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The woman simultaneously turns me on and scares me shitless with only the look in her eyes, and now I have to lie so we don’t wind up in the elevator together.
The box rips apart at the seams, the most beautiful rainbow of dildos and vibrators flying through the air between us in—I swear to God—slow fucking motion. Jennie’s eyes lock with mine, wide and horrified, as a particularly meaty fucker with a suction cup base slaps me across the face. It clatters to the ground, the length of it—why the hell is it so damn long?—pumping up and down and winding in circles, spinning around the hardwood like a bad break-dancer.
If I’m being honest, I absolutely want to see him mostly naked and soaking wet. A mental flick pick I can file away in my Flickapedia for future usage. Like tonight. Yes, I’m 100 percent gonna flick it to the image of Garrett Andersen. Sue me.
I already can’t look Carter in the eye. I know what his little sister does at nighttime, and I kinda wanna help her out. Especially now that I’ve seen her tits.
“I asked if you were coming, but you were too busy staring at my ass, you wiener.” She gestures at her bare legs. “Is this gonna be a problem, or do you need me to put pants on?” I honestly don’t know how to answer that. Yes, it’s going to be a problem. No, please don’t put pants on.
Garrett is kind, easy to be with despite the awkwardness, and he makes all my hot spots light up like a glow stick. The man has somehow managed to flood my basement with only one kiss.
Well, that won’t work. Absolutely not. If I can’t have her, nobody else on this team gets her.
I changed my mind. I want her, and I’m gonna have her. Carter walks away, leaving his sister glaring at me, and when she flips me the double bird, I know that only God can help me now. Fuck me, I’m going for it anyway.
Our chemistry is off the charts, don’t you think? I go all tongue-tied, you scream at me ’til you’re hot and bothered, and all the while I’m thinking about throwing your legs over my shoulders and gorging on my favorite dessert.” I kiss the hollow spot below her ear, reveling in her shiver. “That’s you, sunshine. You’re my favorite dessert.”
“There’s something about your bossy-as-fuck attitude that screams ‘boss me the fuck around in bed.’”
“What’s the matter? What happened to all that attitude?” I haul her forward, lips at her ear. “Am I in charge?”
Me: Can u at least come be a brat at my place? Sunshine: OMG! It’s like you’re obsessed with me or something.
Her eyes slice sideways, landing on Jennie and Jaxon. J&J. JJ. J². Those all sound stupid. Stupid J’s. G&J sounds way better, if I were to put any two totally random letters of the alphabet together.
I don’t want to break her; I want to show her she’s already whole. I want to be her best friend, the person she comes to when she needs help, like she did tonight. I want to be the one she opens herself up to without holding back. I want her to show me it all while I promise to keep those parts safe.
I wrap my fingers around her throat, watching her face as she climbs toward that peak. It’s getting harder to be gentle with her. Lately, all I want to do is bend her over, fuck her so hard she forgets her own name. Rip her to pieces then put her back together. I want her to scream that she’s mine, and I want her to mean it.
“I’m so fucking tired of pretending.” “Pretending what?” It’s nothing but a breathy whisper as he prowls toward me, matching each of my steps backward. His strong hands cup my face, piercing gaze locked on mine as he looms above me. My heart slams in my chest as his thumb sweeps across my lower lip, and his eyes dip, watching as my lips part on a jagged inhale, before flipping back up to mine. “I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m not in love with you.”
“You are enough, Jennie. I used to be scared of how enough you were, unattainable almost. I wasn’t sure I could stack up. But I know now. Everything I was missing was something you brought with you, evening me out. I realized I was never not enough; I was waiting for you so we could be whole together.”
“I want you to strip me down, render me powerless, and fuck me so hard, until I can’t walk and the shape of your cock is imprinted inside me.”
I want to be deeper, until she can feel me again in her fucking throat. I want to memorize the way she feels around me, like we were always made to fit together, the final two pieces of a puzzle.
“Fuck, Jennie.” I grip her hips and piston forward. “Sometimes I just wanna fucking … destroy you. Fuck you until you feel weightless, like you’re floating and you can’t feel anything else. Fuck you so hard you can feel me even when I’m gone.” I haul her up to me, back pressed to my chest as I hold onto her throat. “You’re perfection, flawless, and all I wanna do is mark you with reminders that you’re mine and I’m yours, that we belong to each other.”
I’m not going to let her be just my Sunday night anymore. I want her to be my sleepy Monday morning, my thank-fuck-it’s-Friday, my stay-in-bed Saturday, and all the other days too.
