Melting my body into his, my breasts rubbing against the smooth skin of his chest, I kissed him long and deep, running my hands all over his back.
Be brave.
“My turn,” I whispered in his ear.
Jared’s eyes widened when he realized what I meant.
I lightly pushed him back on the bed and slid on top of him. Perfect. A shot of adrenaline coursed through me when I felt his hands on my hips and his sex pressed against me.
“You’re perfect. Perfect for me.” He ran his hands up and down my thighs.
I moved, gliding his tip along my slit, teasing him. When I came down on him, putting him inside me, my toes curled with the unbelievable feeling. It was so much deeper like this, and I leaned backward a little to be able to absorb every inch. I was filled and stretched, and I wanted him to feel as complete as I did.
Jared put a hand on my breast and used his other hand to guide my hips as worked him slowly. “Tell me you like it, Tate.”
“I…” I clenched my thighs tighter at his sides and moved in a front-back motion against him rather than the up-down I’d been doing.
Oh. My. God.
He hit the spot deep inside of me, and my head flipped back as I moaned. Damn! There was nothing better than having him inside of me.
I loved that I could still feel where he was the next day. And I want to feel him tomorrow, too.
He pushed his hips up hard against me, sending shudders through my body. “Say it.”
“I love it.” My body had lost control. The ripple inside of me turned into a wave, and I grinded against him faster and harder. “I love it with you.”
Afterwards, we lay collapsed on the bed, too tired to move, and I just wanted to crawl under the covers with him. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that in a strange house. We needed to get out of here before everyone figured out what we were up to. I had to start being more careful. My dad trusted me, but that wouldn’t last if I kept making irresponsible decisions.
Of course, he liked Jared. I was eighteen. My dad knew me having a sex life was bound to happen sooner or later. However, this school year had been full of behavioral mishaps on my part, and having sex in a strange house at a party wasn’t on my list of great ideas. It was fun once, but I reminded myself to not try this again.
I kissed Jared, and we both smiled and laughed as we helped each other get dressed.
“I have a question.” I finally broke the blissful silence as I smoothed over his hair. It was the same question I’d tried to ask him before. There was only one more piece of the Jared-puzzle that I needed.
“Shoot.”
“You didn’t want to tell me about your dad or your brother. But Piper knew where you went on the weekends. Why could she know and not me?” The idea of Jared close enough to that girl to confide in her pissed me off.
“Tate, I didn’t tell Piper anything. Her dad is a cop. The cop that arrested me last year for attacking Jax’s foster dad. She found out through him.” He circled his arms around my waist and held me close.
“So you just happened to be dating the daughter of the cop that arrested you?” I knew it was more than a coincidence without him saying anything. He’d sought out Piper for some silly revenge. Bagging the cop’s daughter was a “screw you” to her father.
He shrugged. “Yeah, I’m not proud of that, but would it make you feel better if I actually liked her?”
I looked away. No. No, it wouldn’t.