Friends With Full Benefits (Friends With… Benefits Series (Book 2)) (17 page)

"Wait."

Returning to Earth, he looked up at her face. "Sorry. I, uh..."

She gave him a gentle smile as she touched his chin. "Just lie here next to me."

He crawled up on the bed, and they lay side-by-side, making out. Moving back from him a bit, she smiled. "Now this, you know how to do."

Grinning, he kissed her again before moving down to her breasts and sucking and licking them like a pro. Her eyes rolled back as she pulled his head closer into her chest. "Oh, yes," she groaned.

He moved back up and kissed her. Taking his hand, she guided it between her legs and showed him how to touch her. He watched her closely as she responded to their combined fingers. He studied her face as she gasped with her eyes closed and her brow furrowed.

She rolled onto her back, and he lay next to her with his fingers deep inside her and his palm resting on her swollen clitoris.

"Harder," she moaned.

He listened; she bucked her hips up and down. Grabbing his finger, she placed it directly where she wanted to be touched. "Just rub me... there."

He rubbed her faster and faster; she moved her hips up and down. She moaned loudly as he pressed a little harder. Holding her breath, she lifted her hips off the bed, her muscles straining. He slipped his fingers inside, curled them up toward her belly button, and hit the right spot. She screamed out with a huge release. She gyrated her hips, panted, and grabbed his hand to keep him from moving it. Relaxing her body fully on the mattress, she gently held his hand as they lay there, recovering.

She smiled. "Well, you really know how to do that part, too."

"Beginner's luck... But the oral sex... Uh, not so good?" He looked up, dreading her response.

Turning toward him, she traced a finger along his forearm. "It started... good, I guess. You just need some practice. There’s a big learning curve there."

"Okay, I'll work on it."

After they shared a smile, she looked down at his penis, grinned, and grabbed it for Round Two.

When Jim awoke, Caroline was gone, but she had left him a note with her phone number next to his wallet, which still had three hundred dollars inside. He had locked the remaining $7,000 inside the room safe while she was filling the bathtub the previous night. He was smitten with her—and horny—but not stupid. He wore a smile that would not go away as he got dressed and headed down to the casino.

He bought five hundred dollars' worth of chips at the blackjack table and lost it in about four minutes. After dropping another five hundred, he got the hell out of the casino with more than $6,000 in cash still in his wallet. He went to the gift shop and bought a two-hundred-dollar pair of sunglasses and hung them on the collar of his shirt.

He walked out to find Jillian and Brian heading to the front desk. He was beaming, and Brian noticed. "Looks like you had a good night."

"Oh, the best."

The three of them stood at the front desk as the clerk printed up a copy of the bill and handed it to Jillian. The clerk asked, "Ms. Grayson, should I put that on your American Express?"

"Yes, please." Looking at the bill, she frowned. "Fourteen hundred eighty-seven dollars and sixteen cents? This can't be right."

She held it so Brian could see. He glanced at the bill. "The Plato Suite, $800!"

Slipping his sunglasses over his eyes, Jim grinned. "I upgraded."

"Two in-room massages, $400. What, you needed a massage to relax after your massage?" Brian asked in complete amazement.

"I had a friend over."

Jillian and Brian shared a shocked look. Just then Caroline spotted him as she stood with her sister in the lobby. She called out, "Hey, James."

Turning to her, Jim removed his sunglasses, smiled, then rushed over while Jillian and Brian stared at him in disbelief. When Jim reached her, he laughed and touched her arm as he leaned in close to whisper something in her ear.

After shaking his head, Brian whispered to Jillian, "He’s paying you back."

Jim turned back, slipped on his sunglasses, and headed to the desk, wearing a huge smile. He walked up the clerk and took out his wallet. "Is it too late to pay cash?"

"No."

Opening his wallet, Jim counted out fifteen $100 bills, and handed them to the clerk. He turned to Brian. "My treat."

They just stared at him, dumbfounded.

He asked, "What?"

"Where did you get $1500?"

"You mean, where did I get $7,000?"

Brian's eyes widened, "Seven… Yeah, where?"

"The casino."

Jim turned to the clerk, who returned his change. Then he asked Jillian, "Do you want me to get the car from the valet?"

"Sure, yeah..." she replied mesmerized.

"Do you have the ticket?"

She shook her head, came back to Earth, then reached into her purse and handed over the ticket.

Looking at Caroline, Jim smiled and waved.

She yelled back, "Call me, James."

"James?" Brian asked sarcastically.

Jim turned to him then raised his sunglasses off his nose. "Nash... James Nash." Dropping the sunglasses back into position, he gave them a slight grin.

They watched him in awe as he headed toward the valet station.

From the backseat, during the drive home, Jim shared the whole story. He told them in great detail about how he won over seven grand, and how the prostitute propositioned him and offered him anal sex. When Jillian heard the A-word, she secretly squeezed Brian’s knee. Jim went on to tell them how he met Caroline, and everything they did together.

Jillian wanted all the explicit details, and he shared them. She asked if she could use this in her next book, and he agreed. As Jim shared the story, both Jillian and Brian glanced at each other with a sexy look that screamed they wanted to pull to the side of the road and do it. Of course, that wasn't an option.

As they pulled into the Nash driveway, Jim noticed his parents' car was gone. He said, "That’s weird. They must be out."

After Jim and Jillian climbed out of the car, Brian rolled down the window and smiled. "You guys behave yourselves while you’re alone together. No showering." He backed the car of the driveway and drove away.

Jim asked, "Where’s he off to?"

"Visiting some old friend. I think his name is Rick," Jillian replied as they headed into the house.

As Jillian washed her hands in the bathroom, she heard Jim loudly call her name. She rushed out, followed his voice into the master bedroom, and found him standing in the middle of a sitting room, off the bedroom, filled with sex paraphernalia.

They both stood speechless as their eyes went from one item to the next. A sex swing, a cabinet with assorted dildos sitting on top of it, along with harnesses and strap-on mechanisms of every size and shape. In the center was a video camera, and on the wall, a large plasma TV. There wasn’t a single window in the room, and in one corner there was a door to a small closet. They looked open-mouthed at each other.

"What the hell is this?" Jillian asked.

"Got me. There's a bolt lock on the door, and it was always locked. My father’s valuable stamp collection was
supposed
to be in here."

"How’d you—"

"I just noticed it was open and, uh..."

Jim’s words died in his throat as his eyes fell on a mannequin head that sat on a small table. Jillian’s eyes were also locked on the head. Secured on the head was a harness with a giant, black dildo protruding from the mouth area. They walked to it and just stared.

"Which one of them do you think wears this?" Jillian asked.

"I, uh, sure hope my dad does, I think..."

She cringed. "I guess either one of them could."

"Huh," he said, nodding absently while still studying it.

"How do you breathe in that thing?" she asked, her brow furrowed.

Before he could respond, they heard a noise from inside the house. They both plainly heard his mother’s voice as she said, "Hurry up before the kids get back."

Jillian and Jim quickly headed to the bedroom, then toward the hall. Seeing a shadow coming toward them, Jim turned and pushed Jillian back inside the sex room. They shared a panicked look. He pointed to the closet, and Jillian opened it and slipped inside. He went back and swung the door to the bedroom until it was open only about an inch or so, exactly as he'd found it. Then he rushed into the small closet and closed the door. They both stood in the dark area, holding their breath and listening. The light from under the door lit up the room just slightly.

First they heard footsteps on the hardwood floor, then a door’s bolt lock turning and a belt buckle opening.

"Aren’t you forgetting something?" Beverly asked in a harsh tone.

"Oh, sorry."

After a moment, they began in unison, "Oh, Higher Power, please forgive us as we surrender to the pleasures of the flesh. We know that having sexual relations while not attempting to conceive is a sin, but we are weak, and we know not what we do. Amen."

As Jillian and Jim’s eyes adjusted to the light, they stood a foot apart and made crazy eyes at each other. Jim quietly moved to sit on the floor, and Jillian joined him. Next, they heard the belt buckle jingling, then clothing being unzipped and removed.

Beverly said, "We don’t have time for any toys; just get hard, so I can suck you."

Jim's and Jillian’s mouths dropped open.

Edward said, "Yeah that’s it, you filthy whore, suck it."

Jillian mouthed,
"OH MY GOD"
as Jim stared back at her, shaking his head. She paused, thinking, then smiled and pulled out her cell phone. She hit a key; the screen came to life and lit up her face. Jim pulled his phone out and did the same.

She typed a text:
Brian, get the hell back here now. We need you.

She hit "Send" and turned the phone to Jim, so he could see the message. She turned the phone back to herself, hit some keys, then turned it back to him to show him she had put it in silent mode. She pointed to his phone, and he got the message and did the same. Her phone lit up and vibrated, and she saw it was Brian calling. She let it go to voicemail and typed another message. Jim moved to watch what she typed as the sex noises from the room grew more disgusting, explicit, and louder.

Don’t call. Can’t talk. Come home now. Trapped in your parents’ sex room closet. Get them out of the house any way you can, but don’t let them know we’re in here.

Brian's text immediately shot back,
What sex room??????

The one in that locked room in your parent’s bedroom.

Seriously?

JUST GET YOUR ASS THE HELL HERE NOW!

Be there in 5.

Jim motioned his fingers between them both and pointed to their phones. She got the message that he wanted to text back and forth with her, but then he pointed to her phone and gave her a quizzical look that said,
"I don’t know your number."
After hitting some keys on her phone, she turned the screen to him. He quickly set her up as a contact, typed a message, and hit send.

Before she received the message, they heard Edward say, "I’m going to fuck you with my dirty dick." They shared a horrified look, then Jillian checked her phone.

This is messed up.

Jillian typed back, "Your parents are freaks, and you guys didn’t think they did it. Well, they do.

LOL

Higher Power????????

They belong to this church. It’s like a cult

Oh

From the room, they heard rustling and banging, and suddenly fingers appeared under the door and gripped the bottom of it. They both moved back, frightened. The door shook as Beverly said, "Harder." Suddenly overcome by the horrible odor of dirty sex, Jillian covered her nose. Jim made a face, and she began to text:

Do you smell that?

OMG please kill me!

They won’t let you masturbate in the house, but they can do things that are illegal in 60 countries!

LOL but can we talk about something else?

Please

Sorry about that shower thing yesterday.

It was my fault. I jumped in with you... by mistake

I know, but I didn’t need to have that boner