If you share my interest in re-reading Bully by Penelope Douglas every time you can, here as some bonus scenes!
BULLY Chem Lab Scene
I smiled as I approached the lab door, heat rushing through my arms and legs. I felt like I was at the Loop with the butterflies taking flight in my stomach.
Tate was working after school again and gave me strict instructions to back off and let her study.
But I had other plans today.
It’d been almost a week since we had sex the first time, and she’d been slapping my hands away ever since like she couldn’t read a Science textbook with my hand on her leg for Christ’s sake. While she promised that she’d be all mine this weekend at Homecoming, I couldn’t control myself. I’d prefer her straddling me on a chair and naked, but right now I’d settle for a goddamn kiss.
Opening the door to the lab, I saw Tate across the room with her back to me and completely immersed in her task. I could make out the faint sound of music, and I saw her bobbing her head as she grabbed a flask.
She had her ear buds in. Perfect.
And damn, she was cute in her apron.
Turning around, I locked the door from the outside with a key that I wasn’t supposed to have, closed it, and walked over to my girl. It amazed me how seeing her—knowing that I was going to touch her—got my heart racing faster than it did when I was tearing up the track.
A drop of sweat trickled down my back, so I yanked my hoodie over my head and let it drop to the floor.
Coming up behind Tate, I wrapped my arms around her and buried my teeth in her neck, not knowing half the time if I wanted to kiss her or eat her. She made so hungry.
“Oh!” She yelped, and I reached out to steady her hand before she dropped the flask.
She yanked her ear buds out, and I held her tighter, feeling the rise and fall of her chest.
“It’s just me, babe,” I whispered in her ear, pressing my body into hers.
“Jared!” She shook her head and squirmed away from me. “No, no, no…”
And I watched in amusement as she scurried away to the other side of the lab table, clearly putting a barrier between us. Her blue eyes were bright with pent up laughter, and her mouth twitched with a smile as she tried to stand tough.
I narrowed my eyes in mock confusion. “Did you just run away from me?” I asked, trying not to laugh.
She folded her arms over her chest. “Yes. I get all confused around you, and I told you not to kiss me or put your hands on me until after my Chemistry test tomorrow. You need to stop. Go away.”
I shrugged, holding my hands up. “I’ve been good this week. I haven’t pushed.” I walked around the table towards her to which she continued circling the other way to maintain distance. “I just don’t think I’m going to be able to make it another two days, baby. You have to give me something to get me by.”
“I don’t have to do anything.” She shook her head, tipping her chin up.
I lunged for her, swinging myself around the table, and she squealed as she leapt two tables over further away. She turned around to face me, her sweet face flushed and excited. It was like I was the predator, and she was the prey, but right now, she was the one killing me. It didn’t matter that her skin peeked out between her jeans and her shirt or that her hair was falling in her face. I was addicted to that look she wore that said Yeah, I want you, but I’m still saying no.
It was a challenge, and it was fun.
I put my fists down on the table and leaned in. “I like you, Tatum. I like your body. If you take it away, then you’ll have to find some other way to entertain me.” I couldn’t hide the smile from my face, and I hoped she’d remember the last time we had a similar conversation.
She squinted her eyes at me like she was playing at being mad, but then she spoke up sarcastically, “And what disgusting task, pray tell, would you like me to do?”
Without the patience to toy around anymore, I walked over the iPod she left on the lab table and scrolled through her songs, touching on Seether’s Remedy. Turning up the volume, we could hear it just fine through the ear buds. Avoiding the lab stools, I grabbed the teacher’s chair with armrests and a back and sat down in the middle of the room.
She let out a bitter laugh. “I didn’t give you a lap dance then, Jared. What makes you think I’m going to give you one now?” She pushed her hair behind her ears and placed her hands on her hips.
“Because I’ll leave,” I shot back. “The door’s locked. We’re alone.”
She raised her eyebrows. “You have a key to the school?”
“No,” I corrected. “I used to have a key to the school until you threw it off the side of the road. I borrowed Madoc’s. He got one sophomore year, so we could borrow car parts from auto shop.”
“The less you know the better.” I smirked. “So are you game, or are you scared?”
God, I didn’t know what my problem was, but challenging Tate always made me fucking ecstatic. I didn’t expect her to give me a lap dance, and I definitely didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or angry. I just loved engaging her. She always rose to the occasion, and maybe I wanted to see what she’d do.
All I knew was that I didn’t want to leave.
She cocked her head to the side and studied me. What she was looking for I didn’t know, but the temperature in the room shot up about ten degrees.
“Okay,” she said quietly. “Start the song over.”
My smirk fell, and I swallowed. Oh. My. God. She was playing with me. She had to be.
But then I watched, wide-eyed, as she reached behind her back and untied her apron. Slipping it over her head, she let it fall to the floor before she slid her open button-down blouse off her arms, leaving her in only her tight jeans and a thin, dark gray tank top.
My chest ached, and I inhaled a deep breath, realizing that I needed to breathe.
“Jared,” she whispered, her eyes hooded and fucking me from across the room. “The music?”
Oh, yeah. I blinked and reached over to the lab table, touching the arrow to start the song over and sat my ass back down.
As soon as the music started, she walked towards me, chin tipped down and looking like she was trying to bite back a smile. A sliver of her stomach still peeked out, and her hips swayed slowly as she stepped up to the chair. I let my head fall back as she hovered. Her eyes were a little bit unsure but a whole lot determined.
The beat of the drums kicked in, and my fucking heart crashed down into my stomach when Tate put her hands on my shoulders and started moving her hips in a circle to match the music. Her stomach looked like a wave flowing with the rhythm, and every time her hips moved in close to my body, I wanted to reach out and grab her.
Around and around, in and out, her body taunted me, going fast. The music flooded the air, and I forgot where I was. All I saw was Tate screwing me with her clothes on.
She placed her hands on the armrests and leaned in, washing over me like the ocean. First her breasts, then her stomach, and finally her hips grinding into me, and I closed my eyes with the jolt to my dick.
Shit. This was a mistake. I was going to be in worse shape when I left than when I came in.
She turned around and laid her head back on my shoulder, breathing into my neck like she was in pain.
“Jared,” she whispered, moist and hot against my jaw. “Touch me.”
I clenched my fists, wondering what she was doing to me. Jesus. If I touched her, I’d have to have her.
“Where?” I choked out.
“You know where.” Her voice shook.
Jesus. Was she going to let me have her?
I pulled the strap of her top off her shoulder and kissed her skin, while my hand continued to glide down her chest, over her hard nipple, across her stomach and then between her legs, rubbing her softly.
“Yes,” she breathed out as she continued moving to the music and dry-fucking me.
I held her neck, guided her lips to mine, and licked her top lip. Sweat broke out on my forehead, but I dove into the heat anyway, grabbing her bottom lip between my teeth and sucking.
Her mouth wasn’t just on mine. The feeling tingled in my jaw and spread down my neck. The taunts of her kisses and touches were agony, but it was sweet. I knew where the trail led, and I didn’t mind prolonging the torture when I knew where we were going.
I loved knowing that I was going to let go inside of her.
I jerked, a knock sounding on the door, and I twisted my head to the side.
“Jared,” Tate whimpered into my cheek and grinded on me harder. I blinked, breathing hard and refocusing on her.
Shit. I squeezed her hips, the pleasure of her rubbing on my cock out of this world. “Baby, someone’s at the—”
“Jared, I want you right here, right now,” she breathed out, her sweet breath heating up my face.
“But I have to go,” she cut me off and stood up.
Her warmth left me, and I watched as she stood up, pulling the strap of her shirt back on her shoulder and not even sparing me a glance.
Holy shit! “What?!” I barked.
She looked at me, a single eyebrow raised. “I. Have. To. Go.”
“Are you kidding me?” I pinched my eyebrows together, the ache in my cock ready to set fire to my jeans. “You’re going to leave me like this?”
“You said you’d leave if I gave you a lap dance.”
“I have a study date, Jared.” And she smiled sweetly, and walked over to get her shirt off the floor.
“A study date?” I blurted out, standing up. “With who?”
The pimple kid? “Stevie Stoddard?” I asked, still really fucking confused.
“Yeah.” She nodded at me as she threw her supplies back in the crate and grabbed her bag. “The kid you spread the rumor about me losing my virginity to freshman year? We’re studying Chemistry at Mario’s. Don’t wait up, baby.”
And she smiled and walked out the door.
I stood there, lame and in pain, wondering what the hell she’d just done to me.
Oh, she was definitely getting it this weekend.
Jared and Tate’s Valentine’s Day Scene
“So where’s Jared?” K.C. asked as she propped her elbows up on the counter and peered down at me.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to the rows of bowling shoes I was putting away. “Well, obviously since I’m working, K.C., he’s not here. We celebrated Valentine’s last night.” I stuffed the shoes into their cubbies, keeping my back to her.
“Mrow! You’re touchy. What’s up?”
Standing up, I dusted off my black pants and turned around to face her. K.C. worked next door at the movie theater, and I’d been working at the bowling alley since November. She made it a point to come in on days when I worked, either on breaks or after her shift. I kind of wondered if she came over in the hopes of seeing someone other than me.
“Nothing.” I shrugged my shoulders and tightened my ponytail. “Jared took Jax out of town with him on family business.” I paused to make air quotes around “family business”. “And I offered to work for Lacey, since she wanted the night off with her boyfriend.” I quickly glanced at K.C. before looking away again, too afraid she’d see my aggravation. “It’s fine.”
“Fine?” She repeated in a flat voice as if confirming she heard me right. Her big green eyes stared at me disbelieving.
“Yes. Fine.” I dismissed her and walked down the aisle behind the counter. I was trying to keep calm. Ever since last fall, I realized I had a –shall we say—anger problem. I took deep breaths, I started yoga, and I tried not jumping to conclusions. Right now, I focused on the thunder of bowling balls charging down their path and the clatter of pins crashing together.
I liked bowling alleys. It was a constant thunderstorm.
I heard K.C. slap her hand down on the counter. “Tatum Brandt. Your boyfriend goes out of town with his whore of a brother—on Valentine’s Day, no less—and you aren’t even slightly aggravated?”
“’Whore?’ That’s pretty harsh.” I smiled and almost laughed, forgetting my anger for a moment.
She was wrong. Jax wasn’t a whore. Not in the way Jared had been, at least.
But he was getting lots of attention.
Now that Jared was off the market, the girls at school welcomed the new Trent with open arms and open…everything. They looked at him like he was a toy—something to play with–and I could tell it pissed Jax off big time.
Jax didn’t like women that were controlling. In the few months he’d lived with Jared and Katherine, I’d only seen him go for the shy ones. The quiet ones.
The good girls.
Kenzie, the pretty and studious vice president, never knew what hit her.
“No,” I continued. “I’m not aggravated with Jared. I trust him. I’m just disappointed. If he says he had to go out of town, then he had to go out of town.”
“Well, he lied to you.” She said matter-of-factly.
I straightened my back, exhaling through my nose. “K.C. Knock it off.”
I looked over at her as she smoothed her long, dark brown hair and adjusted her bowtie—part of her theater uniform.
“I’m telling you…” She nodded. “He lied. He didn’t go out of town on family business.”
“And how do you know?”
She broke out in a huge smile. “Because he’s walking this way.” She almost laughed it out in her excitement, and my eyes went wide as I darted my gaze behind her.
Jared and Jax walked side by side down the red and gold carpet between the lanes and the concessions stands, straight for me.
What the hell?
My whole face tingled, seeing the corner of his mouth turned up in that I-really-want-to-smile-but-I’m-too-cool way that turns me the hell on.
His eyes glowed. My knees went weak.
His dark gray t-shirt draped loosely at the waist but tighter in the chest and arms, and my eyes burned when I realized I wasn’t blinking.
And when he winked at me? Holy shit.
I snap my mouth shut before I start drooling.
Who is this girl? Every damn day I want him more! I’m supposed to be getting tired of him. Bored. Isn’t that how relationships work? We start arguing over our little quirks?
But no. I’m like a stupid, little puppy still panting away over my boyfriend after five months. I ogle him. I fantasize about him. And the little bastard knows it, too. He tries crooking his finger in the lunchroom to get me to come.
I don’t obey, but man, I want to.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He hops up on the counter, swings his legs over and jumps down.
“Happy—” His mouth crashes down on mine, cutting me off. His lips are smooth and refreshingly cold from the February chill outside, and I eat up his cinnamon taste. Backing me up, his hands stay on my hips as he guides us through the swinging door to the back room. I barely register Jax’s voice.
And I heard K.C. mumble something about unsupervised children not being allowed in the bowling alley.
Then they were gone. Jared’s breath is in my ear, kissing a trail across my cheek.
“I thought you went out of town.” I closed my eyes, running my hands up his arms.
“On Valentine’s Day?” He puts his nose to mine. “How many times do I have to tell you? Where I go, you go.”
He leans in again, devouring my mouth and taking my ass in both of his hands. As he yanks me into him, our hips come together, and I groan.
Son of a bitch. Everything is warm, and my muscles tingle with a sweat weakness. I have no idea how I’ll get through medical school with Jared around.
I grab the back of his neck and push into him, pressing my lips into his and my body molding to his every curve.
He lifts me up and on the counter, deepening the kiss.
I pull back. “Wait, wait. Don’t get too hot. I’m still working.”
He doesn’t even pause as he starts kissing my neck. “K.C.’s taking your shift,” he whispers. “Well, actually your co-workers are and K.C. will help out. You have two hours before curfew, so you’re coming with me.”
I thread my fingers through his hair. “Where are you taking me? The lake?” Our usual private spot for… privacy.
His head pops up, and he narrows his eyes at me. “No, I’m done with that.” He fists my red necktie—part of my uniform–and wraps it around his hand, slowly bringing us nose to nose. “We’ve been sneaking around for months as if your dad doesn’t know we’re going to find some way to have sex. I’ve had enough.”
Chills spread up my neck and down my arms. I clear my throat. “Jared, I’m sure he knows we’re finding the time. It doesn’t mean he’s going to support it.”
He kisses my nose and between my eyes. “Well, I’m sick of it. My car, your car, my garage last week. Rushing around between the end of school and him getting home from work. It’s ridiculous, and we’re not doing it anymore.”
Okay, now he was scaring me. “So what does that mean?” I pulled back.
He smiled. I mean smiled smiled. To where I actually saw teeth.“It means I’ve got a present for the both of us. Come on.”
He grabbed my hand, and I hopped off the counter.
We drove for a while. Jax had brought his car, opting to stay at the bowling alley, so Jared and I headed to the other side of town. Houses started getting bigger, city lights started getting dimmer, and Jared remained silent, only nodded his head ever so slightly to Alice in Chains’ Would?.
He pulled up the Boss to a huge black gate and punched in a six digit code while my heart started pounding in my ears.
What was all this?
I didn’t ask, but—damn—I was intrigued. We were heading into the Seven Hills community, which I’d heard of but never been and Jared had the gate code?
The drive dipped, and we rode down a well-lit avenue lined in trees and tall hedges protecting the privacy of the houses behind them. Jared slowed and turned into a black brick driveway.
My eyes couldn’t take in everything fast enough. The house—and I use that term loosely—sat bright and huge in front of us. It looked almost French in its architecture, but not over the top in its grandeur. The brickwork was light colored—beige, mauve, off white—while the trim was painted in deep red. Lights were everywhere. On the sides of door, over windows and in a few rooms of the house.
“Jared, whose house is this?” I asked as he pulled onto another driveway off to the side of the house.
“Madoc’s.” He put the car in neutral, set the e-brake and killed the engine “Wait here.”
Climbing out of the car, Jared rounded the front and came over to open my door.
“How did I not know Madoc was this rich?” I mumbled more to myself as he helped me out of the car.
“I think Madoc likes to forget that fact.” He laughed under his breath. He led as we walked hand in hand further along the side of the house. Brick stairs led up the side toward the rear, and I followed behind, completely confused as he pulled keys out of his pocket. I had no idea what was going on, but I had no idea what to ask next.
“This part of the house is closed off from the rest,” Jared said back to me. “There’s another door into this room, but no one comes to this side of the…um..”
“Mansion?” I offered.
“Yeah.” He unlocked the door at top.
We walked in slowly but immediately I felt different. The smell of new things, furniture polish, the leather in a car, and the faint smell of cologne filled my lungs, and I felt warm all over.
Jared turned on the dim overhead lighting and switched on a lamp, all creating a soft glow in the very masculine bedroom. The walls looked freshly painted a very light tan color, the hardwood floors were accented with a spotless beige rug, and the king-seized bed was adorned with pillows big enough for me to lay my body on. A rustic, stone fireplace sat along one wall, and I couldn’t remember ever feeling so safe and comfortable in a room before.
I realized that while I’d been absorbing every nook and cranny, Jared had stopped moving.
“It’s beautiful.” I locked eyes with him. “Almost like a cave.”
He leaned against the dresser, watching me. I shifted my eyes to his left and noticed a picture of us at Homecoming last fall sitting pretty in a black frame.
Wait a minute.
Heading to the chest of drawers, I yanked on one of the handles and spotted some of Jared’s clothes. Opening another drawer, I saw some t-shirts.
I had to force back my smile before I turned to face him. His eyes were waiting, But I could see the smile inside.
“So…” I started, “you have clothes here. And some T-shirts for me. We have keys and a gate code. This is our room, isn’t it?” I guessed.
He inhaled deeply and pushed off the dresser. “Madoc’s parents are always gone, and we’re going to be here a lot this summer with all of his parties. There’s not much I can do about your curfew, but at least now we have our own space. With a lot of privacy and comfort.”
“And a bed,” I added.
“It’s not about that.” He blinked. “Well, it kind of is.”
I met him halfway and wrapped my arms around his waist.
“I’m just done with quickies and sneaking around, Tate. It feels like we’re doing something dirty.”
“Oh, we are,” I waggled my eyebrows and whispered before snatching his bottom lip between my teeth.
He sucked in a breath, and we nibbled at each other in short, soft kisses. Lifting me up, I wrapped my legs around this waist and moved my hands over his shoulders and onto his back.
“Ugh,” he grunted, pinching up his face, and that’s when I noticed the slight ridges and crinkly sound coming from underneath his shirt. It felt like a plastic bag.
“What is that?”
He laughed out his nose. It looked like his teeth were clenching together. “Your other present,” he forced out.
Lifting up his shirt, I pulled it over his head and lost my breath when I saw his shoulder wrapped up in a plastic, black back secured with medical tape.
“Jared!” What the hell was this?
“It’s okay. It’s just a tattoo. Help me take off the wrapping.”
I followed him into the bathroom, and that’s when I saw it.
The rest of the tattoo.
“That’s why I had to come up with a story of being unavailable tonight.,” he explained as I helped him take off the tape and bag, throwing the trash into the sink. “I needed to buy time. Aura was taking longer with the tattoo than I anticipated, and she couldn’t finish until tonight. It took 5 sittings. I was going to surprise you at home, but then you picked up a shift, and I had to get K.C. and your work friends to help get you out of there early.”
Jesus. My mouth went dry, and I could only stand there.
His back was to the bathroom mirror, and I faced him, studying the image in his reflection. It was unmistakable.
It was our tree. Down to the last branch.
The trunk travelled up the right of his back, and then the branches and leaves started spreading out about halfway up. Some of the leaves went over his shoulder and down the back of his arm. It was all in black, and my stomach felt like it sat in my feet.
I could barely speak. “Jared. You’re beautiful.”
Beautiful?I laughed to myself. It wasn’t really the look I was going for, but I guess a tree tattoo wasn’t that badass.
Tate always saw what she wanted to see in me, and I loved it. I still didn’t see the man I wanted when I looked in the mirror, but every day I felt better and better about who I was.
The tree was for her, and it was for me. I wanted my scars covered, and I wanted to take the tree with us to New York in the fall. Aura saw a picture and took no time drawing it up and getting started. It had cost a lot of time away from Tate and some stealth maneuvering, so that she never saw my back, but it worked. Aura saved the last part for today. The part that I wouldn’t be able to hide form Tate that traveled down my arm and over my shoulder. The skin still burned to the touch, but there was no way I was telling her not to touch me tonight.
“Enough talking.” I reached out and grabbed her hip, pulling her to me. “We haven’t showered together since your birthday, and we only have an hour left.”
“Why? Do you have somewhere to be?” She leaned into my ear and whispered. “Because my dad texted two hours ago that he had to hop a plane to Colorado on business until Tuesday.”
My nerves fired, and my eyes widened. “Hell, yes!” I took no time scooping her up and planting a fat kiss right on her mouth.
She pulled back and pointed her finger at me. “You’re not allowed inside the house, though.”
“I don’t want inside the house. I want inside you. Right now and at 2am or whenever the hell I feel like it tonight.”
The idea of waking up next to her in the morning, or—hell—even in the middle of the night, and having what I want right there made me feel all kinds of selfish, but I didn’t care.
I loosened her necktie, and pulled it over her head while she unbuttoned her white dress shirt. In no time at all, she’d shed her bra, too, and I pulled her naked chest against mine, feeling the very familiar fire pool in my dick. I had three levels of horny-ness. 1. Eh, I can if I want to. 2. Wow, I wish Tate was around. 3. Now.
And with Tate naked, it was always a 3.
I unbuttoned her black pants and slipped my hands inside the back, cupping her ass and bringing her to me like glue. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I ignored the slight discomfort on my back. Who the hell cared?
“Are your shots up to date?” I asked in between kisses.
“Yeah,” she gasped out as I took her breast in my hand and nibbled her neck. “Jared. So much time now. What will we do?” she teased, rubbing me through my pants.
I squeezed my eyes shut and hot air poured in and out of my nose.Backing us up, I opened the shower door and turned the knob. Two shower heads sprayed water from both sides, filling the small area with thick steam. I pulled away from her but kept my eyes trained on her panting face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips glistened. She’d taken out her ponytail, and I could see her nipple peeking out of her hair. God, she was beautiful.
All fire and passion. All mine.
Yanking off my belt, I tossed it and tore out of the rest of my clothes. She did the same with her pants and backed into the shower, not losing my eyes for minute. I probably looked like the lion stalking its prey, but that wasn’t it. She was the predator luring me in.
Closing the door behind me, I watched her watch me as she leaned against the shower wall, waiting for me. Even though Tate was the one in control, she always let me feel like I was hunting her. I loved that.Pressing the length of my body against hers, every muscle tingled with chills. I was warm and high.
Lifting her leg, I held it at my hip and put my fingers between her legs, rubbing long, slow strokes as I looked down at her. Tate preferred my cock to my fingers inside of her, but she loved to be rubbed.Slow. Always slow.
So slow that I could see the exact moment when her body started to lose control, and it was addictive. Her breathing dipped, and she almost lost eye contact when her lids fluttered.
The water poured around our legs, and the steam made our bodies stick together. The air was thick and hot. I used the tip of my tongue to lick her bottom lip. “Fuck my hand, Tate,” I whispered against her mouth.
She moaned, and her eyes closed as she grasped my shoulders and started rocking herself against my hand. Soft and slow at first. Then the friction started getting harder. She pushed against my palm rougher and faster, more demanding. I felt her wet against my fingers.
She grabbed onto my hand, and I hooked her at the neck, tasting her lips and feeling her orgasm spring up from her throat and echo into mine. She shook and rocked against my hand, slowing down more and more. I swear I could hear her heart pounding.
“Goddamn, Tate,” I gasped out as she shuddered against my body. Pulling up her other knee, I guided her legs around my waist, and pushing her into the wall, I slammed inside of her.
“Ahh,” she cried out again. “Jared,” she whimpered.
I grasped her thighs hard, probably leaving bruises, but she felt so good.
We’d stopped using condoms two months ago. I got tested, she got on birth control, and we never looked back. After that first time without one, there was no way in hell I wanted to go back to using them. Feeling her, not having that barrier between us, was as close to heaven as I’d ever get.
“I like it when you moan my name.” I took her bottom lip between my teeth and drew it out while I slid in and out of her. “You’ve been turning my world upside down for eight years. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Never enough.” She brought her mouth to mine, covering my lips. Her tongue tasted mine and darted out to flick my lip.
I blinked awake in the nearly pitch black room to my phone beeping. Looking at the clock on the bedside of table, I saw that is was just after one in the morning. Tate and I had only been asleep for about an hour.
Grabbing my phone, I opened a text from Jax.
Home, it said.
I smiled to myself, surprised by how much him being safe comforted me and by how quickly he’d come to think of my house as his home.
I had started asking him to check in with me, just to let me know where he was. Since Tate and I had gotten together, Jax and Madoc had grown closer, and who knew what trouble they’d get into together.
I shot a text back. “Madoc?”
“Should be home. He left the bowling alley an hour ago.”
Awesome. At least Tate and I had been asleep by that time, so he wouldn’t have heard anything.
“‘Night.” I texted and put my phone down.
Rolling over and sitting up, I saw that Tate was turned onto her stomach and hugging a pillow underneath her body. She was faced away from me, but I could see the soft moonlight coming through the windows landing across her face and naked back. The sheet sat at her waist. Peering over, I smiled at her relaxed features and swollen lips.
Even though I knew I should just let her sleep, I leaned down on my elbow and ran my other hand up and down her back. I couldn’t not touch her. Like hard candy that I could suck on nonstop or an ice cream cone that I wanted to lick, Tate was food. After only a few months together, there was no part of her body that I didn’t have memorized. I knew that she liked sex in the mornings, that running my fingers through her hair immediately melted her, and that her sweat was the only perfume I wanted her to wear.
Getting up on my hands and one knee, I leaned over her, straightening my other leg over her sleeping ones and began…not leaving her alone. Coming down on her back, I touched the tip of my tongue to her skin and left a moist trail up her spine.
She squirmed. “Baby…” she mumbled, her words muffled by the pillow.
“I want you,” I breathed out, and sliding the sheet down off of her, I opened my mouth and took her ass between my lips and teeth.
“Jared!” she yelped and whipped her head up. “What…?”
But she trailed off when I continued nibbling and kissing, and her head fell back down to the pillow.
“You awake now?” I taunted. I’m sure she heard the smile in my voice.
She sucked in air through her teeth, tensing up her body, looking like she was in pleasure or in pain.
I got my answer when she suddenly squirmed off the bed, and I had to rear back to avoid her kicks as she landed on the floor.
“It’s ticklish,” she squealed. “And it freaks me out.”
My stomach swam with flutters, and I laughed. “I didn’t actually bite you. At least not hard.”
Her eyes darted down to the extreme hardness between my legs, and I raised my eyebrows at her. She looked so cute, legs drawn up to her chest and leaning back on her hands, looking at me like she was ready to run.
“Are you going to take care of this or what?” I gestured to my cock, purposely trying to act like a dick.
What can I say? Tate and I had a weird kind of foreplay.
She pushed herself off of the floor and grabbed the white bed sheet, wrapping it around her body.
“My ass is a “no” area,” she stately firmly, looking at me with her big blue eyes and a lot of fear.
“A “no” area?”
“Yes. Your hands are fine. But not your mouth or…” she stuttered, gesturing up and down my body, “anything else. Got it?”
I smirked, teasing her with mischievous eyes. “What else could I possibly do to you there?”
Her eyes dropped, and she moved her lips left to right, thinking. I chuckled, climbing off the end of the bed and slipping on some black pajama pants I’d left on the floor.
“No part of you is off limits to me, Tatum,” I warned with a grin, and I immediately saw her eyes flare at the mention of her full name that she hated. “Come over here. Now.”
She launched herself across the bed, and bolted for the bathroom. I moved like a bullet, darting after her so she wouldn’t have a chance to lock me out.
“Nooooo,” she screamed and laughed at the same time as I caught her against the sink counter.
This was how Tate and I played. I knew she wouldn’t come when I ordered. She never did. She gave chase, and I always followed.
And she knew I had no intention of trying to put my dick anywhere new on her tonight. I’d never done that before, and that made me happy. Since I hadn’t been able to give Tate my virginity, at least I could say she was my first with that. Someday.
But damn, I loved her excitement and how she kept me on my toes. She breathed hard, looking at me with fire and a challenge in her eyes while she gripped the sheet tightly around her body.
I stepped forward, backing her into the sink counter.
“Absolutely not.” She shook her head, looking at me like I was crazy. “No anal for me.”
I exhaled a laugh. “I’m not asking for anal, moron,” I joked. “I never did. That’s your overactive imagination at work. But I do want something.”
We were chest to chest, and the low counter had to be biting into her thighs, but I didn’t move. Looking down at her flushed face and stormy eyes, I got hard simply breathing in her scent.
Leaning down, I held her head under her ear and devoured her hot neck, feeling her go limp next to me. I took that opportunity to pull the sheet from her body and throw it to the floor.
She had enough time to yell, “Jared!” before I hauled her up and set her down on the counter, securing her arms behind her back.
Maneuvering myself between her legs, I smiled down at her like the cocky asshole I couldn’t help being.
“Jared, seriously? Let me go.” She struggled against my hands, squirming against already hard dick, and I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady myself.
She wasn’t really trying to get away either, because I knew I wasn’t holding her that tightly.
“We were in this position once before. Remember?” I asked, our lips almost touching as she looked up at me. “I always wondered what would’ve happened if you hadn’t pushed me away.”
She rolled her eyes. “It had already gone far enough. I should’ve pushed you off immediately.”
I rubbed my nose against hers and let go over hands, placing mine one the counter at her sides. “I’m glad you didn’t. Nothing tasted better than you, and I finally knew what I wanted and needed. It’s what love tastes like.”
Grabbing hold of her, one hand at her neck and one hand on her waist, I brought my mouth down on hers and pulled her against me.
Her knees arched up, and her feet rubbed the backs of my thighs, while her hands slowly roamed. My chest, my back, sliding under the back of my pajama pants…
She pulled back and gasped, “I love you.” And then her mouth was back again. Tate’s chest rubbed against mine, and her hard nipples grazing my skin were like streams of fire trailing to my groin.
Standing up straight and pulling away from her lips, I gently pushed her back on the counter so that her head and shoulders rested against the mirror, and then I dived into her chest, sucking the soft skin of her breasts. Her hands threaded through my hair, her knees reared up, and her back arched as she moaned.
“Now, Jared. Right here.”
Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I pulled her to the edge of the counter and then pushed my pants down over my ass.
Positioning myself at her entrance with one hand and leaning on the mirror behind her head with the other, I looked at her watching me with arched eyebrows. She was rolling her hips against my cock like she couldn’t help herself.
The corner of my mouth turned up. “Love you, too.” And I slipped inside of her, feeling chills erupt over my body as she arched her back again and let out a low moan.
I started slow at first. She was in an awkward position, and I hoped she wasn’t uncomfortable. The set up was great for me, though. I was buried to the hilt, and I bared my teeth as I breathed, fucking loving how good this felt. The counter was the perfect height, and through the mirror I could see her hands gripping my biceps.
With one hand still flat on the mirror and the other at her waist, I upped the pace, faster and faster. She was so damn wet, and I moved in and out her, feeling like I was losing more breath than I was taking in.
“Tate, can I—“
“Faster.” She knew what I was going to ask. “Go faster.” She squeezed her eyes shut, and I let loose, pounding into her and eating up every whimper and gasp of hers like the food it was.
Pumping inside of her, my hips slamming against hers, I groaned at the sweet rush of blood between my legs. Nothing had ever felt as good as this, and I wanted to fuck her until she could barely walk.
Her insides tightened around me, contracting and releasing, and she bit down on her lip.
“Let it out, babe,” I grunted, my head hanging next to my propped up arm and a drop of sweat running down my temple. “You’re so tight. And so damn wet for me. Let me hear you come.”
She cried out, digging her nails into my arms, and I clenched my teeth and sucked in oxygen as we both exploded around each other. Her whole body went rigid, and her breathing turned shallow. Fast and shallow.
My pace slowed as everything inside of me spilled inside of her, and she took everything I had.
We stayed there for a minute, breathing and trying to unclench every muscle, and when I finally opened my eyes, she was looking up at me.
Reaching up, she threading my sweaty hair through her fingers and held it. “No part of me is off limits to you,” she whispered, her voice raspy. “But some things have to happen in due time. Got it?”
A tired smile spread over my face. “Got it.”
I rested my head on Jared’s chest as we lay in bed after the bathroom sex. I was exhausted but not tired for some reason. We’d had sex in the shower, the bed, the bed, the bathroom counter, and I was sure I was going to be in for it again by morning. But still, I wasn’t tired.
“You should talk to Jax,” I told Jared. “He should ask K.C. out.”
I lifted my head and looked up at his still flushed face and damp hair. “He watches her. You see it, don’t you?”
I knew Jared had ordered Jax to leave K.C. alone, and I knew why. K.C. and I weren’t as solid as we used to be, and Jared wanted her at a distance. At least for now.
He shook his head, his chest rising and falling harder under my chin. “K.C. is weak. That’s all Jax is attracted to.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Jax will take her out. He’ll get into her pants eventually. One time. Maybe five times. And then he’ll be gone.” His bitter laugh made the room seem a little colder. “He needs someone genuine. Someone who knows how to love. Someone that’s steel. That’s not K.C. She’d crack under the weight of a feather. I’m not setting up that train wreck.”
He twisted his head to look at me with his eyes pinched up in confusion.
“Madoc? What about him?”
Oh, that’s it.
I threw off the sheet, swung my leg over his body, straddled him, and slammed my fists down on the pillows on both sides of his head. “Madoc covers up everything with a joke or some crazy display. He has nothing that he cares about except you, Jax, and me. What is he going to do at college next year without you?”
He hooded his eyes as if I were being ridiculous. “Tate, Madoc’s fine. I promise. And so is Jax.”
“I hope you’re right,” I stated flatly. “For your sake.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that they don’t stand strong without you. Do you have any idea how much Madoc looks to you for direction? How much Jax relies on you? They’re your responsibility whether you like it or not, and you better take care of them, because they won’t ask you for help.” I lowered my face to his, nose to nose and whispered. “Got it?
I sounded like a threat, and it was supposed to. But he smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”
It pissed me off that Jared didn’t take the lead Madoc and his brother obviously gave him. He watched out for them somewhat but mostly brushed them off, saying that they could take care of themselves. They needed him more than he realized.
And K.C. had issues. I knew what they were, which is why I cut her slack for her behavior. But I also knew that someone like Jax would be good for her. I had my doubts about whether she’d be good for him, but I figured one date wouldn’t hurt.
And Madoc wasn’t okay. He was visibly uncomfortable with anything heartfelt, and he seemed entirely too content with his endless stream of one night stands. I could count on one hand the number of genuine moments I’d had with Madoc. I loved him. But I still felt like I didn’t know him.
“I need a bottle of water. Do you think Madoc would mind if I raided his fridge?” I climbed off Jared and started getting dressed in one of Jared’s T-shirts and his pajama pants.
“I’ll go.” He started to get up.
“No, it’s fine.” I put my hand out to stop him. “I’d like to get a look at this place anyway. Be right back.”
“I need a bottle of water. Do you think Madoc would mind if I raided his fridge?” I climbed off Jared and started getting dressed in one of his T-shirts and his pajama pants.
“I’ll go.” He started to get up.
“No, it’s fine.” I put my hand out to stop him. “I’d like to get a look at this place anyway. Be right back.”
“Just be warned. Madoc might be roaming. I don’t think he sleeps a lot. At night, anyway.”
I slipped out the door and padded down the thickly carpeted hallway, stopping dead in my tracks when I looked up and saw just how long the hallway actually was.
Toffee colored walls were lit up with evenly spaced brown wall sconces, and paintings with gilded frames adorned the spaces between where pieces of furniture sat.
Yeah, furniture in the hallway. That’s how wide it was.
On bare feet, I treaded softly. I had no idea if anyone other than Madoc was home, and I didn’t want to have to explain myself.
I stopped when I came to a break in the hallway. There was the option to either keep going to what looked like more bedrooms or take a right down a flight of stairs to a tiled foyer.
I was about to head down the stairs when I heard music and stopped.
Crap. I curled my toes.
I didn’t want to run into Madoc. Not dressed like this.
But as I twisted my ear to the sound, I knew it was someone playing the piano, and it was coming from downstairs. It could be a recording, I guessed. It was beautiful, and I didn’t know instruments or composers, but it was slow and very soft, almost like a whisper.
Like it was buried somewhere.
Heading down, one slow step at a time, I made another right into another hallway and found myself in the kitchen.
The music was louder now, and I swear I could feel its vibrations under my toes.
Ignoring the refrigerator, I walked around the spacious kitchen with a center island big enough for five of me and saw the door leading to the basement. I knew it was the basement because that’s where the music was coming from.
Cracking the door open, the tinkling notes flooded through, and my heart instantly started pounding with the soft play of the keys that had suddenly picked up pace.
I don’t why I decided to pry, but I was curious if it was Madoc. As far as I knew he didn’t play, but there wasn’t much I did know about him, so I decided to be nosy.
Descending the stairs on light feet, I got about halfway when Madoc came into view. Sure enough, it was him. The “Fallen” tattoo blazed across his upper back, and his blond hair—what I could see—was still styled to perfection.
I almost wanted to laugh. He actually played the piano. I shook my head, wondering why the hell he didn’t talk about this. He was fantastic.
He wore black and white pinstripe pajama pants, and his head was bowed to the keys, moving side to side with the music. Lost and completely real, Madoc caressed the keys gently and slowly, taking his time as if each note he played had a purpose and a soul.
When the rhythm picked up, his body tensed, his muscles flexed, and his hands moved with precision. When the tempo slowed, he looked as gentle as if he were touching a woman.
I leaned against the wall, watching him and wondering.
I wondered why the piano was in the basement, and I wondered why he hid this.
Looking around, I saw everything you’d expect to see in a finished basement. It was decorated almost as posh as the upstairs, except for a completely out of place looking skate ramp between the wall and piano. As far as I knew Madoc didn’t skate, either.
Finishing up the piece, Madoc’s fingers stayed on the keys, frozen as the last note disintegrated into the air.
I started to back my way up the stairs but stopped when he took the sheet music from the rack and almost methodically tore it in half and then put the two pieces together, tearing them in half as well. I narrowed my eyes, watching as he tossed the now ruined music into the trash and then closed the lid to the piano keys.
I turned and crept back up the stairs, sneaking through the door and heading for the refrigerator.
Jared probably didn’t know that Madoc played. I can’t see Madoc sharing something like that, and I wasn’t sure if I would tell Jared. He probably wouldn’t care, and Madoc obviously didn’t want people to know.
The fridge was jam packed with Madoc’s Gatorades and meat. Lots of meat. I found the Evian bottles on the door and quickly took one out, my hands still shaking.
I felt bad for spying on him, but it was too damn interesting. I wanted to know what else he was hiding.
“Need a midnight snack?”
I swung around to find Madoc resting on his forearms and leaning over the island.
I gripped the water bottle to my chest, probably looking guilty.
He smirked and waggled his eyebrows. “I can get you a midnight snack.”
Of course. This was the Madoc I knew.
“I’m not hungry,” I grumbled. “Do you mind?” I held up the water bottle, asking permission.
He waved me off. “What’s mine is yours.”
I closed the refrigerator door and squeezed the bottle, hearing it crack under my fingers.
“Thank you for our room. It was really nice of you,” I offered.And that was true. Madoc was a good guy. He took care of his friends. “No problem.” He nodded. “Just promise me one thing. If Jared ever gets kidnapped by aliens or turned into a zombie, you’re mine, right?”
I smiled, loving how he always worked in his harmless little flirts.
“You got it,” I promised.
Turning to head back up the stairs, I stopped and looked back at him, studying his handsome face.
His half smile told people that he was fine, and his quiet eyes never gave anything away, but I felt like Madoc always had something clawing to get out.
Something like what I saw downstairs.
“I heard piano music,” I said quietly. “You like classical?”
He pushed off the counter, laughing and locking his hands behind his head. “It’s not my style. You know that.”
I don’t why I didn’t tell him that I saw him, but I guess I just wanted to see if he’d lie or be honest for once.
I took a deep breath and braced myself.
“And the skate ramp?” I ventured, knowing that I had indeed just outed myself for spying on him. “Do you not skate either?”
His arms dropped to his side, and his back straightened. The amusement in his flat eyes was gone.
Now he knew that I saw him playing the piano, and it was clearly something he didn’t want people to see.
Rubbing his hands together slowly, he stared at the granite island. “The skate ramp’s not mine,Tate,” he said softly and looked up at me. “It’s just trash.”
Walking back over to the basement door, he didn’t even turn around to look at me. “See you tomorrow, okay?” And then he disappeared back into the basement.
Right then I knew I was right about one thing.
Madoc was not fine.
Jared and Tate Anniversary Scene
Jared held my hand, pulling me briskly down the sidewalk toward the ticket window. I pried my fingers out of his, nearly laughing at his urgency. What had gotten into him?
He’d been quiet since picking me up tonight, and every time I looked at him, it was like he was lost in thought.
And loving everything he was thinking.
He stopped at the window, narrowing his eyes up at the marquee. “Uh, two for…um…” He licked his lips, looking confused. “Cinderella, I guess.”
“Jared!” I burst out, trying not to laugh.
He looked at me, blinking, and then shook his head as if coming to his senses. “Shit! No.” He looked back to the cashier. “No, I mean Furious 7.”
My chest shook with laughter, and I watched him rub the back of his neck, looking nervous.
“Babe, what’s gotten into you?” I asked. “You seem almost excited, and you’re not a big fan of movies, so what’s up?”
“I like movies,” he retorted, leading me for the doors.
“Jared,” I scolded as he opened the theater door for me, and I walked in. “You barely have the attention span to get through the trailers before you’re itching to move around.”
“I’m fine.” He followed behind, and I felt his hand on my behind before he leaned into my ear, whispering, “You’re just killing me in that skirt, is all.”
“Well, I didn’t have to wear it,” I pointed out. “It’s chilly, after all.”
He’d asked me to wear my pleated, black miniskirt, but he hadn’t just asked. No, he’d done the whole lean-into-me-bite-my-bottom-lip-and-make-my-clit-throb-like-it-was-on-its-own-damn-rollercoaster thing. And I’d melted. As usual.
He slipped an arm around my waist as we walked toward the concession stand. “And yet you gave into my special request,” he mused.
“It’s our anniversary,” I stated.
He leaned in, whispering, “And you’d do anything for me today, right?”
I smiled to myself, wondering why he was acting so playful. That wasn’t usually Jared’s style.
I crossed my arms over my chest and stopped, turning to stand in front of him. “You asked me to promise, and I did,” I maintained. “My present to you is that I am in your hands today,” I repeated his request, but then added, “As long as it’s not a threesome. With another woman, I mean. It can be another guy. You, me, and another guy,” I clarified, “but not another woman.”
His eyebrow shot up, and I glued my teeth together to keep from laughing.
I didn’t think it would make Jared as uncomfortable seeing another man touch me as it would for him to be naked in front of another guy. I had a hard time not busting up at the image of his disgusted face and a big, fat “Hell no!” before he’d grab me and leave the room.
I barely had time to recover from the amusement of teasing him before he grabbed my hand and pulled me past the concession stands.
“Wait,” I cried out. “I want snacks!”
But he wasn’t listening. He walked quickly across the lobby and straight into the men’s bathroom, carrying me in tow.
“Jared!” I whisper-yelled. “I can’t be in here.”
He dove into one of the stalls, swinging me in behind him and slamming the door shut, locking it.
I breathed hard, feeling the skin on my chest heat up, and not sure if it was from the near jog we’d just done or the fear of being caught.
What the hell was he doing?
I sucked in a ragged breath. “Jare—”
But he cut me off, bringing a hand down over my mouth and pinning me up against the wall of the stall.
I stared at him wide-eyed, remembering a time not so long ago he had me pinned up against some lockers.
Only this time I didn’t feel threatened.
His rich, woodsy scent fell over me, and I looked up at him looking down on me, a hint of a smile on his face.
He removed his hand, taking a finger and placing it over his lips, signaling me to be quiet.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
And I stilled, suddenly feeling his hands slide under my skirt and his fingers hook my panties, pulling them down.
But he brought his lips down on mine, shutting me up.
“Relax,” he breathed against my lips. “It’s not what you think. I got you a present.”
A present? What the…?
He’d already given me a pair of earrings, making me feel guilty for promising not to give him something, but he got me something else? Something that required me to take off my underwear?
He knelt down on one knee and slid my panties down my legs and waited for me to step out of them.
He stuffed them into his jacket pocket, and then reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small box. I dropped my head, narrowing my eyes in curiosity as he opened it up and plucked out what appeared to be another set of panties. These were black and smaller, and I wondered what the hell was going on.
The other pair I had on were red and lacy. Very sexy. Why remove them to replace them with another pair and here of all places?
He didn’t look at me. Only held them up and let me step into them, one Chuck clad foot after another. My skin tingled as the fabric snaked up my thighs, and Jared stood to raise them higher.
He darted out his thumb, brushing it against the sensitive skin between my legs, before pulling the panties up all the way.
I relaxed, brushing my skirt down to make sure the hem hadn’t gotten caught anywhere.
It was a thong, and I felt the wedge of the material between my skin. They weren’t particularly comfortable, and it seemed like something was different. More weight, maybe?
“Jared,” I whispered as low as possible, hearing another stall door open and close. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry.” He grinned. “I’m not into public sex. Well, not this public anyway,” he added. “Let’s go see a movie.”
He pulled me out the door, and I forgot everything as we dashed out of the men’s restroom, my only concern in not being seen.
He gripped my hand, and I practically had to jog to keep up.
“But why did you change my—”
“You promised,” he reminded me as if cutting off my argument.
Yes, I promised! But what the hell was going on?!
And that’s when I noticed something.
I narrowed my eyes, gluing my thighs together and rubbing slightly.
“Jared, I feel something.”
He pulled me into him, pinning our bodies together. “You’re damn right you do,” he teased, referring to growing appendage in his jeans.
Yeah, that’s not what I meant.
“Jared,” I growled through my teeth.
“Let’s get snacks,” he chirped. “You want butter on the popcorn?”
I arched an eyebrow, but he only smirked and turned to the cashier.
“Large popcorn with butter and a large cherry coke,” he ordered for us and then turned to me. “Why don’t you get some napkins and straws?”
I shot him a look, telling him where he could stick his damn straws, but he just shook his head, laughing quietly.
“I love you.” His voice was thick with amusement. “But you promised.”
I rolled my eyes, not sure what he had planned, but I knew he was having fun.
So be it.
Turning around, I headed for the condiment stand and gathered some straws and napkins.
“Tate, is that you?”
I turned around, seeing Ben Jamison come up next to me, carrying a soda.
I smiled, surprised at seeing him after more than a year since high school.
“Hey, Ben. It’s been a long time,” I commented, taking in his new look. “How are you?”
“I’m good.” He nodded lazily, grabbing a straw. “You?”
He’d kept the same style over time, preppy and clean-cut, but his hair was more manicured and his clothes fit him better. He’d grown up and filled out, looking a lot like Madoc actually.
“I thought you went to UMass,” I inquired. “What are you doing home?”
“Sister’s wedding.” He winced, and I almost laughed. “And you’re in Chicago, right?” he asked.
I nodded, opening my mouth to answer, but then I halted, stopping dead in my tracks.
My skin started tingling and vibrating from whatever was in the underwear Jared had put on me.
My eyes rounded as the skin of my clit began pulsing and swirls of pleasure swarmed in my stomach at whatever was throbbing inside the underwear.
I looked up, seeing Ben staring at me.
I gritted my teeth together, letting my eyes slowly drift over to Jared who was shooting me a cocky-ass grin as he paid for the food.
Son of a bitch.
There was a fucking vibrator in the panties.
And he had the remote.
I blinked, inhaling a breath. “Yeah.” I looked at Ben. “Yeah, Jared and I share an apartment in Chicago, but we come home pretty often on the weekends.”
I licked my lips, my breath suddenly quickening. “Have you seen any—” The pulsing grew more rapid, and I jerked forward slightly, stopping a groan from escaping, “Ah, anyone since you’ve been….uh…back?” I asked, blinking long and hard.
But Ben pinched his eyebrows together. “Are you okay?”
“Mmm hmm,” I nodded, and I could feel the blush of embarrassment covering my face.
“I have to go,” I shot out, quickly grabbing more napkins I didn’t need. “See you later,” I called over my shoulder.
“Yeah,” he answered, sounding confused. “See you later.”
I met Jared as he turned around, food in hand.
“Turn it off,” I ordered, the vibrator already making me wet.
“What?” He feigned ignorance.
“You got panties with a vibrator?” I grabbed the soda from him and led us into the theater, letting him hand off our tickets. “Are you serious?!” I asked.
“Are you having fun?” he shot back, his eyes raking up and down my body as we walked to our seats.
“I’m taking them off.”
He sat down, letting out a pleased sigh. “And then you’ll be commando in a miniskirt,” he pointed out. “Even better.”
I glared at him and planted my ass in the chair, the vibrating between my legs getting very annoying.
I quickly reached up my skirt, hooked the panties with my finger, and pulled them away from my skin, resting them more against my thigh.
I heard his snort.
“Adjust it all you want.” His tone dripped with cockiness. “You’ll still feel it.”
“Why do you want to do this?” I asked, sounding more like pleading.
His face evened out, turning serious as he looked ahead at the first trailer playing.
“Because I want to watch you,” he said matter-of-factly.
And then it dawned.
He wanted to watch me. Watch me orgasm.
I leaned in, whispering, “But why couldn’t we have done this at home?” I asked.
“Because you never want to do it.” He turned his head, meeting my eyes again.
I pinched my eyebrows together. “Do what?”
“Touch yourself for me.”
My eyes fell, and I slowly leaned back in my chair, remembering the times he’d asked me to do that.
Yeah, he’d asked me. But I guess I never noticed how much he wanted it. Why did he want to see me do that so much?
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do it for him. I was just embarrassed. It takes a long time, and I really didn’t like the idea of someone staring at me while I masturbated.
I had no reason not to be comfortable around him, but I still felt silly about it.
“I will,” I assured him thoughtfully, peering over and seeing the lights from the screen dance across his eyes. “Eventually.”
I let my eyes drift close, feeling the vibrations becoming harder to ignore. They weren’t on my clit anymore, but my body still heated.
I licked my dry lips, looking over at him. “Why do you want to watch me do that, anyway?”
He rested his head against the headrest and turned to meet my eyes. “When you come, Tate,” he whispered, “it’s like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
His brown eyes were so loving and intense, I wanted to give him what he wanted. I wanted to please him, but I didn’t really like the idea of doing things in public. Not after the video in high school.
But I knew that, with Jared, this was for him. It had nothing to do with other people, and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. Not like that.
His sexy eyes fell down my body as he spoke, “The vibrations are making the skin on your thigh tingle right now,” he whispered, leaning in, “but sooner or later, whether you like it or not, the pulsing will sink deeper, down to your bone.” His hand reached out to graze my inner thigh.
The muscles in my leg tensed.
“Then it’ll travel upward,” he caressed my skin higher and higher, “like someone is massaging you with a feather from the inside.”
I could feel butterflies between my legs, and the tornado low in my belly began to spin.
“A blush will spread across your face,” he taunted, “and your skin will glow from the heat.”
I let my head fall back, squirming my ass lower to get the vibrator back in place again as I closed my eyes.
“That all happens when I’m inside you. Now I want to watch it as it happens to you,” he said in a husky voice.
“Your breathing will start to change, getting shallower, and your eyes will close,” he teased, “because your body likes what it feels and it’s taking you over, Tate.”
The pulse between my legs throbbed harder and harder, and I hated that he was doing this.
I wanted him now. Not the damn vibrator.
“You’ll try to suppress a moan coming up your throat from your stomach,” he predicted, “and all of a sudden you’ll be so wet. You’ll let your body fall back, and your back will arch, and you’ll want more.” He gripped the inside of my thigh, his breath falling across my face.
“You’re ready to beg for it, because you have no control.” He darted out and caught my lobe between his teeth. “And then you’ll hold your breath, like you always do as you’re about to come,” he taunted. “I fucking know how your body works by now.”
And then I did it. I arched my back, and I sucked in air, because I needed his hands all over me. I was ready to beg for it.
“I’ll bet you’re so wet,” he whispered. “I want to watch you come.”
And he pulled out the remote, turning up the volume.
I gasped, feeling the pulsing turn wild.
People came to sit down in front of us, and I looked at Jared, fear making my heart beat faster.
“Not here,” I begged, glancing around me nervously.
The theater wasn’t packed, and there was no one in our row or behind us, but there were people around.
“Jared, please,” I breathed, my orgasm building and the need driving me insane.
I wanted to be straddling him, my forehead glued to his, as I grinded myself home.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, biting my bottom lip to stifle the cry.
But Jared took me over.
He grabbed me under the arms and hauled me over to his lap, reverse cowgirl, both of us facing the screen.
“Tate,” he breathed out, nibbling my neck. “Don’t be shy with me.”
His hand slipped under my loose, white blouse, snaking under my bra to cup my breasts.
“Fucking come, baby,” he growled low in my ear. “I want to hear your breaths and feel every shake.”
I leaned back, burying my face in his neck as I inhaled short, fast breaths as he wrapped his arms around me waist like a steel band and held me tight.
I ground my ass against him, riding the vibrator harder and harder. The friction of his jeans on my skin would leave a burn, no doubt, but it felt fucking awesome.
“Jared,” I gasped. “Jared, I love you.”
And then I stopped breathing, feeling the orgasm crest, and I held my breath as I ground and jerked against him, riding it out and burying my cry in his neck.
My body shook and my chest rose and fell finally, taking in air as the pleasure spread down my thighs and up through my chest.
The moans and cries I normally let out spread throughout my body instead, having no other place to escape, and my whole body spasmed with it.
“Jesus Christ,” he cursed in my ear, holding me as the orgasm shook through my body. “I love you, Tate.
I dropped my head back against his shoulder, exhausted and spent.
I twisted my head, taking his lips in mine for who knows how long. The trailers played out, and the movie started, and I just kissed him, feeling like there would never be anything more I’d want from life.
This is all I’d ever wanted to do. Just love Jared Trent.
I finally pulled back, gasping for breath, and smiled.
“That was fun,” I said, sounding happy. “When do I get to watch you?”