged.

He ran a long look over me before that slow grin quirked at his mouth. “Looks good on you.”

His reaction was gratifying because Colt had not been impressed when I donned his shirt.

Jase had been impressed with me all night long.

Crossing to the coffee maker, I pulled a mug from the wooden mug tree. Running my thumb over the raised ring of green flowers around the white cup, I studied him from beneath my lashes. Those forearms flexed as he whisked eggs, and for a split second, I considered wrapping myself around him and making him forget breakfast.

Oh, right. We’d used all three condoms.

And I was starving.

I filled the mug with rich brew and inhaled before sipping. He moved with such efficiency, a little frown of concentration tugging his brows together. I liked looking at him.

Folding one foot over the other, I leaned on the counter, mug cradled in both hands, warm against my palms. Someone liked yellow – the walls here were a bright blend between sunshine and mustard, with honey oak cabinets and white Formica countertops. And red . . . well, burgundy, really, accents of it in the canisters and a chunky candle holder. Some fake ivy sprouted from a copper bowl atop the cabinets.