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Her gaze drops to my lips, but she wiggles her finger to ask me to come closer. In my ear, she purrs, “I need you to get him off me. Claim me as yours again because that’s what I am.”
Holeeee fuck. I grab her noninjured hand, and wave to the guys and Avery. “Gotta go.”
They laugh, and so does Wren until I’m dragging her out of Puss N Boots.
Behind me, I hear someone say, “Official time: five minutes, fourteen seconds. Pay up.”
Apparently, everyone was betting on how long it’d be until I hauled Wren out of here to fuck her senseless. I’m not offended in the slightest. Rather, I’m impressed I made it five whole minutes.
Chapter 28
WREN
Jesse rushes me to his truck, buckles me in, and runs around to get in the driver’s seat. I watch with a laugh trying to bubble up at the urgency in his every movement. But when he pulls out of the lot, spinning gravel under the tires, and grabs onto my thigh, the humor evaporates, replaced with heat.
“Your place or mine?” he demands.
“Yours. It’s closer,” I respond. But I’m not waiting that long. I reach over the console to run my hand up his jeans-covered thigh until I reach his cock, which is quickly thickening. I cup him through the denim, feeling powerful when he shifts in his seat to spread his thighs for more of my touch.
The truck roars as he speeds up, and by the time he’s pulling into his drive, we’re nearly on two wheels. I guess it’s a good thing Officer Milson’s back at Puss N Boots, along with the entirety of the town. He runs around to get me, but I hop down on my own.
“Get inside unless you want me to fuck you on the front lawn,” he growls sexily. I squeal and make a run for the front door.
Mrs. Capshaw’s door opens. “What’s with all the racket out here?”
“Sorry!” I yell to her. Then I hiss at Jesse, “Just gonna go have sex! Hurry up!”
The door opens and we virtually fall inside. Jesse slams the door behind us, not giving Mrs. Capshaw a chance to bitch more.
I start yanking at Jesse’s shirt, needing his skin. But it’s too slow for us both, and when he shoves my hands away to rip his shirt over his head, I do the same with my own. I get the buttons undone in record time and then reach behind my back to undo my bra. My breasts fall free, and Jesse cups them instantly.
His thumbs brush over my sensitive nipples, which pearl beneath his touch. Heat zings through me straight to my clit, and I moan at the delicious heat building there.
“Yeah, do that again,” Jesse orders, wanting my sounds of pleasure. He pinches the hard nubs sharply, and I cry out at the pleasant pain. I float as Jesse picks me up in his powerful arms, swept away in the feeling. A second later, I’m flying through the air to land on his bed. I writhe against the scratchy sheets, enjoying the sensation.
Jesse follows me to the bed, aiming for my breasts. He takes one into his mouth, sucking hard as his tongue circles my nipple. When he releases me, his teeth run over my skin, triggering all the nerve endings. I scratch my nails up his back until gooseflesh breaks out and then let my touch glance over the muscles of his shoulders.
I push at his chest, wanting space between us so that I can get the rest of my clothes off. Jesse stands beside the bed, watching as I kick off my heels and shimmy my pants off, leaving me in only my panties.
“These are your sexy ones.” The heat in the words washes over me as he slides them down my legs.
I know they are. Not only are they some of my sexy panties, they’re Jesse’s favorite ones. I wore them on purpose for good luck today, hopeful that things would end up exactly as they are. Naked with Jesse.
There’s only one thing missing.
“Need you. Now. Fuck me, Jesse.”
Instead of unbuttoning his own jeans, he drops to his knees on the floor and pulls me to the edge of the bed, burying his face in my core. I slide my hands into his hair, holding on for dear life as he devours me. It’s such an onslaught, I can’t tell what’s tongue, teeth, or mouth because my entire pussy is going liquid for him.
As good as it is, I still feel empty without him inside me. I buck my hips, riding his mouth. “There you go. Use me,” he praises.
“Fingers,” I beg.
I only have to say it once and Jesse slides two fingers into me easily, going directly to impaling me with them hard and fast. “Yes,” I hiss. He knows my body, knows how to get me there quick and how to draw it out. This time, we’re going for coming fast.
It’s only seconds until the throbbing pulses send me into the darkness behind my eyes. Sparkles flash there like fireworks, but the real show is happening between my legs where Jesse’s humming against my flesh.
When I can pry my eyes open again, I reach for him. “C’mere.”