Page 83 of Tangled Up


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She pinched my arm when I grimaced. “Ouch!” I grabbed my bicep. “I’m kidding. I don’t have a problem packing a bag. No need to come to blows.”

“You deserve it. My bed is well worn-in and comfortable.”

I threw my arm around her neck. “You’re right. Who needs leg room when you’ve got lumps in the mattress?” She lifted her fingers to pinch me again, but I trapped her hand. “As long as you’re next to me, I’d sleep on a rock.”

Her glare eventually fizzled to a reluctant smile, and she rested her head on my shoulder. “It’s hard to be mad at you when you’re so charming.”

I kissed the top of her head. “That’s the point.”

That night, at ten minutes to six, Gemma opened her door, still in sweats. “You’re not ready.”

“You’re early.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t know I would be.”

She raked her gaze over my sweater, brown leather jacket, and fitted jeans. “Does it ever get tiring being so pretty? Like, do you fear the day your looks will fade and wonder if people will still like you?”

“Well, I know you won’t so…” I shook off George Clooney, who rubbed his head against my shin, and followed Gemma when she spun on her heel, heading back to her bedroom. I let my duffel bag drop to the floor as she let her sweats do the same, whatever further retort I had dying on my tongue. Her ass called to me as she bent to step into a pair of skinny jeans, and I slid my hand over one cheek, squeezing.

“What are you doing?”

I nuzzled her neck, my fingers trailing down between her legs. “I hate knowing you’re bare under your clothes, and I can’t do anything about it.”

“We’re going to be late.”

“I’m early,” I crooned, dipping my fingers into her wet heat while my other hand roamed under her T-shirt to her breast, plucking at her nipple how I knew she loved. “We do have some time. Besides, I know you’re stressed about tonight. Let me help you with that.”

She started to argue, but I curled her hair around my fist and angled her head to quiet her mouth. Her tongue tasted like her toothpaste, but I wanted to taste her somewhere else and pushed her toward the bed. “Bend over,” I told her with a smack to her ass. “Spread your legs. This is going to be quick.”

For once, she stayed quiet, and good god, my cock grew instantly hard when she followed my instructions. I dropped to my knees, licking up her tangy sweetness, and she moaned. “Oh, please.”

I smacked her ass again, this time hard enough to leave a mark.

“Fuck, yes, Jason.”

“Say my name again.”Smack.

She threw her head back. “Jason.”

“You’re dripping.” I circled my finger around her clit while I lapped at her juices. “You love being bossed around, huh? Not so tough when I have my hands on you.”

She whined, rolling her hips, and she was right on the edge, but I wanted her coming with me inside of her. I snagged one of the vegan condoms I special ordered and tugged my pants and underwear down just low enough to take my cock in hand. “Head down on the bed, Gemma. Let me see that sweet ass up in the air.”

Once I was sheathed, I grabbed hold of her hips with what I knew was bruising strength and thrust into her, filling her to the hilt. She grunted as if I pushed all the air out of her lungs. And nothing was as perfect as this.

I was so hard and primed, it only took a few strokes until I was already coming, but so was she. I slowly pulled out, both of us groaning at the loss, and I gave her butt a rub before marching off to the bathroom to take care of the condom. When I returned a minute later, she had her jeans and bra on.

“See?” I said, smug as can be. “Only took six minutes.”

“Is that really something you want to brag about?”

I slid my hands around her waist, up to her rib cage. “When I can make my girl come in five minutes? That’s absolutely something to brag about.”

She threw a thin shirt over her head. “Here, button me up.”

I gathered her hair over one shoulder to close the hook and eye. A small oval of skin was left open between her shoulder blades, and I bent down to kiss it. When my lips traveled back up to her neck, she shivered. “So arrogant.”

“Confident,” I corrected. “I’m confident you’ve never screamed anyone else’s name.”

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