Jayded (28 page)

“
I definitely haven
’
t played this for the girls I bring back. I gotta keep the cute bad-boy impression going, or they
’
ll get bored of me. I can
’
t have that happen.
”

She shakes her head slowly, obviously amused.
“
Oh no, you couldn
’
t have that!
”
she teases, laughing hysterically now. I grab her wineglass from her and place it on the coffee table. She
’
s still laughing. I start tickling her so she
’
s almost in tears now.

“
Oh my
God!
No! Wait
—
stop!
”
she screeches.
“
I
’
m gonna pee my pants!
”

I immediately stop and put my palms up.
“
Whoa! We definitely don
’
t want that!
”
I chuckle.

She sits up, straightening herself out.
“
That works every time,
”
she brags, proud of herself.

I shake my head.
“
You are not right.
”

She looks at me with lust in her eyes. She crawls over my lap and straddles me. God, she is just so sexy. She unbuttons her blouse slowly. I watch, intrigued. She slides the silk off her shoulders and down her arms. Her light pink bra covers just enough to tease me as her chest heaves up and down slowly. I have to touch her. My fingers ache to feel her. I graze my fingers over the swell of her breasts. Her skin is so soft and smooth.

She unclips her bra, letting it slowly slide down her chest. My breath halts; she is so damn beautiful. She grabs my hands to place them on her breasts, her nipples taut. I lean down to suck one into my mouth; she bucks up immediately and begins to grind herself on me.

She has me hard as fuck. I unbutton her pants while still kissing her chest. I slide my fingers under her panties, through her silky wetness. I keep her breast in my mouth, biting and nibbling to drive her crazy. She rides my fingers slowly as they slip in and out of her. I can
’
t take it anymore. I have to taste her.

I lift her up and throw her onto her back. I take off each pant leg, along with her underwear, never removing my eyes from hers. I feel a connection that is indescribable
—
a pull that
’
s so magnetic, I almost can
’
t breathe. She lies in front of me, baring it all. I can
’
t take my eyes off of her. She
’
s a goddess, a queen.

I lean down to taste her, grazing my tongue through her folds and over her clit. She moans as she rubs her fingers over my scalp. I can
’
t seem to get enough. I pull away only to tease her, kissing her inner thighs. She whines in protest. I move to her other thigh and travel slowly down, leaving trails of kisses behind.

I touch her, sliding my tongue through her most intimate parts, tasting every inch of her. She moans even louder as I slip my fingers inside of her again, reaching high toward that divine spot. I work my fingers in a rhythmic pace and my tongue in small circles over her swollen skin. She moans louder and begins to scream my name as her inner walls grab ahold of my fingers, tight and pulsating, as she explodes all around me. I continue to taste her until her climax finally finishes. Beautiful.

She
’
s spent, completely drained of energy. I lie behind her on the couch, wrapping myself around her and placing little kisses on her neck until her quick breathing subsides.

“
Will you stay with me tonight?
”
I ask her, risking the chance of her turning me down.

She turns enough to face me.
“
I thought we discussed this?
”

“
We discussed me not spending the night when I
’
m at your place, but we never said anything about mine,
”
I smirk while waiting for her response.

She shakes her head.
“
You are just too much.
”

“
So, does that mean you
’
ll stay here with me tonight?
”
I ask, getting excited.

She rolls her eyes.
“
I
’
ll stay, but
only
because you just gave me the best orgasm ever,
”
she agrees.

I almost want to jump up and down, ecstatic like a little kid. I get up and rummage through my drawer. I throw her one of my shirts to change into so she
’
s comfortable. She pulls it over her head and slides her underwear back on. She looks hot in my shirt. I don
’
t think I
’
ve ever seen anything hotter than this.
             

I turn on the TV, trying to find something that we
’
ll both like.
“
Do you want a movie or a reality show?
”
I ask, giving her the control.

“
What time is it?
”

I look down at my watch.
“
About seven thirty.
”

She has her pointer finger against her lips while trying to think.
“
Okay, so I kind of have a sick obsession when it comes to reality TV,
”
she discloses.

I can only imagine.
“
Okay
—”

“
Don
’
t judge me,
”
she pleads.

She
’
s now making me nervous. I
’
m afraid to say it, but I do anyways:
“
I won
’
t. I promise.
”

“
There
’
s a
Bad Girl
’
s Club
marathon on. I totally forgot about it until you just mentioned it!
”
she tells me, getting super-excited.

I burst out laughing. I can
’
t help it. I
’
ve never heard anything so funny in my life! This corporate, business-running boss-lady loves watching the rude, crude, totally insane girls of the
Bad Girls Club
? Jeff freaking watches that show. I make fun of him every time he has it on. He
’
s going to go crazy when I tell him.

“
Oh, wow! Okay, so you like watching
that
show. What channel?
”

A huge smile breaks through her face. She jumps up and down and then rushes over to give me a kiss before she sits down. I have to admit she looks so adorable when she does that. I wouldn
’
t mind a redo on that.

“
Turn to channel seventy-five,
”
she instructs.

I spend the next hour completely blown away by how these girls act and how they project themselves to purposely be seen in a negative way. It
’
s a complete turn off. The show is a hot mess, but more crazily, I am totally getting sucked into this shit. How the hell can this happen? It
’
s like watching a train wreck, and I can
’
t take my eyes off of it. I totally get it now. I still won
’
t admit any of this to Jeff, though. He
’
ll never let me live it up. It can be Max
’
s and my little secret.

When the next episode is over, we take a break. She goes to the bathroom, and I open another bottle of wine. I set her glass on the coffee table and lean back against the couch, putting my feet up. She comes over and puts her feet on my lap. I don
’
t even think twice about laying my hands on top of them like it
’
s just something we
’
ve done forever.

We don
’
t even have to question or calculate our moves around each other, because we just have this natural grace. We move in sync, as though we
’
ve been together forever. It
’
s definitely a little scary, but it
’
s also a nice change. We have no expectations, which causes no tension or the questioning of motives with one another. We can just be. 

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Max

I can feel him observing me while my eyes are on the TV. It
’
s not a scary, obsessed kind of observing; it
’
s more like he
’
s coming to a realization. It seems like there are things he
’
s suddenly understanding or maybe admitting to himself. I think we all go through these emotions when getting to know one another. I also think a guy can sense early on if a woman is the one or not. The only difference  is that a woman will walk away as soon as she realizes someone isn
’
t the one. A man will stay, if only for the pleasure of getting his rocks off.

I can only imagine what he
’
s thinking. Should I just be straightforward and ask? Or should I wait until he
’
s ready to tell? But what man is ever open about his feelings? I don
’
t even know if I
’
m ready to hear the answer if I ask.

“
What are you thinking?
”

Wait. Did he just beat me to the punch?

“
Um, I was actually going to ask you the same thing. I just wasn
’
t so sure I would want to hear the answer,
”
I admit.

He chuckles.
“
You are just too much. You constantly overthink things. If you ever want to know something, just ask. There
’
s no reason for us to hide anything from each other. We
’
re not technically in a relationship, so there
’
s no worry about stepping on each other
’
s toes, right?
”

I loosen up a little.
“
So, I don
’
t really say this often, but maybe you
’
re right,
”
I quickly put my hand over his mouth before he can get too cocky.
“
But don
’
t get too used to it,
”
I warn him. I slowly remove my hand from his mouth. He just continues to look at me, gratified. I roll my eyes.

“
So, let
’
s get back to the question. What were you thinking?
”

“
I felt you looking at me. No one observes someone without a thought. I wanted to know what that thought was.
”

He presses his lips together while nodding.
“
I was just thinking about how natural you and I feel. We
’
re like the cool breeze; we just go. It
’
s never been this easy before. Of course, I realize now that I
’
ve always picked the wrong kind of girl before,
”
he explains honestly.

“
Before what?
”

He makes sure to look me in the eyes. It seems to be a thing he does when he wants my full attention.
“
Before you.
”

I look away from him, trying to keep the conversation light. There
’
s no need to get too deep with all this. Nothing good can come from that.

“
So Beth was the wrong kind of girl, right? Is that the type of girl you usually go for?
”
I ask.

“
She was most definitely the wrong kind of girl. Usually, that
’
s my type. They
’
re all the same: completely self-absorbed. It gets tiring after a while, dealing with girls like that. That
’
s why I ended it with her,
”
he explains.

“
I saw her in the bathroom yesterday. She wanted to know if I would be at McGregor
’
s tonight.
”