Page 19 of Yanked (Frenched 1.50)
He picked up the pace, fucking me fast and rough, my back thumping against the door. “Fuck, I love the way you want it,” he said through clenched teeth. “The way you get so wet. The way you come so hard when I fuck you like this.”
“Yes,” I cried, reaching the highest peak. “Yes, yes, yes…”
He cursed as his body stiffened and his cock throbbed inside me, and it was like I’d never had an orgasm before, the way it shocked me, pure joy bursting at my center and rippling outward through my limbs in mind-numbing, spine-tingling rapture. I closed my eyes, savoring every rhythmic contraction of my body around his.
Perfection.
I couldn’t even feel my legs.
How the fuck he remained standing, I’ll never know.
I took a few minutes to clean up, and when I came out of the bathroom, Lucas was lying on the bed, pants on but still undone, one arm flung across his eyes. I laughed, and he picked up his head.
“What?”
“Us. You’re still wearing all those clothes, even your shoes, and I’m wearing a bra and my socks.” I kicked up one gray-and-white-striped foot.
He smiled. “I wasn’t patient enough for sock removal.”
“I noticed.” Locating my underwear, which had dropped off my ankle sometime between you son of a bitch and I love you, I slipped it on and flopped onto my side next to him. “So…surprise. I’m here.”
He turned onto his side too, propping his head in his hand. “This was definitely a surprise. I was not expecting you.”
“I noticed that too.” I tried not to sound sarcastic. Not very hard, though.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
My mouth fell open. Was he serious? “I was being sponfuckingtaneous! Isn’t that what you wanted? It’s not my fault you had your ex-girlfriend holed up in your apartment.”
“Hey.” He reached out and rubbed my upper arm. “Don’t get mad again. I’m happy you’re here. I want you here. And I really am sorry about earlier.”
Sorry about earlier? No. That was a little too vague for me.
I sat up. “Which parts are you sorry about, exactly? I mean, are you sorry you let her move in? Sorry you lied about it? Sorry you made me feel like an asshole in front of her?” The memory of what went on in his apartment had me all worked up again. I loved him, but I needed to hear him admit he was wrong.
“About all of it. I should have told you she was there. Better yet, I should have said no to her when she asked if she could stay for a few days.” He pulled me down again, then moved closer to me and brushed the hair back from my face. “You know, when you said that about Tucker, asked about how I would feel if I found out he was staying in your apartment, I wanted to put my fist through the wall.”
“Yeah?” The corners of my mouth lifted slightly. “Good.”
“Honestly, Jessica means nothing to me now, but you were right—I do feel guilty about the way things ended, and I guess I let that influence my decision. It seemed like something small I could do for her to make up for the painful way we ended things.”
“It’s not small at all. Not to me. And not to her either.”
He kissed my forehead. “I get that now. But you have to believe me when I say I have no romantic feelings for her whatsoever. You don’t really think I would sleep with her, do you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, maybe you wouldn’t intend to, but she’s so beautiful…what if she threw herself at you and you felt guilty or lonely enough to give in?”
He shook his head. “That would never happen. I love you, and I don’t want anyone else. It was more like…I felt sorry for her. Jessica is kind of a mess right now.”
“She looks fine to me.”
“Well, she has some family problems, and she’s coming off another bad breakup. Nothing life-threatening, but she needed a friend. She’s not interested in me in any other way.”
I bit my lip rather than argue, but I felt like hitting him over the head. Of course she was interested in him another way—it was totally obvious! Was he blind? And I noticed he hadn’t disagreed with me about her being beautiful. But guys aren’t so smart about some things. Maybe he truly couldn’t read her. Maybe he didn’t realize how jealous I was. Hell, I don’t even think I knew how jealous I was before I actually saw her. It wasn’t like me at all, and I hated the feeling.
He continued to stroke my hair. “Any man that has you would have to be insane to risk losing you.” He touched his forehead to mine. “Tell me you know I wouldn’t hurt you that way.”
“I guess I do, but…” I shrugged. “I hated hearing that you were going to have dinner with her tonight, even if it was with other friends. And then I get here, and you’re all dressed up in a suit—”
