“Yes,” I replied.
This one actually had a sweater tied around his neck. Seriously?
“I’ve not seen you around here. What classes are you taking?”
Had I not just told him that seat was taken?
“I don’t go here. And that seat is taken.”
He grinned and leaned forward. “That explains it. You don’t look like the girls here. But I do like the way you fill out a shirt. Who you here with? Boyfriend?”
“Me. Move, Devin,” Jason snarled, slamming down the tray in his hands, making me and Devin jump.
Devin stood up. “Damn, Jason, get a grip. I was just making your friend feel welcome. It was obvious she was an outsider.”
Jason took a step toward him, and the angry clench in his jaw told me Devin needed to run. “She’s my fiancée, dickhead. And the fact that she doesn’t fit in here is one of the many reasons I love her.”
Devin shrugged. “Got it.” He held up his hands in surrender. “Leaving now.”
Jason stood there glaring at him until he was happy with how far away Devin had moved. Then he swung his gaze to mine. “I’m going to go get you a drink, but I’m trying to decide if I need to take you with me.”
I started to say something when he grinned. “I’m kidding. I’ll be right back, and I’m sorry about him. He’s a jackass.”
Jason
By the time the weekend arrived, I was exhausted. Between keeping up with my studies and assignments and making sure Jess was happy, all I wanted to do was sleep.
When my eyes opened on Saturday morning and I focused on the alarm clock beside the bed, it was after eleven. I hadn’t slept that late all semester. I heard the shower going, and the smell of coffee and pancakes filled the apartment. Smelled like Jess had been up for a while.
Tossing the covers back, I stood up and stretched. I was still na**d from the last round of sex we’d had the night before. After getting off for the third time in one night, I don’t think I came back from the last one. All I could remember was holding on to Jess as pleasure coursed through me.
I had to have passed out on her after that.
I went to the bathroom, and the glass shower was steamed up but I could still see my gorgeous fiancée rinsing the shampoo from her hair. She had her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Opening the shower door, I stepped inside and she snapped her eyes open.
Her surprised gasp turned into a smile.
“Morning,” I said, sliding my hands around her slick body and pulling her to me. “It was cold in bed alone.”
She laughed. “Some of us can’t sleep all morning. We get hungry,” she teased.
“Smelled that. You make me any?”
“Of course.”
I moved my hand down to gently touch her between the legs. “Are you sore? Because I am, and I’m thinking if I’m sore, then you gotta be.”
Jess opened her legs for me and rocked on my hand. “A little,” she whispered. “But if you’re sore, I can kiss it and make it better.”
I caught her under the arms just as she started to go down on those knees again. “No,” I said, stopping her. The frown that puckered her brow made me smile. “Sit,” I said, pushing her to the bench behind us. “And open,” I commanded. Then I went down on my knees.
“Jason, I’m . . . fine . . .”
“I’m not. I’m hungry,” I replied, opening her legs wide with my hands.
With the first lick, she shuddered. With the second one, her hands made it to my hair. I began teasing her and pleasuring every spot but the one place I knew she needed my tongue.
When she started pulling on my hair and begging, I gave in and flicked her swollen cl*t with my tongue, then pulled it into my mouth and sucked. It was a good thing I had plenty of hair because she pulled so hard I was sure she tore some out.
“JAAASON!” she cried, trembling as her body convulsed and her thighs held my head in a firm grip while she rode the wave.
When her legs went lax and she fell back against the wall, I pressed a kiss to her stomach, then a couple to the inside of her thighs before standing back up and sitting beside her. “That’s my favorite breakfast.”
She giggled and laid her hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, well then, I’m really lucky. I was going to kiss yours and make it better, though.”
“This morning I needed it to be about you. As much as I love it when you’re between my legs, I like being the one to make my girl cry out in pleasure.”
She smiled up at me, then kissed my chin. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but are you thanking me for the awesome way I eat breakfast, or for wanting to?”
“Both and neither. For loving me.”
I reached over and pulled Jess into my lap. Then I cupped her face in my hands. “Don’t ever, ever, thank me for loving you. You are my every dream, crazy woman.”
Jess wrapped her arms around me and sighed happily. Maybe this was it. Maybe whatever she was dealing with was gone now. God, I hoped so.
Jess
The next week was easier. I wasn’t filled with the fear of losing Jason as much. We had spent the weekend watching movies, curled up on the sofa together and eating Chinese takeout and pizza. Having a lazy weekend had helped my emotions.
Even though this week Jason had stayed out late twice with study groups, I had managed not to panic or get needy. He seemed happier too. He wasn’t always asking me what was wrong.
Tonight, however, we were going to an event. His friend Finn’s birthday was tonight, and Finn loved to have parties. He threw the most parties of any human I knew. Because he had more money than God, it was an event instead of just a party. Finn and Hensley were Jason’s only two friends I liked. They were nice to me, and I felt comfortable around them.
I chose a dress I had recently made, and went without panties or a bra. The dress hid my baby bump but accentuated my boobs so that a bra was impossible. The pretty blue was a color I had recently developed a thing for. And the fabric had a creamy, soft feel to it. My hair was down, and I had on the heels Jason had bought me a couple of months ago when I had been drooling over them.
The look on Jason’s face when I had walked out of the bedroom had given me the extra self-esteem I had needed to face this crowd. He had followed it with a “Goddamn, you’re hot.”
We pulled up to the country club that I had only been to once and had never wanted to return to. It had been a family meal that ended badly. Sadie had basically told off Jason and Jax’s mother.
Before I walked in, I needed to know who would be there. Or if one person would be there. “Will Johanna be here?” I asked.
Jason nodded, then slid his hand around my waist. “And she’ll feel very inadequate when she gets a look at my beautiful fiancée. Don’t worry about her.”
I tried to believe that, but I knew just how attractive Johanna was. I also knew she had slept with my man. That drove me nuts. I hated her bad.
The doors opened for us, and we were greeted by two men in tuxedos. Then we headed to the ballroom. When we walked in, the place was already packed. Dancing was happening, and everywhere there were groups of fabulously dressed people with fancy drinks in their hands.
“JESS!” Finn yelled as he saw us walk in. Jason chuckled beside me.
“I think he’s already drunk,” he said as we approached the birthday boy.
“I think you’re right.”
“You came! Dance with me, Jess. Let her, man. It’s my birthday,” Finn said, reaching out to touch me.
Jason pulled me back fast and shook his head. “Happy birthday, Finn. But my woman is off-limits. Find another.”
Finn stuck out his bottom lip and stomped his foot. Yep, he was definitely drunk. “But I wanna touch her.”
Jason tucked me closer to his side. “You touch her and when you wake up sober your nose will be broken. Got it?”
Finn burst out laughing, and then slapped Jason on the back. “You are so whipped.”
Before he could say anything else, someone came up to talk to him and he forgot about us. Jason pulled me away from Finn and we walked over to the bar.
“If he wasn’t drunk and one of my best friends . . . ,” Jason muttered. “I need a drink. You want a club soda? Splash of cranberry juice?”
I nodded and Jason turned to order himself a whiskey straight and me a club soda. I saw a girl I had met when we went to a party in New York City. Our night had ended badly and I’d gone home alone.
“Hello, Jason. Haven’t seen you much this semester,” the girl said, flashing her smile at Jason and completely ignoring me, even though we had met before.
“Hey, Vanessa,” he replied as he handed me my club soda, tinged pink from the cranberry juice.
“You and Jo haven’t been doing anything together lately,” Vanessa said, finally giving me a quick glance before looking back at Jason.
“No. Since I’m engaged and expecting a baby, I don’t spend any time with other women. I got the one I want,” Jason replied, then took my hand. “Enjoy the party, Vanessa,” he said without looking at her as he led me away.
“I remember her from New York,” I told him.
“Sorry. She’s a vulture,” he said.
I nodded, and then Jason stopped to speak to some people who didn’t seem very interested in me. As they discussed a class they were taking I looked around the room.
When a feminine voice joined in, I turned my focus back to the group talking.
“You can borrow my notes. I need them too, but if you want to stay after class you can get a copy of mine. I’ll only ask that you take me for coffee in return,” she said, flipping her red hair over her shoulder.
“You’ve got all the notes?” Jason asked, instead of telling her he wouldn’t be taking her to coffee.
“Yes. Every last one. I’m detailed,” she replied. Why did she sound like she meant that another way entirely? I was not a fan.
“That would be great, Phoebe. Thanks.”
Wait, what?
“No problem,” she said, and then they all started talking about stuff I knew nothing about again.
The feeling of not fitting into this world started to sink in again. I fought it off, but each time Phoebe said something and Jason laughed, I cringed. She was tall and slender. Too slender. And she was in three of his classes. They were majoring in the same thing.
“Jess,” Hensley said, walking up to us with a glass in his hand and smiling. I liked Hensley. He was okay.
“Hey, Hensley,” I replied.
“Dance with me, Jess,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at Jason.
“No, Hensley. Go away,” Jason said, sounding amused.
“I’ll dance with you, Hensley,” Phoebe said, pushing through the group to walk entirely too close to Jason before sliding an arm around Hensley and whispering something in his ear while she looked at Jason.
Hensley’s eyebrows shot up. “Dirty, Phoebe. I like it,” he said, and pulled her out to dance with him. I was glad to see her go, but when she smirked at me over Hensley’s shoulder, I knew I hadn’t imagined things.
Jason
Jess’s hand grabbed my arm. “Take me to the restroom,” she said, close to my ear.
I put our glasses down and took her to the toilets closest to us.
“Looks like that one is empty,” I told her. There weren’t separate women’s and men’s. There were just six private bathrooms. Three on each side of the hall outside the ballroom.
She opened the door, then turned back to me and grabbed my hand to pull me inside. “You need me?” I asked, confused.
Jess closed the door and locked it, then turned around and grabbed my face and attacked me. I let her plump mouth have its way as I enjoyed the ride. I wasn’t sure what this was about, but lately I had learned not to question it.
“I’m not wearing panties,” she said against my lips. “Fuck me.” Her hands moved to tug her dress up and reveal her round little ass in the mirror behind her.
Fuck.
I unsnapped my slacks and got my dick free while I took over the kiss.
“I want your titties free so I can see them bounce while I f**k you,” I told her, reaching for the zipper of her dress. I had already been able to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. It was driving me—and every male here—crazy. I’d had to keep myself from covering her up with my jacket.
She stepped out of the dress as it fell to the ground, and I broke our kiss so I could pick it up and hang it on the purse hook behind the door.
My beautiful Jess stood in front of me, wearing those hot silver heels I had bought her when she’d all but cuddled with them a few months back after seeing them in a store window.
I was letting my eyes slowly take in this view just when Jess lifted her leg and propped it on the closed toilet seat. “I need you in me, Jason.”
Damn.
I grabbed her hip, jerked her forward, and then slid inside her already wet cunt. “Shiiiit,” I growled, burying my head in her neck and moving in and out of her as she met me with each thrust. “This what you wanted, baby?” I asked as I licked at her neck.