Never Just Friends (Spotlight New Adult Book 2) by Mina V. Esguerra Page A
Authors: Mina V. Esguerra
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said. Her hips moved instead, bucked off the bed, taking him deeper. “Don’t move.”
“Shit.” All he could do was keep himself up, keep himself hard, and ready. “God. Lindsay. I’m awake. Shit, this is hot.”
However he was positioned it was perfect, just perfect, every push of her pelvis was hitting every single place that screamed for it. She reached for his head, his beautiful head of black hair and pulled him toward her mouth. This was going to be quick, wet, dirty, and she was glad it was him.
“I’m close,” she warned him, after biting his chin. “You’re everywhere I need you to be and I’m so close to coming. But I want you to come before I do. Inside me. Deep as you can go.”
“Lindsay, shit. I can do that. I’ll fill you up.”
“Stop promising things and fucking do it. Now. Now. God.”
He gripped her hips and pumped once, throwing her rhythm off, but then it was off completely anyway because he had collapsed on top of her, groaning into the pillow, then into her face, as she let herself go, allowed herself to surrender to it, and then felt it as it rippled through her. She felt a good kind of throbbing, a good kind of sore, where they were still connected. He moved and slipped himself out of her, warmth from him and her spilling onto her, him, the sheets. He was out of breath but he kept his mouth on her face, her hair, her neck. She caught his lips when they passed near enough to her mouth but she didn’t feel like moving, didn’t feel like her limbs were ready to function.
They both needed air.
Chapter 20
On his last day at the conference, Jake had time to hit the gym, get a full, late breakfast, and read more about Borneo. He hadn’t been invited to sit in on that meeting but he was planning to crash it. Curiosity, mostly. It had been a problematic project for Caine Foundation, and they were willing to cut it loose. Lucien himself was presenting at that meeting, and sending the boss was obviously a sign of how seriously they were taking this. From what Krup said yesterday though, Lucien’s game plan was mostly to save Caine Foundation’s credibility and pitch other things they could fund.
Knowing this made him want to be there all the more. Maybe he was in a fighting mood lately, kept trying to fight for things that were probably hopeless.
Waking up next to Lindsay that morning had been sobering. As he remembered what had happened, a split second of fear hovered. He’d felt it before, it was the same fear that jumped at him with that STD scare, the same one that brought him to the clinic and eventually to Drake’s with Lindsay.
Then his mind began to clear, and the fear dissolved. It wasn’t the cold light of day that did it; he felt more in love with her than ever, but he also figured out something else.
Bullshit, he thought, as a summary. The whole thing was bullshit.
Lindsay thinking he wanted her now only because he was depending on her for something? Bullshit. He had a year to plan this, and think about it, and he made sure he was without her the entire time.
He also wanted to know how he’d feel, if she wasn’t as accessible.
There was a purity to his need for her that she wouldn’t understand, but it was all his fault. The same distance that made his mind clear enough to decide was giving her the wrong idea.
But it was all his fault.
***
Lucien was late for the meeting.
He had another one right before, already meaning a tight five-minute walk from one meeting room to another, as it was. Jake was, at present, the only Caine Foundation representative. Five other people were around the table with him: two from the Swedish bank, two from the partnership of environment ministries.
And then there was one guy, Frank, from the firm that handled the project on the ground in Borneo. His presence there surprised Jake, but he tried to keep the poker face on and nodded. Mentally he panicked, scrolling his memory for the guy’s name, and then
“Shit.” All he could do was keep himself up, keep himself hard, and ready. “God. Lindsay. I’m awake. Shit, this is hot.”
However he was positioned it was perfect, just perfect, every push of her pelvis was hitting every single place that screamed for it. She reached for his head, his beautiful head of black hair and pulled him toward her mouth. This was going to be quick, wet, dirty, and she was glad it was him.
“I’m close,” she warned him, after biting his chin. “You’re everywhere I need you to be and I’m so close to coming. But I want you to come before I do. Inside me. Deep as you can go.”
“Lindsay, shit. I can do that. I’ll fill you up.”
“Stop promising things and fucking do it. Now. Now. God.”
He gripped her hips and pumped once, throwing her rhythm off, but then it was off completely anyway because he had collapsed on top of her, groaning into the pillow, then into her face, as she let herself go, allowed herself to surrender to it, and then felt it as it rippled through her. She felt a good kind of throbbing, a good kind of sore, where they were still connected. He moved and slipped himself out of her, warmth from him and her spilling onto her, him, the sheets. He was out of breath but he kept his mouth on her face, her hair, her neck. She caught his lips when they passed near enough to her mouth but she didn’t feel like moving, didn’t feel like her limbs were ready to function.
They both needed air.
Chapter 20
On his last day at the conference, Jake had time to hit the gym, get a full, late breakfast, and read more about Borneo. He hadn’t been invited to sit in on that meeting but he was planning to crash it. Curiosity, mostly. It had been a problematic project for Caine Foundation, and they were willing to cut it loose. Lucien himself was presenting at that meeting, and sending the boss was obviously a sign of how seriously they were taking this. From what Krup said yesterday though, Lucien’s game plan was mostly to save Caine Foundation’s credibility and pitch other things they could fund.
Knowing this made him want to be there all the more. Maybe he was in a fighting mood lately, kept trying to fight for things that were probably hopeless.
Waking up next to Lindsay that morning had been sobering. As he remembered what had happened, a split second of fear hovered. He’d felt it before, it was the same fear that jumped at him with that STD scare, the same one that brought him to the clinic and eventually to Drake’s with Lindsay.
Then his mind began to clear, and the fear dissolved. It wasn’t the cold light of day that did it; he felt more in love with her than ever, but he also figured out something else.
Bullshit, he thought, as a summary. The whole thing was bullshit.
Lindsay thinking he wanted her now only because he was depending on her for something? Bullshit. He had a year to plan this, and think about it, and he made sure he was without her the entire time.
He also wanted to know how he’d feel, if she wasn’t as accessible.
There was a purity to his need for her that she wouldn’t understand, but it was all his fault. The same distance that made his mind clear enough to decide was giving her the wrong idea.
But it was all his fault.
***
Lucien was late for the meeting.
He had another one right before, already meaning a tight five-minute walk from one meeting room to another, as it was. Jake was, at present, the only Caine Foundation representative. Five other people were around the table with him: two from the Swedish bank, two from the partnership of environment ministries.
And then there was one guy, Frank, from the firm that handled the project on the ground in Borneo. His presence there surprised Jake, but he tried to keep the poker face on and nodded. Mentally he panicked, scrolling his memory for the guy’s name, and then
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