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Chapter 6
Abby
Abby’s knees trembled as she pressed against Jet’s body, and she was grateful his arms were around her. She didn’t know if her lust-weakened legs would’ve held her up on their own.
She wondered if she was in the grip of a particularly vivid fever dream. Hell, it wasn’t as if she’d never had sex dreams about Jet before. They’d been, in fact, a pretty regular staple of her REM life for years. And if this was one of those, well, hats off to her subconscious for coming up with it because it was fricking amazing.
Jet’s strong, sure hands traveled down her back and grasped her ass, lifting her off the ground and into his arms. She giggled at the sudden surprise of it all, throwing her legs around his waist and snaking her arms around his neck.
God, he made her feel as light as a feather and as treasured as a princess. She’d never felt quite so special as when she was in a room with Jet, even before this spectacular development between them, and even before he was a rock god. There was just something about him and the way he looked at her. Even when they were competing, even when they were busting each other’s balls– hell, she’d argue especially when they were competing and trash talking– it was like he looked straight into her and truly saw her, in a way that was deeper and more complete than anyone else in her life.
That connection between them was honestly the sexiest thing about him, and turned her on even more than his incredible abs, or ass, or pecs…
Although, she thought as she ran her fingers over the hard ridges of his muscles, all of that stuff is pretty damn spectacular, as well.
Jet, still carrying her seemingly effortlessly in his strong arms, kissed his way down her neck. His lips sent such shuddering pleasure through her that she tossed her head back in abject ecstasy.
“Oh, God, yes,” she breathed, her eyes squeezed shut, better to focus on all of the sensations racing through her bloodstream, filling her body and soul with the most intense and spectacular feelings she’d ever experienced– and that was what finally convinced her that there was no way this could possibly be a dream.
Because, hell, if her nighttime imagination was, in fact, capable of conjuring up something this freaking incredible, surely it would’ve been giving her this gift every single night when she closed her eyes. Why in the world wouldn’t it?
No. This was not something that her brain was capable of generating on its own. This was the kind of magic that only Jet Valentine could create.
She dropped her feet to the floor and turned to face the wall, bending forward and placing her hands against it for support. Jet moaned as he grasped her hips in his hands, positioning himself at her entrance and thrusting into her.
Damn, she had dreamed so many times of him claiming her like this, pounding into her soft, welcoming wetness. It was a million times better in reality than it had been in her fantasies.
“Oh, God, yes, fill me up!” she cried, pushing her own hips backward to meet his thrusts.
She felt a sudden need to be with him in a way that was more intimate than what they were doing right then. She wanted to feel his entire body pressed against her, to have him hold her in his arms and be free to wrap her legs around him and pull him toward her.
She glanced back at him over her shoulder. “Come on,” she urged, straightening up a little and reaching back to lay a hand on his arm. “Let’s go over there. I’ve got some blankets that a few crates were wrapped in when they arrived from an estate sale. We can lay down.”
He followed her as she led the way past a few storage shelves to the pile of blankets.
It certainly wasn’t a luxury mattress. Hell, it wasn’t even a bearskin rug in front of a fireplace. But she didn’t think that either one of them were about to be in a position to think about the accommodations at all, much less complain about them. She smiled to herself. Yeah, she had a pretty good idea that both their bodies and their minds were about to be occupied.
Abby dropped herself down on the pile of blankets and laid back, opening both her arms and her legs to him.
He knelt in between her legs and positioned himself at her opening. He paused to look into her eyes. “You’re really sure?” he asked, even though she could see it killed him not to just go ahead. It touched her heart that he had to make absolutely certain she was on board with this.
And she felt the same way, really. She didn’t want to risk losing a lifelong friend (and rival) over sex.
Even if it was shaping up to be the best damn sex of her entire life.
She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair. “I’m as sure as I’ve ever been about anything,” she said, and neither her voice nor her eyes wavered one iota.
He nodded and thrust into her.
Fuck. Having him inside her was like a melting pot of every amazing thing she’d ever experienced in her life. Riding a roller coaster. Eating mac and cheese. Drinking a fine aged merlot. All of that and more was contained in the sensation of being penetrated by Jet.
As he pounded in and out of her again and again, a fire grew in her belly that she knew could only be quenched by climaxing with Jet. She wanted them to ride that wave together, and be spilled out onto the shore at the same time, breathless and panting and holding each other.
He pulled back and looked at her face, studying every inch. “How close are you, Abs?”
She laughed, laying a hand along the side of his face. “I was just waiting for you.”
He laughed right along with her. “Well, the wait is over.”
