“Jayden, this is great. I mean really great. You don’t even know me.”
“I want to.”
“I’m pretty sure I want that, too.” Agreeing with him seemed pretty natural.
“I’ll give you both numbers and you can make your own decision.”
“Thank you. Like, thank you so much. Which would you take?”
“Do what makes you happy, Hilary.” I nodded. He’d made it so simple. Just by narrowing it down to two choices, he’d simplified my life and took a huge burden off me.
“What makes you happy?” I asked as the waitress refilled his coffee.
“Things you might think are strange, that maybe we should save for a later date.”
“Come on, try me,” I said, taking a sip of my wine. I was feeling the effect of its magic as my body settled further into my seat, the pasta growing heavy in my belly. I was already drunk on the view across from me and elated as the pressure of finding a job rolled off my shoulders. It was heaven.
“A clean house, walking my retriever, Trip, good food, finishing a piece of furniture and delivering it, The Beatles. And I added kissing you about an hour ago.”
And that was the moment I knew I was onto something.
“Jayden, God,” I rasped as he continued to kiss my neck just below my ear.
Our kiss goodnight had turned into some serious, heavy petting and by the tenderness of my swollen lips told me had started over an hour ago. It took every bit of strength I had not to invite him in. Even if I did, I didn’t think he would do it seeing as how he hadn’t suggested it in any way since we started our hands on exploration over our clothes. We were kissing now as we had at the restaurant before we went inside. I was on his side of the truck, my arms around his neck as he brushed up and down my sides, barely grazing my breasts.
“I don’t want to stop,” he said as I moaned into his next kiss. When we separated, he bit down on my shoulder with his teeth and I cried out.
“I love that sound,” he whispered in a voice filled with sex.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded as my sex pulsed, begging for release.
“Fuck it,” he snapped, pulling me into his lap to straddle him right before he gripped the sides of my head as his mouth crashed into mine. I began rubbing myself over him, seeking the delicious friction I needed so badly.
“Damn, Hilary, I want you,” he said without apology, rubbing me back and forth over his obvious erection. I didn’t stop him when his hands finally found their way under my shirt and traveled to my chest, but broke away, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“There’s...”—gasp—“not much...”—gasp—“there.”
“Don’t you dare.” He captured my mouth again as I melted into him as his fingers whispered over my constricted nipples before he cupped one and molded it into his warm hand. I felt the pull begin as I kept moving over him, my entire body firing in agreement with my movement. “God, Jayden, I think...I’m going to come.”
He lifted my shirt just enough so he could cover my nipple with his tongue and I arched my back, letting go. I let out the fast, rapid gasps I typically did when I came. It was involuntary, but it was a habit of mine and I went with it. Jayden quickly pulled his hands from my shirt, gripping the sides of my head, watching my mouth as I finished hard in his lap. When it was over, I looked at him shyly.
“I’ll never get that image out of my head,” he said, licking my lower lip. Still fired up, his need bulging beneath me, he kissed me with everything in him and I took it, greedy for more. After another long, lust filled kiss, he adjusted my shirt and opened his door, pulling me out of the driver’s side with him. He walked me to the door and shook his head quickly, as if to ward off the lingering heat between us.
I wished him well with that. I would need a few cold showers even after that orgasm.
“I was just going to kiss you before dinner,” he said with a chuckle.
“How did that work out for you?”
“The same way it worked out for you. Please go inside before I get all Neanderthal.”
“Okay, but for the record, that was incredible.” I leaned in to kiss him quickly, but he jerked away his eyes in warning.
“I’m leaving now.” He walked away swiftly as I laughed and thanked him. He held up a hand, letting me know he heard me, but moved faster toward his truck.
I went inside, running through the apartment to see if Gerri was home from work yet. I opened her bedroom door to see an amazing and fully masculine ass pumping like hell in and out of my best friend. I shut the door, relieved neither of them had seen me and finally recognized the feel of the red panties on the knob as I closed it quietly. That was her bat signal.
‘Red panties on the door means Gerri’s being a whore’.
I damn near laughed out loud. It’d been a long time since those panties had made an appearance. That’s when the loud moaning finally registered. She’d clearly marked her room and I’d missed it because of the Jayden fog I’d been in.
HOLY SHIT.
Gerri was getting it on with Mike. It seemed like both of us were having a good night. I wiped the mental image of their sex out of my head. I had something much better to concentrate on in Jayden.
Deciding to give them their privacy, I put on my suit and decided to go for a midnight swim. I left quietly, hoping neither of them knew I’d been there, and made my way to the pool, attempting to creep in. Technically, the pool closed at night, but if you were quiet about it, no one ever really complained. I was fumbling in the dark blindly down the path when I ran right smack into a now familiar chest at the gate.
“Woman, I’m trying my best here.”
“Great minds,” I giggled as Jayden followed me inside the gate. “Does your roommate have the screamer back?”
“Yep, you?”
“Same scenario.” I could barely see him and the moon did little to help us. We were cloaked in darkness except the streetlight that seemed a mile away. Jayden threw a large towel on the lounge chair and jumped into the shallow pool, looking up at me. I walked slowly down the steps and made my way toward him.
“I walked in on them, you know,” I said in a husky and almost unrecognizable voice. “I didn’t see much.”
“Stay where you are. Don’t come any closer,” he warned.
“What if I want you to touch me, Jayden?”
“Then I’ll touch you, Hilary, but I don’t want to, not now.”
“Jayden,” I urged as I took a step closer.
“Fuck, the way you say my name.” I heard a splash as he hoisted himself out of the water to sit on the side of the pool. I kept my distance as he had asked. I really didn’t want to push it too far. If it ended with just sex between us...I wasn’t ready for it to end. And I wasn’t about to ask him as much. Not when the night had been so amazing to begin with. I’d let him keep his motives to himself.
“We did the old high school dry hump. It’s been a while,” I poked as I thought about how we’d fogged up his truck just minutes ago.
“Yeah, it was ...”
“Amazing,” I complimented.
“Yes, very,” he agreed. I sat on the steps on the opposite side of the pool.
“I was just about to text you,” he said, his beautiful chest barely visible, his voice covering me from the other side of the pool. “I was going to ask you out again.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said emphatically. “You’re the first date in a long time where I haven’t listed your flaws mentally after it was over.”
“Brutal honesty.” I laughed. “That’s comforting, I guess,” I piped, amused and straining to see as much of him as I could. I drifted into the pool, wading in the water.
“I’m kind of picky,” he admitted.
Oh...this is interesting.
“How so?”
“I have a few rules about the women I date.”