There was no way he was loving it more than me, my back arching off the mattress as he brought his mouth back to my nipple and sucked.
BOOM.
Like an explosion, my body splintered into a million pieces. My muscles contracted and then released in tiny waves as I collapsed against the bed and whispered his name over and over again.
“Yes,” he mumbled against my skin, thrusting his fingers inside of me and teasing out my orgasm. “Just like that, baby.”
My skin was hot and then cold, goosebumps breaking against the surface as I tried to slow my breathing. “Kiss me.”
There was no hesitation as he moved his mouth back to mine, my feeling of euphoria still echoing through my body as I relaxed onto my pillow. He was still hard, the new position enabling me to feel the steel rod in his boxer briefs as he continued to drive me out of my mind. It had to be painful, the need for release gnawing at him like it had been at me moments ago. But as I lowered my hand, he grabbed it, stopping me from getting any farther south and raising it back above my head.
I was sooooooo not in control.
“What are you doing, Presley?” He grabbed the other hand, caging me in and using his body for leverage. “Because I already told you, we’re not having sex.”
My hips lifted, rocking against him but not getting very far. He was not only taller and heavier but stronger too, and if he wanted to keep me still, there wasn’t a lot I could do. “Well that is incredibly dumb, Jared. You know it’s you who is going to suffer.”
He laughed, lowering his lips to my forehead and feathering a kiss. “Yeah, I know. And I don’t care. Now go back to sleep. I already told you I’m not taking responsibility for your mood later, and if I’m going to come hang out at Diablo, I’m going to need a nap too.”
I stilled, a little surprised he was taking the idea so seriously. Sure, I expected he’d show up, hang around a little and maybe drive me to work. He had a point to prove, and to be honest, I wasn’t disappointed for the company. We still hadn’t really talked about that night—and I was going to have to add this one to that conversation as well—so in a way I was glad. But at Diablo, well, there was no need. Bennett more than had it covered, and the walls were like a fortress, reinforced steel, lead lined—it was going to take a rocket launcher or a tank to break in.
“Jared, you don’t need to hang with me at work. I won’t have time to babysit and you’ll probably get bored. Besides, it’s your day off. I’m sure you have heaps to catch up on after spending the day with me.”
Laundry, groceries, the gym—both he and my brother had their little daily routine, and I didn’t want to get in the middle of it.
“Who said I needed babysitting,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m more than capable of entertaining myself. You will barely even notice me. And when you’re done, I’ll drive you home.”
He withdrew his fingers from my body, rolling to his side as he settled on the bed. “You going to let me stay?” His eyes tipped to the mattress. “Or you going to make me sleep on the couch like my pissed off future wife?”
“I should,” I warned, because despite the blistering orgasm, I was slightly pissed off. “But I’ll take pity on you and let you stay.”
“Good. And you might want to rethink that thing you’re wearing. Might as well have been naked.” He yawned into a grin.
“You’re right. Can you go turn off the lamp?” I pointed to the end table beside the couch throwing off more light than I’d like.
He grunted his agreement, readjusting himself before standing up and doing as I asked. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to enjoy the view, whipping my tangled nightie off my body and slipping between the sheets. After all, he’d mentioned he’d wanted it off earlier and we never got to that. And I didn’t have to be argumentative all the time.
His feet froze as he neared the bed, the crumpled pink satin on the floor hindering his path. I rolled onto my side, hiding my grin. “Night, Leighton.”
“Night, Presley.” The exhale long and hard as he tossed open the covers from his side and slid in. “Thank fuck this is a huge bed.”
Jared
CLEARLY, I’D HAD a messy breakup with sleep.
Not sure if she’d dumped my ass or it had been the other way around, but for the last few nights I’d spent more time contemplating the crown molding than catching the Zs I needed. Still, hard to close your eyes when the smoking-hot woman, you just made come, was laying naked beside you.
And I knew she was baiting me, tossing the scrap of fabric on the floor because she knew it would drive me crazy. Not that it covered much when it had been on her body, so not sure which way was better.
Seeing her sleeping naked when I’d walked in early that morning had been a kick in the balls. I’d gone home, showered, changed and picked up the key from Tibbs. He’d given me a pat on the back, the appreciation he was feeling thankfully left unspoken, so I didn’t feel like a complete jerk. He had no idea what he was doing and the kind of runaway train that was about to leave the station.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d made a silent commitment to both of us—him and me—that I wasn’t going to fuck his sister. Well, not at least in the immediate future. And not because I didn’t want to. But he was right to be worried about her, and I was too, wanting to do anything to make sure she was happy and whole. Best way to do that was to keep my dick in my pants and not complicate things. Or, more to the point, make them more complicated. So, sex with Presley—as much as I hated to admit it—was off the table.
But a naked Presley would test the resolve of a saint. And, fuck knows, I knew most of them. My mom had their framed pictures mounted on the wall, their smiling faces and judgmental eyes following you around the room like some Catholic parlor trick. But if Saint Michael had seen that dark-haired beauty, her dangerous curves barely contained by her covers, the man would have caved for sure.
She’d tried—or did she?—to cover up, throwing on some silky thing that did nothing to hide what was underneath. Instead it showcased it, curling around her hot body and just made things worse.
So . . . I compromised. My dick stayed in my pants as promised, but I also couldn’t ignore what was truly a gift. And given the opportunity to make Presley come, that was a chance I was not passing up.
Not.
A.
Chance.
And how was I rewarded for my good behavior? Condemned to sleep beside her with the silky torture device sitting on the floor while she lay naked. Oh, and I still had her voice ringing in my ear, my name repeated in a breathy moan as I’d made her come.
I needed to go to church.
Or confession.
Or, at the very least, gargle some fucking holy water because it was going to take a miracle for me to lose the hard-on. And hopefully at some point I would regain the feeling in my legs.
But sleep.
Not happening.
A soft and feminine moan notched up my misery, Presley not sharing the same predicament. Sated and sleepy, it hadn’t taken too long till her breathing evened out and she was asleep like she’d been when I’d walked in. But it had been a few hours, and a casual look at my phone had clued me in that it was getting closer to afternoon, the rest of the morning slipping away.