Tessa Ever After (24 page)

“I’m still with you,” I whisper against his lips.

Jason doesn’t give me any warning before he captures my mouth with his, pushing through my lips to slide his tongue against mine without waiting for any indication from me. This kiss is a promise . . . a possession, and I love every second of it.

His hands grapple at me, pulling at the too-wide neckline of my sleep shirt until it falls off my shoulder and not stopping until he has the front pulled below my breast. A groaned curse leaves his lips as he descends, placing sharp, nipping kisses down my chest until he gets to my nipple and sucks it harshly into his mouth.

I cry out, my hands flying to his hair as one of his hands reaches for my yoga pants, pulling the side down until half my ass hangs out the back and he has an unobstructed path into my panties. And then his whole hand disappears under the cotton of my underwear, his fingers stroking, back and forth, up and down, until I’m panting and grasping to him for support.

“Come on, baby. Give me one out here.” His strokes turn measured, his fingers sliding down to slip inside me, and then stroking back up to circle the wetness around my clit. Faster and faster until I can barely see straight. Breath against my ear, forehead resting on the wall beside my head, he says, “Come on my hand, then I’m going to take you to your bedroom, lay you facedown on the bed so you can muffle your screams in a pillow, pull that pretty little ass up, and fuck you until you come again.”

“
God
,” I say on a moan, my whole body tightening until it’s almost painful, his words and promises only pushing me that much further. “Just . . . just take me now. Now, Jason.” I don’t
even recognize my voice—all throaty and breathless, begging someone to fuck her.

“No, not until you come.”

I groan, dropping my head back against the wall, and move my hips against his hand faster, pressing down on his seeking fingers, wanting him deeper, harder, wanting him to take me like he kissed me. With complete and utter possession.

He slides his fingers as deep as he can, curling them inside me, his palm grinding against my clit, and fireworks explode behind my eyelids.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans against my neck. “Knew you’d give it to me.”

Jason peels the clothes from my body as he walks me backward to my bedroom, and by the time he’s kicked the door shut behind us, I’m completely naked.

“Get on the bed, Tess. Just like I said.”

I nod, moving until the backs of my knees hit the mattress, not ready to turn my back on him and miss a second of him stripping off his own clothes. He does it quickly and efficiently, and when his boxers are on the floor with everything else and he takes himself in his hand, gripping tightly and groaning, I drop back on the bed, not sure my legs can even support me any longer.

I do as he said in the living room, lying on my stomach, watching him over my shoulder as he walks toward me. He traces a line up both legs with his fingers, then he leans down and bites me right on my ass.

“Hey!” I yelp, then moan as he licks a path straight up my spine, straddling my thighs as he goes. He kisses my shoulder blades, brushes the hair away from my neck, and kisses me there, too.

Then he pulls back and grips my hips, saying, “Lift up for me, baby.”

With his legs pressed to the outside of mine, I’m forced to keep my thighs together. I lift up as best I can, helping him guide me into the position he wants me, his cock sliding up and down the length of me, driving me out of my damn mind. “Jason,” I groan, trying to push back against him.

“Are you wet enough? I’m not sure you are.”

The question is absurd because I can
hear
him sliding through me. I open my mouth to tell him just that when he backs away, and then he grips the outside of my thighs and gives me one long, slow, torturous lick from my clit to my entrance.

“Oh my God . . .”

He moves his face down, the tip of his tongue pressing to my clit as he hooks two fingers inside of me and proceeds to steal every breath from my lungs. I tighten around him, barreling closer and closer to my second orgasm, his answering groan reverberating against me and shoving me the rest of the way over.

jason

This girl makes me lose my goddamn mind. Makes me forget every rational thought I’ve ever had. Makes me forget about everything but what she looks like under me, what she feels like gripping me, what she sounds like when she calls out
my
name.

I grab a condom and roll it down my cock, groaning at the sight in front of me. Tessa’s on the bed, just like how I wanted her. Facedown, ass up, looking back at me with heavy, lust-filled eyes, and I fucking love that I’m the one she’s looking at like that.
That, despite whatever bullshit her brother fed her, I’m still the one she wants.

Climbing on the bed, I straddle her thighs again, holding her hip with one hand and guiding myself to her with the other. I push forward, watching how she opens around me, how she swallows my cock whole, and I can’t stop the groan when I look up at her face and see the reflection of hunger there.

I want to pound into her, fuck her so hard she forgets her own name. Forgets every other man who’s had the pleasure of knowing her this way. Until she remembers only
me.
Until she wants only
me.

“Do you know how perfect you feel around me?” I slide nearly all the way out, then push into her deep and slow, watching with satisfaction as Tessa grips the comforter tighter in her hands. She lifts her ass higher, silently begging me for something more. “You need it deeper, baby?”

I smile at her answering groan and grip her ass, lifting up and opening her as wide as I can with her legs pressed together. Then I repeat the slow, deep slide, pushing in as far as I can go and listening for her answering gasp. When she gives it to me, I move faster, thrusting into her with enough force to move her forward on the bed. Reaching up, I grab her hand and pull it away from the bedding, not stopping until it’s behind her back, her body twisted under me, her breasts bouncing with each forward thrust of my hips. Her face is slack, her lips parted and her eyes fluttering closed at every push into her. Holding her wrist with one hand, I slide the other to her mouth, brushing my finger against her lip.

“Open up, baby. Suck it.”

She complies immediately, her mouth opening to accept my
finger, her tongue slipping out to brush over the tip. I groan as the soft, warm wetness of her mouth surrounds my finger, pumping my hips into her faster, harder, not able to control myself anymore. Pulling my finger from her mouth, I trail it down her chest to her exposed breast, swirling the wetness around her nipple, and smile when she moans, her eyes fluttering closed, her pussy pulsing around me.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Give me another.”

Tessa’s always been beautiful—even before I accepted this pull toward her—but now? Here, tonight, when she’s laid out in front of me, her mouth open on gasps from feeling me inside her, her eyes locked on me as I push her exactly where she needs to go?

It’s too much, and when she lets out a choked gasp, her eyes rolling back in her head as she comes around me, I let go and fall with her.

TWENTY-TWO

tessa

Despite having been here a few times before, the looming sight of Jason’s parents’ home as we pull up never fails to impress. It sits a ways back from the quiet suburban street, set apart from the equally impressive houses on either side of it. While I’ve always thought we lived in a nice neighborhood, when compared to this, we might as well be living in a cardboard box under a bridge.

A housekeeper—Magda, I’m told—greets us at the front door and takes our coats, all while Haley stands next to me, her mouth gaping like a fish. “Wow,” she whispers. “Is this really
one
house?”

“Afraid so, shorty.” Jason pats her on the head, ruffling her hair and making her giggle and duck away from him. At my silence, he turns to me and grabs my hand, giving it a light squeeze. “It’s no big deal. This is them, remember? Not me.”

And the thing is, after last night, after Jason coming to my place even when Cade called him to try and scare him off, I’m secure in the fact that he’s here, with me. Maybe not for the long haul, but for the foreseeable future. And for now, that’s enough.

What I am worried about, what kept me up most nights this week, is his parents’ reaction to Haley. She doesn’t deserve any of their prejudice, and I’m not going to be held responsible for my actions if they say anything remotely rude to her.

When I give Jason a nod, he smiles
my
smile—the one that’s mine alone—and leans in, giving me a light kiss on the lips. A throat clears to the left of us just as he’s pulling away. Jason’s mom stands a few feet away, looking like she just stepped out of a fitting room at Neiman Marcus, complete with a personal shopper to dress her. I don’t know, maybe she has someone on staff who lives in her closet. Her dark hair is pulled back in a tasteful twist, something I’ve done a hundred times for mothers of the brides. Her makeup is subtle but flawless, her pale pink lips pursed as she appraises us. She’s wearing a button-down silk shirt with a pencil skirt, her heels something I’d never wear while walking around my house, and under her assessing gaze I feel out of place in my knee-high boots and frilly skirt, the vintage sweater I snagged at the thrift store feeling exactly like I spent three dollars on it.

“Mom.” Jason’s voice interrupts my thoughts, allowing me to swallow my insecurities. At least for a moment.

“Hello.” She comes forward, and instead of hugging Jason like I would expect from a mom—that’s what mine did anytime we came and went from the house, no matter if she’d seen us thirty minutes prior—she holds out her hand for me. “It’s nice to see you again, Tessa.”

I reach for her hand, returning the limp handshake. “Thank you for having us, Mrs. Montgomery. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“No problem at all. We’re glad Jason decided to bring someone home for once.”

I slide my eyes to Jason, watching as his jaw clenches, but he doesn’t say anything. Holding out the casserole dish I brought, I say, “I wasn’t sure what I should bring, and Jason wouldn’t tell me. I hope this is okay. It’s green bean casserole.”

She takes it from me, her lips twitching, and it’s as close to a snarl as she’d show company. “How . . . lovely. Thank you. I’ll give this to Megan to reheat.”

“It’s Magda, Mother, and you know that.”

“Yes, well,” she says as she turns away, expecting us to follow after her. “Your father is in the sitting room along with Charles and Steven and their wives. I’ll be in after I drop this in the kitchen.”

As soon as she’s out of earshot, I whisper, “Well, that went well. I bet she’s dumping it down the garbage disposal as we speak.”

Jason laughs, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze. It looks like he wants to offer more physical reassurance, but Haley’s no longer preoccupied with staring wide-eyed at the entryway, so he just grabs her hand, too, and leads us toward the
sitting room
. Seriously, who has a sitting room? Where I come from, it’s a living room or a family room, though I’m sure they have both of those, as well. And probably a study. And a library. And a wine cellar. I’m actually surprised there wasn’t a moat around this castle.

“She wouldn’t dump it. Her manners are too ingrained for that.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” I mumble as we walk down a long hallway. The walls are dark burgundy, adorned with pieces of art that are no doubt original—and that no doubt cost more than my annual salary. The long corridor is broken up with several antique side tables, all decorated with fresh flowers. I’d never really given much thought to how Jason views our home. It’s older; the only room recently redone was the kitchen just before my mom died. Otherwise, it’s faded and cozy, with furniture I remember from when I was in middle school. I have too many other things I’d rather spend any extra money on, and it’s never really bothered me that we didn’t have the newest or the nicest.