Imperfect Justice (9 page)

“Do you like how I feel, Misty? I love how silky soft your skin is.” Jared nuzzled the underside of a breast, running his tongue down her belly and pushing her legs apart. Reflexively her hands when to cover her already drenched slit. Her reaction caused him to stop but there was determination gleaming in his eyes. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re beautiful all over. Let me show you.”

His tone was soft and cajoling and the battle inside of her intensified. She didn’t want all this sparkling pleasure to stop and she desperately wanted to feel his tongue do all manner of naughty things to her. With a determination she didn’t know she had she lifted her hands away, exposing all of herself.

“Ah, beautiful. All pink and wet, just for me.”

Jared ran a finger through her pussy, drawing a scream of pleasure from her lips. He chuckled and bent his head to lap at her now swollen clit and she almost came off the blanket, the feelings so intense. So good, so wonderful. Lights danced behind her lids and lightning zipped to her extremities. A coil of arousal tightened in her abdomen with each movement of his tongue, now running through every fold and crevice.

Her body was completely under his control now. She felt herself moving toward orgasm, her entire being up in flames. When his mouth closed over her clit and sucked she was lost. Crying out his name, her muscles tightened as the pleasure intensified. Wave after wave rolled through her leaving her breathless and wrung out. When she finally came down from the clouds he was whispering sweet words in her ear and stroking her hair.

He didn’t say anything for a long time, letting her luxuriate in what she’d experienced. She’d had orgasms before but never with someone else. It was more intense and exciting – more pleasurable than she’d ever imagined.

He pressed his lips to her temple and then her cheekbone.

“Can I ask you a question?” She nodded, still wrapped in her cocoon of wonderment. “Is Misty a nickname or short for something else? It’s pretty but so unusual. I’ve never met one before.”

She smiled at his question. This was one of her favorite memories from childhood. “It’s from the book
Misty of Chincoteague.
That was my mother’s favorite book and she said she was like the mom horse in the book – Phantom. Phantom wanted to run wild and free. Kind of like my mom.”

“What do you want?” She could feel his words against her skin and it sent vibrations to every part of her body. How could she still be aroused after coming so hard?

“I don’t need to be wild but I can’t wait to be free. I’ll be free in Seattle.”

“Free from what, honey?”

Jared’s fingers were already doing magic things as he stroked her skin, tickling the base of her spine.

“Free from the expectations of this town. Free from their judgment.”

“You need to stop caring what they think, honey. You need to stop giving them so much power over your life and how you live it.”

He wasn’t wrong but she didn’t want to dwell on that now. She wanted to feel more of what he’d given her a taste of.

Exquisite pleasure.

Pushing open his shirt, she pressed kisses to his muscular chest, the skin warm and firm under her lips. Her fingers tugged at his clothes and he finally chuckled and began to help her, the shirt coming off to reveal wide shoulders and a lean waist. His boots came next, then his jeans and boxers. His male beauty was a sight to behold and she wanted to explore every inch of his body – so different from her own.

Her gaze zeroed in on his hard cock – large and jutting proudly from a nest of dark hair. The head was reddish-purple and the slit had a few shiny drops of fluid on it, while the shaft was painted with a web of red and blue veins. She tentatively reached out and traced one with a finger but snatched it back when she heard his sharply indrawn breath.

“Easy, honey. You can touch me all you want but just remember you’re going to get a reaction. But I want you to touch me.”

This time she started her exploration at his shoulders, her hands gliding down his arms and then to his abdomen. Her fingers explored each ridge and plane before finally traveling back to his cock – her fist surrounding him. It seemed to swell even larger under her palm and she bent over to swipe her tongue on the head just as he’d done to her earlier. He jerked and swore but didn’t pull away and it gave her confidence to delve further, running her tongue around the head until he groaned and shuddered.

“I can’t take much more, honey. My balls are pulled up so tight it’s painful. I want you but I don’t want to rush. Are you ready for me? Do you want more?”

She wanted it all. Nodding, she lay back down on the blanket and held out her arms beckoning him to lie on top of her. His large body pressed hers into the floor and his cock nudged her entrance. She tensed for a moment having known only discomfort previously, but his soft butterfly kisses on her shoulder took away any trepidation she might have. He’d been so gentle up to this point there was no reason to think that would end.

He began to press forward but then pulled back quickly, an expletive on his lips. Leaving her for a moment, he grabbed his pants from a pile close by and her heart sank. He was going to get dressed and leave. She’d done something to turn him off. He didn’t want her anymore.

Her breathing returned to normal when he pulled a condom packet from his pocket. “Damn, you scramble my brains, honey. I almost forgot this.”

Tearing open the square with his teeth, he quickly rolled the protection on and came back down on top of her, the heat from his body warming her own. Arousal was already bubbling through her veins like the champagne she’d drank at New Year’s Eve and she clung to Jared like a rock in a storm.

This time when he entered her she spread her legs in readiness, not wanting him to think she didn’t want this or that she was unsure. He pressed forward slowly and gently a few inches then stopped, letting her get used to the invasion before pushing forward again, each easy thrust gaining more purchase. Her honey eased his way and when he was into the hilt he paused and let his forehead drop onto her own.

Their breathing was ragged and labored and his body was covered with a sheen of sweat. She wasn’t so naïve not to know it was from the immense control he was keeping over himself. He’d taken his time and given her all the gentleness and patience she could have asked for but it had taken its toll on him. His expression was tortured, his jaw tight with the effort.

He waited there, not moving and she realized he was waiting for a sign from her. She dug her fingers into the hard muscles of his back and lifted her hips, slightly letting them sway right and then left. Shivers of pleasure ran straight to her clit and she repeated the motion, drawing a moan from her own lips.

This was what people read and talked about.

Jared began to move, slowly at first and then faster as her sighs and moans urged him on. Pleasure rushed through her like a waterfall with every stroke and thrust of his cock. He grunted and buried his head in the crook of her neck, his teeth nibbling the flesh there. The combination of pleasure and pain was too much and Misty tumbled over the edge, her body tightening on his.

He growled her name as he too climaxed, and she closed her eyes as the room tilted and swirled around her. Nothing could come close to how she felt with him at the moment. She’d given control of her body over to him and had no regrets. She wouldn’t have missed this – him – for anything. Maybe she’d never feel this again but she would always know what was possible.

“Are you okay?” His lips brushed the top of her head. “That was amazing.”

She nodded, her cheek rubbing his chest where she could feel the steady thud of his heart. “I’m okay…exhausted. Isn’t that what you said I should be?”

He chuckled and she felt it rumble under her ear. “That is what I said. Why don’t you close your eyes and get some rest? We can talk about this later.”

Her lids floating closed, she didn’t argue. Her limbs felt heavy and she just needed a little sleep. Just a few hours.

And then she’d want to do this all over again.

Misty hadn’t known how to act the next morning. She’d expected it to be awkward between her and Jared but he’d gone out of his way to make her feel at ease. It was hard to put aside the intimate things they’d done to one another only hours before. He’d encouraged her to explore her sexual curiosity and the results had been mind-bending. She’d been suppressing her sensual hunger for years but with Jared it felt safe to give way to those urges.

Now it was almost morning, the sky a charcoal gray waiting for the sun to rise and paint it with vivid colors of daylight. Jared was in her bathroom getting dressed and she was brewing a pot of strong tea. She poured the hot dark liquid into two mugs and added lemon and sugar to hers. Tightening the tie on her flannel robe, she leaned against the counter and sipped her tea in the silence.

A click and the bathroom door was open, Jared stepping into the main room. He wore last night’s clothes and his jaw was covered with dark stubble, but he’d tamed his hair that had been disheveled from her fingers winding through it as his tongue had done naughty things to very private places.

“I guess I should be going.”

Jared picked up his coat and shrugged it on, his expression giving nothing away. Was he happy to leave or did he wish he could stay? She was confused herself so she wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t know. Part of her wanted him to leave so she could be alone with her thoughts but another part of her wanted him to stay and continue the sensual exploration they’d started the night before.

“I made tea.” She pointed to the mug but he shook his head. “Sorry I don’t have any coffee.”

“I need to get on the road. I have to get back to my place, shower, and change for work today.” He paused and smiled. “Listen, I hope you don’t regret what we did. I know I don’t. But you’re still planning to leave, right?”

She placed the mug on the counter. “Yes, that hasn’t changed. I guess our timing sucks.”

“Yeah, it kind of does, doesn’t it? If you weren’t leaving…”

“But I am,” she said quickly. Making love to him was amazing but she wouldn’t be deterred from her plans. “So you know more about this than I do. What happens now?”

“Usually one night stands don’t end well because one of the parties wants more. But this is different.” He held out his hand. “How about we shake and be friends? I like you, Misty, whether we sleep together or not. I think you’re a good person. I’d like to be able to call you my friend.”

She placed her hand in his larger one, the skin warm and comforting. “I’d like that. I think you’re a good person too. So we’re friends now?”

His hand fell away and she felt a sense of loss. “We are. If you ever need anything you just let me know.”

“You too,” she replied as he stuck his hat on his head and fished in his pocket for car keys. “Drive careful.”

“I will. Let me know if you need a ride back to the garage.”

It was sweet of him to offer but it was better if she didn’t see much of him from here on out. He made her normally logical thoughts fuzzy. She’d ask Rayne for a ride.

“I’ll be fine. Thank you. I mean…for the ride home last night.”

He smiled a little wider at her stammer. She didn’t want him to think she was thanking him for the terrific sex although she probably should. He’d shown her a side of herself she hadn’t even known existed.

Or maybe she did and that’s why she’d worked so hard to suppress it.

He leaned forward and dropped a kiss on her forehead. His male scent surrounded her and she had to force her arms to stay at her side instead of wrapping around his waist.

“Take care, Misty.”

“Bye, Jared.”

Then he was gone. She watched from the window as he drove away, his taillights finally disappearing in the distance. Sitting down on the rumpled bed that still smelled like sex she lifted a pillow to her nose and breathed in deeply of the woodsy citrus scent that would always remind her of Jared. She wrapped her arms around it and pulled it close to her chest.

It was one night and it was over. She needed to concentrate on her future. Outside of Fielding. And away from Jared Monroe.

Chapter Seven