Jase (9 page)

“God, you are so soft. I could touch you for days.” He delighted in the feeling of her inner thighs against the outside of his legs, her hips cradling him in
heat
. His fingers drew circles and lines on
skin
that was creamy and soft, and then she moved and shifted with him as he rocked deeper inside her. He tried to memorize everything that made her unique, all that made this singular and memorable,
and in
that instant, Jase knew he would never be able to get enough of her.
Never enough
, he thought,
so right
.

Her teeth gripped his shoulder as she bit sharply, and he thrust deep inside her in reaction to the sweet sting, his breath gasping in her ear, tongue teasing along her collarbone. “You like a little pain, baby?
Little
teeth? God,” he gasped again. “Me, too.”

Curling his body around hers, his hands slid underneath her, cupping her ass and lifting to a different angle so he could stroke deeper, entering her more fully. He increased the pace, ignoring a twinge of pain in his groin.

He whispered
about
her body, her touches. “God, you feel so good. Mmmm, yeah, move like that again. Oh, fuck me, baby. Everything you do feels good.” He changed pace, circling his hips with each deep thrust. “Feel my cock inside you? How we fit? Feel that velvety slip and slide?” He tightened his hands, pulling her harder against him. “My favorite kind of ride, that
slip
and slide. So good.” Brushing his lips across her cheek, he found her mouth and kissed her hard and desperate. “Touch me, baby. Your hands. God. So good, DeeDee. It feels like a trail of fire left
behind by
your hands, my skin on fire for you.” Her palms flattened against his back, the heat of their breath mixing as they kissed, his tongue twisting and pushing into her mouth, tracing the inside of her teeth, teasing
against
her tongue. She reacted to his words, gasping and tightening around him until he didn’t know if he could hold back much longer.

Pleased when she jerked under him, he stroked her sides as she arched her back, her hips pulling back and then moving forward against his plunging cock. There was an increased pressure around him as she found her release, her pussy clenching his cock tightly while she shuddered underneath him. Jase gasped, letting go the tenuous grip he retained and cresting the wave with her, calling her name, “DeeDee. Baby, now. Now. Oh, God.” Pressing deep, he thrust hard, grinding the base of his cock into her clit. “So good, so fucking good.” She was matching every pulse from him with a clench of her inner muscles, drawing out his orgasm.

Arms shaking, he slowly relaxed on top of her, his forehead pressed into the pillow next to her head, finally
panting
out a question when he thought he could speak coherently again. “Am I too heavy?” He knew he was, but couldn’t move yet; nonetheless, it seemed polite at least to ask, acknowledging the imposition, as it were. She surprised him with her response, nose dragging along his chest so she could lick at his nipple. He thought it was probably the only thing she could reach with him crushing her like this.

“Not heavy. I like it,” she said quietly, her hands slowly sliding up and down his sides.

“Gimme a minute to catch my breath. That was a great workout, good cardio,” he joked, laboriously lifting and shifting onto his elbows, their bellies and hips still pressed together. Kissing her softly, he licked his sweat off the tip of her nose, telling her, “God, baby. That was good.”

She smiled up at him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth before agreeing softly, “Yeah, it was.”

He was softening, so he reached down to hold the condom in place as he moved, sliding out of her with a groan. She made a complaining noise too, which made him smile. Now came the part he usually hated, the cleanup process, which was generally followed by awkward silences or stilted conversation. There was a light touch on his arm and he looked down; her hand was there, offering him a tissue. Surprised, he accepted it and wrapped up the condom, placing it on the bedside table for later disposal. He turned back in time to see her slipping out of the other side of the bed.

Looking at him, she tapped her fingers on the edge of the mattress for a
minute
and then nodded decisively. “I’m going to shower,” she said. “You’re welcome to join me, or not.” With that, she turned and, seeming unconscious of her nudity, walked across the room to the doorway, rummaging in her bag for a moment and coming up with what looked like a t-shirt and panties. She walked out of the room and left him gaping at the doorway. No demands for cuddle time, no pushy questions. Hot in bed,
easy
out of it—this might be his perfect woman.
But what if I wanted cuddle time?
he thought with a silent snort.

He lay back in bed for a moment, fingers questing in the crease of his hip, finding the troubling, but still tiny bulge there. Pressing on it, he hissed as the pain bloomed sharply then decreased just as quickly when he released the pressure.
I’m a fucking hockey player,
he thought.
I’ve played with broken ribs before. A little groin pull ain’t no big thang.

Laughing at himself, he rolled out of bed to pursue her into the bathroom and opened the shower door with a loud, “Here you are. For a
moment
there, I thought you escaped me, eh? No escape for you, my lovely.” Closing the door behind him, he pulled her into an embrace, tilting her head up with two fingertips underneath her chin. “No rest for the wicked, either,” he said as he kissed her, hands roaming her body. “Oh, would
ya
look at that. You are a dirty, dirty girl. I can fix that. Let me help you.”

By the time he had to leave the next morning, they had used not only that second condom, but also an additional few that
he left
the suite to buy. She wouldn’t let him call room service for the purchase, and laughingly wrestled him for the phone before he acquiesced and pulled his jeans on commando in his haste to return quickly. She willingly used that same phone to order breakfast, however, getting a variety of pancakes, eggs, and meats they ate in bed. Some of which he might have eaten off her, the syrup providing too much of a lure to resist.

Their breakfast in bed led to another shower, where he slowly ate his fill of her, too. His fingers explored every fold and crease, firm pressure of his tongue on her clit bringing her higher and higher. He drew out and extended her orgasm until her legs failed and she slid down the tile wall to join him on the floor.
Draping her body across his, he held her close as she dozed. They relaxed, the hot water splashing on his chest, ricocheting up into her face, dampening her hair and causing lickable beads of water to form on her lips.

Driving to Mica’s house, he mentally reviewed the vision of what he unwillingly left behind.
Sleeping on her stomach, she was draped sideways across the bed, pillows underneath her hips from him taking her from behind the last time, his fingerprints still visible in dark, red marks on her skin.
Thinking,
My baby’s too thin;
she needs someone to take care of her
, he
kissed
the marks gently, hoping they wouldn’t bruise. Then, fully dressed, he slipped into bed beside her.

Pushing her hair back so he could see her face, he traced a fingertip across th
e scattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Grinning as her eyes opened no more than halfway, he
watched as a contented smile tipped up the corners of her oh-so kissable mouth. She said, “Hey,” in an adorably sleepy voice and he laughed.
I could get used to that
, he thought.

“I gotta go, baby,” he whispered, pressing his cheek against hers. “I left my number next to your phone. Call me.” He waited for her response, drawing back when it wasn’t forthcoming. “I’m serious. Call me, okay? I want to hear your voice.”

“Okay,” she whispered, and he was surprised to see what looked like sadness
at
him leaving, but there was no mistaking the emotion
on
her face.

“I’ll be back in town tonight. You said you‘ll still be here. DeeDee, I want to see you. Tonight, okay?” He pushed her for a response, relieved when she nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you tonight. Right here, promise. We’ll have a chance to reenact some of our best stuff, eh? Good deal, baby. Wish me luck?”

“Luck,” she said softly, responding sweetly to his kiss.

He left without another word, surprised to find a
biker
standing outside the door. He remembered seeing one at the end of the hallway last night
too,
but hadn’t paid a lot of attention to it at the time. Nodding silently to the man, he moved past and to the elevator, his mind already speeding ahead to the game.

***

Returning to the suite after an intensely awkward lunch with Road Runner, DeeDee quickly grabbed her things and threw them into her small bag. How had she allowed herself to be maneuvered into this…
whatever
it had been?
Road immediately came to mind, because today at lunch, he poked gentle fun at her about her evening’s activities, more than once mentioning how good she looked leaning up against the ‘hockey guy’.

She knew he didn’t mean to make her feel self-conscious, but the effect was the same, because if Road had noted their interactions, then probably every Rebel on the property had noticed too, and that left her with too many questions.
Were the members going to be okay with her being with someone who wasn’t in the club? Or, would this circle back around to become a problem and bite her in the ass? Her worst fear was that the
club
would grow tired of her and Mel, leaving them to shift for themselves, and this might be all the reason they needed.

She couldn’t stay in the hotel, wouldn’t let herself still be here when Jase got back from Fort Wayne. Looking around, she checked the room one final time to ensure nothing would be left behind and her gaze settled on the small piece of paper sitting accusingly on the dresser. Within a single
breath,
she went from panic mode to
stillness
and reached out a hand to pick it up as she settled onto the edge of the bed.

Her stomach filled with butterflies as she thought about the time they spent together. Jase had been sweet and attentive, and today her body was aching in the most delicious way from the energetic antics they shared. She loved that f
rom the moment he took possession of her at the party, allowing her to leave his side but never letting her out of his sight, right up through the morning, when he gently woke her to say goodbye before leaving for the game, he was entirely focused on her...her pleasure.

She smiled softly, thinking she was glad he wouldn’t have to
drive,
because they certainly hadn’t gotten enough sleep to make it safely. He had dozed for a time lying next to her, his hair falling across his beautiful face, soft lips parted with slow, even breaths.

It had been so long since she shared a bed with a man, and Jase was so solid and warm, so there, that when he fell asleep and the opportunity presented itself to touch him without boundaries, she hadn’t been able to keep her fingers from wandering.

Trailing her fingertips up his arms, she traced the lines of his colorful tattoos, which matched the man’s character. She
smiled
at the whimsical alien in his spaceship, snorting a little at the brazenly naked woman on his forearm. His other shoulder held a winged skull with violets that trailed onto his chest, where a fierce lion’s head stared at her. To get as much well-done and detailed ink as he had, it must have taken a number of patient and painful sessions in the artist’s
chair,
and that kind of persistence exactly fit with his personality.

Once they had
reached
the
room and
he kissed her, he had stolen her senses much as he had done at the party, insistently rousing her passions. He was patient with her, gently easing her into their encounter, even after she initially
fled
as soon as there was an opening. When he received the call from the team’s manager, she took the chance and escaped into the bathroom, nearly hyperventilating as she realized Jase was here…right here, standing only feet away.

She had shamelessly
listened
in on his call and been by turns afraid he would have to leave
immediately
…
but
terrified he would be able to stay. When she
heard
him ending the
call,
she took a deep breath and stared at herself in the bathroom mirror.

What she had
seen
there
was surprising.
Unlike the woman from earlier that morning, this reflection had high, riotous color in her cheeks, bright eyes, and kiss-swollen lips. This was a woman aroused, a woman who wouldn’t be afraid to seek her own satisfaction for a change. This woman had once been a constant
companion,
but she had
been
absent for
a long
time…too long, and DeeDee liked seeing her in the mirror again.

Seeing her reflection like that had given her a boost of needed courage, so when he maneuvered her into the bedroom and undressed her, she stood before him without shame, ready to accept what he offered.

Now, touching her lips with the tips of her fingers, she remembered how good they were together. Then she thought about the teasing comments from Road, meant to be harmless, but echoing and twisting through the thoughts in her head, uncovering the barely buried fears and uncertainty she had lived with since Winger died. Why would anyone want her?
Now
is not a good time
to get involved, woman
, she thought. Aloud, she said, “Like you told yourself before, he’s pretty to look at, but not for you,
old
woman
.”