“I want you, Meek. You ready for me?”
Maybe it was my vulnerability that made him ask, but I didn’t want him to treat me as fragile. Dougie would do that after a fight: cherish me like he hadn’t thrown me around just moments before.
“Don’t you dare hold back and make me ask for it, Jay. If you want me, take me.”
He pushed into me before I could get any more words out. I gasped at his speed, at how he switched from the charm he showed everyone else to the ferocious desire he only had with me.
“No more obstacles, Meek. I’m finding that even a small one like Brady is making me crazy.”
He slid in and out of me, and I closed my eyes, nodding as he did. With his large hands on my hips, holding me to his rhythm but not giving me any room to hesitate, I couldn’t reply. Time stopped, planning stopped, my heart stopped. I was his and didn’t know what else existed as I clawed at his back and moaned his name.
Nothing made sense. I was supposed to be in the big city getting ahead in the film industry, not starting to enjoy small town life more than I’d ever enjoyed any other place I’d lived. It felt like my life was in a snow globe and Jay was shaking it all up.
Purposely.
Deliberately.
And with an end goal in mind.
I wasn’t sure I could handle the outcome, but getting there was getting me off faster than I’d ever imagined. I screamed his name as I climaxed, and he pounded into me more swiftly, finding his release a few moments after.
Our breaths came rapidly, but his smile was even quicker as he pecked my forehead and cheeks and then bit my bottom lip. “You taste as sweet as I remember, and you fuck better than I could ever imagine. And I imagined it, Meek. Many. Times.”
Lowering my legs, I tried not to let the compliment bring a smile to my face. “We need to get back out there.”
“Sure you don’t want another go? I paid good money for this fun house.”
My mouth about dropped as I glanced down to see he was ready to go again. My eyes widened. Before I could even think to be nervous about what we’d find outside the fun house, I started laughing. “You’re crazy.”
“You’re hot, and that little home you got between your legs for me is damn near impossible to stop thinking about.” He waggled his eyebrows like he was going to get some.
Even rumpled and completely disheveled, Jay looked like he belonged on a magazine cover. Maybe more so than usual. And the fact that he was still trying to charm me into sleeping with him after we had done just that proved he was the same old Jay.
He started forward, but I shook my head at him. “Put it away, Jay. Think of something else. We have to get through the night before we do anything else. Think bad thoughts.”
“I am.” He chuckled but zipped his jeans back up.
The post-high of my orgasm had gone to my head. A curl fell over his forehead as he straightened his shirt and pockets. Running my hands through it now would have been asking for a repeat. One I wanted but was sure I shouldn’t.
Jay Stonewood had finally cracked the shell of our friendship and broken through to something more. I wasn’t sure if I should cry for the loss of that safe little haven the shell provided or be elated we had the freedom to finally explore the world of our lust. I knew I had to try, though. I knew I’d try just about anything for him.