Jocelyn's Choice (4 page)

He moved his hand up my stomach, and, just as he was about to reach for my other breast, we heard a banging at the door.

"Hey, love birds," Evan called. "Pizza is here, so put your plans on hold."

Alex moved back up to my face, pressed his forehead to mine, and squeezed his eyes shut. I started to giggle.

"You think that's funny?" He laughed.

"Did you hear me?" Evan banged again.

"We're coming." Alex groaned.

I took a deep breath. "I am kinda hungry."

Alex shook his head and rolled his eyes. He got up off the bed and gently pulled me to my feet. "I need you to go downstairs first."

"Why?"

"I need to get dressed and settle down, if you catch my drift." He glanced down at the bulge in his pants.

"Oh," I squeaked. "I did that?"

"Yes, baby, it was all you." He smiled.

I pressed my lips to his and thrust my tongue into his mouth, extremely turned on now.

He pulled away and pushed me toward the door. "I'll never get downstairs if you keep that up."

I pouted.

"That's adorable," he said. "But go, before I start ripping your clothes off."

"Promise?" I asked.

"Out!" He pointed to the door.

I giggled as I walked down the hall. It occurred to me that Alex was just as worked up as I was and probably feeling ten times more frustrated. That nervous anticipation churned in my stomach again. I couldn't wait to see what he had planned next.

I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading out to my car. I rarely ever wore a skirt, but when I saw this adorable little jean skirt in the mall, I had to have it. The outfit cost me almost my whole paycheck, but it was worth it. That was so unlike me, but now, when I bought clothes, I thought about pleasing Alex. I wanted to look pretty for him. It was all part of these new and thrilling feelings I was experiencing.

On my way to Alex's house, I listened to the radio and sang out loud. I never did that before, either. I had all of this excited anticipation, and I couldn't wait to see him. A few days had passed since we’d been together. He was shadowing that doctor at the hospital and had worked long days. I was constantly studying and trying to prepare myself for finals. Thank God the work week was over, and now we could spend some time together. We decided to stay at his house and watch a movie. This was the first time we'd be alone since the night we were in his bedroom. That thought turned me into a ball of eagerness. I wanted to be close to him. I wanted him to touch me, kiss me, and do whatever else he wanted to do to me. He was all I thought about.

I pulled into the driveway, fixed my hair in the rearview, then headed to the front door. Alex must have been watching from the window because he opened the door before I could knock. I hoped that meant he was as happy to see me as I was to see him.

"Hi." I smiled.

"Hey, how . . . ?" He stopped mid-sentence and let his eyes rake up and down my body. "Wow! You look hot."

"Thanks." I looked down at my feet, embarrassed. No one had ever called me hot before, but I didn't exactly dress this way every day, either.

He took my hand and pulled me into the foyer, where he picked me up off the ground and slowly kissed me. After a few minutes, he put me back down, and I think the room may have been spinning. I couldn't be sure because I was still coming down from that kiss.

He looked me over again and grinned as he shook his head. "You'll be the death of me tonight."

"You like it?"

"Like it?" he asked. "I don't know how I'm gonna keep my hands off you."

That's the point, cowboy!

"Come on." He took my hand. "I made popcorn, and I've set up the movie."

"I don't know why you people bother going to the movies; you practically have a theater in your basement."

"I like to see them when they first come out in the local theater," he said, as we walked downstairs.

The basement was completely furnished and equipped with every amenity known to man, including a full bathroom that was bigger than the one Max and I shared. The room contained a pool table, flat screen, media center, and walk-out doors to the hot tub. These people knew how to live.

"What are we watching tonight?"

"It was a tough decision," he said. "But, I went with something a little older, the first
Pirates
movie."

"Oh, I love Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom."

"I figured." He laughed. "What chick doesn’t? You get your eye candy and I'll get some action."

You're all the eye candy I need, and I'd like to give you some action!
God, he had me all charged up. The way he smelled, the look in his eyes, his voice, his smile . . . .

"Jocelyn," he called, snapping me out of my Alex fantasy. "What are you thinking about?"

"You." I smiled.

"Something good, I hope?"

"Something very good." I sat down on the couch next to him.

He pressed a button on the complicated-looking remote and handed me the bowl of popcorn as he inched closer to me. He put his arm around my back and pulled me into his side. "That's better," he whispered against my hair.

We started watching the movie, and when I say started, we made it through the previews. First, Alex decided to feed me popcorn, which was sweet, but distracting. He began by placing a kernel between my lips and gently pushing it into my mouth with his fingers. Occasionally, he would lick the salt off my lips, which led me to a new idea.

I took a piece of popcorn, placed it in between my lips and leaned forward, arching a brow at him. He smiled seductively, then took the popcorn from me with his teeth, making sure to linger at my lips for a second or two. I had no idea eating popcorn could be so erotic. We went on like that for a few minutes, before completely abandoning the popcorn and the movie all together.

We kissed for awhile, taking our time and allowing our tongues to gradually explore one another's mouth, and then I felt Alex move his hand slowly up my leg and underneath my skirt. He circled his fingertips just below where my panties met my upper thigh. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer as he slipped his fingers under the elastic. He stopped kissing me and stared into my eyes for a moment, looking unsure.

"Is this okay?" he whispered.

I nodded, and then, as his lips found mine again, he ran his fingers over my vagina. He was barely touching me, but it affected my whole body, causing me to shiver against him. I grew tense; I’d never experienced anything even close to that before.

He slowly licked my lips and whispered, "Try to relax."

As he pushed his tongue inside my mouth, he ran his finger over my slit a few times, no doubt feeling how wet I was before pushing inside me.

I squirmed. His touch felt foreign, awkward and uncomfortable at first, but he continued to move his finger in and out of me. He kissed a path to my ear and with his free hand, pushed my hair aside and whispered, "You're so warm and wet for me."

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to concentrate on what he was doing to my body. His movement felt less awkward now, and I was finding that I liked it when he talked to me.

He swirled his tongue in my ear and gently bit down on my earlobe. "Jocelyn."

He spoke my name on an exhale, and it came out sounding all breathy and sexy. "My cock is so hard for you."

"Alex." I moaned as I moved my body in time with his finger. My stomach muscles coiled tightly, and I felt like I would explode at any second. I was so focused on him and the sensation he was creating, I opened my eyes wide with shock when he quickly pulled his finger out of me and adjusted my skirt.

Suddenly, I heard giggling and then footsteps coming down the stairs.

He gently kissed me and mumbled, "Sorry." He pulled me back into his side and propped his feet up on the coffee table, as if we'd been watching the movie the whole time.

A second later, Brenna and Julia were standing in front of the screen. Brenna was smiling and Julia was staring at Alex as if he were a piece of meat. I was pretty sure they knew they'd caught us in the middle of something.

"What the fuck, Brenna?" Alex said.

"Did we interrupt?" She laughed.

"What are you watching?" Julia asked.

"
Pirates of the Caribbean
," I answered.

Alex stopped the movie as Brenna flicked on the lights. I had to squint for a few seconds until my eyes got used to the glare.

"Alex." Julia chirped his name. "Remember when we went to see this in the theater?"

"That was a long time ago," Alex said, clearly annoyed. "So, where's Ryan?"

"He's at a work function," Brenna answered. "So we went out for Chinese and now we're going to watch a movie."

"You should have come with us, cutie," Julia said.

Cutie? Was she serious?

Brenna snorted as she replied to a text. She never paid much attention to me before, so her lack of interest in me really wasn’t offensive.

"Where's Evan, Jocelyn?" Julia asked. "Aren't you usually following him all over the house like a lost puppy?"

Alright, something was seriously wrong with this bitch. I’d only been in her company a few times, but she obviously didn't like me, and it was clear why.

"He's out with Cali, making plans for the prom or something," I said.

"Prom? How cute." Julia smiled. "High school was so much fun."

"A blast," Brenna said, as she continued to text. "Are you going to the prom?" She didn’t look at me when she asked.

"Me? No," I said.

"Why not?" Alex asked. "Do you want to go?"

"No," I quickly said. "I'm not really a prom kinda girl." The thought of dancing and socializing like that made me ill. I just never fit in that way.

"I'll take you if you want to go." He smiled, and I thought he was so sweet. The thought of seeing him in a tux almost made me want to go.

"Alex," Julia said. "Don't you think you're a little old to be going to a prom? I'm sure Jocelyn could find someone her own age to take her, and you could hang out with someone a little more your speed."

Brenna giggled and rolled her eyes.

"Actually," Alex said, as he pulled me closer to him. "I like the company I'm keeping just fine."

I smiled at him as he squeezed my hand.

"Hmm." Julia looked me over.

"Come on, Jocelyn." He pulled me up from the couch.

"You don't have to leave on our account," Brenna said. "Ryan's on his way, and he's bringing beer."

"You have to be twenty-one to drink it, though." Julia laughed.

I really hate this twit!

"Thanks," Alex said. "But Jocelyn and I want to be alone. We'll be in my bedroom if you need me."

Julia's jaw practically hit the floor when Alex pulled me toward the stairs.

"See you later." I waved.

He's mine, you stupid bitch
, was what I wanted to say, but I was a guest in Alex's home, and I didn't want to be rude. Plus, Brenna could make my life miserable if she really wanted to.

Alex led me to his room and slammed the door behind us, clearly upset. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't know they were coming home. Julia can be a bitch."

"It's not your fault." I sat on the bed. "How serious were you two?"

"Not very," he said, obviously trying to brush off my question. "You want to stay here? Or we can go out for coffee."

"If you want me to hang out here and put up with her, then I need to know what went down between the two of you." I needed the whole story if I was going to defend myself. Everyone else around here knew what had gone on between Alex and Julia. "It's obvious she’s hung up on you."

"We went out a few times," he said. "Mostly with Brenna and Ryan."

"But not always?"

He shook his head. "Before I left for Yale, we dated that summer. It didn't work out. She was still in high school, and I was ready to move on."

"She's been holding out hope for five years?" I asked.

Either he's that good, or she's that desperate. Maybe it was a combination of both?

"When I come home, we usually get together, but just to hang out with Brenna and Ry." He hurried to assure me. "I haven't been with Julia in over a year."

"So, you've had sex with her too?" I held up my hand. "You know what, I don't want to know. It's none of my business."

He sat on the bed next to me. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know. I don't want to keep secrets."

"I don't need to know all about your past," I said. "But, I don't want you to hurt me, either." Evan had told me a lot about Alex and his past relationships.

"I could never." He brushed his lips against mine. "You're very special to me."

"You're not interested in Julia?" I bit my bottom lip.

"Am I upstairs, alone with you?" he asked. "I'm not interested in Julia. She's my sister's best friend and the sister of the man Brenna is probably going to marry. They had this silly high school pact that Brenna would marry Ryan and Julia would marry me. Brenna is getting what she wants, but Julia won't."

"She's still holding out hope," I said. "I can tell by the way she looks at you. She wants you."

"I don't want her." He pushed me back on the bed. "You have completely taken over my life, Jocelyn Andrews. You're all I think about and believe me when I say this: I have never been a one-woman type of guy."

"Oh." He saw the disappointment on my face.

"Until now." He kissed me. "I know I'm asking a lot, but you have to trust me. I won't hurt you."

"I do trust you," I said, and for whatever reason, I did. I was taking a risk, but Evan had changed his mind when it came to me and Alex. A month ago, he was doing everything he could to keep me away from his brother, but now he was encouraging me. Evan knew his brother well, and if he thought everything was cool . . . .

I was falling in love with Alex Jordan. I was going to take a chance and go for it.

What did I have to lose?

"Alex," I whispered. "I . . . ."

"What is it?"

"I want you to touch me again." Heat rose in my cheeks. "Like downstairs."

"Are you sure? I got caught up and didn't mean to offend you, but you make me crazy."

"I like making you crazy." I smiled as I took his hand and moved it down my stomach.

He sat up and helped me to the top of the bed, resting my head on his pillows.

He kicked off his shoes, then gently straddled me, moving his hands to the buttons of my shirt.

"I can't work with this many clothes," he said as he undid the last button. He slipped it from my shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. He pulled my legs up around his hips and pressed his hard-on against me. I could feel every inch of him through his jeans. "See what you do to me?"

I definitely felt what I was doin' to his little cowboy!

The thin silk material of my panties left nothing to the imagination. He was hard against my soft center, and I was practically soaked from the sheer sound of his voice.

He leaned down and found my lips, and the deeper our kiss became, the harder he ground into me. We moved against one another at a frantic pace, his body hot against mine and my heart pounding against my chest. He continued to thrust against my panties as he slipped his hands underneath my tank top and over my bra. He squeezed my breasts, then ran his thumbs over my nipples, all the while his hips crashing into me. The sensation was delicious, but I wanted more, without the barrier of clothing.

"Jocelyn." He moaned my name. "I wish I could be inside you right now."