share the dirty details with her.
“Are you sure you want to know?”
She scowled, her temper rising. Motherfucker. If he had so much as even looked at another woman…
Jason raised his hands in quick surrender. “I was good as gold, Kris. Spent every night alone. Just me and my hand.”
This conversation kept going from bad to worse. She was throwing out so many mixed messages even she couldn’t keep up. She forced herself to take a deep breath and calm down. “I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business.”
He snorted. “Yeah right.”
God. How sad was it that Jason was the sane one in this whole messed-up affair? He had no problem calling her out for her constant hedging or accepting that despite the insanity of it, things had definitely changed between them.
“I need another beer.”
He laughed as he stood and grabbed a couple of cold ones from the cooler. “You think drinking will help?”
She shrugged. “I have no idea, but at this point, I’m willing to try anything.”
“You know, if you change your mind and decide to add amazing sex to your future, I’m perfectly willing to enact the back-up plan now.”
“My, my, my. Someone certainly has a high opinion of their bedroom abilities.”
“If you’d stop playing hard to get, I’d put my money where my mouth is.”
She wished he hadn’t mentioned his mouth. It drew her attention to his lips. Lips he’d suggested placing on various parts of her anatomy. “Can we maybe call a truce today? Put the brakes on the sexual innuendoes and just enjoy the show?”
Jason stroked the back of her neck, his fingers still cool from the beer. At least that’s what she told herself when his touch caused her to shiver. “Or we could enjoy the show…and each other.”
“I’m not into sex in public.”
“Neither am I.”
She frowned, confused.
“You’re surprisingly innocent for a forty-year-old woman.”
“I’m not forty.”
He leaned closer, his breath hot on her cheek. “Stop thinking so hard, Kris. Do me a favor. For the rest of the day, just go with the flow.”
If she hadn’t been totally turned on by how close his face was to hers, she probably would have called him to task for trying to tell her what to do, for his impractical habit of strolling through life with no limits, no self-control. But his lips were right there, so close her mouth actually watered for a taste. So instead, she nodded.
He placed a quick and far-too-platonic kiss on her cheek and pulled away. “Good.”
Then Jason spent the rest of the day showing her exactly how much fun a person could have when they let go of all their inhibitions. Kristen drank a little too much, ate way too much and danced the night away under the stars as Jimmy Buffett performed. By the end of the evening, she was hoarse from singing and her face hurt from laughing.
Through it all, Jason had driven her insane, pushing her arousal higher as the hours passed, with nothing more than light touches and suggestive comments whispered in her ear. She’d spent hour after hour in a constant haze of horniness that left her pussy wet and aching. As they walked to the parking lot from the concert, he placed his hand on her lower back, allowing it to slip under her shirt to find bare skin.
Bryan’s daughter, Trina, was waiting for them, so she and Jason climbed in the backseat along with Laura, while Bryan rode shotgun. Nick and Georgie rode home in another car. Laura fell asleep the second the car hit the highway, succumbing to too much beer and fun.
Midnight had come and gone. A moonless night covered the car in a blanket of darkness. Jason took advantage of the lack of light, resting his hand on Kristen’s knee, his thumb sliding along the edge of her shorts. She didn’t push it away, nor did she refuse when he leaned close to whisper in her ear.
“I’m coming home with you tonight.”
She closed her eyes, wishing she had the strength to say no, but knowing she didn’t. She
“Are you sure you want to know?”
She scowled, her temper rising. Motherfucker. If he had so much as even looked at another woman…
Jason raised his hands in quick surrender. “I was good as gold, Kris. Spent every night alone. Just me and my hand.”
This conversation kept going from bad to worse. She was throwing out so many mixed messages even she couldn’t keep up. She forced herself to take a deep breath and calm down. “I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business.”
He snorted. “Yeah right.”
God. How sad was it that Jason was the sane one in this whole messed-up affair? He had no problem calling her out for her constant hedging or accepting that despite the insanity of it, things had definitely changed between them.
“I need another beer.”
He laughed as he stood and grabbed a couple of cold ones from the cooler. “You think drinking will help?”
She shrugged. “I have no idea, but at this point, I’m willing to try anything.”
“You know, if you change your mind and decide to add amazing sex to your future, I’m perfectly willing to enact the back-up plan now.”
“My, my, my. Someone certainly has a high opinion of their bedroom abilities.”
“If you’d stop playing hard to get, I’d put my money where my mouth is.”
She wished he hadn’t mentioned his mouth. It drew her attention to his lips. Lips he’d suggested placing on various parts of her anatomy. “Can we maybe call a truce today? Put the brakes on the sexual innuendoes and just enjoy the show?”
Jason stroked the back of her neck, his fingers still cool from the beer. At least that’s what she told herself when his touch caused her to shiver. “Or we could enjoy the show…and each other.”
“I’m not into sex in public.”
“Neither am I.”
She frowned, confused.
“You’re surprisingly innocent for a forty-year-old woman.”
“I’m not forty.”
He leaned closer, his breath hot on her cheek. “Stop thinking so hard, Kris. Do me a favor. For the rest of the day, just go with the flow.”
If she hadn’t been totally turned on by how close his face was to hers, she probably would have called him to task for trying to tell her what to do, for his impractical habit of strolling through life with no limits, no self-control. But his lips were right there, so close her mouth actually watered for a taste. So instead, she nodded.
He placed a quick and far-too-platonic kiss on her cheek and pulled away. “Good.”
Then Jason spent the rest of the day showing her exactly how much fun a person could have when they let go of all their inhibitions. Kristen drank a little too much, ate way too much and danced the night away under the stars as Jimmy Buffett performed. By the end of the evening, she was hoarse from singing and her face hurt from laughing.
Through it all, Jason had driven her insane, pushing her arousal higher as the hours passed, with nothing more than light touches and suggestive comments whispered in her ear. She’d spent hour after hour in a constant haze of horniness that left her pussy wet and aching. As they walked to the parking lot from the concert, he placed his hand on her lower back, allowing it to slip under her shirt to find bare skin.
Bryan’s daughter, Trina, was waiting for them, so she and Jason climbed in the backseat along with Laura, while Bryan rode shotgun. Nick and Georgie rode home in another car. Laura fell asleep the second the car hit the highway, succumbing to too much beer and fun.
Midnight had come and gone. A moonless night covered the car in a blanket of darkness. Jason took advantage of the lack of light, resting his hand on Kristen’s knee, his thumb sliding along the edge of her shorts. She didn’t push it away, nor did she refuse when he leaned close to whisper in her ear.
“I’m coming home with you tonight.”
She closed her eyes, wishing she had the strength to say no, but knowing she didn’t. She
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