Unable to take the slow pace anymore, I roll him over on his back and begin unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, his hands glide each strap down my arms, eventually discarding my bra. Sliding his hands down my shoulders and arms, he rests them on my hips right before he grabs my ass, thrusting me against his hard bulge. As I bend down to kiss his chest, I grab the sides of his shirt, pulling him up. I can feel every ab tighten as he uses them in order to sit up. My hands slowly push his shirt off his defined shoulders and I watch as it falls onto the lounger.
Reaching down, my unsteady fingers unbuckle his belt and remove it. The metal flops down on the pillowed chaise, and I continue making my way into his pants while he kisses my neck and his hands massage my ass. Once I have them unzipped, I begin to stroke his long length. Shifting side to side, I know he’s taking off his shoes and socks, but I gasp when he stands up, holding me against him. His pants fall to the floor and he steps out of them before laying me back down on my back. “Hmm…we’re both in our underwear, what should we do now?” he teases, grabbing a blanket. Surprisingly, I haven’t felt the cold weather at all. Then again, I am sheltered in a cabana with two giant heaters, while being cradled by my own personal heat source.
He lies down on top of me, covering our bodies with the blanket. Shifting to his side, chills spread across my stomach as the back of his fingers graze down my body. He gently moves my thong to the side and inserts his finger in me before withdrawing it, making sure I’m completely wet. “I love everything about your body…it’s like having cake and a Popsicle at the same time. It starts off so soft and sweet, but soon turns wet and sticky. I can’t get enough of you. I don’t see that ever changing.” He smiles as he thrusts another finger in me, and my eyes close from pure bliss. In response, I pull his boxers down.
“I’m already wet…make me sticky,” I whisper and he climbs on top of me. Positioning himself at my opening, he slides my thong over and enters me slowly. He remains quiet, circling his hips and gazing into my eyes. Love pours from his piercing blue irises. I grab his shoulders, pulling him into me, needing him closer. With his mouth right by my ear, his breath tickles my neck. Soon, his groans become louder and my moans become more rapid. I grip him harder, pressing his body as tight as I can against mine. Our breathing grows erratic, and I scream his name and clench around him right before I feel Grant pump into me twice. His spent body stills, falling on top of me.
He rests his arms on either side of my face and drops of sweat land on my forehead. “You got your wish, baby. You’re definitely sticky now,” he laughs and drops his lips onto mine. “I love you, Jessa,” he murmurs.
Grant slides over and straightens the blanket over us, although I’m still sweaty from our workout. We lie down on our sides, facing each other. “We should get going to Sam’s,” I say, even though the last thing I want to do is leave our small paradise.
He brings his hand to my face, tucking a loose strand behind my ear. There seem to be more of those lately since I’ve been growing my hair out. “We have time…hell…we don’t even have to go.” He leans forward and gives me a kiss. “You’re the most beautiful girl…ever,” he tells me softly. I don’t want to go, but I need to bring closure to that part of my life, especially in order for me and Grant to move on with ours.
“Thank you,” I say, accepting his compliment.
“You never have to thank me for telling you how beautiful you are. It’s just a fact.” He lays his head on the pillow and stares over to me.
I lean up on my elbow and place my hand on his chiseled chest. “Thank you for this. I hate to admit it but…you just won,” I joke, and he pulls me into a fierce hug.
“I get to pick your tattoo,” he gloats and a laugh escapes me.
I shift my body on top of his larger, harder one. “You better pick something good.” I playfully push his chest and he chuckles.
“You’re going to get a ‘G’ on the right,” he says, smacking my ass cheek, “and a ‘B’ on the left.” He smacks the other side and then massages the sting.
“I knew I should’ve put conditions on this bet,” I kid, starting to get up but he pulls me back down.
Both his hands grab hold of my ass. “Do you really think I would cover this amazing ass? But…always remember…it’s mine.” He smirks, and with one last squeeze of my ass cheeks, he releases me.
“A little possessive, are we?” I joke, standing up to get dressed. He comes up behind me, sliding my bra straps up my arms.
“Only with you, baby,” he whispers in my ear, while his hands reach forward, snapping my bra back into place. How does this boy keep making me fall in love with him more each minute?
Chapter 20
Grant
Jessa seems a little worried about me winning the bet. Although I already know what I want her to get, I’m going to surprise her with it tomorrow at the tattoo parlor. Reaching over, I grab her chilled hand, entwining our fingers. When she looks over and smiles at me, my stomach flutters and I know this is exactly where I should always be.
Regret consumes me, thinking about how I brought all that shit up at dinner. Who the hell cares where I work, how much money I make, or where I live? As long as she’s by my side, everything else is secondary.
But no matter how hard I try to stay focused on that line of thinking, I can’t. She deserves a life like the one she was brought up in, and unfortunately, love doesn’t pay the bills. God, if it did, Jessa and I would be rich, living in a mansion on some beachfront.
We pull up to the house party and it’s typical to the ones in Western. I park along the street and hold Jessa’s hand in mine as we walk up the sidewalk. It’s so cold that almost everyone is inside. Only a guy throwing up in the bushes and a group of girls smoking on the porch are brave enough for the frigid weather.
The shift in Jessa’s demeanor has been evident since we passed the ‘Welcome to Boulder’ sign. I wish I could take the discomfort away from her, and I pray that attending this party isn’t the worst idea ever. Squeezing her hand, I smile to reassure her when she looks up at me. Her lips turn up in return, but the carefree Jessa has disappeared. Right then, my plan changes. We’re going to have a drink and then get the fuck out of here. She doesn’t need to go through this turmoil.
Once we make it inside, it becomes obvious that Sam doesn’t usually hang out with the tattooed and pierced variety of people. We automatically spot Trey and he waves his hand at us. I lead us to him, dodging the bodies that are dancing and mingling. When we get to the small dining room area, we maneuver our way over to Trey and Kailey. After the polite hellos and hugs, I notice Brady and Sadie in the kitchen, talking with a couple of people I don’t know. “Where’s Sam?” Jessa shouts over the music. Trey points to the dance floor, where I see her grinding up against Dex, who has his hands on her hips. Jessa spots them and then turns to Trey. “What the fuck? He better not just use and toss her like he does the rest.” She jabs her finger into Trey’s chest.
He grabs her finger, frowning down at her, before pulling her into a bear hug. He whispers something in her ear, and she smiles before backing away. Kailey appears confused by the whole exchange. I hope she understands that she has no reason to worry about Trey and Jessa.
Trey hands me a beer. I try to hand it to Jessa, but she shakes her head no, so I hand it back to Trey. If I have to drive tonight, I’m not about to drink, especially through these mountains. The winding roads still scare the shit out of me. Jessa’s eyes seem to be everywhere but on me. I watch her observe all the faces and bodies around the room, paying particular attention when someone enters through the front door. I have to get her out of here and fast, before she has some kind of panic attack.