Page 63 of A Song for You

“Yeah, he texted earlier. Wanted to grab breakfast since we never see each other anymore. Since we already had plans, I figured I’d invite him along. I can’t believe you two have never met.”

I manage to squeak out a “yeah, me neither” as Jay’s tongue flattens against me.

“So you’ll call the restaurant?” Carter asks again.

“Uh-huh,” I assent, a desperate pant almost escaping.

“Okay, see you there,” he says, finally ending the call.

I click off the phone and toss it. “Oh my God. You are such an ass,” I shout, but as I get to the last word, he presses his fingers upward, making my legs quake. “Oh fuck,” I mutter, knowing I’ve lost complete control over my body.

“Say my name, baby. Come for me and say my fucking name.”

My body explodes at his command, and I pulse around his fingers. “Fuck, Jay, yes.” I ramble through a litany of moans.

He sucks so hard, refusing to let up, that I swear I could pass out. When I’ve come back to earth, I finally take him in. His eyes are shut, and he’s still licking. He’s enjoying this. Eating me out is as much for him as it is for me.

The way he looks right now—the desire etched into every line of his face; the way his eyes are shut like he’s savoring the way I taste—makes me crazy with lust. It makes me want to pleasure him the same way. To know whether I’ll feel the same pleasure just watching him get off.

“I need you,” I plead, dropping my arms to his shoulders and trying to pull him up.

He shakes his head as he continues his torturous licks. “I need one more,” he says, thrusting his fingers back inside me.

And really, who am I to deny the man?

Thirty-Five

Jay

Falling for You by Colbie Caillat

Cat is adorable when she squirms. Normally, she’s so put together. She’s snarky, beautiful, and in control almost all the time.

But not today.

And watching her squirm is almost as satisfying as witnessing those rare glimpses of her vulnerability. Every hint of it makes me fall a little more. Makes me want to fix things for her, to be better for her, to just be there for her.

Feelings I’ve never experienced before.

But when she’s uncomfortable like she is now, when I know she’s okay, that nothing will hurt her, it’s fun to poke at her. To watch her come undone just a little. To see beneath her finely tuned mask.

And Catherine Bouvier is currently coming undone.

“Hi, guys,” she says as she settles into the booth, taking the only seat left, right next to me. I got here before her, leaving while she was still showering, so I could meet up with Carter first. “You’re never here on time,” she says to her older brother, ignoring me still.

I smirk at the way her brothers study her. They all see what I see. Her posture—how she’s perched on the edge of the booth as far from me as possible, her back ramrod straight. Her blatant disregard for my presence. I take a sip of my coffee to hide my amusement.

“Uh, Cat, aren’t you going to say hello to Jay?” Carter asks, his eyes darting from her to me. “Jay, this is my sister, Cat. And we weren’t on time; you’re just exceptionally late,” he says, scrutinizing her.

Cash and Frank are watching her too. With every set of eyes on her, she turns to face me, her cheeks going pink and then crimson. “Oh, h-hi,” she stutters, thrusting her hand toward me awkwardly.

Seeing her like this leaves me licking my lips. I put my coffee cup down and take her hand in mine, squeezing it when she tries to pull away. “Pleasure’s all mine,” I say with a wink.

Carter scoffs, “You don’t have to work your charm on her, Jay.”

Cat pulls her hand back and picks up her menu, failing at affecting the nonchalant tone she’s going for. “How was everyone’s weekend?”

Cash replies first. “Good. We won our game. Pretty sure we’ll be going to state.”