For several minutes, panting and suckling sounds echoed throughout the small bedroom, making it harder for Jason to hold back. He was so damn close. Hell, he could have easily come a hundred times over by now, but he was desperate to keep this going. It felt so good...so fucking good.
Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He tapped her lightly on the shoulder, the universal sign of warning, and started to pull back when Haley gripped his hip with her free hand and held him in place as she doubled her efforts.
“Haley baby, I’m gonna come!” Jason moaned the last word loudly. His entire body spasmed as his cock hardened to the point of pain and erupted in her sweet little mouth. Haley didn’t miss a beat as she sucked him dry. She was truly wonderful.
Gasping for air, he pulled back, hissing when his cock slid out of her incredibly talented mouth and over her tongue. Lazily, he shoved his underwear down the rest of the way and climbed on the bed and moved over Haley.
She licked her lips, making him groan. He leaned in and kissed her. As they kissed, they slowly moved up the bed. Once Haley’s head hit the pillow, Jason laid down on his side and gathered her close.
As good as it felt to simply hold her in his arms over these past weeks, it felt better to have her in his arms naked. Surprisingly it had nothing to do with sex. He loved feeling her warm skin against his and feeling her heartbeat as it lulled him into a deep sleep.
“Shit!” Haley heard Jason yell as something crashed in the other room. From the sounds of it, he’d just knocked over her stack of books on the hallway table again.
She leaned against the kitchen counter, nibbling on a piece of toast as she watched Jason stumble in. His hair was still wet and he was still fumbling with his clothes. His shoes were untied, his pants undone, his shirt was only halfway buttoned, and he was having a hell of a time with his tie.
He glared accusingly at her while he made short work of his clothes. “You didn’t wake me up.”
She rolled her eyes as she speared a piece of sausage with her fork. “I did wake you up. Three times, in fact. Each time, you threw something at me and went back to sleep.”
Jason gaped at her. “And you gave up? You know our routine, woman. You have to keep at it until I’m forced to get off the bed to find something to throw at you.” His eyes narrowed dangerously on the large breakfast in front of her.
“And you’ve eaten without me?” he asked in shocked outrage. Eating to Jason was sacred, probably because he liked stealing food from her plate while it was still hot.
Any other morning and she would have made sure that he got up. She enjoyed their quiet mornings together before they were forced to face their hormonal charges. This morning, she hadn’t wanted to give him a chance to finish what they’d started last night.
As much as she wanted to, needed to, take that next step with him, she was frightened. He was a man with experience and expectations, and she was...well, for the lack of a better word, a chicken.
She was fortunate to be the youngest child in the family, not only because her grandparents had taken her in but because she’d been able to see from a very young age how her sisters and older cousins were treated by men. Men came and went out of their lives, turning them into helpless idiots. She’d known more than one woman over the years that thought sex equaled love, only to have their heart broken in the end.
It might seem old-fashioned, but she only planned on being with just one man in her life, the man she would spend the rest of her life with. She wanted the kind of marriage that her grandparents had. She’d dated over the years and had handled her “needs” in other ways, but she’d never even considered taking the next step with any of the men that she’d dated. Since she’d never fallen in love with any of them, it had been easy, but with Jason, it was going to be difficult.
She knew without a doubt that she was in love with him and that he at least cared for her deeply, as deeply as a man like him was capable of. Haley had no delusions about what kind of man Jason had been in the past. He’d never had a serious relationship and had never cared for any woman he’d been with. Although she knew that he was a good man and she loved being with him, she wasn’t one of those delusional women who thought that she could change a man.
Jason could very well be the person to get her to break her rule because she knew without a doubt that he would never marry her. He might be able to handle an exclusive relationship with her, but for how long? She knew that sooner or later he’d get bored and move on to the next girl. It would hurt like hell, but she knew that it was coming.
So, that left her with a very important decision to make. Did she take a chance and give herself to him, hoping her heart wouldn’t completely shatter when he moved on, or keep it at the physical level that she was comfortable with? The only thing stopping her was the regret that she knew she would feel a year from now when another woman came screaming his name in the middle of the night.
She watched as Jason finished dressing. He spent the entire time torn between scowling at her and looking longingly towards the stack of waffles, toast, eggs, bacon, and sausage on her plate. Of course, she’d cooked this for him, and he knew it on some level, but this was Jason and he took his food seriously. Too seriously, but that was a job for Dr. Phil to help him work through, not her.
When he finished dressing, he threw his bag over his shoulder, grabbed the bottle of syrup and soaked the waffles. Then, he grabbed a fork and the plate and headed for the door, leaving her to roll her eyes as she followed him.
While she drove, they ate. For every two bites he took, he gave her one, which worked for her since it didn’t take much to make her full. Secretly, she loved it when they did things like this, especially when he took care of her. It was so sweet. He made sure that she was given the best piece of bacon or bite of sausage and always made sure to double-dip her bite of waffle into the syrup, knowing how much she liked it.
By the time they pulled into the staff parking lot, they’d finished eating and the plate was on the backseat, sitting on the large beach towel she put back there for times like this.
They sat there for a moment and watched as buses and cars drove up and parked in front of the school. It occurred to her that she was suddenly nervous. After last night, she’d thought it would be awkward first thing this morning, another reason she got up early. Instead, they’d jumped right into their normal morning routine. Now that the food was gone and they were sitting here, she was really nervous.
Did he regret what they did? Was she about to get the speech that he didn’t want anything serious? Would he get pissed when he found out that she wouldn’t sleep with him like several men before him had? Damn it! What earth-shattering thing would he say?
“You’ve got syrup on your lip.”
Okay, not exactly life-altering.
She licked her lip. “Is it gone?”
“No.”
She wiped her mouth with her fingers. “How about now?”
