Hang Tough (23 page)

That shot her straight into orbit.

Instead of the pulsing and throbbing being synchronized, the orgasm rolled over her in waves. The inner tightening of her muscles, the
throb throb throb
of her clit, back to his stroking fingers coaxing more of those long pulls and then his mouth squeezing out three slower throbs.

When her legs still trembled in the aftermath, Tobin nuzzled that delicate area between her hip bones as he tenderly caressed her.

Jade had squeezed her eyes shut both times he'd worked her into a frenzy. So when he showed her a gentler touch, she opened her eyes to find
Tobin peering up at her. He was just . . . all man. From the brooding set to his lips to his rugged profile. She reached out to trace the hard line of his jaw.

He trapped her arm against her knee and kissed the inside of her wrist. “You are so fucking sexy when you let go. I can't even describe what a fucking rush it is that you give yourself over to me completely, knowing you come undone from what I do to you, knowing that it's real because I can feel it. I can taste it.”

“Tobin.” His honestly floored her.

“So fair warning, baby, now that I know how it is between us? I'm gonna want you more that I already did. I'm gonna want it all the fucking time.” He scraped his cheek up the inside of her wrist. “Does that scare you?”

“Only if you don't give me a choice. But that's not you. Or else you would've used that second condom last night without a second thought.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I showed remarkable restraint. Lucky for you I don't have to do that right now.”

“Very lucky for me. But I'll warn you. I've never hit three oral Os in one night.”

“I'll remind you, babe, that it's not night. And I could stay here all damn day with this sweet pussy in my face.”

“That position isn't strangling your poor cock?”

“A little. Every time you come and make that sexy fucking moan, it's raring to go to get you to make that noise again.” He licked up her slit. “And again.”

The thought of all that power and passion unleashed on her . . . she couldn't wait.

Tobin slowed the pace. His kisses on her clit were fleeting, making her arch hard for more contact with his mouth. Which he denied her. He sucked her pussy lips. Wiggled his tongue all the way inside her. He didn't take her to the edge and back off. Instead he drove her to that edge one lick at a time.

Finally he ramped up the pace. He swept the stubble on his chin back and forth across her swollen clit. Sometimes that bristle was soft. Sometimes it wasn't. But that quick sting quickly melted into pleasure.

Then Jade had drifted back into that place where
please please please
became a mantra as her body inched closer and closer to that state of pulsating bliss.

At some point Tobin had started swirling his wet thumb over the pucker of her ass, and that gave her an entirely new sensation to focus on. So she didn't notice at first when the abrasion of his beard on her clit increased and stung more than tickled.

But she started to squirm, and he used his free hand to keep her hips pinned against the couch. Then she held her breath with every prickly pass and became light-headed.

Just when she thought she couldn't take another sharp pain, Tobin opened his mouth over her clit and sucked softly, adding the random lash of his tongue.

Jade came hard—harder than she'd ever come in her life. A kaleidoscope of shifting patterns and shapes danced behind her eyelids, twirling her around into a white vortex of nothingness, where the only constant was the roaring in her ears and the accelerated beat of her heart.

When every inner and outer muscle and tendon and tissue stopped twitching, she opened her eyes.

“So fuckin' hot,” Tobin murmured against her belly. He snatched the bag from the drugstore and dumped out the box of condoms and the lube. After pushing to his feet, he kept his eyes on hers as he ditched his jeans and boxer briefs and rolled on a condom. One flick of the cap and he had the lube open.

Was there anything sexier than a confident man stroking himself?

Maybe a sexy, naked man gritting out, “Need to fuck you now. Get to the end of the couch and bend over before I lose my ever-lovin' mind.”

“Maybe you should lube me up first.”

Tobin squirted a long thick line of lube down the seam of his first and second finger. Then he gently pushed those fingers inside her, swallowing her gasp at the cool temperature of the lube.

He kissed her, pausing only to add more K-Y.

“You taste like me,” she said softly.

“I smell like you too. I might not wash my face for days.”

She blushed. And wasn't that just stupid. The man had his fingers inside her and she was uncomfortable with him telling her how much he liked the way she tasted and smelled.

He eased his fingers out and pressed the tube into her hand. “Keep it close in case we need more.”

She nodded and ducked her head, allowing her hair to cover her face.

An awkward moment passed.

Then Tobin's rough palm skated up her arm. He brushed her hair over her shoulder. “Second thoughts?”

“No.” She took one step back. And another. “Just wondering which couch. This one is too low.” She pointed. “That one is too high. So which one is just right?”

Tobin lunged for her. “Oh, this one will do just fine.” He spun her around and put his hand in the middle of her back, until her chest rested on the cushions and her butt hung over the edge.

Jade pushed up and looked over her shoulder at him. The look of lust he wore for her . . . pretty heady stuff.

He widened her stance, and his hand shook as he smoothed his hand over her butt. “I wanna take a bite outta this ass.”

“Maybe next time.”

The head of his cock prodded her opening. “Lower your hips. There, that's it.”

She bit her lip as he pushed in.

And in.

And in.

And in.

“Christ. So tight. You okay?”

“I don't know yet.”

His withdrawal had her handing him the lube.

“More is better.”

Whatever Tobin did made it better—much better.

After a few slow deep strokes, he ground out, “Jade. I have to move.”

And then he did.

Chills erupted when she stole another peek over her shoulder. There was some serious power behind the way those lean, muscular hips could thrust and pump.

His grip increased and he said, “Fuck. Fuck me.”

Which Jade took to mean she should drive back onto him harder.

“Yeah. Like that. Sexy little thing. You movin' like that is makin' my dick harder.”

She smirked.

“Ain't gonna last. Too good.”

Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam.

Tobin threw his head back and roared.

She watched the cords in his neck strain as his orgasm overtook him. The ropy muscles and thick veins in his forearms popped up like a topographical road map as he clutched her hips. His chest heaved as he tried to suck in air. Biceps, triceps, pectorals, all glistening and quivering. And she really wished she had a mirror to watch his glutes flexing.

He exhaled and opened his eyes.

“Worth the price of admission?”

“Smart-ass.” He leaned over and peppered kisses up her spine. “Let's crawl in bed for a few hours and figure out how else we're gonna spend these three weeks
together.”

I
t was weird napping during the day.

It was really weird napping with a woman.

A naked woman.

A naked, snuggly woman.

Tobin brushed the hair out of Jade's face and ran his hand down the side of her body, stopping at the curve of her ass.

She stirred against him and made a little moan.

Fuck. He loved how vocal she was.

Her soft lips teased his pectoral as she rubbed her nose and cheek across his chest. “For you being so hard here, you sure make a great pillow.”

“Glad you think so. It's yours anytime you want.”

Jade shifted to look at him and smiled shyly. “Hi.”

He grinned at her. “Hey, baby.”

“I don't suppose we can laze in bed all day.”

“We can do whatever you want.”

She ruffled his chest hair with her fingers.

“Something on your mind?”

“Two things actually.”

He waited, forcing himself not to freak out, but in his experience, shit like this never went well for him.

She sighed. “I've always been a geeky orchestra girl with her nose buried in a book. Hot guys never noticed me. I'm not saying that to get sympathy or anything. It's just something you should know.”

“Why? I don't see that it matters now because I've more than noticed you.”

“You've got mad bedroom skills, plus confidence and charm. I don't know if I can keep up. So I want you to be honest with me if I . . . disappoint you.”

He counted to ten. “Seems like you wanna do this now, so we'll do it now and be done with it for good.”

“Done with what?”

“Old baggage. Old exes.”

“I also said you had mad bedroom skills, but you didn't pick up on that,” she retorted.

Tobin grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back. “You did see how hard I came, right? You heard me. You watched me. So you've got some mad bedroom skills yourself, baby.”

She smirked. “Fine. Dish on the exes and then I'll feel superior about the women who were too stupid to keep you.”

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I was a virgin until I started college. The first girl I slept with became my girlfriend. We dated maybe six months. She wanted more of the date-type relationship, going to movies or out to eat or events at the college. When we were alone she just liked to cuddle. Her saying that to me—a horny eighteen-year-old guy—was way fuckin' worse than bein' friend-zoned. At least in that zone there's no body-to-body contact. Her snuggling into me, rubbing on me sometimes all night? I hated that she assumed I'd be okay with junior-high-type physical contact.”

“So did you get wild on Sorority Row after that?”

“Never as much as my buddies thought I should. I liked the idea of being with one person. My next semi-serious relationship was in grad school. At first we had a lot of sex, but then . . . Then we didn't do anything but study and she'd bitch about her parents. The longer we were together the less sex was part of our relationship. Then all she ever needed from me was a rubber ear.” He cringed. “I pulled the ultimate dick move and told her if she bought a rubber cock then she wouldn't need me at all.”

Jade snickered. “And that was the last time you saw her.”

“Yep. I moved home after getting my master's. While I was waiting for my life to begin and for the job offers to start pouring in, I started seeing a woman a few years older than me. She taught third grade in Saratoga. We clicked and started making plans—life plans. But she didn't want to leave Wyoming so she encouraged me to only apply for jobs within driving distance. So I turned down a great job in Omaha.”

“She asked you to turn it down?”

“I tried to do the mature relationship thing and discuss it with her first, but she said if I wanted to be with her then I should be willing to make sacrifices. I ended up working at the Split Rock part time and serving as a hunting guide the rest of the time. I don't know why I trusted her or believed that we were building something permanent. She owned a house but she wouldn't let me move in with her. Instead I had to live at home which fucking sucked. We didn't ever hang out with her friends or her colleagues. She didn't want to meet my buddies. She kept me a dirty little secret. Within two days of the school year ending, she broke it off with me. Evidently I was a placeholder until her real boyfriend was released from jail. She took off on the back of his bike.” He released a nervous laugh. “I've never told anyone that story.”

“Really? Why not?”

“Because I was her fuck toy and it makes me sound like an idiot.”

“Were you in love with her and broken-hearted when she left you?” Jade asked softly.

“No. That's the thing. I was pissed at myself for having shitty judgment. After that? I decided hookups were best even when I always wanted something more meaningful.”

Jade remained quiet a beat too long.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You being a fuck toy. I hate that for you.”

Tobin tipped her head back. “But?”

“I don't want you to treat me the opposite. I'm petite . . . and you're big all over. Bigger than I imagined. But you don't treat me like I'm fragile. You haven't so far. However . . .” She drilled her finger into his pectoral. “I don't want any set schedules. You, Mr. Math Genetics dude, looking at the clock, thinking, ‘It's been eight hours. Maybe I should wait another two before we go at it again.'”

He blushed. He saw himself doing that very thing.

“Here's a scenario. I'm finishing the dishes and you're . . . having a frosty beverage in the living room. It's been four hours. Then you think of something or maybe you're watching porn on your phone and you get hard and you want to fuck. Do you, one: yell ‘Babe, it's go time' over your shoulder, or do you, two: come up behind me in the kitchen and whisper, ‘Are you sore?'”

“None of the above.” Tobin rolled on top of her. “First off, if I ever yell ‘Babe, it's go time' and I'm expecting to get laid? Punch me in the nuts. Seriously.”

She laughed. “Deal.”

“Secondly, you aren't gonna be doin' dishes while I'm sitting on the couch drinking a fucking beer. You wash and I'll dry or whatever. Then maybe when we're almost done with the dishes, I hook the towel around your neck and pull your body against mine. Maybe I tease you until you're ready to blow. Maybe I finger you until you're wet and making those sexy little gasps. Maybe I grab the lube out of the junk drawer because I've started stashing it all over the damn house, just in case”—he
grinned—“and I strip you down to skin, right there. After I hoist you onto the counter and I'm kissing you everywhere, my mouth lands like here”—he dragged his finger along her collarbone—“or here”—he pressed his thumb into the pulse point at the base of her throat—“or all the way along here”—he started at her earlobe and followed the curve of her neck across her shoulder.

Jade's breathing turned choppy.

“As I'm doin' all that tasting and licking of your skin on the top, I've shoved my pants down, squirted lube on my cock and have your hot cunt aligned perfectly so I can slam into you with one snap of my hips. I fuck you however your mouth and body tells me you need it. Fast. Slow. Deep. Shallow. After you come screaming my name and I get off pounding into your tight pussy . . . I don't think either of us will remember if I asked you if you were sore.”

“There's a sink full of dishes down there right now.”

Tobin laughed and kissed her. “I'll file away ‘fucking on the kitchen counter' as a future possibility.”

“I like the lube-all-over-the-house idea. Since it's just us and we can be spontaneous.”

“I'll start carrying it in my front pocket.”

“Good. And let's skip the condoms. I have the implant so we're covered for pregnancy. I haven't had sex with a real live penis since my senior year in college so no VD.”

“Same.” He brushed his mouth across hers. “No condoms from here on out. And since I gave you my assorted sexual backstory . . . give it up, tiger.”

“It's so typical and boring. High school boyfriend punched my V-card midway through the summer before college. So we had sex like . . . maybe six times. It always seemed rushed.”

Tobin made a mental note to slow things down next time.

“He chose Stanford; I stayed in New York and went to Columbia. We
broke it off before he left. No bitterness or drama. I dated here and there. A lot of group dates. Some one-on-ones. I didn't have sex again until my sophomore year. We were together about a few months. We didn't have sex all that often. The dorms are small and privacy was a joke. It felt skeevy taking a date to my parents' house so we could screw. I had a few hookups after that. My dry spell began after I graduated and continued until I met you.” She nipped his chin. “So it's been stellar so far. Hot motel sex. Walk of shame in the grocery store. Amazing oral and a trip to pound town before noon. A refreshing nap and some cuddling.” She shrieked when he poked her in the ribs. “And I'm still sprawled naked in the early afternoon, with the hottest, sexiest, sweetest guy I've ever been with.”

“You and me are gonna have some fun these next three weeks.”

Jade studied him but she didn't say anything. He noticed she did that a lot. Carefully measured her words before she spoke. Was that a trait of her shyness? Or because she was so methodical from her musical training?

Then she smiled and scraped her fingers in his facial scruff. “I like this.”

“I can stand it about one day and then it's gone. It gets too itchy. Especially when I'm outside and the sun is beating down on me and I'm sweating. Then dirt gets trapped in the damp hair and I'm ready to tear my face off.”

“You were right. I liked how it felt on the insides of my thighs.”

No artifice. Just . . . Jade.

“I am hungry. Let's go make lunch.”

He set his hand on her shoulder after she scooted to the edge of the bed. “Hold on. Before you said you wanted to talk about two things. What was the other one?”

“We can talk about it downstairs. No biggie.” She stood and stretched.

“You look good naked all stretched out like that, tiger.” One glimpse of her ass and that glorious fall of hair and he'd already started to get hard again.

Jade whipped her head around, sending her hair flying. She peered over her shoulder, gifting him with a coquettish look. “You can do me like this . . . my palms flat on the wall above me, my feet spread, my hips”—she performed a stripper-like pelvis roll—“however you want to position them with those big rough hands.”

Holy fuck. Playful tiger.

Hot tiger.

His dick definitely approved.

Then she tossed her head and spoke to his groin. “Food first, big guy. Then we'll play.”

Yeah. His dick definitely approved.

After the sandwiches were made and the fruit sliced—Tobin was ridiculously happy that Jade remembered to pour him a glass of milk—they sat at the smaller table in the kitchen.

“All right, cowboy. What would you do with your three weeks if I wasn't here?”

Tobin swallowed his mouthful of roast beef goodness. “I'd masturbate a lot. Watch some TV. Go fishing.” He took a swig of milk. “What about you?”

“I'd practice.”

“For what? A concert or something?”

She shrugged. “Practicing is just a habit I've had my entire life. Some people do yoga or journal or sketch. I practice. I have more sheet music than most school systems, which is embarrassing to admit.” She set her sandwich down. “I'd try and figure out what I want to do for a job. I haven't been employed in my field of study at all since graduation.” She looked at him as if it pained her to admit that.

“Welcome to the club, darlin'. I've been ridin' the range as a hired hand for the past six years. And before I went full time at the Split Rock,
for almost a year I worked part time as a baggage handler and errand boy. Not much need for a master's in reproductive biology when I'm opening gates and spreading hay.”