Being Jane: A New Adult Erotic Romance: Fountain of Love (5 page)

Nate grabbed my
hand as he stood and pulled me up with him. It was a good thing I was hanging
on, because I immediately felt the effects of the beer kick in. I definitely
needed to slow down. We headed towards the house together, my eyes constantly
scanning the yard for Dusty.
Where was he?

Halfway to the
house, I stumbled on a root sticking up from the ground and Nate’s arm shot out
to stabilize me. I giggled my thanks. Maybe I was more than a bit tipsy.

I turned to
continue walking, but Nate didn’t let me go. In fact, he stepped a bit closer
to me. I could feel butterflies flit through my stomach.

His fingers
brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “You know, you’re really pretty.”

I stopped
breathing.
What was happening here?
I felt myself leaning in to him,
almost drawn to him magnetically. We moved together and we were kissing before
I even knew what happened.

The kiss started
slow, but soon his tongue was working its way into my mouth. My head was
swirling. All I could think of was:
Holy shit! I’m being kissed
.
I’m actually
making out with Nate
.

Nate pulled me
even tighter against him and I could feel his body crushed up against my own. I
felt his erection pressed hard against my belly. It was exciting, yet I was
only thinking about how Millie and I would squeal about it after the party. How
drunk was I? To be thinking about Millie when I was being kissed by a hot guy…

“Nate.” The male
voice sounded pissed.

Nate’s lips pulled
from my own. Dusty was standing next to us. The sight of Dusty at that very
moment had the same effect as having a bucket of cold water dumped over my head.
This wasn’t exactly how I had imagined running into Dusty again.

“Hey, Dusty.
What’s up man?” Nate sounded annoyed, although he tried to hide it.

Dusty was staring
at me. He looked angry. “I came over to say hi to Jane.”

Nate grabbed my
hand and tried to pull me toward the house, but I didn’t move; I was rooted to
the spot. “She was just heading to the bathroom.”

Dusty’s jaw
clenched. “I’ll show her where it is. I want to talk to her anyway.”

They were talking about
me like I wasn’t even there. Although, my ability to speak did seem to have momentarily
escaped me.

“Give us a minute,
Nate.” Dusty practically ordered it.

Nate scowled, but
dropped my hand. He turned to me. “Jane, I’ll be back at the game when you’re
finished.”

I nodded to him as
he left. Why did I feel so guilty getting caught kissing Nate? And why did Dusty
seem so angry about it?

Dusty and I
started walking toward the house. “I’m glad you decided to come.”

My tongue managed
to finally work again. Unfortunately, the beer had loosened it somewhat. “What
was that all about? You look pissed.”

My words seemed to
take Dusty aback somewhat, like he hadn’t expected me to mention it. “
I’m
not pissed. But wouldn’t Johnnie be pissed if he saw that little display of
yours?”

Johnnie?
I
couldn’t help the sarcasm that oozed out with my reply. “Who are you, my
father?”

Dusty’s eyes
narrowed. “Nate’s an ass. Stay away from him.”

“And you’re not an
ass?”
Jeez, why was I being so difficult?

Dusty swept a hand
through his hair. “Jane, I’m just looking out for you. I know you don’t hold
your liquor well.”

I flinched and
stopped in my tracks. I heard my words softly slurring even as I tried to deny
that I was drunk. “That was one time, Dusty. And
you’re
the one who took
advantage of me. Remember?”

“Oh no.” Dusty shook
his head. “Let’s not rewrite history here. You were the one who climbed all
over me.”

The beauty of
being drunk was that I wasn’t utterly embarrassed by his words. Even though in
some remote corner of my brain, I knew I should be.

“No, I wouldn’t do
that!” My denial didn’t sound very convincing, especially since I never could
remember what exactly happened that night.

Dusty took a step
closer to me until our bodies were almost touching. His voice lowered. “In
fact, Jane, you were touching me. And kissing me. And begging me for more. And
all your moaning and groaning told me you liked it.”

My heart was
pounding hard in my chest, yet it felt like I wasn’t getting any oxygen to my
brain. I felt dizzy. My knees were rubbery.

I grabbed onto his
forearms for support even as I denied his words. “No. No. That’s not what
happened.”

“Yes, Jane.” His
gaze was searing. His voice was a whispered promise. “You climbed into my bed.
Your hands were all over my body. Touching me everywhere.”

His arm had snaked
around my waist and he pulled me in so tight against his body. The air around
us practically sizzled with intensity. The nearness, the feel of his body, had
me absolutely aching for his touch. I stood frozen in his embrace, not knowing
what to do, but captured by his knowing gaze while he waited for my answer.
Had
he even asked a question?

I knew I should
defend myself. Deny what he was saying. But all I could feel was that intense
burning of lust centered right between my legs and tingling throughout my body.
I wanted Dusty with a fierceness. I always had.

Aunt Bettie’s
favorite saying was that when life handed you lemons, you made lemonade. I
certainly knew a thing or two about getting lemons. In fact, I was more than a
bit used to getting handed lemons by now. But, on
very
rare occasions,
life handed you the glass of lemonade pre-mixed and pre-sweetened. All you had
to do was just drink it down. So why was I just standing there looking at it?
Start
drinking, girl. Take a sip.

My arms wrapped
around Dusty’s shoulders. Our eyes connected for a scorching moment before we
kissed. I think I gave it all away in that moment. My aching need. My desire.
My complete infatuation for him. It couldn’t be helped.

We were like two
live wires, that when finally united, sparked into an uncontrolled combustible
explosion. Dusty’s kiss transcended normal kisses. It swept me out of my narrow
world and into an almost spiritual experience, yet its affects were quite down
to earth and completely toe-curling.

While our tongues
danced against each other’s, my body melted completely into his and trembled
with a passionate reaction to his nearness. Every part of me tingled with
awareness. Shivers ran through my body as his hands swept down the skin of my
bare arms. One of his hands tangled in my hair and the other settled on my ass,
trapping me against the hard cock that I could feel through the fabric of his
shorts.

His lips were fiercely
demanding; his tongue was deliciously probing. I was lost in that kiss, my body
automatically reacting to his every touch, every nerve in my body firing with uncontained
desire.

I was so aroused
that it was crazy. I had never felt anything like it before. My pussy was
aching with need and my panties were soaked with the evidence of it. It was all
I could do not to maul him right then and there.

Dusty broke our
kiss and I was surprised to find that my hands had wandered beneath his shirt.
I stopped their exploring, but I didn’t retreat. The feel of his smooth muscles
under my hands made me crazy to feel more of him. I wanted so much more.

He was watching me
so intensely; it almost made me forget to breathe. At that very moment, I had
no doubt in my mind. I wanted to give myself to Dusty Hamilton. I wanted him to
take me. I would worry about the consequences some other time.

“Dusty, I want- ”

Our moment was
shattered. “Michelle is looking for you.”

Chad was standing
right next to us. His voice got more urgent. “Dude, she’s looking for you. Your
girlfriend is on her way over here right now.”

His girlfriend?
I stiffened in Dusty’s arms.
What the hell?

I couldn’t hide
the shock or hurt that washed over my face. And Dusty certainly couldn’t hide
the guilt that washed over his. “Jane, I…”

I took a step
backward and Dusty let me go. The sudden loss of his support made me stumble and
almost fall flat onto my ass. I barely righted myself when Dusty’s girlfriend, Michelle,
walked over to us. Her smile of smug superiority reminded me of Dusty’s high
school girlfriend, Glenna.

“Dusty, where have
you been hiding?” The cheerfulness in her voice sounded fake.

I wasn’t sure if
she’d seen me with Dusty, but I saw her look me over, sizing me up. And her
eyes focused like laser beams right onto my chest. I knew my nipples were hardened
and protruding from the thin fabric of my top. I wasn’t wearing a bra, I had
just been extremely aroused and I knew my headlights were showing.
Unfortunately, I was standing in a pool of light cast from a floodlight mounted
on the back of the house.

Oh yes, Michelle
had noticed. Her eyes narrowed even though she was still smiling. “I don’t
think we’ve met before.”

Dusty glanced at
me. And he noticed my nipples, too.
Jesus, could this get any worse?

“I’m Jane.” I
decided to keep it simple.

“Oh. Huh.”
Michelle shrugged me off. Then she turned to Dusty like she had forgotten I was
there already. “I need to tell you a secret…” She leaned all over him to
whisper in his ear.

I felt nauseous
watching the display. I turned and walked to the back door of the house as fast
as my legs would take me without risking a humiliating tumble. I entered the
house and stumbled around until I found the bathroom.

I was drunk, so I
was really close to breaking down into tears. It took me several minutes to
compose myself.
Hold it all in, Jane.
When I was ready, I gathered my strength
and headed back outside.

I headed toward
the bonfire, not even looking in the direction that I knew Michelle was
practically dry humping Dusty in.

On my way down the
yard, I got stopped by a nerdy looking guy. “Hey, you wanna shot?”

“Hell, yeah.”

I picked up the
shot glass from his plastic tray and downed the liquid in one motion. I
returned the glass and resumed my walk toward the bonfire.

Dustin

The night had
turned into a fucking disaster. First, I had to leave my own party to go pick
up Michelle. Instead of waiting a couple of hours until the party started, she
decided she needed to go out.  So she left my house and then got stuck at
her friend’s house with no ride. I tried, but I couldn’t get out of picking her
up. I had to drive thirty minutes to get to her and then thirty back again.
Luckily, I had only just started drinking before she called.

After we got back,
Michelle pretty much ignored me. Unless she needed a new beer. For some reason,
she couldn’t get her own damn beer. She had to come find me whenever she needed
a new one.

I made the rounds
of the party and that’s when I saw Jane. She had come over after all and she
looked unbelievably hot. My excitement at finding her was short-lived, however.
Man, was I pissed when I saw Nate’s hands all over her. I felt like stomping
over there and pulling her away from him. Nate was a good enough guy and all,
but why the fuck was he touching Jane?

It was when I saw
them break away from the drinking game that I made my move. I had just gotten
Michelle a new beer, so I knew she’d be ignoring me for probably the next hour
or so. I desperately wanted to talk to Jane and now was the opportunity.

I was practically
in a rage when I saw Nate kiss Jane. All I could think was to get him away from
her. When I finally got rid of Nate, things got hot between us right away. Blazing
hot, in fact, and it wasn’t just me. Jane seemed similarly affected. There was
something about Jane that just drove me wild. I had never felt that before with
anyone. It seemed out of my control and that left me as confused as I was horny.

There was a moment
before Chad showed up when I saw the look on her face. That expression was
seared into my memory. I knew in that moment that I wanted Jane Brown. Not just
to fuck her for one night, but for something more. It was confusing, but I definitely
needed something more from her.

That moment of
clarity turned to shit when Michelle interrupted. I couldn’t escape the look of
pain and betrayal on Jane’s face when she realized I had a girlfriend, but I
thought I could make her understand. I would drop Michelle in a heartbeat for
Jane. I was sure I could convince her of that.

Michelle must have
known what was going on. She may not have seen Jane and I together, but she saw
us looking guilty. She knew that my dick was hard for another woman when she
pressed up against me. I was sure she was about to explode. I braced myself
waiting for the dramatics to unfold, hoping that she would just cut me free
right then and there.

I’ll never understand
women. Michelle wasn’t that into me anymore, but instead of dumping me on my
ass, she staked her claim. It was the last thing I had expected. Jane ran off
horrified, straight back to Nate, and I didn’t blame her.

Instead of chasing
after Jane, I continued drinking while Michelle attached herself to me. I don’t
know what I was thinking, but I took my confusion and anger out on Michelle.

I fucked her that
night. I was pretty drunk. Michelle encouraged it and I was too emotionally
twisted to hold back. I hadn’t been laid in weeks and before I knew it, Michelle
was sucking me off. There was no resistance on my part. I told myself that there
was nothing wrong with having sex with your own girlfriend, even if I was
imagining that I was actually fucking Jane the whole time.

I ignored the hurt
look I imagined on Jane’s face as I fucked Michelle. Why did I feel so wrong
doing it?
It not cheating to fuck your own girlfriend.

I wasn’t gentle.
There was no finesse involved. I flipped her over and plowed into her doggy
style. Then I pushed her head down into the pillow and rode her hard. I didn’t
want to see her face. I didn’t want to hear her reaction. It wasn’t exactly a
tender loving moment.

The next morning,
I felt a moment of guilt, but then I pushed it away. I didn’t want to think
about it. I slid out of the bed without waking Michelle and escaped to the
shower.

One thing was
clear in my head. I needed to break up with Michelle. It had nothing to do with
Jane really. She had just made me realize the truth. I wasn’t going to dump Michelle
the morning after I fucked the brains out of her though. I had a little bit of
class left.

I headed
downstairs. Ace was scarfing down some scrambled eggs on the couch in front of
the TV. Chad was draped across an armchair. He looked like he had just woken
up. I was glad Nate wasn’t around. I wasn’t ready to run into him yet.

Chad looked up.
“Dusty, you’re alive. Where did you disappear to last night?”

I sat down on the
couch next to Ace. I didn’t really want to talk about myself. “What did I miss?”

Chad laughed. “Ace
was chasing after that Molly chick. You know, the one that’s friends with
Jane.”

Ace spoke with his
mouth full. “Yeah, did you know those two went to our high school?”

I tried to keep my
expression neutral. “Yeah. Her name is Millie, by the way. You might have a
better chance with her if you get her name right.”

Chad sat up and
spoke to Ace. “Yeah, that’s right, it’s Millie. And dude, Jane is that girl
that Dusty hooked up with at Jordy’s party and started all the rumors about right
before prom.”

“Shit! I remember
that.” Ace dropped his fork. “Man, she sure has changed a lot. Nate was all
over her shit last night. Lucky bastard.”

That was exactly
what I didn’t want to hear. It pissed me off, but it was ridiculous. I had no
claim over Jane. I was about to ask more when Michelle came downstairs. She
hadn’t bothered to comb her hair and she looked like she had just rolled out of
bed. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers. At one point,
not too long ago, I would have probably thought she looked adorable. It would
have pumped up my pride, because it was obvious what we had been doing all
night. Instead, it made me feel more deflated and depressed than ever.

“Hi guys.” She
smiled at me. “Dusty, I’m starving. Can you make me something for breakfast?”

“How about you get
dressed and I’ll make you a cup of coffee?” It wasn’t the most generous offer,
but it was all I could muster up at the moment.

She pouted. “But
I’m hungry. Don’t you have at least a bagel or something in there-”

We all turned to
the staircase as we heard footsteps coming down. I couldn’t believe what I saw.
Everything inside me turned ice cold.

Nate came down the
steps followed by Jane.
My Jane
. I vaguely registered the look of horror
cross her face when she saw us all gathered in the front room, witness to her
apparent embarrassment.

I could barely
hear what was being said because a rush of blood was pounding in my ears. I
almost lost my shit when Michelle chose that exact moment to flounce on over
and sit in my lap.

Michelle giggled.
“Well, if it isn’t Jane! You look tired, Jane. I know how you feel. I didn’t
get any damn sleep last night either. Dusty kept me up all night long!”

Jane didn’t even
look in our direction, but Nate shot Michelle a disgusted look. Neither of them
said a word, but walked through the room and out the front door.

Fuck!
I couldn’t
decide whether I was in a table-flipping rage or just too damn depressed to
bother moving.