Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

SHAE

“Oh my God.”

Dean stepped back and turned. Oh shit.

“No, no, no! That sounded bad but that’s not what I meant,” I pleaded as I grabbed at the back of his hoodie. “Please look at me.”

He turned, but his head hung low.

“Look at me, Dean.”

He finally looked up, his cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry. It just seemed wrong not to tell you. Clearly, I have no clue what I’m doing.”

I grabbed his face between my palms and forced him to look at me. “Dean, that’s amazing and beautiful and I am so glad you told me. But that’s a big deal. It should be special.”

His eyes finally met mine. “It would be special with you.”

My heart swelled and clitterflies buzzed. I thought about this so many times. We’d been friends for years, even if we never admitted it. We let Jenna be the barrier between us, but we were friends. We spent time together, too. And he’d always been just the way he was tonight. Always taking care of me, making sure I had what I needed to be comfortable, making sure I was happy and content.

I wasn’t sure I could admit to him or myself that I loved him, but it wouldn't be far-fetched. “Dean, I wish I could say I had waited, too. But I can say that I think it would be special with you.”

He pulled my hands from his cheeks. “I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose, but I can’t be a fling. Not with you, Shae. I’m sorry I let any of this happen. Can we just try to pretend I never said anything?”

My brow furrowed and I shook my head. “I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen, Dean. Do you know how long I’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss you?” I grabbed his hands. “For you to hold my hand? To hold me? If you don’t want to sleep with me tonight that’s fine, but I can’t unhear what you told me. Because I want you. I want to be with you. And my God it feels good to finally say that out loud.” I’d held that secret for so long. A weight I didn’t realize had been on me lifted with my admission. “And you want me, too.”

His hands went to my face again, and his thumbs went under my jaw, tilting my head back. “Shae, if I kiss you again, you’re mine. You understand. No sleeping together, dating, or whatever. Mine. Us. And that means we deal with however Jenna handles it together. No hiding or secrets. I can’t have you without really having you. So, you better be damn sure before you let me kiss you again.”

He may be a virgin, but he was not lacking in the sexy shit department. “We handle it together. Now kiss me.”

In a flash, our tongues were swiping each other, and he had my hair in his fists, tugging and keeping my head tilted. I pressed myself against him and felt his hardness through our jeans.

Years of tension had bubbled to the surface, and I was needy. I pushed him to the sofa and when his calves hit the cushions he fell back, and I climbed onto his lap.

His hands went to my hips and I grinded against him as I thrusted my tongue deep into his mouth. He groaned and jutted his hips up. “Fuck, Shae. You’re killing me.”

“I want you to touch me, Dean.” I climbed from his lap and pulled my hoodie off, then my shirt. His eyes heated as they dragged over me. I bit my lip, and unbuttoned my jeans, leaning to pull my socks off then my jeans before standing again.

“Goddamn, you’re so beautiful,” he said as he leaned up grabbing my hips as his eyes roamed over me with wonder.

My soaked panties were already sticking to me. His eyes went to them and his jaw clenched. His hands shook at my hips.

“Are you okay?” I asked. The room had finally warmed up some and even standing in my bra and panties, I was so turned on I couldn’t feel any cold.

“I want to touch you everywhere.” His voice was as shaky as his hands. “I feel like an animal, but I don’t know what’s okay.”

I grabbed one of his hands and moved it to my breast. His mouth fell open, and his fingers tugged at the cup covering me. I nodded to him, and he pulled it down, revealing a taught nipple. He leaned closer, taking it into his mouth and he moaned as I did. His tongue circled the bud, then he gave it a light suck.

Gasping, I told him, “That feels good. Put your other hand into my panties.”

He ran his hand up my thigh, then pulled at the side, slipping fingers into my dripping folds. “You’re so wet and slick.” He dragged his fingers through slowly, finding my already swollen clit.

My legs turned to jelly at his touch and my knees buckled. He moved both hands fast as lightning and grabbed my hips, rolling me to fall on the sofa. I giggled as I fell back onto the worn and creaky sofa covered in a pile of blankets.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes riddled with worry as they scanned me.

I reached up and ran my hand over his cheek then through his hair. “I’m really great actually but it would be better if you had less clothes and went back to what you were doing.”

A mischievous grin spread over his face, and he leaned up, pulling his hoodie and shirt off in one swoop. He was even more perfect than the last time I saw him shirtless. He sat still as I ogled so I reached for his jeans. “These too.”

He hesitated, then leaned down, loosening the straps on his boots before standing and unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. And holy hell. He was ripped all over. He wasn’t overly bulky but lean with defined abs, rounded pecs, thick and muscular thighs, and arms that could absolutely pick me up and toss me around.

He looked down at me with reverence and I sat up, running my hands over his skin. “Wow,” was all I could manage.

He tipped my head up with his thumb, his soft smile sending flutters to my tummy. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Shae. I’m never going to forget this night. This moment.”

“You damn right you’re not,” I said with fervor.

My hands traveled down more, and I tugged at the band on his boxer briefs. His abs quivered against my fingers, and he sucked in a breath. “What are you doing?”

“Making it extra special for you.” I licked my lips and pulled the band over his cock, and it sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. I grabbed it with one hand and leaned, lightly running my tongue over the tip.

“Fuck, Shae,” he said though gritted teeth. “Is it presumptuous to mention I have condoms in my bag?”

Still gripping him, rubbing the hard length, I smiled up at him. “We’ll chat about that later but no, not presumptuous.” Had he planned something this weekend? The thought sent another wave of flutters through me, and I wondered if he’d thought of me like this as long as I thought of him. But blinking away the sincerity of the thought, I remembered I had his dick in my hand and leaned forward, taking it into my mouth.

His hand dug into my hair and my messy bun kept getting looser and looser. With one hand providing extra stimulation as I sucked, I moved the other around to his ass. It was so round and firm. As I squeezed, his hips began to sway, and he started pressing himself deeper in my mouth.

But just when I was really getting started, he fisted my hair and jerked my head back. “I want the first time to be inside of you.”

Panting, I said, “Technically my mouth is still inside.”

He grinned but pushed me back onto the sofa. “Don’t move.”

I thought he was about to pounce on me when his hand landed on the back of the sofa, but he launched himself over it, landing on the other side so I leaned to see what he was doing.

He popped up after digging through his bag and pulled a foil square out before jumping back over, but this time he was right over me. He managed to break his fall and not crush me, not that I would have minded, but his body was spread over mine.

He stared down at me as he made room for himself between my thighs. Everything was on overdrive. My body was heated from the inside out and my skin prickled with electricity everywhere his skin touched mine. My center ached as he pressed his hard cock against me, our underwear still a barrier between us.

“Dean,” I said as I cupped his face.

“Yeah, Shae?”

Smiling, I said, “I’m never going to forget this moment, either.”

He crushed his mouth to mine, still thrusting against my clit. If he kept that up, I was going to come before we were naked. His kiss was deep and greedy, and my own hips met his rhythm.

He started kissing down my neck, then slowly worked his way down, paying attention to both nipples. I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, and he helped pull it from my arms, running his hands over my breasts before taking them in his mouth, one by one.

I wondered if it was all too much, but as he worked his way lower and began to pull my panties down, I didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted at this moment, and I wouldn’t stop him. His touch was firm and if I didn’t know better, practiced.

After my panties slipped from my feet, he angled my body on the sofa so he could kneel on the floor and pressed my thighs apart. His fingers ran down my slit and briefly I worried about not having shaved for the weekend. Before I could blurt out anything about it, his warm mouth was sucking my clit and my eyes crossed.

Short, squeaky sounds escaped from my throat as I gripped the cushion with one hand and his wavy locks with the other. “Holy shit, Dean,” I said through ragged breaths.

His finger slipped inside my opening and my hips bucked.

“Tell me if you like it a different way. I want it to be good for you,” he said as he pumped his finger inside.

“Fucking hell, Dean,” I gasped. “You could probably add another finger but outside of that I think you got this down. Are you sure you’re new at this?”

He grinned and another finger slipped in. Oh yeah, he practiced this before. I don’t know how or if I want to know but so far this was better than any so-called seasoned men I’d been with, which was only three but still.

He leaned back down, and his tongue swirled over my clit as his fingers hit my g-spot. My center heated and tingled, and I was getting close. My head flew back and when his mouth wrapped around my clit again with a gentle suckle, stars exploded behind my eyes and I wasn’t sure if I was making any sounds as not only was my vision gone, but I’d briefly gone deaf. He broke me and I didn’t care.

When I finally could see again and the ringing in my ears stopped, my eyes fluttered open to Dean looking down at me, brows pinched and those luscious lips frowning.

“Shae, are you alright?”

I caught my breath then rolled my head to see the small foil square. Grabbing it, I tore the top off and pulled the contents out. “Underwear off.”

He pushed them down, working them the rest of the way with his feet and before he was situated, I was already rolling the condom on.

His eyes closed and he groaned, sending a new rush of wetness between my thighs. His eyes opened as I gave him a few extra strokes and lined him to my core. My hips moved, trying to accept him inside. But he pulled back.

Dean’s shaky hand caressed my face. “Tell me you’re mine, Shae. Tell me this is real.”

My heart nearly burst from my chest. I hadn’t ever felt so adored and overjoyed. All the times I’d fantasized about him didn’t come close to the real thing. This wasn’t some silly daydream. It was real and raw, but also tender and sweet. It was better than I’d imagined it could be. “I’m yours, you’re mine. And this is definitely real. Now kiss me and take me.”