The Back-Up Plan (12 page)

Something about the way he made his request told her he didn’t just want inside her house. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he was buried balls deep inside her. And neither would she.

She unlocked the door as Jason guided her in. Once it was closed behind them, he shoved her against it. His hunger was palpable. It fueled hers.

His lips took hers roughly, pushing her mouth open. Her tongue met his halfway as they explored, tasted, discovered. As they kissed, Jason’s hands were busy. Within seconds, he had her shorts and panties on the floor. He briefly released her so he could tug her T-shirt over her head, until only her bra remained. He cupped the flesh of her breasts, squeezing firmly, pinching lightly at her nipples. She felt like she’d explode.

Kristen didn’t remain idle either. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Then she shoved his shirt over his head, running her fingers along his shoulders, his pecs. She loved the soft smattering of hair on his chest. She’d never been a huge fan of bare chests, preferring the look and feel of Jason’s.

Every caress, stroke and lick sent Kristen closer to orbit until she decided she needed to fuck him right now or die. He’d teased and taunted her for hours on end today. The foreplay part of the night was over.

She shoved against his shoulders, trying to move him to the stairs. “My bedroom.”

He backed up slowly, not releasing his grip on her breasts, refusing to take his lips away from hers. They inched up the first few stairs, then Kristen lost it.

“Goddammit.” She tugged his jeans and boxers over his hips, her eyes going wide at the sight of what Jason was packing there. She’d run her hands over his cock countless times over the day and during the journey home, trying to drive him as crazy as he was her, but she had no idea what well-endowed meant until that moment.

Oh yeah. This was going to be the best mistake of her life. She pressed him down on one of the steps, not bothering to consider her actions. She dropped to her knees two stairs lower and bent forward. Jason groaned loudly when she took his cock into her mouth. She clasped her fingers tightly around the base, adding that stroke to those of her lips and tongue. She included suction in her repertoire, pleased when Jason’s fingers found her hair, pulling on her tresses in a way that made her empty pussy clench.

“Jesus Christ,” Jason muttered.

She continued her blow job, sucking and tugging harder, dying to taste his come, but Jason had other things in mind.

With firm hands, he pushed her head away. “Not like this, Kris. I gotta be inside you. Now.”

She nodded. Amen to that. She moved quickly, straddling his hips before he could respond. Placing his dick at the entrance to her body, she thrust down hard.

“Fuck.” Jason jerked like he’d been burned. “Slow down, sunshine. God, baby. You’re killing me.”

She wanted to laugh, to yell, to cry. He’d been slowly murdering her for weeks, breaking down every bit of resistance, making her long for every torturous touch. He’d made her insane. So now he could just deal with the primal animal he’d dragged to the surface.

She bounced on his cock several times, as Jason clasped her waist in his hands. She couldn’t tell if he was helping her movements along or trying to shove her away, but it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t give way.

Then he tightened his hold, pressing himself fully inside her, but not allowing her to move.

“Let go,” she demanded.

He shook his head. “No. Stop. For one fucking second, just stop.”

His color was high and it didn’t take a genius to know he was close. Really close.

Of course, she was too. Which made her resent his control.

“Jason.”

He kissed her—a fast, hard peck to quiet her, then he pulled away once more.

“Are you on the Pill?”

Shit. She’d just jumped on for the ride without even considering protection. “Yes, but…”

He grinned. “But you didn’t mean for us to go bareback, did you?”

“I’ve never, I mean, I wasn’t…”

“I’ve got a condom in my pants.”

“Just one?” she asked, not minding when he laughed loudly. Ordinarily it rubbed against the grain when he became far-too-amused by her serious questions, but this time, she sort of felt like laughing too. Despite the pain of coming so close only to be forced to stop, she was overwhelmed by a joy she’d never felt in her life.

“I’ve got enough for tonight. Hell, probably more than we’ll need given the fact you seem hell bent on hitting the finish line in sixty seconds flat.”

“I’m really horny.”

He ran his finger along her cheek, looking at her like she was the most amazing woman he’d ever met. The expression on his face made her feel warm and fuzzy and weird inside. “We’re going to stand up very slowly and walk to your bedroom. I’m losing the pants and shoes, you’re uncovering those incredible tits and we’re going to continue this in your bed. But, Kris, can you maybe let me lead for a little while? I’ve been waiting a damn long time to get inside you. Let me savor it, okay?”

She nodded, then forced her jelly-like legs to stand. Jason kept his arms around her, adding his support as they finished climbing the stairs.

Then they did just what he said. They undressed. They crawled beneath the sheets. And once again, he was there. Pounding away inside her until she saw stars, until her cries became so loud, she actually worried about what the neighbors would think.

They didn’t bother with the condom. He’d offered, but she rejected. Didn’t want it. There was something kinky and wild and wonderful about the idea of Jason coming inside her. She’d sure as hell never wanted anything like that before, but then, he’d awakened something she’d never realized existed. Something she’d brushed off, called an urban legend, a romance writer’s lie.

Passion.

After a lifetime of so-so sexual experiences, Jason was opening her eyes to something else she’d never encountered. Stamina. The man had it in spades. She’d already come twice and still he pressed deeper, kissing her, touching her, claiming her like a man possessed.

“God,” she moaned at last. “I don’t think I can take anymore.”

He chuckled. “Crying uncle so soon?” He shook his head as if disappointed. “You clearly need to work out more often.”

She narrowed her eyes and pointed toward her nightstand drawer. “My workout routine is solid.”

She instantly regretted her jest when Jason’s attention was diverted. She hastily tried to grab his arm when he reached to open the drawer. Unfortunately he’d fucked all the strength right out of her.

His gaze widened when he discovered her treasure chest of sex toys. “Holy shit, Kris. You’ve been holding out on me.”

She blushed, wondering what he must think of her. She’d never really thought her collection was that extreme until Zoey acted shocked to discover she owned five vibrators. And Kristen hadn’t even mentioned the dildo or butt plug.

Jason pulled out of her, much to her dismay, so that he could explore the assortment more fully. “I’m not sure, but I think I just fell in love with you,” he said at last.

She smacked him on the chest. “Dirty bastard.”

“Hey, they’re your toys. Not mine. I wish you’d shown me this an hour ago. Do you know how much fun we could have been having?”

Dear God. She was barely keeping up with him without the extra stimulation. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

He shook his head, then said, “We’ll start slow.”

She watched him grab the magic bullet from the drawer and groaned. He’d found her favorite toy in one.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You like this one, I see.”

She didn’t bother to deny it. She freaking loved it.

“Roll over,” he said, helping her twist from her back to her stomach. “And lift that sexy ass in the air.”

No sooner had she complied than he placed a playful smack on her bare bottom.

“Ouch.” She started to move away from him, but he laughed and held her in place.

“Just playing, Kris. Here.” He handed her the bullet, keeping the remote for himself. “Put that over your clit and hold it in place. I want to see how many times that little beauty will push you over before you really cry uncle.”

“Shit,” she whispered, but she put the tiny vibrator in place, knowing exactly where to hold it.

Jason slowly pressed back inside her pussy, thrusting a few times without triggering the remote. In fact, she’d almost forgotten about the toy, drawn back into the amazing friction his hard cock produced without it.

Then he turned the bullet on high, skipping over the lowest speeds completely.

Kristen screamed and almost dropped it, but Jason’s hand was there, ready and waiting to hold it in place. He continued to pump inside her as he held the bullet against her clit. She came once, twice, three times before Jason finally allowed her to lower the toy.

Then it was his turn. His grip on her hips tightened as he came with hard jerks. She’d thought herself beyond sensibility at that point, but he proved her wrong once more as his climax pushed her into yet another.

She collapsed beneath him, Jason following her down. They’d reduced each other to giant piles of goo. She was sticky, sweaty, clammy and shaky.

She’d never felt better.

Chapter Seven

In Nevada, adult toys and marital aids are illegal.

Kristen opened her eyes when the blinding sunlight became too much to ignore. She glanced to her left, fully aware of what she was going to find there. Even so, she felt a pang of panic when she spotted Jason sprawled out on his stomach, sleeping peacefully and looking perfectly wonderful in her bed.

She’d completely lost her mind. Crawling out of bed quietly, she tiptoed to the bathroom.

She needed some time. A few minutes to digest what had happened. To figure out the next move.

She stood at the sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Time wasn’t going to change anything. She’d had sex with Jason. And it was incredible. Mind blowing. Freaking out of this world.

Why had she ever thought sex didn’t matter in a relationship? Jason had certainly blown that misconception out of the water.

It mattered.

It
really
fucking mattered.

She splashed water on her face in an attempt to cool herself off. Her body was still thrumming from sex with Jason and if she wasn’t careful she’d give in to her more basic needs, crawl over the man and ring the bell for round two.

Studying a red love bite above her breast, she decided seconds didn’t sound so bad.

Then a buzzing sound caught her attention. She followed the sound back to the doorway of her bedroom where Jason had shed his jeans. His cell. Kristen reached into the pocket, ready to wake him and hand it to him when the name on the screen caught her attention.

Ashley.

Who the hell was Ashley? She tried to dismiss the thought. It was none of her business. She knew all about Jason’s so-called booty list. He’d bragged about it enough in the past.

Of course that knowledge had never bugged her before. Now it felt like a fist to the gut. The phone buzzed again. She didn’t even bother to respect his privacy, needing this slap in the face, this kick-start to her senses.

Someone named Donna wanted to know if he was interested in meeting for a late dinner and dessert.

Oh yeah. Suddenly it all came back to her. Why she’d avoided doing exactly what she’d just done. She gently placed the phone on the nightstand by his head, and then pulled some clothing from her dresser, throwing on a pair of pants and a T-shirt before Jason woke up.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped, surprised at being caught in the act of trying to sneak out of her own house. “I was trying not to wake you.”

He gave her a smirk. “Yeah. I noticed. Going somewhere?”

“Um. Yeah. I forgot I had plans.”

“What sort of plans?”

Her mind raced over plausible excuses. “Um. My, uh, grandmother. I’m meeting my grandma for brunch.”

Jason gave her an odd look. “Is this something new you’ve started?”

She nodded. How the hell was she supposed to lie to someone who knew her so well? “Yeah. She’s getting older and I thought maybe we should spend more time together.”

“That’s a nice idea. Are you sure you can’t meet up with her later?” He patted the mattress next to him. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

She struggled to put on her tennis shoe, hopping around on one foot. “Uh no. She was looking forward to brunch. Grandma just loves brunch.”

Jason laughed at her haste. “Where’s the fire?”

“Nowhere. I just don’t think it’s nice of me to keep my grandmother waiting. The poor woman is nearly eighty-five.”

She switched feet, intent on dragging the other shoe on, but she bounced against the doorframe. Hitting her shoulder hard. “Ouch. Dammit.”

“Kris. Take it easy.”

“I’m fine. Just late.”

Jason stood up, not bothering to hide the fact he was still completely naked. For one foolish second, she nearly said to hell with her pride and common sense and tore her clothes back off. His cock was hard, erect and ready for action.