Ride (Alpha Male Romance): In Between the Covers (Carolina Bad Boys #3) (7 page)

Avery

I MOVED QUICKLY THROUGH my bedroom, looking for something suitable to wear to bed with Jase. Not an ugly flannel nightgown, but nothing as come-hither as my wisps of bras and panties either. I gripped my cell in my hand as I texted Benny:

Sleeping with Jase 2night.

Rawr. Go get ’im. Remember, reverse cowgirl,

always a crowd pleaser.

It’s not like that. He told me 2 put on my ugliest nightgown.

O_O! That kinky fucker. That’s a new fetish.

BENNY!!!

Ow. Stop shouting at me. Muahaha.

I signed off and dropped the phone. Thanks to her coarse words, my face was even more flushed than before. After wasting enough time—waiting to hear the shower turn off in our bathroom—I slipped into the steamy room to brush my hair and teeth.

Knocking softly on Jase’s door, I waited for him to tell me it was all a big joke or that he’d changed his mind.

Instead his voice rumbled, “’Bout damn time, precious. Get your pretty ass in here.”

When I walked into his room he sat up straighter in the bed. “Good. I want to cuddle you before I crash out.” He held the covers up, inviting me next to him.

My heart walloped so loudly in my chest it was probably audible. Jase smiled to encourage me closer. I tried not to stare at the bare expanse of his torso or his long legs beneath the blankets. I tried not to lose my breath at the sight of his gorgeous smile and the dimples in his cheeks.

Slipping in next to a very warm Jase with a lot of bare skin slightly damp from his shower, I laid on my side facing him. He reached out to cradle my cheek, and I gulped—again, audibly—wondering if he was completely naked.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.” I bit my lip and lowered my eyelashes.

“
Mmm
,” he hummed. His rough palm skimmed down my side and slowly back up again, barely brushing the side of my breast.

My skin tingled in the wake of his touch.

“That’s not a hideous nightgown,” he growled.

An echo of shivers rose on my skin.

Licking my lips, I dared a little smile. “No. But it’s not one of my panty sets either.” I felt teasing and flirtatious, very womanly lying next to him in a snug tank top and boy shorts.

“Might as well be.” He groaned, tugging me close.

My eyes slammed shut when my thighs slid against his—the hair on his legs rasping the smoothness of mine. My pelvis hit his. He was wearing something as tight as me, briefs. The material was hardly a barrier from the hard heat of his cock erect and jutting between us. My breasts mashed to his chest and my nipples turned into tight aching points.

“I think you better turn around.” The grittiness in his voice made me arch in his hold, sending my pussy against his cock. “Ave,” he moaned.

I relented and rolled over. I hid my smile from him as I snuggled back into the warm seat of his groin where only my shorts and his briefs cushioned the impact of his male hardness against my softer butt.

He cursed, folding his arms possessively around me until we formed a human spoon. Our heat built beneath the blankets. The feel of his well-built body surrounding my smaller one was a turn on. His muscular arms surrounded me. His top leg lifted over mine. I was protected and warm and wanted for the first time.

I gave a tiny undulation of my hips to test him.

“Don’t move.”

“Why?” I wiggled closer.

“Because my cock is about to rip a hole through my briefs.” The low dirtiness of his words made me even wetter.

“Oh!”

“Yeah,
oh
.” He chuckled, a deep sound he sent across my skin with his lips sealed against the side of my neck.

I laughed and flipped around. His heartbeat thudded beneath the hand I pressed to his chest.

“You don’t want to make love to me?” I was tempting the man, and I knew it.

He grabbed my wrist as my hand trailed lower, down the center of his abs. “I’m trying to be a good guy here, Ave. Do you know how difficult that is right now?” His honey-brown eyes smoldered with depths of desire I’d never been on the receiving end of before.

“I want to make slow love to you.” His hips pressed forward, and the glide of his erection between my legs spilled a gasp from my lips. “I want you completely bare before me. I want to take my time looking at you, touching you, starting with these tiny ears of yours.” His lips closed over my earlobe. “I want to suck the pert pink nipples I saw when you were in the tub, on the verge of coming.”

“Jase,” I whispered.

His mouth moved down my throat, settling on the shell of my collarbone. “I want to lick my way down your body then start again at your feet before I spread your legs wide. I want to lick your cunt. Eat you out until you thrash beneath me.”

I writhed against him, winding my arms around his back, clutching his muscles.

“Then I want to keep on lapping you as you come on my face and in my mouth.” He spoke against my lips, his hips rolling in tight circles against mine. “I want to fuck you hard and fast. I want to take you long and slow and for hours on end. I want you to blow my cock, ride my cock, swallow my come, and come when I unload all over your belly, Ave.”

With a long lick of his tongue across my lips, he pulled back. His face was carved in sharp angles. His body strained against mine. Wedged between us, the full length of his cock throbbed.

His words alone nearly undid me.

I found my voice, barely a husky rasp in my throat. “Do I get a goodnight kiss?”

Kissing up my neck to my ear and over to the corner of my mouth, Jase murmured, “You get a goodnight kiss and a goodnight wish.”

He swooped down and lunged inside. My fingers dug into his shoulders. He lapped up my moan with his exploring tongue, a tongue that thrust in time with mine. I wound my legs around his hips and he rocked himself there. He grunted and swore when he felt the dampness of my shorts where I ached for him with swelling need.

The kiss changed as he slid slightly away. We plucked at each other’s mouths. We changed angles. Our noses bumped and we laughed. Those sweet soft moments slid into sultry heat. We kissed, barely touching but wanting so much more. Panting and trembling, I slipped my hand down his stomach. I merely toyed with the waist of his briefs and the hair peeking out, but he groaned loudly.

His mouth crashed into mine. His tongue wound around mine, and he teased it with his into wet heat. I explored the rippling muscles of his back and abs and flexing ass as he restrained from pumping against my pussy.

We kissed to the breaking point. When teasing and discovering leaped to pushing each other as far as we could go without falling over the edge and tearing the other’s last remaining clothes off.

Jase rose above me on his fists, his entire body carved in bulging muscles stretched tight. It was a sight to behold. I lifted my pelvis, seeking contact with his cock.

He dipped his hips and lunged against me fast before withdrawing. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, precious? I can feel you soaking through your panties.”

I ran my palm over his tight briefs and watched him throw his head back.
Two can play at this game.
“And you are so very hard for me, aren’t you, Jase.” I stroked a lone finger up the rigid shaft inside the soft cloth.

“Fuck, yes, dammit.” He pressed my palm against his cock with a velvety purr. “You make so fucking hard.” With determined effort, he drew my hand away and lay beside me.

He settled there with his chest heaving up and down, as mine was. We watched other intently.

Jase pulled me to him with a murmured, “I think that’s enough kissing for tonight.” He dropped one more on top of my head as his strong fingers burrowed into my hair.

“You feel really good, Jase.”

“So do you. So do you, Ave.” He inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly. “Tell me your goodnight wish?”

“Just this, Jase. Exactly this.”

****

It was true. All I needed was Jase in those quiet moments, late at night when we held each other. I needed his friendship, which he easily gave. He filled our days with laughter and loving. We still mouthed off at each, but it wasn’t hurtful. It was more like foreplay. Foreplay that went on and on, getting both of us hotter and hotter.

I moved into Jase’s bedroom. Well, I moved
some stuff
into his bedroom. It was funny the way his eyes flipped wide and his mouth quirked when I
accidentally
forgot to put clothes in the hamper or left damp towels on the floor. Jase was the biggest walking talking paradox I’d ever met, and every day uncovered a new layer inside him, one I liked even more than the last.

We shared an apartment, a bed, a life. We didn’t mention love. Not yet.

Every weekend we went out on his Harley into the wild Texas land. The rides always ended at some lookout point and long, unending kisses. The building sexual tension sparked uncontainable lust and kindled heat with the merest brush, the slightest kiss. We slept together but didn’t go any further than glancing touches on each other’s body.

Jase knew exactly how to kiss. His lips were made for sin and sex. I knew the moment we were completely naked together, one finger inside me, one suck on my nipples, and I’d go off like fireworks.

Whenever he was near me, the heat of his gaze sizzled on my skin. It made me so hungry for him. The foreplay-torture continued through our first and second weeks “together”.

Our friendship grew. When we weren’t kissing or trying to rile each other up, we did the simple daily things: watching movies, studying together, cooking and taking turns washing and drying the dishes. There were epic popcorn fights that ended in tickling matches he always won because he outweighed me by at least fifty pounds of sleek muscle.

There were the nights of kisses. Endless nights of those. But only after he came home from “work”, very late most times. He never told me what this line of work entailed. I didn’t know why he was always out until after midnight or why he jumped in the shower before coming to bed. A nagging feeling began in my belly and spread to my heart.

We never openly admitted we were in a relationship. We never mentioned the words boyfriend or girlfriend or lovers. I wondered if I was just his spare girl. His piece of fluff, waiting at home.

I wondered when the fairytale would end, and reaped every moment of joy while it lasted.

****

The college term neared fall break, Thanksgiving, midterms . . . all that good stuff. Jase came calling at Starbucks at the end of my shift. The girls still tittered and sighed and ooh’d and aahh’d around him. I no longer minded because Jase was my man. At least I thought he was. And I knew exactly what they were imagining. It was
all
true. He did make me swoon and sweat and want to live and breathe sex, and we hadn’t even had it yet.

He loped beside me, a backpack slung over his shoulder and mine in his hand. He was a gentleman like that.

“Where are we going?” I asked as we walked across campus.

His arm rounded my waist and he tapped my hip. “All good things come to those who wait.”

Good Lord. I hoped that meant he’d fuck me sooner rather than later. It was nearly impossible to get my bullet on when he was home, and I kept saving myself for him at night.

I pursed my lips, and he caught my cat-wants-the-cream expression.

Dropping both our packs so they landed at our feet, he swung me into his arms. “What’s that look for, precious?”

I rose to my toes to whisper in his ear, “Just wondering when you’re finally going to fuck me,
precious
.”

His hands clenched and clawed at my hips. “Not fair. You can’t say shit like that to me in public.”

Kissing him with all the want I felt, I grinded against him. He was always ready and so rigid for me the moment I touched him. I slid back and he followed, wanting more.

“I just did,” I said.

“You want me tear off your clothes right now and sink inside your hot cunt?”

A pure shot of arousal spiraled down to my clit. “At this point I wouldn’t say no.”

He bent his forehead to mine. “God, Ave. I am trying to do this the right way.”

“Maybe I want it any way with you.” Just then, a motion over his shoulder drew my attention.

It was Duncan Locke, standing a couple yards behind Jase. He wore his football jersey and stood amid his Beta Theta Pi pack. His eyes locked on my embrace with Jase. A sneer curled his cruel lips. He pointed his finger at me and winked.

I wished I’d been wearing my sweater. I hid my face in Jase’s neck. Maybe there was a reason Jase didn’t want to go any further with me. Perhaps he suspected what
that guy
had said to me, that I was cold and frigid and the worst lay on the planet Earth.

I knew I was dirty inside. Not even Jase with his sexy ways and his hot touches and his solid warmth could change that. Nothing would make me clean again.