He’d chosen me.
Don’t run away with yourself, Flick. He didn’t choose you. You were there. Convenient. Like a grab-and-go snack. I shut the intrusive thoughts out. There would be time to analyze and regret later.
“You have too many fucking clothes on,” his voice was rough against my skin, as he worked my Raiders sweater up and over my head. The thin tank underneath molded to my curves and Jason’s eyes homed straight in on the swell of my breasts. “Gorgeous,” the word formed on his lips.
I slipped my hand between us, desperate to feel his skin, to explore his body, sculpted to perfection from hours and hours of physical conditioning. But he snagged my wrist, smirking at me. It was almost dark now, the canvas of stars twinkling down on us like distant spectators; only the silvery hue of the moon illuminating our profiles. If it was possible, it made him look even more devastating.
“Ja—”
“Ssh.” He silenced me with a finger pressed against my lips again, while his other hand slid down my chest, trailing a path between the valley of my breasts, and down my stomach. I sucked in a harsh breath when he grazed the waistband of my leggings but it didn’t deter Jason. He continued his exploration of my body, touching and kneading, smoothing his fingers over my skin. But when he dipped his hand inside my leggings, I could barely contain the moan building in my throat.
“So fucking wet,” he said gruffly, not giving me chance to catch my breath or process what was happening, as he pressed a finger inside me.
“Oh God,” I moaned, rocking against his hand, needing more.
Needing so much more.
My head dropped back, exposing my neck and collarbone to him. Answering my silent plea, Jason dipped his head kissing the hollow of my throat, sucking gently. Driving me wild.
“Jase,” I panted, the intrusion of a second finger making me wince. But only for a second, as pleasure flowed through me like a gentle wave.
I was lost in the intense sensations. The warm current flowing between us, through us. The intimate position. The feel of his hot mouth around my breast as he worked his fingers inside me, circling his thumb over my clit.
“I’m so close,” I whispered, barely able to recognize my own voice. My legs began to shake as Jason went deeper, harder. I’d never let anyone touch me like this before. Not the way Jason did. As if it wasn’t about my pleasure at all, but his. As if my body was his to play however he wanted.
It occurred to me, in that moment, maybe it was.
I dropped my head to look at him. Sure enough, he was watching me with eyes so dark they looked black. A lazy smirk was plastered on his face as he increased the tempo.
“You like my fingers inside you?” he asked as if I could possibly respond with anything other than a small nod.
“Oh God, Jason...” I couldn’t breathe, my orgasm slamming into me like a tsunami.
“Come for me, Felicity,” he rasped, still watching me. “Come all over my fingers.”
His dirty words sent me over the edge, as my body clamped down. I took a shuddering breath, trying to swallow down the urge to call his name over and over.
I collapsed into him, sliding my hands around his neck. But Jason pushed me back, his eyes narrowed and clouded as he slowly brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.
My tummy clenched.
Christ, he was beautiful. A dark and dangerous angel.
“What?” I asked as he continued watching me, but his cell vibrated, cutting through the thick silence that had descended over us. Jason leaned around me and grabbed it.
“Is there a problem?” I asked when I noticed he’d gone tense beneath me.
“We should go. Everyone’s meeting at Bell’s.” His voice was cold, detached, and I knew whatever had just happened between us was over.
I tried to temper the dejection squeezing my heart as I clambered off him and sat back in the passenger seat. He handed me my sweater without a word, fired up the engine and backed out of the sandy lot.
It wasn’t until ten minutes later, when I climbed out of his car trying to reconcile what had just happened, I realized he hadn’t let me touch him. Before he got the text, before the temperature had cooled a gazillion degrees between us, Jason had gotten me half-naked and played my body the way he played the game: sure and confident and one hundred percent in control.
But he hadn’t let me touch him back.
If we hadn’t been interrupted would he have?
Something told me it was better not to ask... because I probably wouldn’t like the answer.
Chapter Eight
Jason
Bell’s was crammed, everyone showing up to celebrate with the team. We usually partied at Asher’s, but since his parents were in town, we’d come to the bar instead.
“Hey,” he said, waving me over. “Where’s Fee?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“You didn’t offer to bring her?”
“No I didn’t offer to bring her. What am I, her damn babysitter?”
Asher eyed me carefully. “What’s up? You seem pissy?”
My brow arched. “Thatcher sending his cousin to do his dirty work not enough reason to be pissed?”
“Yeah, I just thought... it doesn’t matter.”
He wanted to ask about Felicity; it was right there in his eyes. But she was the last thing I wanted to talk about—especially with him.
I’d fucked up again earlier. I should never have driven her out to the lake and kissed her. Or put your hands on her.
She just made it all so damn easy. Nothing like Jenna or the other girls I was used to being around. Felicity was just content being there; talking and listening. And some of the shit that came out of her mouth... well, it was gold dust, and strangely, I found myself craving whatever weird assed sentence was going to come out of her pouty mouth next. But nothing was as intriguing as the way she let me handle her body. She handed me complete control, as if she trusted me with every fiber of her being. Which was ironic considering I was the last person on Earth she should trust.
Despite her serious lapse in judgement where I was concerned, Felicity was a smart girl who gave as good as she got. But when I put my hands on her skin, my mouth on hers, something changed. It was addictive.
She was addictive.
But she was also off-limits for so many fucking reasons I should probably make a list.
Yeah, she’d love that.
I fought a smile.
“What’s got you grinning like the Cheshire Cat?” Asher nudged me, taking a long pull on his beer.
“Nothing, just thinking.” His frowned deepened as if I was a puzzle he was trying to solve.
“How’s the ribs?”
“I’ll live.” I shrugged, chugging down my beer. Thatcher’s cousin had gotten in a couple of hard digs, and I had a nice bruise forming, but it wasn’t enough to do any real damage.
Just then, the door swung open and Cameron and Hailee walked in, Felicity trailing in behind them, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
Fuck.
I hadn’t anticipated seeing her again tonight.
“There he is,” Grady called. “Get over here, Rocky Balboa, drinks are on the house.”
The whole place cheered causing Cam to duck his head.