The Best Man Plan, стр. 67
“This is unfair,” he said.
She stared up at him, lost in the dark depths of his beautiful eyes. “At least I won’t be the only one suffering tonight.”
“Trust me, I’ll have to take care of business before I sleep.”
Her sex quivered. “So will I.”
“And that’ll make jacking off easier, because I’ll be thinking of you naked, your legs spread, you touching yourself while you’re thinking of me.”
“You’d better get out of here or we’ll be doing it in your truck like teenagers.”
“If I had a condom on me right now we would be.”
She bit down on her lip, then looked toward the house. She had no idea where everyone was, but the house was dark. Maybe they were all out. If she was lucky they’d all gone somewhere together tonight.
She pondered that thought for all of a millisecond, then laid her hands on his chest. “Don’t. Move.”
She dug through her purse for her keys, opened the door, listened fast for sounds or motions but heard nothing. She ran upstairs, again not seeing her sisters, thankfully. She grabbed the condom, then, thinking quickly, shimmied out of her capris and into a short skirt, and ran back downstairs.
Jason was leaning against his truck with his arms folded and a smirk on his face.
“Nice skirt.”
“Shut up and get in the truck.”
He put the truck in gear.
“Where are you going?”
“Somewhere not in front of the house.”
“Oh. Good idea.”
He drove a short distance to the side of the vineyard, where it was dark and oh so private. As soon as he’d put the seat back, she straddled him and kissed him. And then his hands were under her skirt. Touching her bare skin. Driving her past the point of reason.
He pulled his lips from hers, his gaze hot. “You took off your underwear.”
“I’m in a hurry.”
“Damn, woman.”
She reached for his zipper and then he helped her, shoving his jeans and underwear down, releasing his hard, throbbing cock into her hands. She tore off the wrapper of the condom and slid it over his shaft, then climbed on top of him.
When she seated herself on him, feeling that heat and energy pulsing inside of her, she stilled, absorbing the sweet pleasure for a few seconds before she began to move.
“Like that,” he said. “God, I love the way you move.”
His voice, so dark and deep, heightened her senses, sent thrills of excitement through her. She rocked against him, gripping his shoulder for support. He snaked his hand under her shirt, pulling her bra cup aside to tease her nipple.
“You’re soft everywhere,” he said, coaxing her nipple to a hard pebble, shooting exquisite pleasure all the way to her sex.
She was already pent up, so ready to explode. The excitement of location, the forbidden nature of possibly being caught here, and having Jason thrusting into her made her pulse quicken, made her body quiver against him.
“Jason. I need . . .”
“Shh. I know what you need.” He had hold of her hips and helped her as she rose and fell against him. “I’ll get you there.”
Yes, she was right there. So close, so maddeningly close as she rocked her pelvis against his body. And then he reached down, teasing her clit while she rode him straight to heaven.
She saw his jaw tighten as he drove into her. She tilted her head back as she came, as her climax crashed through her. Lost in the hazy fog of release, she dug her nails into Jason’s shoulders, listening to the sounds of his groans. He shuddered and thrust against her and she fell forward, laying her head on his shoulder, and rocked through the remnants of one incredible orgasm.
Out of breath, she held tight to Jason, their heartbeats coming back down to normal together.
“Dammit, Erin.”
She lifted up. “What?”
He swept a loose hair away from her face. “You make me lose control.”
Her lips curved. “That’s not a bad thing, is it?”
“With you? No. Never.”
He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and brought her forward for a soft kiss. Then they disengaged and righted their clothing. Erin felt warm and satiated and very happy that they hadn’t said good night earlier. This had been so much better.
He drove her back to the house and walked her to the door.
“I want you to know that my legs are shaking,” he said.
She laughed. “Mine, too.”
He kissed her again, this time longer, deeper and with just as much passion as earlier. But she stepped back.
“Get some sleep,” she said.
“I’ll sleep good now.”
She smiled. “Good night, Jason.”
“Night, babe.”
She waited while he got in his truck and drove off. Then she went inside, locked the door and made her way upstairs. She ran into Brenna in the hall.
Brenna cocked her head to the side. “You weren’t wearing a skirt when you left the house earlier tonight.”
“What? Sure I was.”
“No, you had capris on. And where’s your purse?”
“I . . . Who are you, Mom?”
Brenna quirked a knowing smile. “You had sex outside.”
Erin rolled her eyes and brushed past her sister to head to her room. A few minutes later, Brenna popped her head in the door, followed by Honor.
“So where did you do it?” Brenna asked. “In the vineyards?”
“You weren’t wearing that skirt earlier,” Honor said. “And Brenna said you had sex outside. Did you?”
It was definitely time to get her own place. She studied her phone, hoping to hide the deep blush she knew her face was wearing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Her cheeks are pink,” Brenna said. “She’s guilty.”
“For sure,” Honor said with a laugh, then came over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Tell us everything.”
Erin looked up. “I’m not telling