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  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He pulled it back and thrust again. Then pulled it free. She was ready to scream. He’d put on more lube. No rubbing this time though. He thrust two fingers inside and scissored them, spreading and lubing her. He fucked her with them and she was moaning and begging and couldn’t stop.

  He squirted more lube on her but didn’t remove his fingers this time. She had to be good and ready at this point. Surely he didn’t plan to use the whole tube to get her ready. Her ass wasn’t virgin territory. Hell, the best orgasm she’d ever had was during anal sex. She loved it.

  “Jonas,” she moaned his name. “Please,” she begged.

  She heard the tube drop and then his fingers were gone. The bed shifted as he moved into place behind her. Then his hands were back, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them. She knew he had a great view of her now. The position she was in allowed him to see her wet cunt as well as her lubed ass.

  He slid his sheathed cock along the seam of her pussy, tapping her clit with the head with each stroke as he coated it with her juices.

  “Your pussy is so pink and wet,” he told her. “I love how wet you get for me. Love how bare you are.”

  “Yes,” she agreed. Anything to get him to take her.

  His cock moved and rode the seam of her ass. She clenched her cheeks, giving him a firm squeeze. His reward was a firm slap on the top of her right ass cheek, making her cry out and shudder.

  “I love your ass,” he continued, stroking against her. “Love these two dimples you have on your lower back. You have the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen.”

  “God, Jonas,” she swore. “Fuck me. Please just fuck me.”

  “Yes,” he said and the head of his cock lodged against her anus.

  She caught her breath as he pushed, seeking entrance. Slowly he forged inside, slipping past that ring of muscle and filling her with his cock. So good, so fucking good. He pulled back just as slowly and thrust again, moaning as he did.

  “Better,” he moaned. “So much better.”

  “What?” she groaned.

  “Fucking your ass,” he sighed. “So much better than any fantasy.”

  “Then fuck it, Jonas,” she cried. “Fuck it.”

  With a harsh groan he began thrusting faster, slightly harder, shafting deep before retreating. She dropped her hips to the bed and he followed her, continuing to fuck just the way she wanted him to. She moved one hand down and found her clit. She rubbed and ground her flesh against the palm of her hand, desperately working toward the explosive release she knew was possible.

  “You need this?” Jonas asked as his hand slid under to catch hers at play. “Yeah, Princess, show me what you want.”

  “Oh god,” she cried as she took his hand and used it to ride her clit against. She screamed as she came. The orgasm was so intense that she could feel the tears on her cheeks as she shook. Every inch of her seemed to be on fire, then tingling as if her entire body had fallen asleep and was waking up. It hurt. It consumed. It filled every inch of her and had her begging for mercy.

  She was vaguely aware of Jonas moving his hand, gripping and lifting her ass while he rode her hard and fast to his release. She shuddered and gasped for breath as he collapsed on top of her. He kissed her shoulder, shifted so that the top of his body rested beside her on the bed but kept his hips glued to her ass.

  “Incredible, Jacey,” he whispered. “You’re so incredible.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she lied. He was amazing. Completely and utterly amazing.

  He chuckled and shifted again. She moaned as he pulled his softening cock free of her ass and kissed the back of her head. “God, I love you,” he whispered.

  She just sighed and snuggled deeper into the bed. She wanted him. Needed him in her life in ways she’d never wanted or needed anyone else. But was it love? Or would it fade as it had with every other guy she’d slept with? Would she still want Jonas tomorrow? Or the day after? A month from now? A year? She could feel the panic wanting to set in and did her best to restrain it. A day at a time. That was all she could do. One day at a time.

  Chapter Six

  Jacey awoke to the smell of bacon. Her stomach grumbled and she realized she was starving. She rolled over and stretched, feeling all the delicious aches and pains that one could expect after a great night of sex. And that was just what she’d had. A fucking incredible night of sex. The best night of sex in her life.

  She grinned. Jonas was cooking breakfast. He was cooking for her, for them. She stepped out of the bed and moved toward his bathroom. She noted the damp towel and water droplets still on the shower door. Jonas must have already showered. She slid it open and flipped the water on before taking care of more pressing needs.

  She found a new toothbrush on the counter by the sink and smiled. Did he think of everything? The water was wonderful. His soap smelled like Jonas and now she was going to smell like him all day as well. Stepping out, she wrapped a towel around her body and a second around her hair. No blow-dryer. No makeup. No clean clothes. She sighed. She really hadn’t thought this through.

  Walking back into Jonas’ bedroom, she rummaged in his drawers until she found some boxers and pulled a pair on. Then she raided his closet for a shirt. She found a selection of T-shirts and grabbed one at random. Moving back into his bathroom, she cleaned up after herself, brushed her teeth and towel-dried her hair as best she could. Then she headed down to the smell of bacon and coffee, both of which she desperately wanted.

  She stood in the kitchen doorway and just watched. Jonas had cleaned it up since they’d been in here last night. The clutter was gone. The dishes in the sink were gone. The bottle of whiskey was gone. He stood with his back to her, cooking French toast. She could see a plate piled high with what he’d already made.

  “Are you just going to stand there and watch me or are you coming in?” he asked without turning away from what he was doing. “Coffee’s ready. Just finishing the French toast.”

  “Smells incredible, Jonas,” she said, moving toward the coffeepot. “Need a cup?” She was as at home in his kitchen as she was in hers. Honestly, she probably spent more time in his kitchen then she did in her own.

  “Please,” he said and she poured him a cup, leaving it black as he took it.

  She noted that he’d set her creamer out for her. Funny. She’d never given it a thought before but Jonas tended to keep things in his kitchen, in his refrigerator, that were for her. The tea bags on the counter and the teakettle that she bet was only used when she was here. Her favorite creamer. She moved to open the fridge. Skim milk next to his two-percent, a jar of mayonnaise that she loved even though he never ate it, and other little things that she just hadn’t paid attention to.

  What type of guy did that? Hell, even the guys she’d dated for a while never went to the effort of keeping her creamer at their house. But Jonas did. Jonas always had. He found out what she liked and the next time she was over he inevitably had it for her. How had she failed to see what was in front of her this entire time? He’d always cared about her, looked out for her, been there for her.

  She walked over to him just as he turned with the plate of bacon in one hand, French toast in the other. As soon as he set them on the table she moved into him and hugged him close, leaning her head against his chest. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight. Comfort. Warmth. Acceptance. He offered them all. And love. He said he loved her.

  “You okay?” he whispered against the top of her head.

  “Yeah.” She nodded. “I’m wonderful.”

  “Yeah?” he asked and used his hand to tip her face up to look at him.

  “Yeah.” She smiled, lifting up to kiss him. It was slow and sweet and made her heart stutter more than all the passion they’d shared the night before. “I’m starving.”

  “I made food.” He smiled, pointing to the table.

  He held her chair out while she sat and then went around and took the seat across fro
m her. He always did that. Waited for her to sit before he did. Stood when she stood. Held doors open for her. Always walked on the street side of her, keeping himself between her and the road. He was a gentleman.

  “You work today?” he asked while they filled their plates.

  She shook her head, her mouth already filled with the first bite of syrupy toast. He made the best.

  “Feel like spending the day with me?” he asked.

  “Sure,” she answered between bites. She was almost finished and he had yet to take a bite. “What did you have in mind?”

  “A motorcycle ride,” he said. “No particular destination. Just a ride. Maybe dinner later.”

  “Sounds good,” she agreed, forking another piece onto her plate and grabbing another slice of bacon. “If you plan on eating more than what’s already on your plate, you’d better get started. I won’t be nice and save you any. It’s too damn good.”

  He laughed and dug in.

  “I need to go by my house,” she said. “Change clothes.”

  He nodded.

  “Maybe pack a bag for tonight?” she asked. Did he want her to stay another night with him?

  “I’d like that.” He smiled.

  “Okay.” She grinned. “I’ll head over to my apartment after breakfast then. Change clothes and throw some stuff in a bag.”

  “You want to drive back over here or me to pick you up?” he asked.

  “I’ll head back here,” she decided. “That way I have my car in case I need it for something.”

  “Sounds good,” he said and reached out to take her hand in his. “I’m glad you didn’t listen to me last night.”

  “Which time?”

  “When I told you to just leave. I’m glad you stayed.”

  “Me too.”

  * * * * *

  Jacey had her clothes from the night before in a bag she’d grabbed from Jonas. She dumped them in her overflowing laundry basket and thought with disgust that she really needed to do laundry. Or go shopping. She opened drawers, tossing stuff aside as she found the bras and panties she wanted to wear and packed them. She tossed shorts and jeans in along with a few different shirts she liked.

  She opened her lingerie drawer and dug through it. She didn’t want to wear anything she’d ever worn for another guy. It had to be something new, something she’d never worn, and she found it on the very bottom. A sexy red-and-black set that she’d bought on a whim but never worn. It was tossed in the bag. Once she got back to the car, she’d be sure to throw in her new toy as well. She’d told him she’d picked something up but not what. With his fascination over her ass, she had little doubt that he’d enjoy trying out the anal beads she’d grabbed last night. She would definitely enjoy trying them with him. The thought of having them stuffed in her ass while he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy had her squeezing her thighs together. Oh yeah, those were definitely getting broken in soon.

  A quick stop in the bathroom for toiletries and she was grabbing another bag. Blow-dryer was a must, plus all the other mish-mash of stuff she used on a daily basis. She looked at the two bags and laughed. All this for a night. Then really laughed as she took in the state of her bedroom. Clothes thrown everywhere. Shoes all over. Drawers half open with their contents spilling out.

  Maybe she should let Jonas see her bedroom. He might change his mind about her staying with him then. Her heart did the stutter thing again and she reached up to rub her chest. She glanced at his boxers and T-shirt on her bed. She should pack them and take them back to him. But she wouldn’t. That way, just in case she said or did something stupid to chase him away, she’d have them here.

  She took a deep breath and headed out of her bedroom. She stopped to check her answering machine, hitting play while she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

  “Jacey, oh my god, you’re not going to believe it.” Dee’s voice bubbled out of the machine. “I don’t believe it myself. I wished. I hoped. But I’d accepted that it might never happen.” A giggle and a squeal. “But it did. Last night. After we…well, after.” In typical Dee fashion she was taking forever to get to the point. “Oh, Jacey.” She could her the sniffle of tears in Dee’s voice now. “Jack said he loves me. He loves me. He really loves me.” Definitely tears there and Jacey had to wipe them off her cheeks while she listened. “I’m so happy. I didn’t think I could get any happier but I was wrong. I thought I didn’t need to hear the words. But I did. I love him, Jacey. I love him so much. I’m always telling him. But this time, this time he said them back to me.” A long sigh. “They mean everything. I’m going to call Mischa. Talk to you later.”

  The message ended, another beep and then Dee’s voice filled the air again. “I forgot to ask about last night. I hope you and Jonas worked things out. I saw your car there last night and again this morning.” A deep breath and Dee continued. “I’m going to say this because I love you and I know you. You’re a good person, Jacey. And you deserve to be loved and to be happy. You deserve a great guy like Jonas. Okay, off my soapbox. I’m seriously calling Mischa now. Love you! Talk to you later.”

  The machine stopped. Jacey was sitting on her couch and tears were flowing down her cheeks. Her brother had told Dee that he loved her. How did he know? What was it about Dee that made him see that he loved her? If he could fall in love then maybe she could. Maybe he could tell her what it was, what it felt like? She had to talk to Jack. Her brother would know the answers.

  She called him real quick before she thought on it.

  “Hey,” he answered by way of greeting.

  “Jack,” she sniffled a little bit as she said his name.

  “You okay, Jacey?” he asked. “Are you crying?”

  “Can you come over to the apartment?” she asked, unable to keep from sniffling again. “I need to talk to you.”

  “On my way now,” was his terse reply and then he hung up.

  She hit a button on her phone and brought Jonas’ number up to send him a text.

  Running late. Be there soon.

  His reply was almost instantaneous. Can’t wait.

  Chapter Seven

  Her brother pounded on the door when he got there. She’d changed her mind almost as soon as she’d received Jonas’ text but Jack hadn’t answered the phone when she’d called him back. She’d seriously thought about just leaving but she had little doubt that her brother would just hunt her down until he found her.

  “What happened?” were the words her brother greeted her with as soon as she opened the door. He stomped inside and immediately started looking around. “Is he here?”

  “Who? What?” Jacey asked, shutting the door.

  “Whoever made you cry. I’ll kill ’em.”

  “I’m fine, Jack,” she shook her head and laughed. “But it’s nice to know you’d kick ass for me.”

  He turned and looked at her. “So what’s up then? You don’t usually call me. I hear from you less now that I’m home than I did while I was gone. I have to pry info out of Dee to know what’s going on.”

  “Hmmmm, so what did she tell you?”

  “Nothing,” he said staring at her intently. “And I’m beginning to think I should have made her talk before I headed over.”

  “I’m surprised she isn’t with you.” Jacey laughed.

  “She was in the shower when I left,” he said, and when Jacey lifted her eyebrow he laughed. “I told her I’d be right back.”

  “You love her,” Jacey said.

  “Hell yeah, I do,” Jack said, dropping to sit on her couch. “What’s not to love about her? I’m an incredibly lucky man.”

  The way he said it. So easily. As if saying it once opened the door and made it easier to say it again.

  “What’s going on, Jacey?” He interrupted her thoughts.

  “First off, promise me you won’t go crazy or do anything stupid,” she said.

  “Fuck, I hate it when you start out with shit like that,” he groaned. “It means I’ll probably do both.�
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  “Promise, Jack,” she said.

  “Fine.”

  “I spent the night with Jonas.”

  Jack surged to his feet, fists clenched tightly. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

  “He’s your best friend,” Jacey said with a laugh.

  “You’re my sister.”

  “You can’t beat up Jonas.”

  “I’m pretty sure I can take him.”

  Jacey remembered Jonas’ body, every delicious naked inch of him.

  “And I don’t even want to know what you’re thinking right now with that sappy look on your face. Did he hurt you, Jacey?”

  “No.” She shook her head but she felt the tear slip down her cheek.

  Jack walked over to her and used a finger to wipe it away. “Then why the tears? What happened?”

  She walked away, paced around. “Jonas and I have been friends for a long time.”

  “I know.” Jack nodded. “He kept me up on stuff with you while I was gone.”

  “He’s always been like a best friend to me, the guy I could go to and talk to about anything.” Jack nodded and sat back down, listening quietly to her. So she kept talking. “I don’t know when things changed for him. But they did. At some point he…” She stumbled over the words. “At some point he fell in love with me.”

  Jack laughed.

  “What?”

  “You say that like you’re surprised,” he said. “Jacey you’re an incredibly sexy woman. Hell you’re almost as gorgeous as me.”

  She shook her head and laughed.

  “Besides, honey, Jonas has been in love with you for a long time. Remember the summer we went to the beach?”

  She nodded. Jonas had brought that time up too.

  “He could barely take his eyes off you. I had to remind him that you were sixteen and my sister several times. He started calling you princess that summer. Did you ever wonder why?”

  “I…” She shook her head.

  “He said you reminded him of royalty, a princess. So confident and sure on the outside with all your emotions locked away, just waiting for the right prince to come along and awaken you.”