Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

JENSEN

T he number of times I've wanted to trace my hand over her dress and check if she's wearing underwear. It's only been a couple of hours since I had her naked in my bedroom.

It's unhealthy.

Zach, James, Adam, Jack, and I stand next to Jon as we watch Felicity take the few steps up the short aisle, Khalid's "Better" their chosen soundtrack.

Jon wobbles as his fiancée, dressed in a sleek and silky ivory gown, her hair down and around her shoulders, comes to stand by his side.

But I can't keep my eyes off the blonde woman in emerald as she takes Felicity's small white peony bouquet and holds it with hers. Her hair is partly pinned, the rest cascading around her shoulders, stopping in the center of her back.

Today there's a look of innocence about her that grounds me as I stand in a similar place to where I was once left humiliated and rejected. For the first time, I catch myself thinking about what it would be like to take it slow with Kate Monroe, to savor the way she would melt and yield beneath my touch. I don't do tender, and I don't open my heart up to anyone, ever. But the way I want to share truths about myself with her, not even my own sister knows…that's some scary shit.

Once again, she's barely made eye contact with me, yet that still hasn't stopped me staring every chance I get.

Jon and Felicity opted to keep the ceremony short and simple with a relaxed afterparty, and as the bride and groom take their first kiss as newlyweds and make for the aisle, my body hums with anticipation for the next twenty seconds I'll get to spend with Kate by my side.

Unlike yesterday, she doesn't roll her eyes when I hold out my arm for her to take. Instead, her palm grips my bicep firmly.

Seizing what might be one of my only opportunities, I lean toward her. "Did anyone ever tell you that it's not cool to upstage the bride? Especially when you're the maid of honor."

She side-eyes me cautiously. "I'm wearing the same as Luna and the other bridesmaids."

"Are you?" I reply. "I hadn't noticed anyone else."

Coming to a stop at the end of the aisle, we wait as Jon and Felicity pose for a couple of pictures.

Inconspicuously, I run my hand down her side and over her hip, and she shivers in response. "No underwear. Good girl," I croon before I break away and I head over to shake Jon's hand.

KATE

"Mrs. Felicity Morgan. It suits you perfectly."

My best friend chuckles. "Never did I think I'd get married again. Just goes to show, you find the right man, and anything is possible."

"Totally true," Luna agrees, glancing over at Zach, who's sitting with Jon and Jensen. We all changed out of our formal wear after the ceremony and into more relaxed evening clothes. Jensen looks delicious in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and pale gray chinos. His pants stop just above his ankle, and he wears tan loafers.

Good Lord, he's hot.

My body vibrates with anticipation for tonight. Am I really going to go through with this and sleep with him?

Hate sex. That's what this is.

"Kate?"

"Huh?"

"More wine?" Felicity hovers the bottle over my glass, but I place my palm over the top. "I think I might switch to water."

Luna fakes falling off her chair in shock.

"Ha-ha," I mock. "Hilarious. But I'm still feeling hungover from last night, and I'm jetlagged to hell. I've already had three glasses, and it's only six p.m."

"Never stopped you before." A deep voice filters from behind, and then Jensen comes to sit next to me in the empty seat. A slight breeze casts across the garden and his cologne hits me square in the face, sending tingles throughout my body.

I reset myself and shrug my shoulders. "I refuse to spend tonight with my head in a toilet."

He drops his head so Felicity and Luna, who are busy talking, can't hear. "No, you're right. I'm gonna need your mouth elsewhere."

Heat pools between my thighs, and he chuckles in delight.

Bastard.

"Still bare for me?"

"No," I say, turning to him. "I put underwear on when I got changed."

A hand lands on the inside of my thigh underneath the table, and I shudder at the way his fingertips dance up the inside, traveling toward my apex. I turn to look at him just as his fingers trace over my lace thong. "I don't like being told what to do."

He quirks a brow at me. "Oh, Princess, I can't wait to have you on your knees for me."

Snatching his hand away, he pushes back his chair and stands, disappearing into the house.

Clearing my throat, I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs, fighting back my needy desperation.

"When do you head out for the airport?" I turn to Felicity.

She checks her watch. "In a couple of hours." Throwing her head back, she groans in pleasure. "Two weeks on a Caribbean beach, come to Mama."

I snort. "Don't worry, I'll hold the fort down at work."

"Where's Darcy?" Luna looks around, searching for Felicity's daughter.

She rolls her eyes. "On the phone with Liam asking where he is. He was supposed to be here an hour ago."

"Oh," I say, taking a sip of water. "What's the issue there?"

Puffing out a breath, she runs her finger around the rim of her glass. "They're just fighting more. Which doesn't bode well given they're both attending the same college this year."

I wince. "It's really young to be so serious."

She nods. "Yeah, but they've always been kindreds."

"He's acting like a dick," Jack pipes up from where he's sitting across the table. Felicity eyes him, but he sits back in his chair and crosses his arms. "He is! Every time I see my sister, she's crying over him."

"Well," I announce. "That's the trouble with men. They're all dickheads, some are just more self-aware and rein it in better."

Luna snorts. "Tell me that again when you find the one."

"Not happening. I'm young, free, single, and actually, I'm having another glass of wine."

Luna snorts another laugh, but loudly this time, and she slams her hand over her mouth. "God, I'm so embarrassing!"

"Angel, I've got Jessie on the line." Jon appears, handing Felicity his phone, and she stands from the table to take the call.

"Why couldn't he come?" Luna asks. "He said something about family commitments?"

I pinch my lips together. I know very little about Jessie Callaghan, but from what's circulated in the media, he doesn't have a great family. "I think he had to stay and look after his mom or something."

"Oh," Luna replies, clearly wanting to ask more. "That's a shame. He seems nice."

I nod. I know Jensen is close to him, but that doesn't surprise me. They're both closed books, sharing little about themselves. In the time we've all been hanging out, Jessie has never said much about his personal life or past.

"This will be you next," I say, looking around the garden set up for a wedding.

Luna smiles. "I hope so. Although, it's never really been the day that interests me, more the night," she giggles.

I waggle my brows. "Is that so, Luna Johnson?"

Jack clears his throat and stands. "Gross."

Luna smirks at me. "Oh yes. Allllll the hot sex."

I open my mouth to tell her I'm hoping for some of that tonight, but I check myself right at the last second. Whatever Jensen and I have going on needs to be kept under the vest. It's just sex.

Hot sex.

Dickhead

Come upstairs.

I look down at the text as I hold my phone with shaky hands. It's past eleven, and Jon and Felicity left for their honeymoon hours ago. Most day guests have left, leaving only a few behind, and they're pretty much all couples.

Alone, I sit rocking on the swinging chair at the back of the garden and consider my options.

Me

Come get me if you want me.

Stop playing games, Katherine. You want to fuck me, and I'm desperate to fuck you. For once in your life, just do what I ask.

I down the rest of my wine and make my way out of the garden. He can have this round. I feel rude about ignoring everyone, but equally, I don't want to attract attention to myself and where I'm about to go.

At the bottom of the wooden staircase, I inhale a deep breath and take each step, holding my long summer dress up so I don't trip.

When I push open his bedroom door, my breath catches in my throat. Standing in the middle of the bedroom, he wears the same outfit and hot as fuck white shirt, his hands in the pockets of his pants. Like he's waiting for me, his deep brown eyes are even darker with feral need, and his sleek dark hair falls over his forehead and eyes.

Excitement races through me.

I'm going to get absolutely railed, and I'm fucking here for it.

We stand about three feet apart; his chest is heaving, and I can feel my pulse beating in my ears.

"Your move, Jones," I say, throwing my purse and phone down on the cushioned seat in the corner.

He doesn't move for several moments but then cocks his head toward the bed. "Take off that dress so I can see you in the thong you were bratty enough to wear. Then get on the bed and on your knees."

For the first time in my life, I don't want to argue with him. Unhooking the thin straps from over my shoulders, the dress falls to the floor with ease.

His eyes widen at the sight of me standing before him in only my underwear.

Unclipping the clasp, I take off my bra and then hook my thumb under the waistband of my thong, and all the while, he watches, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "You should know that I only do things on my terms, Jensen."

Confidently, I climb onto the bed, but I don't kneel for him. Instead, I climb under the covers. His cologne envelops me, sending heat straight to my core.

"Take your clothes off." I wave a hand in front of me.

With a shit-eating grin, he slowly unbuttons his shirt and pulls down his sleeves, removing it fully to reveal his gorgeous torso and eight pack. My mouth waters at the sight. Next is his pants as he unzips them, his eyes pinning me in place. They pool at his feet, and my gaze drops to his cock, which fights to break free from the black boxer briefs that hug his thick goalie thighs. Everything he wears fits him perfectly.

"Are your boxers tailored?"

He takes off his gold watch and sets it on the side, then unclasps the gold chain he wears every time I see him. "Everything about me is tailored, Princess." He pushes his briefs to the floor and then takes his cock in his hand and pumps it as he walks to the edge of the bed. "Crawl to me."

"Fuck off."

He laughs, but I do want to taste him, so I concede.

Finally, he has me where he wants me as I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for him to give me his dick.

He pulls on my hair, gathering it up and away from my face. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to wrap this hair around my fist. Now, swallow me."

I take his long, hard cock into my mouth, and he doesn't hold back as he pushes himself to the back of my throat and groans loudly. "Suck my dick. That's right. Suck it."

He tastes insanely good as pre-cum spills from him and onto my tongue. I pull off him with a pop. "You'll come and?—"

Throwing his head back, he laughs. "You think if I come, I'm done?" He tips my chin up with his forefinger, and I look him in the eyes. "You don't know me at all, do you?"

"The same could be said about you."

"I see you, Kate. More than you want me to, and one day, I'll see it all."

In a flash, he drops his hand and then lifts me from the bed. His fingertips dig into my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist as we come face to face. I'm not petite, but he holds me like I weigh nothing.

Uncertainty washes over me as his fierce eyes soften and, surprising me further, he holds me with one arm and caresses my right cheek with his free hand. "I promised myself I wouldn't kiss you. But promises are made to be broken."

I did, too. But that doesn't stop me from opening for him when he swipes his tongue across my lower lip. He pushes his hand through my hair, and I whimper as he kisses me until my lips feel sore. The scruff of his jaw is rough and sharp against my chin, but it's a delicious sensation.

Setting me back down on the bed, he parts my legs and holds them open with his hands. "You didn't play with yourself. At least you got that right."

"How can you tell?"

"Because, Princess, this pussy is begging to be touched, and only my fingers will do."

He swipes a finger through me, and I fall back onto my elbows. "More."

"No."

I want to scream in frustration.

"I'll fuck you first, play with you later."