Betrayed by Love (7 page)

He obeyed, driving his hard length up into me with one wicked movement.

My belly rippling with pleasure, I tightened my hands on his ass. I ground my hips against his so I could feel every inch of the hot, thick dick fucking me.

He bent his head and sucked the tip of my left breast into his mouth.

I dug my nails into his ass, humping myself on him. “Do it to me,” I encouraged.

As he fucked me, he flicked the rough edge of his tongue around my nipple.

Oh, hell, yeah. I fucked myself on his naked cock. “Oh…God…yes…yes…fuck me, lover. Fuck me hard and fast…fuck me.”

He dragged his mouth from my left breast, which allowed him to feast on my right breast. As he sucked me, he continued sliding in and out of my drenched pussy with hard, short strokes.

Nice. So damned nice. He pushed me to the point of orgasm quickly. I moaned and came all over his thrusting cock.

He came several moments later, jetting his seed deep into me again. Then he leaned against me with his lips brushing my neck.

I stroked my hands over his hair.

He lifted his head.

Feeling totally sated, I opened my eyes. My smile froze as I found myself staring into Jarrod’s brown eyes. Jen’s Jarrod’s brown eyes. His cock was still in me.

“Oh, my God!” I jerked away from him. “What are you doing?”

He jerked me back against him, cupping his hands over my ass. “What does it feel like I’m doing? I’m about to fuck you again.”

“No! We can’t!”

“Of course we can.” Smiling down at me, he reached between our bodies to brush his finger against my clit and wet slit.

“Oh…please…no.”

“Once more won’t matter,” he said and thrust his cock back into me.

“No!” I tried to pull away but he held me close and fucked me hard and deep with such heat and passion that my thighs shook. Before I could stop myself, I was clutching him close and was soon fucking him back. If Jen couldn’t keep him happy, then I would.

I squeezed my pussy around him until he groaned and came. Then I held him close, stroking my hands over his back and ass.

He kissed my neck and finally pulled out of me. “What the hell are we going to do about Jen?”

I sat up abruptly, my cheeks burning with heat and guilt. I glanced wildly around. I was still outside sitting on the porch swing. My heart pounded and I was wet. I took a slow, deep breath. Oh, God. This was not going to work. I had to get back to L.A. or at least out from under the same roof with Jarrod before I did something completely unforgivable.

I rose and hurried back into the house. Rushing up to the guest room, I lay tossing in bed for what felt like hours before I finally fell asleep, only to dream about Jarrod and I fucking like bunnies on the kitchen counter over and over until Jen walked in and caught us—just as he pulled out of me.

Feeling betrayed by my thoughts, I got out of bed, took a cool shower and then sat in the chair by the window until I started nodding. Only then did I climb back into bed. Oh, God, please don’t let me have anymore erotic dreams of Jarrod. Please.

A knock on the door woke me in the morning.

I groaned in protest, rolled onto my back, and reluctantly sat up. “Yes?”

The guest bedroom door opened.

Jen, dressed in a dark pantsuit with a pretty pink silk blouse, waltzed into the room, carrying a tray. “Morning, Lin.”

I felt as if I’d just closed my eyes. I glanced at the bedside clock. 7:08. “Morning, already?” I groaned.

“Yep.” She sat the tray on the nightstand. “I’m off to my job interview.”

“Are things okay, Jen?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“I thought you didn’t need to work.”

“I don’t. I love being a full time Mom, but the twins will be starting kindergarten in the fall. There won’t be any need for me to be home all day while they’re in school.”

“Oh.”

“Jarrod has some errands to run so you’ll be going solo until I return.” She sat on the side of the bed. “So you’ll stay?”

Recalling that erotic fantasy and dream of the previous night, I knew what I had to do, for the sake of my friendship with Jen and for the sake of my self–esteem. But I didn’t want to cast a pall over her job interview. I smiled.

She sighed in relief, clearly misinterpreting my smile.

I felt guilty but remained silent. If she only knew how I lusted for Jarrod, she’d be only too happy to see me go.

She rose. “Great. Then I’ll see you later.” She nodded at the tray. “Eat, have a lazy morning, and we’ll make plans when I return.”

I nodded. “Sounds like a plan. Good luck with the interview.”

“Thanks, I’m so nervous I’ll need it.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine, so go impress the hell out of your interviewer.”

“I will.” She flashed me a confident smile before leaving the bedroom.

I ate breakfast before I got up to shower and put on a sleeveless white sheath dress with sandals. After making a few phone calls, I spent the morning lying by the pool. It took an effort, but I refused to allow my thoughts to dwell on Jarrod.

Jen returned just after eleven, looking radiant.

I smiled. “The interview went well?”

She nodded. “It went very well. I got the job.”

“Way to go, girl.”

She smiled, kicked off her heels, and stretched out on the lounger beside mine. “Thanks.”

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“It’s only a part time job, which is all I want. When I got pregnant, Jarrod and I agreed I’d be a stay at home mom until the kids were about ten. My hours will be 10–2, which will allow me to see them off to school and be home when they get out of school.”

“Sounds perfect, Jen.”

“It is.”

“When do you start?”

“In two weeks. Until then I plan to enjoy my last days of laziness.” She unbuttoned her blouse and settled against her lounger. “So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?”

I sighed and sat up. “How about lunch out?”

“You’re on.”

She changed into shorts and a sleeveless top, and we went to the mall to have lunch.

“You know we’ll be heading down to the shore on Friday, but how do you want to spend the next few days until then, Lin?” she asked while we lingered over coffee.

I shrugged. “Don’t feel you have to entertain me. I have my ebook reader loaded with books by my favorite authors. I’ll be perfectly content to lie around the pool reading until Friday.”

“Sounds like a plan. What time do you want to head to the shore on Friday?”

I sipped my coffee before I responded. “I have a flight back to L.A. Friday night.”

She blinked. “What? Why?”

I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about my fantasy. I shrugged. “I just think it’s best if I leave, Jen.”

“Will it make any difference if I promise not to ask you to tease Jarrod again?”

If I didn’t go, I just might discover I liked the idea of teasing him. And that was not going to happen. I shook my head.

“I didn’t mean to…I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Lin.”

I nodded. “I know that.”

“I wish you’d change your mind.”

“I can’t, Jen.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

She sighed. “Okay. So we’ll just have to make the best of the days we have left.”

Her quick acceptance of my decision surprised and pleased me. Maybe we could enjoy the next few days and we’d still be friends when I returned home.

We spent the rest of the day shopping. I’m a bit of a shoe fanatic. I’ve rarely seen a pair of heels I could resist. I bought two pair of soft leather pumps, one in black and one in dark brown. Jen bought an exquisite pair of three–inch leather heels that made her long legs look even longer and lovelier.

We returned to Jen’s house just before six. Noting Jarrod’s car in the driveway, I steeled myself. The moment Jen opened the door, we were met with a heavenly aroma of simmering beef.

I stared at her. “Holy hell. He can cook?”

“Among other things.” She gave me a knowing wink.

I smiled, but secretly dreaded the thought of another long evening spent trying to make conversation with the two of them. But the evening went surprisingly well. Jen and Jarrod both went out of their way to make me feel comfortable. By the time we settled down to have coffee in the living room, I felt relaxed enough to laugh when Jen talked about some of our college exploits.