Discovering Us (True Love Trilogy) Page 8

  “Yes… yes, I’m sure,” I moaned against his lips, my arms wrapping around him, my fingers once again digging into the corded muscles of his back.

  He pulled away from me to stand and I scooted up the bed watching as he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down his hips.

  And Jesus, Mary and holy fricking hell. I gasped as I stared at his huge, thick, hard and long erection jutting up proudly toward his stomach. Did I mention it was huge? Or thick? Hard? And long? Yeah, I think I did. I knew it was big because I’d touched it before when I’d given him hand jobs, but seeing it, him, like that? Good lord. I was certain that thing was never going to fit inside me.

  With my mouth agape, I looked up at him, pretty sure my eyes were bugging out, to find him smirking back at me.

  “Uh, Jag?” I squeaked out.

  He crawled onto the bed moving toward me, looking like a predator stalking its prey, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he moved, the smirk still gracing that beautiful face of his, which made me swallow thickly. When he got to me, he ran his hands up the front of my lower legs, over my knees then slid them up to my thighs, then pushed my legs apart with his knee, making room for his hips to come between my legs and he settled down, lying on top of me.

  I was on my bed with Jagger Knox Jensen between my legs.

  Naked.

  And we were going to make love.

  Wow.

  He touched his lips to mine and pulled back to look down at me, noticing I was still a little wary about him ever fitting inside of me. “El, it’ll be okay. We’ll make it work. Trust me.” He smiled then kissed me again more passionately turning things up as he ran his hands over me, up to caress my breasts, his mouth coming down to suck on my nipple as he rolled the other one between his thumb and finger. My hands latched onto his hair, drawing him to me hard as I arched off the bed when he sucked harder making a deep moan tear out of me. He moved to my other breast, doing the same, which wound me up tight, and seemingly coming from nowhere, another climax shot straight through me.

  I panted his name as my body locked up, my hands clutching his hair firmly, my thighs clutching his hips tightly, as white lights flashed behind my eyes and every nerve ending in my body pulsed as if on fire. Good God, this was all so intense.

  When I finally caught my breath and regained my senses some, I felt his tip at my entrance and gasped.

  This was it. Finally.

  “Stay with me, baby. It’s okay. I’ll go slow,” he said before burying his face in my neck, kissing me there lightly as he rocked his hips into mine, inching inside me and whispering to me to let him know if I was okay, telling me I was beautiful, that he loved me, that he’d never wanted anyone but me.

  I had my arms wrapped around him tightly, and I knew my fingernails were digging into his flesh, but I couldn’t seem to stop, scared as I was. He’d never hurt me, that I knew, but with each push inside that he made, my nails just dug deeper.

  “Relax, El.” He pulled back to look at me, propping himself up on his muscular arms.

  But, God, it was such an invasion; he was so big inside of me and it felt so strange to experience it as he stretched me farther each time he pressed into me. After he’d enter a bit more, he’d pull back out only to push in what seemed to be much deeper the next time, making me tense up even more each time.

  “Baby, you’ve got to relax. It’s okay.” He brushed his lips against mine. “I love you, El. I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll stop if you want me to.”

  A drip of sweat rolled down the side of his face and I knew it was taking a lot of restraint for him to take his time with me, trying to make it easier for me. “No, keep going,” I said, trying to relax, focusing on him, the feel of him, his smell, spicy and manly, watching his chest and arms flexing, his abs bunching and unbunching each time his hips rolled forward then back. He slid further inside, which felt fine until he hit a barrier and stalled.

  And that kind of hurt. He remained still above me waiting for me to adjust, but the fullness inside was too much as I pushed at his shoulders, squirming under him, trying to get his huge appendage out of me. But in doing that, something inside of me hit something else just right which felt really good, and I guess my body wanted more, because I arched up suddenly. And then he was all the way in. I looked down to see us connected completely then back up at him, my eyes great big.

  “How do you feel? You okay?” he asked, his voice ragged as he searched my face for any signs of despair.

  “I— I’m good,” I whispered looking at him still wide-eyed. He kissed me softly, then he slid out of me and pushed back inside slowly, watching me, making sure I was okay. And I was good, it was good. Better than good. It was amazing. “Yes, that’s it, Jag. God, yes, do that again,” I breathed out then moaned as he pulled out then eased back inside.

  He kept up that same slow, steady pace and I closed my eyes, focusing on how it felt. And it was perfect.

  I’d read all the romance novels and talked to my friends, but never did I imagine it would be like this. I was so attuned to him right then, more than I’d ever been before and it was amazing. Every nuance of what he was experiencing, of what I was experiencing, what we were experiencing, was laid out right there between us, and there was no hiding anything.

  “Not gonna last, El. Been a long time. Sorry…” he said in a gravelly voice. “Wanna feel you come around me, though…” He leaned down and kissed me deep and wet, then slid a hand between us to work on me again, setting my body on fire, making my breath come out in gasps as I felt the buildup starting again from where his fingers caressed me, the waves of heat radiating throughout every part of my being. The push and pull of his hips was getting me hotter, the slow pump taking me even higher. “That’s it, baby, come for me.” God, he knew my body so well, the subtleties that he could sense when I was about to hit my peak.

  Suddenly, it was too much; it felt as if he was consuming me, devouring me, possessing every last inch of me… and I loved it. I cried out his name as my climax slammed through me, my body arching off the bed, my core clamping onto him, as I lost myself around him.

  When I floated back into myself, I opened my eyes to see him gazing down at me, the look in his eyes one of reverence but laced with concern.

  “Was that okay?”

  I reached a hand up to cup his face. “So good,” I whispered on a breathy sigh, looking into his soulful eyes. God, all my firsts with him had been perfect.

  “So good,” he echoed, touching his lips to mine before he started moving inside me again, this time harder, stronger, more urgently as he sought his own climax.

  I was in awe watching him as he gazed down at me, driving inside me, his shoulders bunching up, neck muscles tightening as he got closer to his finish. His thrusts then got shallower, tighter, as he pumped faster, harder, deeper before his body went rigid, his eyes squeezing closed as I saw the corded muscles in his neck stick out as he slammed inside deep before he threw his head back and with a curse came hard inside me. His body shuddered with his release before he collapsed on top of me, his breaths coming rapidly as he buried his face in my neck.

  Oh. My. God. Sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and kissed the side of his head, his hair damp with sweat, loving how he felt on top of me, around me, inside me.

  This was another memory I knew I’d keep with me forever, one that I’d hold deep in my soul until my last breath.

  He pulled back and looked down at me, eyes twinkling, crooked grin in place. “That was… God… that was good, El.” He dipped down and kissed the side of my mouth, then moved his lips over my jaw and down to my neck.

  I yawned. “It was,” I said, not being able to keep my eyes opened anymore.

  I heard him chuckle in the space between my neck and shoulder, and then I was out.

  I woke up to the sound of laughter coming from the living room. Turning over, I saw that Jag was gone. My heart jumped when I thought that he might’ve left. Then my h
eart fell when I wondered if I’d dreamed his being there. But as I got out of my bed and turned to throw the covers back up, I blushed when I saw the evidence on my sheets that he’d actually been there, that he’d taken my virginity. I pulled on a sweatshirt, no bra, and panties and shorts then stripped the bed, throwing the sheets on the floor in a pile, getting new ones out of my closet, making the bed back up. Gathering up the sheets off the floor, I left my room and went to the laundry room, throwing them inside the washing machine and starting it.

  Walking into the living room, I saw Rebecca and Ross sitting on the couch talking to Jag who was in the recliner, looking handsome as ever. When he saw me, his hotness level went up twenty bajillion levels because the look on his face was so adoring, it made my stomach go all melty inside.

  I smiled shyly at him as I walked over to where he sat, falling into his lap when he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down.

  “Hey,” he said with a smile before kissing me softly.

  “Hey,” I said back then cupped his face with both my hands and leaned in to kiss him again, this time much more deeply, with tongue and everything, moaning into his mouth until I heard someone clear their throat. Crap! I’d forgotten Rebecca and Ross were in the room. I pulled back and looked at Jag, my face scrunched up in embarrassment before saying, without turning to look at Rebecca and Ross, “Hey, guys. Sorry. Forgot you were here.”

  Jag chuckled at that, spreading his hand at the back of my head and pulling me to him so he could touch his lips to mine again. “You’re just too damned cute, baby,” he said against my lips.

  I blushed before turning to face my roomie and her boyfriend and waved like an idiot. “Hey.”

  “Hey,” Rebecca said with a snort. “Nice of you to get out of bed, sleepyhead.”

  “What time is it?” I asked her.

  “Five.”

  “What?” Jeez, Rocket Fuel sure was a freaking time sap. “How long have you been here?” I turned and asked Jag with a frown finally getting to the questions that’d been swirling in my head ever since I’d turned over to discover him in bed with me.

  “I got here around eleven this morning,” he said into my hair as he kissed the side of my head.

  “Speaking of, how did you get here?”

  “I drove,” he told me with a shrug.

  “Drove.”

  “Yes, drove.”

  “You drove thirteen hours to come see me?”

  He sighed and looked over at Ross then rubbed a hand over the back of his neck as if embarrassed. “Yeah.”

  “So you drove thirteen hours… just to come see me…”

  He let out a breath. “Baby, when I got those pictures of you and that guy, I lost it. I couldn’t stand that he was touching you when I haven’t been able to in almost three months. I couldn’t take it any longer. Got in my car and left.”

  “But you have practice…”

  “Yeah. I called Coach and told him I had a family emergency.” His blue eyes pierced mine.

  “You did that because you were jealous?”

  He nodded slowly at me. “That and I needed to see you.”

  Wow.

  Then a thought hit me. A not so good thought. A thought that kind of pissed me off. “Did you think I was going to cheat on you?”

  He cupped my face with his hands, smoothing a thumb back and forth over my lips. “No, babe. I told you I don’t worry about you doing anything. It’s all those bastards out there hitting on you that pisses me off.”

  Hm. Well, at least he trusted me. And he’d driven all night just to be here. “Oh, God, you must be so tired!”

  “Not the first time I’ve pulled an all-nighter, El.” He chuckled. He’d moved his hand from my lips to rest on my thigh where his thumb continued moving back and forth.

  “We picked up your car and brought it back,” Rebecca said then.

  I’d forgotten all about it. Seriously, Rocket Fuel had turned me into a flaming idiot, making me forget things, lose time, and just generally be slow to think at all. Never indulging in the toxic stuff again. “Thanks, Bec,” I turned and looked at her with a grateful smile.

  She comically raised her eyebrows all, Well? wanting the down low on what’d happened between Jag and me. Her actions were so obvious that I blushed as I looked back at her, my eyes bugging out trying to get her to stop, knowing Jag was watching our interchange.

  “Dude, I need you to look at my Bronco. I think it’s getting ready to throw a rod,” Ross said to Jag, sparing me even more embarrassment, thank God. Ross was a classic car lover like Jag and had driven his ’72 Bronco since before he and Rebecca had started dating.

  “You mind, babe?” Jag asked, smirking at me absolutely knowing that I’d be giving Rebecca all the details of our tryst once he and Ross went outside.

  “Not at all,” I answered him, narrowing my eyes at his smirk. Well, I’d just give him more to think about. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Meet me in the shower later.” Then I hopped off his lap with a smirk of my own, walked over and grabbed Rebecca’s hand to pull her up off the couch and with a wicked smile over my shoulder at Jag, sashayed back to my room tugging my roommate along with me.

  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 hand
s 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.