Breakaway (17 page)

Jason knew now what Remi liked and didn’t worry about
accidentally crushing her. Well, maybe just a bit. But now he knew what she needed.
She was strong and feisty and she wasn’t looking for soft and gentle. Which was
fine with him. He was a physical guy, always had been, and sex was his favorite
sport. And thank God, it was Remi’s too, apparently.

They rolled across the bed together, mouths fused, bodies
joined, sweating and panting and hearts hammering.

She reached for his cock, small hands closing around it, and
her touch sent sizzles up his spine. His balls pulled up tight, ready to
explode.

She squirmed against him, her little body all curvy and warm
and rubbing against him as she moved down the bed, laying hot, wet little
kisses over his chest, then his stomach. His abs quivered. Then she kissed his
stomach below his navel, so sensitive, and he throbbed in her hands.

She made little moaning noises of pleasure as she combed her
fingers through his pubic hair, then slid them down around and under his cock
to stroke his balls. Delicate touches, making him groan and writhe.

She fisted his cock again in two hands and pulled, long firm
strokes, just how he liked it, and when she bent her head he hissed out a
breath. Her mouth on the head of his cock was like sweet heaven, hot wet heat
and hungry suction. She swirled her tongue around and her teeth grazed the
sensitive rim, making him jump.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sliding his hands into her hair. He held
her head as she moved up and down on his shaft, her mouth sublime. “Remi. God,
your mouth. I love your mouth.”

She murmured an agreement which vibrated a frisson of
pleasure through him and then she let his cock release with a pop and licked
her lips. She held his cock with her hands and looked down at it as if she was
studying it. She smiled. He twitched. Hard.

She licked across the head, one long, slow lick, then bent
her head even lower and licked his balls. His hips lifted. Ah, fuck! He gritted
his teeth, closing his eyes at the sensations that torched his nerve endings.
He was so rigid and engorged it hurt, his cock leaping toward her.

Then she sucked one testicle into her mouth, tugged gently
and released, licked over to the other and sucked it in too. He held her head,
fingers tight and hard, trying not to explode, his whole body racked with the
need to come.

When her mouth closed over his dick again, he let go. He had
to let go. He held her head, pulling her lower so she’d take him deeper. How
much did she like to be dominated? Even like this?

His mind spun. Lots of girls didn’t like that kind of
aggression, but he just had a feeling…and he pushed Remi’s head lower. He was
big. There was no way she could take him all, but damn, she took him deep. The
tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. He withdrew and she sucked
ferociously, her mouth working.

He looked down at her and she looked up, all starry lashes
and glittering eyes, and their gazes met and held. Joined like a tangible
connection.

He lost it. He went over, pleasure racing from his balls
outward, to his toes and up to his brain, body tense, balls tight, cock pulsing
in her mouth.

She sucked him in, taking it all, holding his balls as they
contracted. When she finally lifted her mouth off him, a trickle of thick,
white fluid escaped her mouth and ran down her chin. It was so fucking sexy he
hardened all over again. Christ.

She wiped her chin with her forefinger, then sucked it into her
mouth. He had to close his eyes, his body weak and trembling. His head buzzed,
he couldn’t think, couldn’t hear, couldn’t see. He reached blindly for her to
lift her up over his body, lifting her right off the bed she was so little. He
fucking loved that.

Who woulda thought.

He wrapped her up in his arms, curling his body around her. “Jesus,
Remi, your mouth…”

“I loved that,” she whispered against the side of his neck.
Was she sniffing him? He smiled. “You taste so good and I love making you feel
good like that.”

“That was more than just feeling good,” he said on a groan,
stroking a hand down over her smooth back, then the curve of her ass. He gave
her a smack and she jumped.

“Hey! What was that for!”

He smiled. “Your punishment for being such a naughty girl.”

When she squirmed against him, he hardened even more.
Already. Wow.

Remi snuggled into Jason’s body, throbbing with both need
and satisfaction. The sharp, salty taste of him lingered in her mouth and made
her want more. His hands stroked over her body, sending humming pleasure
through her nerve endings. When his fingers found her center, slicked through
her wetness and rubbed over her clit, she shifted against him to allow him
better access, opening her thighs to his delicious touch. His mouth on her
breasts tugged a sweet path of delight to her molten center where she ached
with a thick, liquid want. Electric sparks raced over her nerves.

She moaned and pressed her open mouth to the side of his
neck, drawing the spicy male scent of him deep inside her.

The tingling around his finger grew, intensified, became
fiery pleasure twisting up inside her all tight and hot. She felt it going
higher, higher, everything inside her pulling up tight and then a cry ripped
from her throat as she spasmed against his hand. She grabbed hold of his broad
wrist to hold him there, pulsing against him, eyes closed, ears ringing.

“Beautiful,” Jason murmured, kissing her forehead. “So
beautiful. I love watching you come.”

“Mmm.” She softened against him, limp and languid. “Wow.”

“Good?”

“Mmm. Not as good as when you’re inside me, but yeah…so
good.”

They were both sweaty and Jason threw back the duvet to let
the cool night air drift over them through the open sliding doors onto the
balcony. Faint night sounds of traffic and music floated in on the breeze.

Jason hardened against her leg. She wiggled and reached down
for him. “Already?”

“Hey. It’s been a while since I came.”

She choked on laugh. Truthfully she had no idea—it seemed
like an hour, it seemed like a minute.

He moved over her. “I need to fuck you.”

“Mmm. Yes.”

She parted her thighs, still tender and quivering between
them, but when he pushed inside her it felt perfect. Hot and tight, stretching
her, filling her in a way that felt right and perfect.

He moved against her, this time slower and easier, not like
their usual frantic hungry movements. He held himself over her on his arms,
muscles bulging, and watched her face as he moved in and out. She lifted her
legs higher to take him deeper, so deep she pressed a hand to her tummy,
feeling him so far inside her it almost….almost hurt. And she loved it.

“Remi.”

“Mmmm.” She stroked his chest.

“I love you.”

Chapter Eleven

She went very still. Her eyes closed, then opened.

“What happened to just fun and games?”

He moved his head slowly from side to side. “It’s more. Don’t
get mad again. I know it is for you too. Isn’t it?” He moved his hips, his cock
sliding in and out of her sweet pussy.

She blinked at him, her eye makeup smudged a bit, making her
big eyes even bigger, hair tangled, lips swollen. She was so incredibly
beautiful she made his heart stop.

“Yes,” she whispered. “It’s more. Ah, Jase. I love you too.”

He kissed her mouth softly. “Thank you.”

He thrust harder and she met him at each push, lifting her
hips. He rose onto his knees, slid his hands under her knees and lifted them.
He pushed her legs closed and she tightened around him, the friction intensifying
as he thrust in and out. She gasped. Her eyes went dazed. Her lips parted, all
shiny and wet and swollen.

He held her legs straight up with one hand around her
ankles, lifting her ass right off the bed, and fucked her—long, hard thrusts,
taking her, claiming her, owning her, until he tightened and a hard fiery wave
of heat and pleasure swept over him, again, again, again.

He collapsed over her and then, mindful of his weight on her
small body, rolled to the side, pulling her with him, chest heaving, lungs
straining, heart thudding.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Long moments later, she said, “I don’t understand this. We
hardly know each other.”

“I know. I don’t get it either. I’ve never really been in
love before. I guess it just…hits you.”

She pulled back to look at him. “You’ve never been in love
before?”

“Nope.”

“What about Brianne? You were with her for a long time.”

“Yeah. But I didn’t love her. Not like this.”

“Why did you break up?”

“I thought I told you. She wanted to get married. I didn’t.”

“You were afraid of commitment.”

“No.” He paused, struggling for words. “Okay, yeah. I was. I
was terrified.” He squinted. “But I’m not anymore. Not with you.” He didn’t
understand it, but it was the truth. Miraculously, fucking weirdly, he wasn’t
afraid of a commitment—to Remi. He stroked a hand over her hair. “I’m more
afraid of being without you.”

“Oh, Jase.” Her whispered words wrapped around his heart and
squeezed.

After a long moment, he said, “What about you?”

“Hmm?”

Have you ever been in love before?”

“Yeah. Once.”

His gut seized up. “You were?”

“Yes. I thought we were pretty serious.” She laid her cheek
back down on his chest and her hand slid up to his shoulder. “But he dumped me.
Because I was…boring.”

He choked on a laugh. “You? Boring? Sweetheart, he didn’t
know you very well.”

“I…I thought he did. I thought my life was boring. I gave up
a lot for my brother and sister. We had to plan…uh…things for when they weren’t
home. Which wasn’t often. Lots of times I couldn’t go out because I had to
drive them to piano lessons or soccer games or parent-teacher meetings.”

“Oh, Remi.” He envisioned her life at age twenty-two—all the
responsibility she’d had and how she’d just done it. “That’s not boring. That’s…you.”

He felt wetness on his chest and she sniffed. “I love you, Jase.”

“You know when I knew I loved you?” He rubbed the middle of
her back.

“When?”

“Last week at school. When you were talking to Ryan in the
hall. And you told him he was smart.”

“I…I don’t get it.”

He sighed and stroked a hand down her satiny back, over the
firm curve of a buttock, lingering in the cleft there, making her squirm. “Ryan
reminds me of me. I have ADHD too.”

Her head swung up so quickly she almost knocked his chin. “You
do?”

“Yup. I had such a hard time as a kid. People didn’t
understand it as much as they do now. I had some brutal teachers.”

“Oh, Jase. “ She cupped his cheek. “That’s why you don’t
like teachers.”

“Well. Not all teachers.” He grinned, loving the feel of her
small hand on his face. “But I sure didn’t like Ms Wong in eighth grade. I
struggled with reading and writing. Didn’t do my homework. I was failing half
my classes. She had no patience for me. Told me I was stupid and I’d never
amount to anything in life.”

Her eyes filled with horror and her mouth opened. “Oh my
god. Oh, Jase.” Her fingertips touched his mouth.

He smiled. “It’s okay. If it wasn’t for her telling me that,
I might never have been so determined that I was going to amount to something.
I was nothing if not stubborn.”

“I can’t believe a teacher would say that to a student.”

“I know
you
wouldn’t. And that’s why I love you.
One
reason I love you. Even though you’re a teacher.”

Her eyes got glossy and her smile trembled. “Is that what
you meant…when you found out I was a teacher…?”

“Yeah.” He gave her a crooked smile. “I didn’t want anything
to do with a teacher. That’s why sometimes I was such a jerk. But then I got to
know you better.”

“You’re an amazing man, Jason.”

He smiled. “Nah. I’m just a big kid. I don’t even feel like
I’m grown up sometimes. I play a game for a living. I can’t believe my life,
either, you know. Sometimes it’s not real.”

“You’re talented and you work hard. It’s real.”

“Thank you. You don’t make me feel stupid.”

“Jase. You are
not
stupid. When I watch you on the
ice, I don’t have a clue what’s going on, but you think so fast out there it
amazes me. You have to be smart to play like that.”

He thought his heart might explode in his chest and
swallowed hard, his eyes going foggy. She thought he was smart. “Next week, my
parents are coming to Chicago. To watch the last home game.”

“Mmm. That’s nice.”

“They’re bringing my youngest brother. He’s done for the
season. And my other brother Logan is flying in too, to watch the game, because
my other brother…” She grinned. “Is who I’m playing against.”

“Oh!” Then she frowned. “Oh. This is your last game. This is
do or die, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Who does he play for? Phoenix?”

“Yeah.”

“If they lose…”

“They’re out.”

“If you lose…you’re out.”

“Yeah. We both need this win.”

“Ooh. That’s tough.”

“I know.” He gave a wry smile. “My parents will be having a
heart attack. But they’ll be cheering for me.”

She frowned and then realized he was teasing and laughed,
giving his chest a smack. “That has to be hard for them. Watching you two play
against each other?”

He hitched a shoulder. “It’s happened before. Anyway, we’re
all going out for a late dinner after the game. To celebrate. One of us,
anyway. The other one will drown his sorrow. The whole family will be together.”

“That’s so nice.”

“I want you to come.”

“Really? Maybe you and your family should just…”

“No. I want you to meet them. I want them to meet you.”