Heather stayed on her knees looking up at him, dark eyes watchful and hot with desire. He couldn’t get undressed quickly enough.
As soon as he stepped out of his pants and underwear, she was there, at his feet, hands wrapped around his legs. The sight of her there below his erection was like a fantasy come true. And he had done his share of fantasizing over Heather.
It was a major turn on, seeing his erection throbbing with readiness and her mouth only inches away. He knew what she was about to do, and his body raged with expectations.
Her fingers moved up and down his calves, sending a rocket of sensation directly to his bloodstream. Every nerve ending he owned was on alert. Still, even knowing what was coming, he wasn’t prepared for the impact of her tongue touching the tip of his penis. Nor had he recovered before her hand circled the base and squeezed.
“Heather,” he whispered in a needy, hoarse voice. She responded by tasting him. Jason watched her, loving the view, as she ran her tongue around the sensitive tip of his erection. He was shocked at her bold eye contact. Yet he also liked it.
Every man wanted a good girl in public and a bad girl in bed. Heather seemed more than eager to fit the bill on both ends.
She was like the perfect good girl gone bad.
Only he knew it was just for him, that she would be different with someone else. He sensed it. Loved it. Felt turned on by it.
She began making long stokes up and down his erection with her tongue. His breath seemed to catch in his throat as pleasure sizzling all over his body, centered on his hard penis.
He could hardly believe Heather was giving him a blowjob. His Heather. His best friend’s little sister. He should have felt guilty. Instead, everything about the situation turned him on.
The teasing of her tongue lasted long moments before she took him into her mouth. The sensation rocked his body, and made him want to thrust. He didn’t, but his eyes closed and his hands settled in her hair.
She was sucking him with delicious pressure, moving her mouth up and down his length. The sucking sounds she made and soft little moans, as if she really enjoyed herself, made him move with her. He couldn’t help it.
Her tongue continued to stroke the underside of his penis even as she began sucking him faster and harder. Soon he was so near release he knew he would come if he didn’t stop her. This was not how he wanted to come his first time with Heather.
“Wait, Heather.” She looked up at him. “No more.” Before she could object, he pressed her gently backwards and bent down in front of her. He lifted her and sat her on the edge of the bed. “It’s your turn.”
There was nothing more he wanted than to please her, to show her the kind of pleasure she had shown him.
“But—“
“No buts,” he told her, pressing her legs apart, and inching between them. “I want to taste you.”
Chapter Six
Leave it to Jason to take away her control.
He’d been doing it all her adult life. The thing was, she didn’t mind. If it was anyone else, she would stay in the power position. But not with him. She wanted to give herself to him.
He had a nice way of rewarding her submission…
His mouth closed down on her sensitive nub, and Heather gasped as he suckled. She was already so turned on that she was on fire. Taking him in her mouth had been more arousing than she thought possible.
Never before had she found the act so pleasing to perform. She hadn’t done it just for him. It has been for her as well.
Already raging with need, the flicker of his tongue on her nub was like fuel to a flame simmering with urgency.
It wouldn’t take much to make her come.
Jason urged her to lie back on the bed, which she did gratefully. The things he was doing with his tongue made sitting almost impossible.
He placed her ankles on his shoulders, and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. She didn’t fight him. Didn’t want to. It felt too damn good. His hands slid under her backside, lifting her so he suckled her more fully.
There was pure perfection in the way he licked and teased. Her hands grasped for the bed sheets, as she started feeling the build to orgasm. Yet every time she was about to go over the edge to bliss, he stopped her.
She moaned, and called his name. “Soon, baby, soon,” he said. “But not yet.”
Again and again he took her to the edge of ecstasy until she squirmed with urgency, arching into him, tense and eager for release. Finally, when she knew she could take no more he let her escape to pleasure, her body shuddering with release.
Ripple after ripple of the most amazing orgasm of her life rocked her body. Slowly, he rolled his tongue in soft little circles. He brought her down with gentle, absolute perfection.
Jason eased her legs down, and rotated her until she lay on her side. He slipped behind her, his front to her back, his erection nuzzling her bottom.
She could feel his warm breath on her ear, and his fingers in her hair. “I have always wanted to do that to you,” Jason confessed in her ear.
Heather snuggled closer to him, legs entwined with his. “You did it very well,” she said, amazed at how easy it was to talk openly with him about sex. Maybe because it felt like making love, not sex. There was a comfort level that shouldn’t have been the first time they were naked together.
His arm slid under hers, and his palm covered her breast. “You feel so damn good.”
“So do you,” she whispered, shocked at how ready she was to feel him inside her. Even having a devastatingly intense orgasm, her body wanted more. It wanted him.
Her head fell back on his shoulder as her mouth searched for his. He kissed her, and even as her tongue darted against his, her backside pressed against his hips.
“I need inside you,” he said kissing her face, her neck, and then her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered, desperately wanting the same thing.
His hand was instantly on her hip, but he didn’t immediately enter her. She looked over her shoulder to find him admiring the view. “You’re looking really good.”
She found herself almost blushing, despite everything they had already done and her ultimate comfort level with him. The look in his eyes, and the tone of his voice was just so raw and potent.
His hunger fed hers, and as the tip of his erection slid to her wetness. Her modesty was instantly forgotten. She arched into him, eager with need. He rewarded her and slipped inside. She gasped at the immense pleasure having him inside her brought, and immediately moaned.
Penetrating her to the core, he slid his hand up her stomach and caressed her breast. He stilled, pinching her nipple, and kissing her neck. ”I can’t believe I’m inside you.”
She moaned in response to his intimate words. He began a slow, sensuously rhythm, in and out of her body. It was like a dance of seduction, their bodies molded together, aching more.
This moment had been so long in coming. Urgency played itself out in her body, crying for him in each movement, making her arch into him. A torrent of sensations pulsed from her core to the rest of her body.
His hands roamed her body, exquisite in their path. They were joined snugly, the need to be closer making them both moan with the bitter sweetness of need.
“Jason,” she cried, not sure why. Her breathing was fast, but so was his.
Suddenly, he moved away from her, pulling his hard body from hers and leaving her gasping. His mouth was on her back, kissing her gently, seductively. She wanted him back inside her. Still, there was no denying how arousing the touch of his lips and tongue were as they trailed down her spine. She tensed and then sighed when his tongue trailed down her hip.
“Turn over, baby.”
Before she could process what was happening, so lost in her fog of pleasure, she was on her back and he was sliding between her legs.
His tongue found her mouth at the same moment he slid back inside her. She moaned her approval, and he swallowed it. Breasts pressed into his chest, sh
e clung to him, demanding more with her body’s movements even as he eagerly complied.
They pressed together with desperation to the rhythm. In and out, and back and forth, they were on fire. Then, as if in silent agreement, they slowed, and looked at one another.
Those few moments were the most potent of any she had experienced in her lifetime. It was as if they connected on a soul deep level. She was one with him. No one else existed.
“What are you doing to me, woman?” he asked, his mood suddenly seeming more aggressive and urgent as his lips pressed against hers.
He rode her hard, pushing deep inside her, moving with the energy of a man who knew what he wanted. Her. And she was more than happy to give herself to him.
Wrapping her feet around his calves, she raised off the bed, meeting him with her own thrusts. To her utter surprise, her body clenched his penis, and she tumbled into a breathtaking orgasm. No warning. Just pure pleasure, fast and hard.
Jason cried out as her body gave way to spasms, grabbing him, and milking him as he shook with his own release.
As he slowly relaxed, he rolled to his side, pulling her close. He held her like a precious gift, carefully stroking her hair.
She felt like she was receiving a gift. The two of them were finally together. This was the beginning of something beautiful, and timeless. This was a true mating of friends who were lovers, of two kindred souls.
She loved Jason. And she knew, even though he had yet to say the words, that he loved her.
No more pretending they didn’t want each other. She sighed with satisfaction, and kissed his chin.
Seconds later, her eyes drifted shut.
* * *
Heather woke, her eyes fluttering open and then shut. Forcing them open, she squinted into the darkness. Reality seeped into her mind with a surreal, perfect, feel to it. Beneath her palm she felt soft hair, and a hard chest.
Jason.
Her nostrils flared with his spicy yet sweet, very male scent. She let out a sigh that was filled with the satisfaction of being with the man she loved. Finally, after so many years, she was waking in Jason’s arms.
This was a dream come true.
“You’re awake.”
She turned towards him making her bare chest press into his. “I am. I didn’t know you were, too.”
His smile was incredibly tender as he reached up and touched her cheek. She was thankful her eyes had adjusted to the darkness so she hadn’t missed it.
Her words held contentment. “I was just lying here thinking how amazing it is to have you in my arms.”
“I was just thinking how amazing it is to be in your arms.”
His tone was serious, but gentle. “This isn’t what I planned when I came here tonight.”
She smiled. Of course, it wasn’t. That’s why she had to be bold and get naked. “I know.” She wanted confirmation he had no regrets. “Do you regret how it turned out?”
“Ah, baby,” he said softly. “How could I regret something I have wanted for so very long?”
She moved so her face was closer to his, intending to kiss him soon. Right after she asked the question that had always put an ache in her heart. “Then why did you move away and leave me behind like there was nothing between us.”
A flash of torment showed on his face. “We were kids, and your brother is my best friend.”
“Yes, that’s true,” she agreed, “but it doesn’t change how we felt about each other.”
He didn’t respond immediately. “We never verbalized or even truly acted on our feelings.”
That didn’t matter. “But we wanted to.”
His lips thinned. “But we didn’t, and I knew it was what was best.” He paused. “At least then.”
“And now?” she asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
He laced his fingers in her hair, and urged her mouth towards his. “Now is different, and you know it.”
Before she could ask how it was different, he was kissing her. Pressing closer to his body, she melted against him, and forgot everything but the moment.
* * *
Jason woke as the sun peaked through the window shade. He opened his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. The smell of jasmine, Heather’s fragrance, filled his nostrils, and made him smile. She was pressed to his side, hair spread across his chest.
Brazen and bold during waking hours, she was soft and delicate in sleep. With an eye of appreciation, he studied her face. Her dark lashes rested against her pale skin, skin as perfect as and creamy as new snow from head to toe.
Shutting his eyes again, he soaked in the moment with the glory of a man who was in love. Next to him, Heather made a soft, sleepy sound and snuggled closer.
It seemed like a fantasy having her naked, in bed, with him after a night of lovemaking. Heather stretched next to him, her warm body a silent calling to his own. “Hmmm,” she moaned. “What time is it?”
“Nine. Got plans today?”
Her eyes were shut again. “Hmmm, plans?”
He wasn’t due into the Jump Zone until after lunch. It would be nice to have a few extra hours with her. “Like work?”
Her eyes opened instantly. “I have to be to work at eleven.” She sat up instantly. The movement left her bare from the waist up. “What time is it?”
Being human, and also quite aroused by Heather, it was only natural that he was now fixated on her breasts. He was also rock-hard. “Nine, baby.”
She looked down at him. ”I have to get my dry cleaning.”
He rolled towards her, arm crossing her body, and mouth attaching to her nipple. He nipped at it with his teeth, and teased it with his lips and tongue.
“Oh, um, I can’t, I…” She stopped talking as his mouth found her other nipple.
He lapped at it with his tongue. “You can’t what?”
“I…I can’t be late.” Her eyes fluttered as he tweaked a nipple with his fingers.
He pulled the sheet away from her body, and maneuvered between her legs. “What are you doing?” she asked weakly, very little resistance in her voice. Nudging her legs a bit farther apart, he had perfect access to the sweet spot between her legs.
“Jason—“
He cut her off with his mouth as he suckled her nub. She fell back on her palms with a moan escaping her lips as she did. Hair dangling down her back, nipples pointed in the air, she was a delicious sight.
“This won’t take long,” he said with a smile before running his tongue in a circle around her nub.
She sighed. “Take your time.”
Chapter Seven
Heather stood in the kitchen, sipping her coffee and feeling on top of the world. Any second now, Jason would come walking out of her bedroom, freshly showered, and now a part of her life. Not that he wasn’t before. Now, it was a new, much improved way of being in her life.
She poured another cup of coffee, laughing at her creative dressing. Turning two different outfits into today’s attire had been a difficult task, but Jason had made it well worth her while.
Sitting her cup on the counter, she was reaching for the sugar when the front door opened. Turning towards the sound, Heather wondered absently if Jason had snuck past her. Her brows dipped. But why would he want to?
“Hey, sis. What’s cooking?”
It was Matt looking rumpled, athletic, and younger than his age in a baseball cap, jeans, and a 49ers T-shirt. Sitting her spoon on the counter, she tried to calm the racing of her heart, which had kicked into marathon speed.
Once again, Matt proved he had the worst timing of anyone she had ever known. Always had, always would. He had managed to interrupt her and Jason all of the two times they had been together since her return home.
Mind racing with possibilities, she discarded option after option. She hadn’t talked with Jason about how to deal with Matt yet. How would he react to his presence? This wasn’t how she wanted her brother to find out about her and Jason.
Taking a deep, calming breath, she bra
ced her hands on the counter behind her for stability. With a forced, not very impressive smile, plastered on her face, she tried to sound nonchalant.
“What are you doing here?”
Delivering the words through gritted teeth didn’t help her cause much. Realizing her error in judgment, she gave up on the fake smile. Matt wouldn’t be fooled after the pained delivery of her question. He knew her too well.
He gave her a mock wounded look. “Well, now, from that tone I’d have to think you aren’t glad to see me. How could that be?” He walked straight to her cabinet, pulled out a coffee mug, and reached for the pot.
“I’m truly wounded at the less than tender reception,” he jibed. “After all, you did invite me.” He poured his coffee, and sat the pot back on the burner. “I’m fixing the broken fence out back, remember?”
She did remember. Now that he reminded her, of course. He was fixing it so she could get a dog to protect her from things that went bump in the night. “Yeah. Well, I, uh, changed my mind.”
She took the spoon he was holding form his hand. Did he see Jason’s truck? He'd had to, but he acted like he didn’t. “I need to go to work. You better run along.”
He grabbed the spoon from her hand with a quick, irritated motion. “Give me that.”
“I was using it.” Which she had been. Right when he came in the door. The one he needed to walk right back out of. Besides, she needed that damn extra cup of caffeine with a huge spoonful of sugar more than ever right about now.
Or she might just kill someone, namely him.
If he only knew this, surely he would give her the spoon, and leave quietly. Pondering the possibilities of telling him this directly, she grabbed for the spoon again. Responding like the sibling she was, she simply couldn’t resist the urge to take it from him.
He pulled it out of her reach, and shifted his weight to look at her more fully. He gave her a disbelieving look. “What is your deal?”
“I want my spoon,” she said through tight lips, “to dip my sugar,” her brows dipped, “in my cup of coffee that is now getting cold.” She looked at the cup, and then at him. “Go home, Matt. I changed my mind about the fence.”