Love and Chaos: A Growing Pains Novel (28 page)

“C’mon, baby,” Jace said reverently. With a hand on his base, he slowly moved his tip along her wet folds. The movement stopped when his blunt head rested at her swollen opening.

He kissed her again, taking her to that place where nothing existed but him. But that moment. But his body and soul, bared to her. Giving to her, and taking her in return.

He
thrust
, filling her up in one hard, fast push.

“
Ohhhhhhh
,” Cassie moaned, shaking her head from side to side. Trying to escape the feelings so intense, so consuming, she felt like the ground was ripped out from under her feet.

His rhythm started slow, but quickly got faster and harder, working the pleasant friction in her body. Filling her completely. Waves of desire accosted her. Battered her. Forced her to feel harder. More. Forced her to take all she could, and then pushing her to take more.

“Oh, Jace, no. Please.” She couldn’t. No more.

Jace covered her mouth with his, working into her. Not letti
ng her escape.

Claiming her.

Sparks of light danced behind her eyes. His manhood thrust into her slippery core, rubbing just right. The pleasure felt like it was ripping her apart. The most pleasant and delicious of deaths.

Her
body was so wound up, so tight, she could barely hold on. She scratched his shoulders like an animal, clenching her inner muscles to hold him. He moaned into her mouth, gyrating toward her. Her hips swiveled forward to meet him, the wet slide lighting her up.

He pushed harder.
Demanding more. Demanding all.

“Oh, Jace. Oh, Jace,” she repeated, over and over.

A thousand points of lava singed her body, winding her tighter. The pleasure was too intense.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God
,” she panted as she squeezed her eyes shut.

He slapped against her, thrusting into her. His lips crushed hers.
The collection of sensations in her groin pooled, white hot, drawing all the tiny points of lava and binding them together. Lighting them on fire. Strapping on some dynamite.

“
Jace!”

She screamed with the orgasm. It ripped her body apart, the blast so large, so intense, she blacked out in a blanket of pleasure.

Strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close. She let her head lull on his shoulder and her limbs go completely limp, giving him all her weight.

She’d never be the same. Not after that. She’d given herself, body and soul, to this man. Let him break her apart, and build her again with a piece of him left on the inside. If it didn’t work out, she’d never be able to get rid of him. But she couldn’t let fear rule her, as Peter said.

She just had to have faith, and hope, and trust it would work out.

Jace came to consciousness slowly, the sunlight filtering in through the windows. He glanced at the clock—eight o’clock in the morning. He gave a mighty stretch, waking up all his muscles and getting his blood flowing.

His morning wood tented the bed sheet. He was halfway to reaching for it when he paused, thinking back to Cassie. He’d taken her weight after they’d ma
de love yesterday, picked her up, and carried her to that rock. There, with her settled on his lap, lying across him in perfect contentment, he’d held her for close to an hour. It had been the best hour he could remember.

Followed by the most miserable evening he could remember.

They’d walked down the hill holding hands, neither caring how awkward it was with the narrow trail. But once back at the house, they’d had to keep their distance, trying not to stare at each other, or talk too closely, or touch too often. It had been torture.

Jace pulled his hand back out o
f the sheets. His dick was just the right amount of sore—the memory of that orgasm should live on for as long as possible.

Jace nearly groaned.

He’d had some good sex in his time, but that…that was more than sex. More than good. That was…

He didn’t want to tarnish it. Something
that couldn’t be described with words shouldn’t be tarnished with hasty morning masturbation.

He stretched his hands behind his head and lay for a moment, just taking i
t all in. Just feeling the tightness of his muscles from his exertion with the perfect woman.

A smile budded on his face. And then withered. He had some decisions to make. He w
as a tumbled weed at the moment with no home base and no real direction in mind. His business was still going strong, which he could manage from a computer anywhere, and he had more than enough of money to build a future…

He just needed a place to start over.

His mind didn’t have to drift to Cassie; it was already there. Since that first meeting, his mind was forever with her. Thinking about her, watching her, wanting to spend every second with her.

The sound of a
n opening door caught his attention. It closed softly a moment later, light steps leading to the bathroom. It was too close to be the Demetri camp, and too light of foot to be Peter.

Jace was standing a nanosecond later, pulling on his sweats and f
orgoing a shirt. He left his room, striking up an unhurried walk toward the bathroom. Once there, he leaned his forearm against the door jam and waited.

A minute later the handle turned. The door swung open, a sleepy Cassie stepping out before looking up.

“Oh!” Her wide eyes caught sight of him. A soft giggle escaped. “Hi.”

Her gaze focused on his lips, longing taking over her expression. Then it drifted further south, taking in his bare chest and then resting on his tented sweats.

“Me, or morning wood?” she asked softly, those vivid blue eyes tilting back up to him. An evil grin spread across her face.

“Honestly, both.”

She stepped closer and ran her hand up his chest, letting out a small mew as she did so. His cock twitched. He glanced down the hallway, saw nothing, and stepped into the bathroom with her.

Cassie’s other hand drifted
down slowly, gripping his hard-on and giving a light tug. “How about now?”

Exquisit
e pleasure shot into him. His balls tightened and his body basically fell against the edge of the door. “You,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Definitely you.”

Her little hand dove into his waistline, gripping his sensitive skin. “Oh, Cassie. Should probably stop. Not here.”

“Keep watch.”

“Cas
s—“

Her
hand rubbing cut him off, fast and firm, jolting his body. He couldn’t help the thrust, and then couldn’t stop the moan when she tweaked his nipple.

“Can’t, Cas
s. Stop.”

She did the opposite. Faster her palm rubbed him, stroking just right.

“Stop.”

In a flash, her hand disappeared from his shaft and two hands gripped him around the waist. A tug had him taking a step into the bathroom, alarm taking over when the door behind him shut.

“What are you—“

She yanked down his sweats, dropped to her knees, and took his length in her mouth.

“Ohh.” It was more a sigh than a word. Jace’s head tilted back and his eyes rolled back in his head with the glorious suction.

A soft hand worked his balls
as a warm, wet mouth sucked. He felt his tip hit the back of her throat and clamped down on another moan. But oh Lord, did this feel like heaven.

“Almost there,” he warned, his hips thrusting forward in a rhythm now. Deep as he could. Her hand worked in perfect sync with her mouth, her other hand massaged his balls.

An orgasm tore through him, draining him of the last ounce. Breath heaving, energy gone, he half fell, half leaned against the counter.

“Good morning,” she said in a whisper, dipping her face to the sink and washing up.

“We shouldn’t, Cassie.”

But his arms still snaked around her waist, and his lips still found the heat of her neck. Her feminine smell wafted around him, making him close his eyes in bliss.

“How many more days until Peter comes
out
?” Cassie stepped away from the sink and put her arms around his middle.

“He plans to do it on Friday,” Jace whispered. “But let’s talk about this later. Get out of here.”

She smiled and angled her head upward. He reached down with a soft kiss, intending just a peck. He couldn’t help but linger, though, feeling her smooth lips, and relishing in her willingness.

More than that, her eagerness.

She wanted him. All her attention was on him. And yesterday, if he wasn’t mistaken, she gave in when he physically demanded she give
only
to him. He hadn’t done that before—pushed his baser desires on a woman. He’d never allowed his more private needs to be expressed like that—so open and honest. So needy.

But
she’d demanded it in turn. She’d pushed him there, knowing what she wanted, and knowing he could fulfill it. And he did.

And now he’d never be the same. If
she stepped on his heart, he was sunk. He’d need to tie up his gloves and walk away from women, because he wouldn’t have it in him to start over. Not after her.

And it had only been three days.

When you know, you know.

“Okay, I’m out of here. Catch ya later.”
Cassie winked and hurried around him. She opened the door slowly, peeked out, and then lit across the hall, her little pajamas almost making him hard again.

Jace walked through the kitchen a while later, after he'd had a shower and prepared for the day. Peter had been waiting for the shower after him, with his bedroom door open and an empty room beyond. The rush of butterflies at heading down to meet Cassie had
Jace quickening his pace, despite the fact he should've been nonchalant about the whole thing.

"Oh, Jason, honey," his mother said as he strolled through, his eyes scanning the open space for signs of life. "Are you going outside?"

Jace stepped up to the island and grabbed a coffee cup. As he was working around to the coffee pot to fill it up, his mother stepped forward to hand him a small package with
Hershey's
written on the top.

"Can you give this to Cassie? She asked if I had any."

Jace took the half eaten bar of chocolate, suppressing a grin.

"And take a cup of coffee for her. She's probably finished with hers by this point." His mom waited for him to grab another cup and move back to the coffee
pot before she put her fist on her hip and said, "I wonder why Peter doesn't pay more attention to her. If he's not careful, he's going to lose her."

Jace kept his silence. It was true, but now that Jace knew why, it wasn't an issue. Not for him anyway.

"Don't you think she's a pretty girl?" his mother pushed. "And so smart. She and your father chatted yesterday. You know he isn't easily impressed. Well, he is over the moon with her. Thinks she's a perfect addition to this family. But he mentioned, and I agree with him, that Peter isn't showing her the attention a girl needs. Girls like to be wooed, Jason."

"Yeah, I know
, Mom. Why are you telling me?"

"Well, I don't know
—you and Peter have always been close. Maybe you could say something to him. He's been alone for so long...it'd be nice if he could settle down."

Jace slipped the chocolate into his pocket and picked up his cup of coffee. "I'll say something."

"Good. He isn't experienced in this type of thing—not when it really counts. Maybe he'll listen to you."

Jace walked away without mentioning that just because he
hadn’t brought a woman around to be judged by the family didn't mean he hadn't dated before. If he said that, his mother would suspect he knew something and wasn't telling. Which was true.

He walked out through the open sliding glass door and glanced around the backyard. Rachel held the baby whi
le Jenn played with Lesley. His dad sat at the patio table with a cup of coffee and a newspaper.

"Where is everyone?" Jace asked.

Without looking up, his father said, "Nick and Demetri are playing ping pong with the boys. Peter hasn't come down yet, as far as I know—unless he's in the kitchen—and Cassie went for a walk to take in the morning. She said she wanted to write some notes for her job. She's a thorough young woman."

"Which way did she go? Mom wants me to give her chocolate and coffee
."

The newspaper crinkled as his dad peered over the top. "Isn't that Peter's job?"

"Yes, but Peter isn't down yet."

His dad
folded the paper and placed it in front of him on the table. His keen gaze settled on Jace. "You've been spending a lot of time with her, Jason. And while she enjoys the attention, as women do, it's not your place. You need to step back so Peter is forced to step up."