Discovering Us (11 page)

Chapter 12

I was two months away from turning twenty when all was right with my world.

Jag had stayed Saturday night too and left early Sunday morning so he could get back to his apartment and, in his exact words, “Get some rest from the nymphomaniac I’ve created.” I noticed he wore a humongous smile when he said that.

What can I say? As much as I liked kissing him, he should’ve known that once we’d had sex, the dam would be broken and I’d only want more. I didn’t hear him complaining any, though.

I’d told Rebecca everything, which had made her dance around my bedroom like a damned lunatic, making me burst out laughing. But I couldn’t help feeling giddy in the fact that Jag and I were now officially a couple. After we’d talked, Rebecca told me that she and Ross would stay at his place that night so Jag and I could have some time alone. I so loved her. She was such a good friend.

After they’d looked at and worked on Ross’s car, the guys had come in and had a beer before Rebecca and I came into the living room and she told Ross their plans for the night. Ross had raised an eyebrow, then with a grin punched Jag in the arm, winked at me, went to Rebecca’s room to gather up some stuff, came out, kissed the top of my head, gave Jag one of those man hugs, grinned once more, told Jag he’d be talking to him soon, told us both goodbye then grabbed Rebecca’s hand and they left. Well, wow. I so loved him too.

Jag then turned to me from where he sat on a barstool, and the look on his face could’ve melted the clothes right off me. Whoa.

“Shower?” was all he’d said before setting his beer down, getting up and stalking toward me looking all kinds of hot, his hair messy from working on Ross’s vehicle, a little smudge of grease on his face.

I gulped before squeaking out in a whisper, “Yeah?”

As he prowled toward me like some jungle cat, instinct, I guess it was, made me back away from him until I hit the wall. And still he kept coming toward me, that damned smirk on his face making every part of me go hot for him. When he made it to me, he pressed his body into mine, looking down at me, his eyes heated.

“
Yeah?
My girl first teases me with a shower and now she’s questioning it?” He pressed his hips against my stomach so I could feel that he was serious about this shower business.

Holy shit. I guess he was finished with wearing kid gloves when it came to me. He’d been all in protective mode with me before, but now the playing field was leveled. We were going by a new set of rules, and I couldn’t have been more thrilled as I felt a shiver go through me.

“Not questioning it,” I breathed out, looking up at him.

His mouth twitched. “No?” he asked, eyebrow raised, looking sexier than ever.

“No,” I whispered.

He leaned down and brushed his lips over mine, his hands running down my back then down farther to cup my ass as he jerked me roughly into him. He pulled back and looked down at me, his eyes smoldering. Gah! I’d seen him worked up before, but this was new. This wasn’t just about hands sneaking inside jeans or under a bra. This was leading to serious stuff now, and it was hot. His mouth took mine again, his tongue wrapping around mine, making a sound come from deep inside my throat that I couldn’t even describe. Damn. One of his hands then snaked up and he wrapped his fingers into my hair, tugging my head back as his lips attacked my neck. Wow and double damn.

My hands went to his waistband and I pulled almost frantically at his t-shirt free, jerking it up, wanting it off him. He grabbed it from behind his neck, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor then pulled my sweatshirt up and off me, his hands immediately cupping my bare breasts. I smoothed my hands over his sculpted chest then down to his fly as I tugged the buttons open, reaching my hand inside to stroke him. I swear he growled at that, which only served to turn me on even more than I already was.

“Shower… now…” he ground out as he pulled me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into the bathroom, his mouth landing hard on mine again.

He set me down and reached in to turn on the water, then turned to tug my shorts and panties down my legs before unlacing his boots and ridding himself of his jeans and boxer briefs. I still couldn’t get enough of seeing him fully naked. He was built like a Greek god, so muscular and beautiful as if he’d been sculpted by one of the masters themselves. When he caught me staring at him, particularly down at his huge erection, he smirked then pulled me inside the shower with him, bending to kiss me before grabbing the bottle of shampoo. He placed me under the water to wet my hair then turned me to where my back was against his front as he proceeded to wash my hair, running his long fingers through it, which felt wonderful. After finishing my hair, he poured body wash into his hands then ran them all over my body, making me shiver.

He rinsed me off then keeping my back to his front, he wrapped his arms around me, one going across my chest where he cupped my breast in his hand, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger, the other hand going between my legs, his fingers finding the mark immediately. I slammed my head back against his chest, my neck arching, as his fingers circled over me, his mouth coming down to kiss, nip and lick its way up my shoulder to my neck before stopping at my ear where he whispered very naughty things to me. He then slid a finger inside me as his thumb kept making swirls. All of this combined made me come so hard I was lucky he had his arm wrapped around me or I’d have collapsed on the shower floor.

When I was sure my legs were no longer rubbery and could hold me up, I turned to face him and after kissing him long and hard, I did the same for him, first washing the smudge of grease off his face then lathered up his hair. After that, I explored every stunning part of him with my hands as I spread the body wash over his broad shoulders and down his biceps, reaching around to glide them over his back and his tight butt then around to his hard chest and over his rippled abs. His body was magnificent. I rinsed the suds off his body then I did something I’d wanted to do to him for a long time. Running my hands slowly down his chest and abs, I knelt in front of him and licked the tip of his length, looking up at him and smiling when I saw the surprised look on his face. I languorously licked the underside of his shaft before taking him fully into my mouth, which made him throw his head back as he let out an, “Oh, fuck.” Oh, I liked this. I felt so powerful in that moment.

Moving my mouth up and down his hard length, I cupped him with my hand, squeezing gently as I gauged his reaction to my every move, wanting him to feel as good as he’d made me feel earlier.

“Jesus, El, you’ve got to stop, baby,” he said through gritted teeth before he bent to pull me up then smashed his mouth to mine. He turned us to where the shower was at his back and pressed me against the wall continuing to kiss me before he said against my lips, “You too sore for any more, babe?” He pulled back to look at me, his blue eyes that deep navy that I knew meant he was way turned on.

“No,” I gasped out. Yeah, I was a little sore, but I wasn’t going to stop this for anything. I grabbed him by the hair at the back of his neck and pulled him to me for another wet kiss.

“Wanted you for so fucking long,” he ground out then grabbed my leg and hitched it over his hip, positioning himself at my entrance before driving up inside me so smoothly it made us both cry out. “Feels so goddamned good,” he murmured into my neck before he pulled his hips back almost leaving me empty then rolled them forward and filling me completely.

“Jag,” I hissed, already feeling the burn inside as I grasped his shoulders while he kept surging back and forward, filling me over and over again.

“Let it go, El. Love how you feel around me when you come.”

He dipped his head and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, which made all kinds of things happen to my body as another long moan escaped me. He moved to my other breast, doing the same and I couldn’t take it any more as I felt my core clench around him, then the buildup burst inside me, and I screamed out as my climax overtook me.

“That’s it, give it to me,” Jag drawled as he continued pumping inside me, one hand clasped around my thigh on his hip, the other at the curve of my butt anchoring me as he drove inside.

God. How could we not have been doing this all those years? I was gonna have a word with him later about withholding this from me, I thought as I kissed his shoulder, loving how he felt in my arms. I could tell he was getting closer as his thrusts shortened and his grips on my ass and thigh got tighter.

“Gonna come, babe,” his husky voice breathed against my ear, as he plunged inside me harder, faster.

I pulled back to watch him because it’d been spectacular before, and I damn sure wasn’t disappointed this time either. He thrust up inside me deep, burying himself to the root as he seemed to stop breathing, the veins in his neck popping out, his head snapping back as he came with a loud groan. Wow. So damned sexy. He rested his cheek against the top of my head, hugging me tight. We stood like that for several seconds before he kissed the top of my head and turned me so the water sprayed on me so I could clean myself up then did the same to himself.

We ordered Chinese because we were both starving and after eating, we hit the bed. It was only eight in the evening, but I knew Jag had to be tired from driving all night.

“Love you, El,” he said sleepily as he ran his hand through my hair.

“Love you too, Jag,” I whispered back, my hand running circles over his chest as I lay with my head there listening to the strong beat of his heart. When his breathing evened out, I knew he was asleep which left me to lie there thinking, a gazillion thoughts running through my mind. How was I going to survive after he left? I mean, we’d had sex now. And I really loved having sex. And I wanted to have more sex. Jeez. Had I become a total nymphomaniac or what? To clarify, I meant I wanted to have more sex with
Jag
. Wasn’t like I was gonna go all Slutlapalooza and sleep with anyone else. I’d meant it when I’d once told him that I wanted him to be my first and my only.

I also found myself going over our wedding plans. Hey, it’s not like every girl doesn’t go there at least once with the guy she loves, right? And Rebecca and I had had our weddings all planned out since we were in sixth grade anyway, so it wasn’t like this was a stretch. As I lay there, I pictured my colors of navy and pale yellow, my bouquet of white calla lilies with pale yellow baby roses, and my dress like Cinderella’s wedding dress but with a sweetheart neckline and huge skirt (hm, guess my prom dress hadn’t been too far off the mark). Rebecca, of course, would be my maid of honor wearing her short, navy, chiffon, strapless dress with flirty, full skirt (see? ALL planned out), and Jag would look smoking hot wearing a navy tux with a pale yellow vest and tie as he waited for me to walk down the aisle to him. Now that I was older, I’d probably change the reception to something more normal other than the carnival theme I’d loved when I was twelve when I’d decided we’d have at least twenty of those bouncy, Moon Jump things. Or would I? I snickered at that which made Jag turn in his sleep and kiss the side of my head before he turned over. So sweet.

With a smile on my face, I finally drifted off to visions of Jag and me riding off in a pumpkin-shaped carriage.

I was pressed against my wall (thank
God
Mom hadn’t let me bring my iron bed frame) at the head of my bed, my legs wrapped around Jag’s waist, and he was on his knees, driving up into me hard and deep.

I’d awakened from the nicest dream of him having his hands all over me only to realize that’s what was really happening. And now here we were. I gasped his name as I felt myself go over the edge, which made him speed up his movements then he joined me.

He fell back on the bed, pulling me with him to where I sprawled on top of him, both of us breathing heavily.

“You’re trying to kill me,” he said on an exhale as he ran a hand down to cup my bottom.

Well, that wasn’t very nice… even though I
had
woken him around ten the night before and again just after midnight to have another couple goes at him, and now it was just before six and we’d just had sex again.

“Hey, you took the lead on this one,” I reminded him, pulling my head up to look down at him.

He cracked both eyes open just a little and looked at me, his mouth twitching at the sides as he shook his head. “Nympho.”

I feigned shock. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” he said with a chuckle then put a hand on my face as he looked up at me with what seemed to be pure adoration. God, he could look at me like that every day and I wouldn’t complain one bit.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll make you go again,” I threatened with a snort.

“Oh, you’ll
make
me, huh?” he said, eyebrow arched as he moved his hand from my face slowly down my back to join his other hand at my butt and squeezed with both hands.

I dipped my head to lick his throat, running my tongue up the side of his neck and whispered in his ear, “I’ll make you my sex slave.” I nipped his ear lobe with my teeth.

“Nympho,” he murmured as he turned us to where he was on top and when he did, I felt that he was just about ready for another go.

“Sex slave,” I repeated on a moan as he leaned down and bit my neck, one of his hands coming between us, moving down so his fingers could work their magic on me.

Let’s just say we both lived up to our nicknames… and then some.

“I wish you could stay,” I said with a sniffle.

“I know, baby. I do too. But I’ve got to get back. I’ll call you every hour, okay?”

It was nine Sunday morning and Jag was going back to school. I hated that stupid school and didn’t care if he knew it. Screw being diplomatic and sweet and supportive. I’d already done that. Now I wanted my boyfriend with me.

When he grabbed his duffle bag from my room and set it by the front door, I couldn’t help myself as I started crying harder.