Riveted: Drawn Series Book 1 (13 page)

“Sure I will catch a ride with Jacob, my cousin,” she
answered, pointing to the tall guy next to her. She tossed Jack her car keys
and waved to me. I kissed the top of her head and attempted to stand up. Jack
snorted.

Jack grabbed my arm and pulled me to his side.  I
tried to wave goodbye to Chloe and let out a loud belch. Jack, Chloe and her
cousin laughed. We managed to make it to Chloe’s car and he put me in the
backseat. The car swayed as he drove.

He pretty much carried me to the door of the apartment.
He unlocked the door and turned on the lights. He put me on the couch and laid
me down, covering me with a fleece blanket.

“Thank you for being so nice to me.  Axel is a jerk!
He sucks!” I said and my words sounded funny. Jack sat down at my feet and
pulled off my heels. It felt so good to have him remove them. I had no idea
that my feet even hurt. I moaned loudly, it felt so good.

“And now he hates me! Hates me! And I did not do anything
to him! He is a dick for leaving me behind, we are family! I covered for him all
those times, cleaned up after him. I was grounded soooooo many times for him!”
I said the last part and then cried. Jack put his arm around me and made
soothing noises.

“Calm down Bleu, you are going to get sick,” he said
softly.  He smelled really good, and I nuzzled into his chest.  His
heart was beating fast, unless I imagined that. He looked down at me, his face
moved closer to mine and our lips touched. Holy shit! It was Fourth of July
wrapped in a lightning storm, the kiss was so powerful. His lips slid
across mine, the tip of his tongue touched to mine. My blood felt hot, so did
my skin. I wanted to crawl inside of him so badly. My heart beat faster and I
grabbed his t shirt in my hands, and his hand cradled my head as he deepened
the kiss. Then he pushed me away. I put my fingers to my lips.

“What the fuck!?” I mumbled. He stood up and put his
hands in his pockets, his face flushed.  He looked up at me with a scared
look on his face.

“I think we better just...uh... go to sleep Bleu. I mean
I want this, but not like this,” he said quickly. I stared at him and he glared
at me, his chest rising and falling hard and fast. I licked my lips to taste
him on me. He watched me with hungry eyes.

“Aww fuck it!” he growled.

He stalked over to me, grabbed my face in his hands and
his mouth descended on mine. He tangled his hands in my long hair, his body
pushing mine down onto the couch, chest to chest. My hands pulled his t shirt
up roughly and I sighed when my fingertips touched his heated skin. Running my
fingers up his ribcage and then over to his back, I moaned at the contact. He
did too. He had me pressed into the couch his hands under my shirt too,
skimming over my sides, and the middle of my back. I arched my back, pressing
my chest into his and I gasped at the contact. My nipples were hardened and I
wanted him to touch them and if he didn’t I was going to. I need some relief. I
needed him. His tongue tangled in mine again and I thought my heart would stop
beating. I could feel hot desire pooling between my legs and I ground my pelvis
against his. He moaned and me over so that I was lying on top of him. He broke
the kiss and looked up at me, cupping my face in his hands. His chest heaved
like mine did and I could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

“You ok?” he asked, softly. I licked my lips and grinned.

“I am not okay. I am so not okay,” he muttered. He jumped
off of the couch and started to pace, his hands on the top of his head. I
watched him for a minute.

“This is wrong. You are drunk. I refuse to take advantage
of you. I can’t,” he said quickly. He looked at me and his face was pale.

“Your first time, should be special. You know roses and
candles and music and shit. Not on a couch smelling like the bar I just dragged
you out of!” he continued. I nodded. He was right.

“You’re right Jack. One hundred percent,” I whispered. He
nodded.

“You have been doing all this back and forth about me. I
never want to take advantage of you. I am not that guy. I mean, I know I was in
jail and all that,” he said. He came and sat beside me, clasping my hands in
his.

“You are not that guy. I know,” I said softly. He was the
sweetest guy. Abby was right. He made my heart happy.

“I am not Bleu,” he said. He looked like he was going to
cry. I leaned forward and kissed him softly. He sighed.

“Jack. I trust you. I sleep with you almost every night.
Did you know that when we are asleep, we are at our most vulnerable? I trust
you. You have done nothing but are there for me, this whole time, from the
first minute I met you. Even though I was on the fence about you and me, we
were already together. I just did not see it before now. I am not drunk. Not
anymore.”

“But Bleu,” he stuttered. I kissed him softly again. And
my words to him sunk in. He had more than proved himself to be a decent guy. He
had stood by me, stood up for me and looked out for me. He was sweet, kind and
loving. He made me laugh, he was smart and sometimes, too good to be true. He
was not perfect, but he was close. And who wanted perfect anyways? He was the
one for me. When I was not with him, I wanted to be. When we were together, I
could not get close enough. Was I ready to profess my love for him? Not yet.
But I was ready to take the next step with him and I knew in my heart, in my
soul, that he would not hurt me or let anything bad happen to me. I looked up
at him and smiled.

“I want to be with you,” I whispered. He looked at me and
sighed.

“Like date right?” he asked nervously. I kissed him
softly again. He brought his hand up and caressed my cheek, and I nuzzled the
palm of his hand.

“Like in every way possible,” I whispered. He shook his
head.

“I took me, lying here, trying to reassure you to see the
light. I am a dumb ass. I am. You are mine. I am yours. It does not matter if we
sleep together; make love, or just cuddle. I want to be yours Jack,” I said. He
closed his eyes and moaned. He kissed me again, his tongue massaging mine. I
broke the kiss by putting my hand on his chest.

“I don’t want to pressure you. I never did,” he said,
looking into my eyes. I nodded.

“And you haven’t. You put up with my indecisive ass, all
my whining. Even Abby told me I was being a whiny bitch. You have been nothing
short of amazing. I am falling for you Jack. I am just not ready to tell you
every single feeling and emotion. I am not built like that either. But, I know
that you would never pressure me or make me do anything that I don’t want to
do. I want to be with you,” I said. I smiled at him and he just looked at me.

“We can stop anytime you want baby,” he whispered. I
nodded.

“Okay,” I replied.

“What…what do we do now?” he asked his eyes full of so
many emotions.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I replied. His eyes got dark with
desire and he ground his lips against mine again. Quickly, his hands went up
under my shirt and unhooked the clasp on my bra. I sighed against his mouth as
I felt my heavy breasts released from my bra. He slid it and my shirt off of me
and tossed them on the floor. The cool air did nothing to cool me down, I
wanted so much more. In the blink of an eye, his hands were on my breasts,
cupping one in each of his hands, pinching the nipples gently between his thumb
and forefinger. I saw stars from the contact, my back arching, my pussy getting
wetter. Did he know what he was doing to me? I wished he could feel the aching
he was causing. He was so hard, pressed against me, almost on my core. So much
for not doing anything hmmmm? Aww fuck it. I wanted this man. I was tired of
being so damn afraid.

“Fuck you are beautiful,” he said in awe. He grabbed me,
pulled me to him and kissed me again.

“I want to touch you everywhere,” he whispered. His deep
voice got even deeper. His shirt came off next; tossed on the floor. He pushed
me off of him gently and then he stood up. He lifted me in his arms and walked
us toward his bedroom. Slowly, he placed me on the bed, coming to lie beside
me. My stomach fluttered in anticipation. We kissed again and again, hungry and
desperate. Our tongues tangled, hands everywhere, wrapped up in one another.
His hands found my breasts once more, caressing them, kneading them with his
strong hands. He gently pinched one nipple and then the other. He ducked his
head down and then his warm hot tongue was lapping at my nipples, circling them
with the tip of his tongue. He repeated this over and over, creating a dull,
persistent ache in my core, making my pussy throb and thrum. Every now and then
he would suck them softly, dragging his teeth gently against them. Over and
over I moaned softly. He looked at me and smiled devilishly, then returned to
licking and sucking on my nipples. I dug my fingers into his shoulder, the
other hand cupping the back of his head.

“You are going to make me come just doing this,” I
moaned. He stops his licking and sucking torture and grinned. He moved up my
body, fitting his mouth to mine and kissed me softly, then looked into my eyes.
His hands splayed across my belly and then he began to slide off my pants,
torturously slow. Then he tossed them on the floor. He moaned when he saw that
I was naked under my jeans.

“Commando huh?” he remarked with a grin.

“The pants were tight, no panty lines allowed. Chloe told
me that’s how to do it,” I replied matter of fact.

“Remind me to thank her that later,” he said.

 He smiled again and caressed my thighs with his
hands, squeezing, touching the skin of my inner thighs with feather light
touches. I sighed at the soft, gentle contact. He was lighting me on fire.
Propping himself up on his forearms, he leaned forward, and began to kiss my
thighs, nuzzling the skin after each touch with his nose. All I could focus on,
all I could feel was his hot mouth and then his hot wet tongue tracing
invisible patterns on my warm skin. My hips rocked slightly and I began to
squirm. Adjusting his position, his mouth moved further north, kissing on my
stomach, tracing my belly button with the very tip of his tongue, and just as
quick as he started his upward kisses, he was travelling back down to my
thighs. I was going crazy, absolutely fucking crazy. Every damn inch of my skin
felt like it was on fire, like it would burn up at any minute and oh God did I
want it to.  I wanted this, him, so badly.  Softly, gently, he parted
my thighs with his hands, running his fingers up the insides, making me moan
softly.  His breath was hot and I could feel it against my most tender
area. He kissed up the inside of my thigh, nibbling softly with his teeth here
and there, earning a soft moan or two from me. He was getting closer and closer
to where I wanted his mouth, but it was deliciously agonizing. As if he read my
mind, he softly touched my warm, wet folds with his long fingers, parting them.
He ran his index finger up my slit, softly caressing the heated folds. I moaned
loudly and then gasped as I felt him slide that very finger inside of me. I
could feel my pussy clench at the intrusion and I wanted to slide myself up and
down on him. My hands went to my breasts, kneading them, as he slid his finger
in and out of me while his thumb circled my clit lazily.

“You like that baby?” he asked, his voice so sexy. I
moaned and moved my hips a little. He sighed and slid his finger in and out a
little faster.

“You are so wet and tight,” he said, groaning. He moved
it in and out of me slowly, making me want more. His movements started a deep,
dull and tender ache inside of me. He took the finger out after a few minutes
and spread my legs further, putting them on his shoulders.

“Want to taste you,” he murmured. His head getting closer
and closer to my core. I could feel my heart begin to race. I was no dummy; I
knew where this was going, or rather where he was going. Thank God! His mouth
descended on my wet mound and I cried out as I felt his hot tongue circling my
clit. He sucked and licked me, his mouth so hot it made me grind myself up
against him, aching for more. I could not get enough of his mouth. Oh my God!
He slid a finger back inside of me and I cried out even louder, the combination
of lips, tongue, teeth and fingers too much for my mind to comprehend. He moved
his fingers slow inside of me and I found myself moving my hips, while he
sucked and licked my clit. I panted his name, along with soft little gasps, my
hands on his head. I was a mess and I did not fucking care. It felt so
incredibly good! My hands were on his head, his hand, pushing him further into
me. God I wanted him to just climb the fuck inside of me.  He moaned
softly into me as he licked and sucked my pussy, his finger hitting some
magical spot that made me clench around him so tight. I felt the throbbing
increase, the delicious pressure grows stronger and I screamed out as I crashed
all over him, coming so hard. He continued to lick me, but softer this time and
I was so sensitive, I mewled softly, my hips still bucking, my walls clenching
around his fingers that were inside of me. He slid his finger out and licked
it, looking at me the whole time, with a grin that was sexy as hell. He crawled
up the bed toward me and kissed me deep and hard. I could taste myself on his
tongue and it made me hot all over again. My face and body felt like it was on
fire. I wanted more.  He stroked my face and ran his hand down my ribs,
gripping my hips, his fingers digging into me, possessing me. In a quick
movement, he removed his jeans and tossed them off of the bed. My eyes
widened.  He was really big and thick. Holy fuck! How in the hell did he
plan on getting
that
in me?? I mean,
you read about guys in romance novels all the damn time and they are always
hung like horses, but this…this was IMPRESSIVE. I bit my bottom lip nervously,
and looked up into his eyes. He leaned down and kissed me.