Chompin' at the Bit (Horse Play #2) (5 page)

“Jensen?”

Chapter 4. Foiled Again

J
ensen closed his eyes and clenched his jaw in frustration as he pressed his forehead to mine. His fingers loosened against my backside before he moved his hands up to press—almost possessively—against my lower back. Breathing heavily, I turned my head away from his, moving my hands from around him to readjust my skirt. When my eyes found the source of our interruption, I saw a new face to accompany the voice I didn’t recognize. Her eyes were ice-blue and her long hair a deep shade of auburn, falling as straight as a pin down her back. There was something about the way she avoided looking at me that pushed me toward a conclusion that made my blood run cold.

“There you are,” she said, her voice confident to match her graceful posture and movements. Dressed to the nines in a form-fitted red dress, she positively oozed the stereotypical blue-blooded upbringing I assumed she had experienced. Her eyes finally found me, and she smirked—not smiled …
smirked
. “Who’s this?”

My head snapped back and forth between Jensen and the woman whose name I had yet to learn—but suspected—before I smiled and pushed away from Jensen’s still possessive hold on me. As I approached her, I extended a hand and offered her a smile. It wasn’t a smile of kindness; it was downright arrogant. “I’m Madison. Jensen’s date for the wedding. And you are?”

She took my hand, her eyes sizing me up before glancing at Jensen. “She’s pretty, Jensen. Not really your type, though, if I remember correctly. I’m Kaylie. An old …
friend
of Jensen’s.”

“Oh, so
you’re
Kaylie,” I said with mock-realization.

“Madi …” Jensen began to warn, coming up behind me and gripping my wrist.

“Yes?” I turned to him coyly, quickly recognizing the spark of lust in his eyes.

“We should get back to the party.” Clearly I had recognized wrong. “I have to talk to Kyle, and my mother was asking for you before I came to find you.” I didn’t miss the way he emphasized that his mother was requesting me; there was definitely some kind of contempt directed toward Kaylie with his words.

“Well, I’d hate to keep Janet waiting.” Slipping my hand into his and lacing our fingers together, I pulled Jensen back toward the restaurant.

“Yes, well, it’s been a pleasure,” Kaylie said, attempting to save face, even though I could hear the venom and scorn practically dripping from her teeth.

I stopped, a wicked smile on my face as I turned so I could view her through my periphery. “No, the pleasure’s
all mine
.”

As soon as we were free of her and back in the restaurant, Jensen pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly, careful to keep it quick so we didn’t get inappropriately feelsy in front of a room full of people. “The pleasure’s all yours, huh?” he inquired.

With a giggle, I shrugged.
“So, that was her?” Jensen nodded, his smile falling slightly. “She seems … nice?”

Jensen laughed. “Yes, well, I suspect she wasn’t expecting that you would know who she was. I think it threw her a little.” He paused for a moment, gripping my hips a little tighter. “What do you say we get out of here?”

Drunk or not, there was still something bothering me about why he kissed me the way he did. “Okay,” I said softly. “But first … I have to know if the only reason you want to leave now is because she’s suddenly shown up? You don’t feel like you’ve got something to prove to me, do you? Because you don’t. We’re not even—”

Smiling genuinely he moved a stray lock of hair from my face before tucking it behind my ear. A trail of fire licked my skin in his fingers’ wake, and I sighed at the sensation. “While it’s true I came to find you after she showed up, I assure you that she is not the reason I want to take you back to our room … To our bed.”

It felt as though my heart skipped a beat, and my cheeks hurt when my smile widened. “Okay,” I said, taking his hands in mine and walking backward, forcing him to follow me.

“There you two are!” Janet called out to my right. Collectively, Jensen and I quietly groaned before turning to her. “You’re not leaving so soon, are you? You must come have another drink with us.”

Jensen looked at me, clearly not wanting to disappoint his mother. “One more?”

“One more,” I agreed.

One more quickly turned to two, which quickly turned into Kyle, Gavin, Jensen, and me doing shots of Patron at the bar after Lilah and her buddy Kaylie retired for the night. In the course of the evening, I went from sober and nervous, to drunk and social, to full and tipsy, to shot-doing-laughing-so-hard-my-abs-hurt wasted, and Jensen had to hold me upright.

“Come on, little Madi,” Kyle pleaded, holding another shot of tequila out for me. “You know you want to …”

My vision had blurred substantially in the hours since Jensen and I had been pulled back to the party, and I had long-since abandoned my heels to keep from falling on my ass—again. “I dunno,” I said, looking back at Jensen whose cheeks were slightly red and his eyes glassy. “I think Jensen’s pree’y drunk.”

“You two are lightweights!” Kyle boomed, thrusting the shot out toward me.

“Y’know, Kyle … I don’t respon’ well to peer pressure,” I informed him, taking the shot glass and holding it up before downing it like the pro I had become in the last … um … six? My three drinking partners followed suit so that I wasn’t drinking alone. Noble, weren’t they? I loved them.

All the drinking allowed me to forget about what’s-her-name. Earlier in the evening, I’d caught her staring at us, but I would just smile and wave, and she’d roll her eyes and turn away. Drunk me gave zero fucks. I liked her.

“And I’d probably be a little more inclined to believe that, Madikins, if you hadn’t succumbed to the last three shots,” Kyle countered, holding up four fingers to the bartender. It was weird, every time he did that, there were just as many full shot glasses that follo—ooooh, it was all starting to make sense in my drunken state. Motherfucker.

“Hey, don’t you have to get married tomorrow? I’ss, like…” I looked around the room for a clock or something before grabbing Gavin’s left arm and yanking his wrist toward me. I had to lean in real close to make the three watches merge into one that I could still barely read. “Midnight-thirty. You’re gonna need your beauty sleep.” He handed me another shot glass, and I grimaced.

“One more and I’ll let Jensen carry you caveman style up to your room,” Kyle bargained, shoving another shooter in my direction.

“Fine. But only ’cause you’re the groomy.” The three men laughed, and we all held up our glasses in a silent toast and drank in unison. “Okay, boys,” I announced, waving my arm dramatically in the air. “I’m going to bed because I have a hot date with an incredibly energetic woman in the morning.” Both Kyle and Gavin choked on the swigs of beer they had taken while Jensen chuckled at their reaction. “What? Oh! OH! You boys, always with your heads in the gutter! I don’t know how anyone puts up with it.”

“Guess that’s why you’ve made this date, huh?” Gavin ribbed playfully.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You are not very funny, Mr. Piers. Ha! Your last name is ‘Piers’! That rhymes with ‘beers’!”

“Okay, you,” Jensen said, still laughing behind me. “Let’s get you to bed before you get talked into a few more shots and we have to take you to the hospital.”

“Oh, pffft!” I exclaimed, bending over to retrieve my shoes. Apparently, I moved too fast because I lost my balance and almost fell over. Jensen was there to catch me before I fell—he always was.
My hero
.

I couldn’t stop giggling as he helped me upright and grabbed my shoes for me. He wrapped his right arm around my waist and held me steadily as he turned us from the bar. “I’ll see you boys in the morning. Kyle, have a good sleep.”

“I’d say ‘you too’, but I don’t think you two will be doing much sleeping,” he shouted across the emptying restaurant.

I turned my head quickly, causing the room to spin a little, and I opened my mouth to say something that was probably going to be highly inappropriate. Before I could utter a word, Jensen swooped me into his arms, and I giggled as he carried me from the room.

“Why’d you do that?” I asked through my laughter as he set me down in front of the elevator doors.

“Because you’ve been pretty open about a lot of things, and I don’t know that, of all the people you’ve met tonight, Kyle is the one you want knowing about what we do or don’t do in our hotel room.”

“Don’t do?” I questioned. “Are you saying you don’t want to?”

Jensen snickered. “Not at all. But in your state, I’m worried you might not be feeling up to it.”

The elevator doors opened, and I flattened my hands on Jensen’s chest and pushed him forward until I had him pinned against the mirrored wall at the back. “I’m feeling jus’ fine,” I assured him before tilting my head up and standing on the very tips of my toes so I could kiss him.

Thankfully, he met me halfway and our lips moved slowly together. “Good,” he said, breaking away from our kiss.

The doors opened and Jensen took my hand, quickly pulling me behind him down the hall to our room. I had to laugh when he dropped the key-card a couple of times. Finally, he got the door open, and we rushed into the room. He threw my shoes off to the side somewhere before gathering me in his arms and pressing his lips to mine.

Needing him naked, I slipped my arms between us and started to tug on his tie. Simultaneously, his hands moved to the zipper of my skirt and slid it down slowly, each soft tick  sending a yummy tingle directly between my legs. My skirt fell, creating a fabric puddle around my ankles as I quickly pulled the undone tie from Jensen’s neck and discarded it behind me.

My fingers were a little clumsy from all the alcohol, making it a little more difficult to unbutton his shirt, so I appreciated Jensen’s assistance as he ripped it off his body while our lips remained locked. Buttons flew in various directions, and I moaned like that same porn star I channeled the first time he ever touched me intimately.

My body was on fire as he slipped his hands beneath the hem of my shirt and started to raise it. Not that I wanted to, but I parted our lips and lifted my arms so he could finish his task. With me now in nothing but my matching black lace lingerie set, Jensen groaned and pulled me back into his arms before rushing us to the bed.

We fell into the down comforter, laughing as I struggled to find my way on top of him. Jensen overpowered me though and rolled me onto my back so he was pressed solidly between my thighs. He used his brightly tattooed arm to hold his full weight off me, his muscles straining against the inked skin. Through his dress pants, I could feel his arousal, and I pushed against him shamelessly.

“You need to lose the pants,” I told him brokenly between shallow breaths.

Clearly, he didn’t need to be told twice before he stood up and followed my orders, returning to me in his boxer briefs. “Better?” he asked, brushing his nose against mine before trailing light, teasing kisses down my jaw and neck.

“For now,” I whispered, arching my back as Jensen kissed along the line of my right shoulder, pulling my bra strap down at the same time.

His lips travelled down the column of my neck, then over my sternum and toward my right breast while he palmed the left. I moaned, and Jensen groaned, pushing his hips forward again. “God, Madi. I want to fuck you.”

I bit my lower lip, twisting my fingers into his hair, and moaned again. “Make it so, Number One,” I quoted Picard with a giggle that soon escalated to a full-blown laugh.

I felt Jensen’s lips twist up into a smile against my breast and he released a chuckle. “That shouldn’t be as sexy as it is.”

His mouth descended on my body again, forcing me to swallow my laughter as more moans and sighs fill the room and I writhed against him. Pressure quickly expanded in my abdomen, my muscles tightening, the longer he continued to kiss and tease me. And then the tension released …

… in the form of a hiccup.

Both of us raised our heads, and our eyes connected. Jensen had a goofy grin on his face, and I was just annoyed because I could feel the next hiccup building. “It’s okay,” I told him. “They’ll go away.” I hiccupped again. “Seriously.”

They didn’t relent though, and it was very frustrating. There we were, finally about to round third and slide home—
heh heh heh, “slide.”
—and I had the worst case of hiccups! “Dammit!” I cried out before sucking in a deep breath, hoping that would work.

“I’ll go grab you a glass of water,” Jensen offered, climbing off the bed as I nodded.

He disappeared into the bathroom, and I pushed my half-naked body up toward the head of the bed, sucking in another breath as I lay back on the huge pillows. I heard the tap in the bathroom run for a moment. I assumed Jensen was waiting for it to get cold. Closing my eyes, I exhaled before hiccupping again, and sucked in another deep breath, holding it for as long as possible and questioning our luck.

Chapter 5. Text, Interrupted