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This tender moment is enough to plug the gap in my heart for now, which is strange for me since I’m not usually the type of girl who needs hugs and reassurance. Just that one time when my world came crashing down. Jason was there to catch me when I fell, holding me until I could sleep. Maybe at first he saw me as his best friend’s little sister, but somewhere along the way, I wormed my way inside his heart. It’s like we are meant to be. No other man has this effect on me. When Jason holds me, I don’t jerk away. I melt into his embrace and draw strength from him. There’s only Jason who can comfort me and make me feel whole and safe.
“Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?” Jason murmurs as he kisses me, his warm breath billowing against my skin.
My legs tremble as he parts my folds with his thumbs and drags the tip of his tongue across my clit.
“Right there,” I answer, fisting his hair.
“Keep watching,” he commands, flicking out his tongue for another lick.
Jason doesn’t check that I’m looking as he feasts, too busy tasting me, his fluttering tongue driving me to the brink of insanity. But he expects me to watch, and if I disobey, he might stop, and if he stops, I’ll die. I need this. It’s my ultimate fantasy. I’ve been needing this for so long.
“Uh,” I gasp, fighting the urge to close my eyes and drown in an ocean of bliss.
The tension inside me builds, skittering through my nerves until it bursts right out. He whirls me around. My eyes scrunch shut as my back hits the mattress, and Jason climbs over me, covering me with his magnificent heft, notches his pierced cock at my pussy, then shoves deep inside. The bed creaks as he thrusts, slow at first, but then he quickens his pace, his ass bouncing, strong arms caging me in, his mouth open, his face pinched with pure pleasure.
“God, you feel amazing,” Jason groans, curling one hand around my throat, his grip tightening. “If it becomes too much, just tap out.”
“Don’t hold back,” I say. “Fuck me hard.” It’s what I need, and he knows it.
With my full permission, Jason gives me what I want. The headboard knocks against the wall the harder he thrusts, and my breath thins from the constriction around my throat. I feel everything. The immense stretch of his big, thick cock, and the stainless-steel embellishments rubbing against my G-spot. Holy hell, the guy knows how to fuck. My imagination could never do him justice. Lights burst in my eyes; the rest of my body switches off and sends heightened sensations straight to my pussy. I can’t breathe, but the intense fucking feels amazing. Just when I think I’m going to black out, Jason releases his grip and air rushes straight into my lungs, the most incredible climax hits me, and all I can see is stars.
“Fuck,” Jason barks his release, hips jerking as he cums.
The intense rush leaves me stuck between hyperventilating and sobbing. My head is spinning so fast the room zooms in and out of focus.
“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here. Just breathe.” Jason holds me, rolling me onto his chest.
Exhaustion washes over me, and I close my eyes. I only intend to rest for a few minutes. But when I open them again, pale sunlight pools in through the gap in the curtains, meaning I must have slept through the night. I glance up, peeling my cheek from Jason’s muscular chest, and find him sound asleep, his dark crescent lashes fanned out against his skin. Smiling fondly, I trace the strong, angular profile of his nose, the excitement fluttering in the pit of my stomach about having a future with this man.
ChapterSix
“Are you gonna get up and let me take a piss, or are you just gonna keep staring like a creep?” Jason mumbles in a sleep-roughened voice.
I lean up to give him a good morning kiss, which he reciprocates lovingly. “You’re cute when you’re sleeping,” I comment.
Jason rolls his eyes. “You’re cute when you shut your mouth,” he retorts. “Wanna share a shower?” he offers, changing the subject.
A shower sounds great after working up a sweat last night. We take an unhurried shower, spending way too long beneath the faucet getting dirty and clean at the same time. I’m exhausted by the time he’s finished pounding into me. My back is chafed raw from being rubbed against the cold tiles. Before the hot water runs out, we get out. We dry off, and I put on yesterday’s clothes, not feeling too good about wearing the same underwear. After I rake out the snags in my hair with my fingers, I rummage through my purse for some mascara. My puffy eyes are proof of a good night’s sleep, and now I feel rested and refreshed, better than I’ve felt in a long time. I catch Jason sniffing a dark gray T-shirt before putting it on. He sees me smirking and shakes his head sheepishly.
“You’re such a slob,” I say, chuckling.
“Yeah, yeah.” He grins. “Are you ready to meet the crew?” Jason asks, while doing up the fly of his jeans.
I already know the guys. It’s their girlfriends I’m unfamiliar with. And if I’m being honest, I’m nervous about meeting Ivy.
“Sure, I could use some breakfast after our vigorous workout,” I reply, rubbing my abdomen gingerly.
Jason winces, and I guess that means we all fend for ourselves. “The fridge is full of beer and not much else. But if you’re lucky there might be some leftover pizza in the box.”
“Forget it,” I answer, waving my hand in dismissal. “I’ll grab something from home.”
I notice him bristling as I mention home, but don’t think too much about it. My tongue is drier than the Sahara Desert, and I’m in desperate need of some coffee. If he doesn’t have that, then I’ll kick his ass. Jason brings me downstairs and puts on the radio, cranking up the volume as a hint for everyone to wake the fuck up. At least everywhere is cleaner than it was last night. I can tell Jason tried to make this rundown factory a home away from home, with shabby mismatched couches that have seen the best of their days, a grubby pool table with ominous stains on the red felt, a makeshift bar built from old pallet wood, and a flat-screen TV in the middle of the room with a trailing extension wire that disappears behind a stack of boxes against the wall. It’s not the Ritz by any means, but it’s a base to lay low for a while. The loud rock music alerts the dog to our presence; he barks from one of the upstairs rooms. Someone lets him out, and he bounds down the industrial staircase to greet us.
“Let him out before he craps everywhere,” Rooster hollers over the balcony railing, letting me know his room is the one next to Jason’s.
One by one, the guys emerge from their rooms with their bed-ragged girlfriends behind them. The only one I don’t see is Ivy who has the perfect excuse to stay in bed.
“Everybody, listen up!” Jason hollers. “We’ve got a new houseguest. I know some of you already know Ratchet’s kid sister, Kiera. But those of you who don’t, I’d like you to come down and meet her. And before you get any crazy ideas about inviting her to join you for sex. Don’t. She’s off-limits.”
