F*cking Awkward by Christine Zolendz, Taryn Plendl, Ahren Sanders, Brooke Page, Aly Martinez, Carey Heywood, Brooke Blaine, A.D. Justice, Amanda Maxlyn, B.A. Wolfe Page A
Authors: Christine Zolendz, Taryn Plendl, Ahren Sanders, Brooke Page, Aly Martinez, Carey Heywood, Brooke Blaine, A.D. Justice, Amanda Maxlyn, B.A. Wolfe
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this,” I said, with only a minor feeling of apprehension in my voice. I’d already hurt his precious jewels once. I didn’t need to do it again.
His loud breath rolled between us and I chuckled as my not so steady fingers tightened on the zipper, causing TJ’s body to stiffen. Then in one swift movement, I closed my eyes and pulled it down until it could go no further. My lids lifted in excitement, meeting TJ’s line of vision. “Seeeeee,” I told him.
His chest relaxed in a long breath and he smiled.
I was a little worried, too, but I’d never admit it. I slid my palms up to his hips, tucking my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. “Now for the rest,” I purred, my hands itching to get these off so we could really have some fun.
Before I started, I glanced up and found TJ’s gaze already on mine, his eyes darker than ever, his breathing harder than just moments ago. The ache burning between my legs was ready to ignite by just that look.
Frantically, I went back to his jeans and yanked them down. I got them lowered to his thighs and they wouldn’t budge. Taking a quick break, I wiped the sweat on my forehead, the room suddenly feeling like an inferno with all this work.
“You alright down there?” TJ’s voice sliced through my mental pep talk, assuring me that I could get these things off the rest of the way.
I sighed and pulled my hair to one side. “Could your jeans be any tighter? I mean, what gives?” Sure, these jeans gave a great show for those looking at his delectable ass, but holy hell, they were terrible for an impromptu escapade in a cleaning closet.
I fanned my face, feeling overly hot in this room that seemed to have shrunk in size since we first locked ourselves in here.
His frustrated groan echoed off the walls. “Jesus, woman. Lemme just do it.”
I didn’t even have a chance to tell him no. TJ started shimmying side to side, lowering his jeans inch by inch. He was having better luck than I was but the second he got his jeans to his shins, he stopped. His damn boots were still on.
“Damn,” he grumbled, shooting a glare at his feet.
This was not happening! Another obstacle. I reached out and blurted, “Lift your leg!”
His head cocked to the side, a brow rising with it. “You serious right now?”
“I’ll help you,” I told him, full of eagerness. My body was overly hot, beyond ready, and not willing to wait another second.
Surprisingly, TJ did as I asked. He plopped his boot in my waiting hand and I tightened my grip around the leather ready to pull. I planted my feet into the gross floor and yanked as hard as I could.
TJ’s boot didn’t budge, but TJ did. His arms flew up in the air as he slammed against the wall. “Shitttt,” TJ groaned slowly, sliding down and in turn, taking me down with him.
I blinked, my head spinning a little too much as I peered around. TJ was on the floor, wincing and I was on top straddling him, his boot no longer in my hold, but now sideways on his foot. A gut-busting laugh barreled through me. What I didn’t expect was TJ to be chuckling, too.
This was the most dysfunctional orchestrated sex I'd ever been involved in.
As much as every organ inside me wanted to get laid, this wasn’t working. “I think we're done here.” The tequila seemed to be wearing off as I glanced around us. What were we thinking?
“No way this is happening.” TJ’s voice was low and unexpected. “I'm not ready for you to leave me yet.”
I looked down at him. He gazed up at me. My heart fluttered a little too much for what I’d normally call a one night stand. I palmed the side of his smooth cheek.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, yet I heard it loud and clear.
Guys had told me that before, but not the way TJ did. He said it like he meant it.
His hands trailed around my waist, ghosting up my back until his fingers wrapped around the clasp of my bra.
I closed my eyes, the feel of TJ’s hard on pressing so perfectly into my thigh
His loud breath rolled between us and I chuckled as my not so steady fingers tightened on the zipper, causing TJ’s body to stiffen. Then in one swift movement, I closed my eyes and pulled it down until it could go no further. My lids lifted in excitement, meeting TJ’s line of vision. “Seeeeee,” I told him.
His chest relaxed in a long breath and he smiled.
I was a little worried, too, but I’d never admit it. I slid my palms up to his hips, tucking my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. “Now for the rest,” I purred, my hands itching to get these off so we could really have some fun.
Before I started, I glanced up and found TJ’s gaze already on mine, his eyes darker than ever, his breathing harder than just moments ago. The ache burning between my legs was ready to ignite by just that look.
Frantically, I went back to his jeans and yanked them down. I got them lowered to his thighs and they wouldn’t budge. Taking a quick break, I wiped the sweat on my forehead, the room suddenly feeling like an inferno with all this work.
“You alright down there?” TJ’s voice sliced through my mental pep talk, assuring me that I could get these things off the rest of the way.
I sighed and pulled my hair to one side. “Could your jeans be any tighter? I mean, what gives?” Sure, these jeans gave a great show for those looking at his delectable ass, but holy hell, they were terrible for an impromptu escapade in a cleaning closet.
I fanned my face, feeling overly hot in this room that seemed to have shrunk in size since we first locked ourselves in here.
His frustrated groan echoed off the walls. “Jesus, woman. Lemme just do it.”
I didn’t even have a chance to tell him no. TJ started shimmying side to side, lowering his jeans inch by inch. He was having better luck than I was but the second he got his jeans to his shins, he stopped. His damn boots were still on.
“Damn,” he grumbled, shooting a glare at his feet.
This was not happening! Another obstacle. I reached out and blurted, “Lift your leg!”
His head cocked to the side, a brow rising with it. “You serious right now?”
“I’ll help you,” I told him, full of eagerness. My body was overly hot, beyond ready, and not willing to wait another second.
Surprisingly, TJ did as I asked. He plopped his boot in my waiting hand and I tightened my grip around the leather ready to pull. I planted my feet into the gross floor and yanked as hard as I could.
TJ’s boot didn’t budge, but TJ did. His arms flew up in the air as he slammed against the wall. “Shitttt,” TJ groaned slowly, sliding down and in turn, taking me down with him.
I blinked, my head spinning a little too much as I peered around. TJ was on the floor, wincing and I was on top straddling him, his boot no longer in my hold, but now sideways on his foot. A gut-busting laugh barreled through me. What I didn’t expect was TJ to be chuckling, too.
This was the most dysfunctional orchestrated sex I'd ever been involved in.
As much as every organ inside me wanted to get laid, this wasn’t working. “I think we're done here.” The tequila seemed to be wearing off as I glanced around us. What were we thinking?
“No way this is happening.” TJ’s voice was low and unexpected. “I'm not ready for you to leave me yet.”
I looked down at him. He gazed up at me. My heart fluttered a little too much for what I’d normally call a one night stand. I palmed the side of his smooth cheek.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, yet I heard it loud and clear.
Guys had told me that before, but not the way TJ did. He said it like he meant it.
His hands trailed around my waist, ghosting up my back until his fingers wrapped around the clasp of my bra.
I closed my eyes, the feel of TJ’s hard on pressing so perfectly into my thigh
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