I came pretty hard in his bed, but was still so wound up in the aftermath that I started up again. The bullet died and I didn’t bring the charger, so used my hand to finish myself off the second time, not long after the first, simply imagining Jase on top of me, looking into my eyes.
But it didn’t make me sleepy. It left me pondering how much better the real thing might be. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, abouthim, and about all the ways he’s tried to prove himself to me in the past few days. My neck felt strange, tingly, like I wanted nothing more than for his teeth to sink in just above my collarbone, so, I took a cool shower letting the water pelt that spot while talking myself out of driving to Tyson’s cabin to throw myself at Jase.
I even used the detachable showerhead on full pulse mode to get myself off a third time so I wouldn’t drive over there.
Obviously, none of that worked.
I didn’t bring my bag, didn’t bring my phone, and I didn’t even put shoes on my feet!
And bizarrely, the typical ten-minute drive seemed to only take a minute, as if I was there before I could talk myself out of it. And while driving, I was very aware of the moon looking strange, that golden hue that later invaded Jase’s eyes.
Looking at the moon, I wondered if it wastime. If Fate was showing us both it was time by sending me there fast, putting me into a vividly sexual state. Putting me into that specific state so I wouldn’t be so scared to be claimed. Putting me and Jase out of our misery. And then I went and threw myself at him and thoughtYESwhen he was kissing me back.
Despite my current mortification, I want to go back and have that kiss again. And again and again. Because man, that kiss…
My very first kiss was beyond my wildest fantasies. It was raw, carnal, and beyond beautiful. More than my dreams for all these years promised. So much more. Jase kissed me like he’d been dying to do it for as long as I’ve been dying for him to do it. His mouth moved over mine in a way I won’t ever forget. Hunger. Relief. Desire. It was all there in the way he moved his lips,tasted me with his tongue, the way he breathed me in and held me in his arms. It was real. Vivid. Right.
It was better than anything. But he didn’t claim me. He didn’t bite me. He didn’t do either and I found myself powerless to stop myself from mashing my vagina against his crotch and making a fool of myself.
Twice!
When I woke up on top of him just before dawn, I could not imagine facing him in the daylight, so I carefully and quietly found my glasses and snuck out. But as I was backing my car away from the cabin, the outside light flooded the porch and the door flew open, so without facing him, I whipped the car around and loudly floored it out of there.
Not remotely subtle. And I guess that’s my modus operandi. I’m not ever subtle. I don’t think I have it in me to be less than obvious about any damn thing.
And now I’m back in his house with lungs full of Brody Savage’s claiming scent, and… shit… Jase is probably on his way here, isn’t he?
I should go somewhere else. Where though? My house? He’d go right there from here. Same with the library. I’m not even fully dressed. I’m still wearing a tank top and yoga shorts that now desperately need to be washed because I wasthatwet last night. Sopping wet, using Jase’s crotch to get myself off.
If I didn’t smell Brody right now, I might not be spinning out this badly. Maybe I’d be telling myself it was just that those are miracle pills. But the fact that Brody and Adelaide mated last night along with the fact that I rode Jase’s massive erection twice means that although those pills might help with urges, they don’t stop the functionality.
He could have claimed me, but he didn’t.
Okay, so maybe what he said was true, that he wanted me to pick the time instead of it being decided by the moon. But maybe I need to invent other scenarios to drive myself half-crazy.
Like, maybe the urge he had is gone because I’ve made him wait too long. Or maybe he didn’t claim me because he took more pills than he was supposed to take. Or maybe it’s because I’m not remotely irresistible to him anymore. And I’ve been such a super-bitch that I’ve emasculated him. Yup. The super-bitch can certainly turn off the super-alpha.
Maybe I’ve just ruined everything!
I rush upstairs, about to pee my pants, use the bathroom, and grab the tote I packed to stay here a few days, stuffing everything into it and grabbing my phone and charger before rushing back to the bathroom to grab my train case of makeup and hair tools. I nearly wipe out running down the stairs to make my escape, startled by the phone in my hand ringing.
Shit. Jase.
I stand on the bottom step watching it ring before it stops and I see I have four missed calls from him in a span of ten minutes. The phone starts ringing for a fifth call, it’s him again, and I don’t answer it.
Instead, I rush to my car, toss my stuff on the passenger seat, start it, and back out of the driveway, but I’m halted, lunging forward with a massive crunch noise.
I’ve just backed into something solid.
Shit! I’ve hit Jason’s pickup truck!
No, no, no!
I undo my seatbelt, but my door is already opening.
“You okay?” he asks, concern etched into his handsome face.
“I… I just smashed into your truck! Fuck!”