Valentine Wishes (Baxter Academy Book 1) (6 page)

I
had hoped
that when he built the fire and laid the blanket out that we’d be doing something other than talking. I can’t help it. I want to kiss him, or have him kiss me, and maybe a few other things. I mean, it is a beautiful night, clear sky above, nearly full moon, calm lake, blanket on a beach, nice fire. A perfect setting for seduction, which I would happily go along with.

After that kiss last night, all I’ve been able to think about when I’m with him is if he will kiss me on the lips this time and if he’s any good in bed. Which is shocking actually. Not the part about having sex, but that I’m thinking about, and wanting to have sex with a guy I barely know and just met. With my last two boyfriends, we dated for months before doing the deed. For me it was the natural progression of where we stood in the relationship and not so much of really wanting the guy in bed. Brett and I are so not even close to being there, but if he wanted to take me back to his place, if he had one, I’d happily go.

Instead, he wants to talk.

Talking is good. We should know more about each other. Heaven knows I want to know everything about him. And I mean, everything.

“So, how old are you, Brett Boy Scout Robak?”

“Twenty-six.”

For some reason I thought he was younger. I just assumed he did his four years at college and then tested for the FBI, and got training there. Though, I have no clue how long that takes, other than I’m sure there is a lot to it. Kind of like going to college for a while. “So, what did you do between high school and the FBI?”

“Right after high school, did two years at the community college, joined the Army and when I got out, finished up my degree. Then tested for the FBI, got in, got trained, got an assignment.”

Whoa, that is a hell of a lot more than I’ve done and he acts like he just did the average stuff after high school.

“My brother is in the Army.” I figured of all the things I could have asked about that he rattled off, this was the easiest.

“Oh yeah?”

“He was taking college classes, not sure what he wanted to do, and not getting the best of grades, then September 11
^th
happened. Quit school and joined the Army.”

Brett winces. “I got out the year before.”

A glance at him from the corner of my eye. “Did you think about going back in?”

“At first, but I already had my eye on the FBI, so I decided to finish school then apply.” He shrugs. “I figure I could do better here, than going back in. I like to analyze and figure things out.”

“So, what did you get a degree in to help you analyze and figure things out?” I get why he made the choices he did. I wish Tyler had decided to continue in school too. It was better than constantly worry about him like I do now.

“Criminology and Forensic Psychology. Double major.”

I can only blink at him. “Wow.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.” He looks away as if he’s embarrassed. “I’m thinking about getting my masters in Forensic Psychology though. It’s an interesting field.”

“So you can analyze and figure out the criminals?”

“That and studying crimes, crime scenes, evidence, develop profiles to find a suspect.”

“That does sound fascinating.” I know I wouldn’t want to work around crime or criminals all day, but his work must be intriguing.

“It can be. I just haven’t been with the Bureau long enough to do anything. Even though I graduated, I have no real world experience yet.

“Kind of like me needing teaching creds before I try to become a principal.”

“Yep.” Brett turns more fully toward me. “Where is your brother stationed?”

“Iraq.” I don’t like it and wish he were someplace safe.

Brett gives me a sad smile and grabs my hand. “Well, I hope he stays safe.”

“Me too.” It’s what I pray for before I go to sleep and when I wake up in the morning. I’ve already lost my parents. I don’t think I could continue on if I lost one of my brothers.

I
don’t want
to talk about me and she doesn’t want to talk about her brother. Hell, I really don’t want to talk at all.

Damn she’s beautiful with the firelight reflecting off of her soft face and making her sage eyes a deeper green. Those perfect lips are parted just right and I give up the battle on trying to be a nice, respectable guy. I could lie to myself until I’m blue in the face, but I came here to do a hell of a lot more than talk.

Her eyes meet mine and then drift closed as I lean in. There is no hesitation on her part as my lips touch hers, as if she’s been waiting and wanting this as much as me. She parts her lips further and I swoop in and her tongue touches mine sending a bolt of desire through my body and my dick starts to harden almost instantly.

This woman, who I’ve not even known forty-eight hours makes me hotter than anyone I’ve ever met.

I taste and delve, holding my hand at the back of her head, my fingers entwined in her silky hair and I can’t get enough. I’m not sure if it’ll ever be enough. Jackie grasps my shoulders and moans. Together, without words, we fall down on to the blanket her leg goes around my hip and her breasts are pressed against my chest. Neither of our clothing is so thick that I can’t feel her pebbled nipples against me and my cock gets even harder.

She’ll either be the death of me or the most awesome experience of my life.

Jackie pushes on my shoulder and I fall back. As much as I hate that she is bringing this to an end, I will always stop at the first hesitation of the woman. I fall to my back, surprised at how out of breath I am but am given no opportunity to recover before Jackie is coming over me. Her hands cradle me face and she’s kissing me again, taking the lead and I give it over. Who is seducing whom? I’m not sure and I sure as hell don’t care.

Somehow she manages to straddle me and then straightens. She looks down, but her hair falls forward and I can’t see her face. I push it away and see her swollen, thoroughly kissed lips and dark eyes by the firelight. She gives me a half smile. My hands slide up her silky thighs, slipping beneath her scrunched up skirt and I grasp her perfect ass. My fingers itch to slip beneath her panties. Is she as wet as I am hard?

Jackie places her hands against my chest and her fingers caress my nipples through the shirt. Hers can be seen, outlined against her dress, those breasts just a few inches from my face and I my mouth waters, wanting to taste them, but they are impossible to get to without completely undressing her. We are outside and her uncle’s house is on the other side of the evergreens.

I squeeze her ass and smile up at her, but make no further moves. If I’m going to have sex with Jackie, the first time is not going to be on a beach, out in the open, and where anyone came come across us.

“Too much? Too fast?”

Instead of answering, I flip her, careful not to be too rough, and now I am over her. Her legs go around my hips and I’m exactly where I want to be. It’s a shame we aren’t in the privacy of a bedroom, and that we have clothing between us.

I kiss her again, deeply. She lifts her hips, rubbing against my cock. I groan, pull back and sit on my heels. She’s laying back on the blanket and I staring down at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Her skirt is raised, pink lace panties peek out from the hem of her skirt and her breasts strain against the dress. Where to start.

My hands slip up her waist and go around her boobs, they are full and I pinch her nipples through the thin material. Jackie arches and moans. My jeans grow more uncomfortable with each breath.

Her eyes widen.

“What? Can your uncle see us?” I glance at the house.

“No.”

“Too much? Too fast?” I’ll stop, immediately. Not that we’ve gotten far because we are still fully clothed.

“I’m not on any kind of birth control.”

Holy Shit! Protection was the last thing on my mind. This went too far too fast. “And I don’t have any condoms.”

“And I thought Boy Scouts were always prepared.” She bursts out laughing. “I might just have to take away one of your merit badges.”

At least she’s not pissed. Though, even if I did have a condom, I’ve never been one to trust if for birth control. Protection from other, more unpleasant things, yes, but not to prevent conception.

I fall to my side on the blanket and turn toward Jackie. I hadn’t anticipated we’d have this conversation so soon. I wasn’t even sure we’d get to this point, but if we are going to go further, we both need to be protected. I just don’t want to ruin the mood right now. Later though.

She turns and faces me, cradling her head in her crooked arm.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” I tuck stray hair behind the delicate shell of her ear.

“I should be free around one.”

“I’m going to some open houses in the afternoon. Want to come with me?”

She blinks up at me. Shit, I didn’t mean it to sound like we would be house hunting together. That is way too fast. I just need to look at houses and I want another day with her before going back to work.

“I thought you wanted to rent?”

My heart and stomach releases. Thank God she didn’t jump to the conclusion that I was suggesting we play house or set up a home together. Talk about moving too fast.

“I haven’t found anything so thought I’d see if buying would be a better option.”

“Sure. Sounds fun.” She grins. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” She leans in. “I go to open houses for fun, a lot, because I like to see layouts of houses, what works, what doesn’t, how places are decorated.”

“Well, that’s an interesting hobby.” Who goes to open houses for fun?

“Not so much a hobby as plans for the future.” She points behind me. Opposite of her uncle’s house. “I do have a piece of land, and if I end up living in the area, I’ll build my dream home, when I have the money, of course.”

She already owns land and I’m not sure I’ve got the credit to get a mortgage. Is Jackie out of my league? She comes from a wealthy family and I was raised in a middle class one, where my dad worked overtime every chance he got just to pay bills, even with mom working a fulltime job.

M
y first thoughts
are of Brett when I wake in the morning. Stretching, I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling, giddy. I’m going to see him again today. I’ve never felt like this in my life. Girls in high used to get all giggly, and some in college, and I thought they needed to grow up. Or, I was just made of different stuff because I’d never been that excited about dating a guy. Apparently I just hadn’t met the right one. I am definitely giddy and giggly, so out of character for me.

Last night couldn’t have been more perfect. Man, Brett can kiss and I’m pretty sure that when we do finally have sex, it is going to be off the charts and not just somewhat satisfactory. Orgasms have never been a problem with the guys I’ve dated, but none of those guys had me wanting to tear off my clothes and have them in me with just a look and a kiss.

I press my legs together, my clit aching, just as it had done last night. Maybe a little self-stimulation would ease the throbbing, but I’ve never done that before. Never really needed to. In fact, sex was just a thing to do and the orgasms were great, but nothing that I really needed. However, now that I met Brett, my body is alive and sensitive. It’s as if he’s unlocked a sexual creature in me that I didn’t even know existed.

The phone on the nightstand rings and I grab it quickly and check the number. A grin pulls at my lips as I answer. “Hello.”

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Brett’s voice is low and gruff as if he just woke up. It heats me to my core, which is already hot.

I snuggle down against my pillows. “No. Just lying here, not ready to get out of bed.”

“Me either.” I can hear a grin in his voice.

Too bad we aren’t in bed together.

“Did you sleep well?”

I smile. “Yeah. You?”

“Not so much.”

Crap. I hope nothing happened.

“I couldn’t get to sleep because of you,” he says after a moment.

His hard on kept him awake and I can’t help but grin.

“It’s kind of depressing that you didn’t have the same problem.”

My face heats. “I never said that.”

“Then it’s a shame we aren’t in bed, right now.”

“But we are,” I remind him.

“But not together,” he points out.

“There is that.” I have no clue if the two of us even have a future but there is no way I’m letting him get away from me without sleeping with him first.

“You are free at one?”

“Yeah.” We decided that was the time he would come get me. Did he just want to talk or only confirming plans?

“Don’t let me settle for a place that doesn’t have a master big enough for a king size bed.”

“A queen or double isn’t good enough?”

“Not with the plans I have for it.”

My entire body heats again and I hope to hell those plans include me.

“Like what?”

“All the things I was imagining doing last night, and this morning.”

“Are you all alone in this big bed of yours?” What has gotten into me? I’ve never been this bold, but there is something about the deep, husky, sexy voice on the phone that makes me ask. I’m only torturing myself though. My clit already aches and if I continue this conversation, I may just need to masturbate for the first time in my life just so I can get on with day without constantly thinking about having sex with Brett.

“Oh no,” he answers. “What I have in mind requires two. Like snuggling to begin with.”

“You’re getting a dog or cat?” I tease.

“Not funny,” he answers. “Hey, are you still wearing those pale pink panties from last night?” Heat pools deep inside as my face flushes.

“Um, yeah. How did you know they were pink?”

He chuckles quietly. “Because your skirt was practically pushed up to your waist.”

Actually, I’m surprised my panties remained on. Had I been on the pill and he had a condom, we’d both be satisfied now.

“Are they all lace, or just the front?”

“All.”

“Did the bra match?”

“I’m not that coordinated. Sorry.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Maybe I should have said I was wearing a lacy bra to match, but what if he wants to see it sometime. I don’t own a pink bra.

“So, what are you wearing now?”

If a stranger would call and ask that question, I’d get all creeped out and hang up, possibly even change my number, but Brett asking it in his gruff morning voice just stirs my blood. “T-shirt.”

“T-shirt and pink panties. Sexy.”

I have to laugh. “Hardly.”

“Oh, you would be surprised at what I find sexy.”

“Really?” I’ll humor him.

“When it’s the right girl, every fucking thing is sexy.”

This is so not the same Brett who took me out that first night. Not that I have anything against that Brett, but I really like this one too. How many facets are there to him?

“You know, if we were in that king bed now, I’d be under that t-shirt.”

My nipples tighten just at the thought.

“I couldn’t see your boobs last night because of your dress, but I do have an imagination.”

“As do I,” I return. “Something of extreme interest arose.”

“It was all for you.” He chuckles. “And ready and waiting now, if you must know.”

“You haven’t even seen me today.”

“Don’t need to,” he answers. “I woke up thinking about those pink panties and wondering what color your nipples are.”

This time my face heats.

“Are they brown, or more of a coral?”

Is he really asking me that question?

“Well, which?”

I swallow. “Coral, I guess.”

He tsks. “I guess I’ll have to see them for myself to know for certain.”

The sooner the better.

“Are they hard?”

“What?”

“Your nipples. They were pebbled nice and tight last night, pushing against your dress. I was salivating, wanting to taste them.”

Well, if they weren’t hard before, they certainly were now.

“Well, are they? Tell me.”

“Um, yeah.”

“You see, if I were there, I’d have the t-shirt pushed up over your boobs so that I could see and touch them.”

My hand goes under my shirt and I caress my boob. My nipples are tight and puckered.

“I’d weigh them, squeeze gently, then tease each nipple.”

I pinch the end of one and desire shoots to my vagina.

“Do it for me. What’s it feel like?”

My eyes blink open. “Are you having phone sex with me?”

“Yeah. If we can’t have real sex, we might as well have phone sex.”

I didn’t think it was possible to get hotter, but I am, and kick the covers off of my body. Then I spy my bedroom door. It’s shut, but not locked. Though, nobody ever comes in here without knocking, today would be the day grandmother or Theo would decide to barge in. Quickly I jump from the bed and race across the room and turn the lock.

“What are you doing?”

“Locking my bedroom door.”

“Good girl. Now get back in bed.”

My knees are wobbly as I crawl back to the center. Did he just give me an order and I’m obeying without question? Damn, this gets hotter by the moment.

“Is your door locked?” I ask him.

“This is about you, not me.”

“Oh no, two can play at this game. Is your door locked?”

“It’s always locked. I live in a house with seven kids who don’t understand boundaries.”

“At least you don’t have to share a room with one of them,” I point out. Because otherwise, this would be very awkward. In fact, this conversation wouldn’t even be happening.

“Instead, I have a comfortable, single bed, in the back room of a basement. But, it’s all mine and mine alone.”

“Single, as in a twin bed.”

“Second reason I can’t bring you here and do all the things I’ve fantasized about in the last thirty-six hours.”

“Second? What’s the first?”

“The seven kids, and aunt and uncle who also live here.”

I have to laugh. It can’t be easy living there when he’s probably been on his own since he got out of the Army.

“Now, where were we?” he asks.

“We are both in bed and doors are locked.”

“Ah, yes. Now I remember I was appreciating your boobs.”

“And I am appreciating—”

“—Nothing.”

“That isn’t exactly fair. What about you?”

“All in good time, sweetheart. You first, always!”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what makes it so much better for me.”

I’m speechless. Phone sex with Brett is already better than the actual sex I’ve had in the past and I wipe those memories from by brain. Those memories don’t matter anymore and there sure as hell no comparison.

“T-shirt, over your boobs.”

I do as he says, feeling exposed, self-conscious and hot all at the same time. Not that anyone can see into the second floor of the house, I still check to make sure my curtains are closed.

“Done.”

“Perfect. Full, heavy in my hand.”

I lift my free hand and test the weight, as he would. “Yes.”

“Pinch your nipples. They’ve relaxed because you had to lock the door.”

I do as he says.

“Perfect. Especially how heat and pleasure shot to your pussy, making it throb.”

He is so right about that.

“Now the other.”

I do as he says and another wave of pleasure washes over me.

“They are puckered now, waiting.”

That they are.

“Wet your fingers, and pinch them. Imagine it’s my tongue and teeth, gently nipping.”

I nearly groan.

“Don’t hold back, Jackie.”

“I’ve never done anything like this,” I whisper into the phone.

“Me either,” he whispers back. “But it’s fun.”

It is, but I’m a little too embarrassed to admit it.

“They are both swollen and heavy and the rest of your body is aching.”

How can he even know that, unless he’s had a lot of experience?

“My appetite is whetted and I want more and slide my hand down your stomach, feeling your muscles contract beneath my fingertips as your sensitivity mounts.”

My breathing grows heavy.

“With my other hand, I caress the inside of your silky thigh, slowly making my way to your pussy.”

“Slowly?” My voice squeaks, surprising me.

“Slowly. This is too perfect and I don’t want to ruin it by rushing.” I swear I can hear a grin in his voice. “Now, remove those delightful, pale pink panties.

I gulp and follow his instructions and toss them to the floor.

“Just as I’m about there, your damp nether curls brush the back of my fingers.”

Yes, they do.

“Unless there are no curls.”

His question takes me out of the moment. “Huh?”

“Curls, no curls, natural, trimmed, shaved?”

My face heats. “Neatly trimmed, close to the skin. Though I can shave or wax if you’d like.”

“It’s about your comfort and what you want to do.”

“Well, the idea of a razor blade or hot wax on that part of my anatomy has never sounded appealing.”

“I get that,” he chuckles.

“And to be honest, the trimming makes me nervous, but I don’t want some stranger in a salon doing it for me either.”

“I would.”

The idea of Brett, down there, studying me, shaving and waxing sends a shot of heat right to my pussy.

“Or, you could go all natural. It makes no difference to me because it is you.”

“If you were doing the grooming, I wouldn’t have any objection.” I can’t believe I just said those words to him.

“Your breathing has calmed.”

“Huh?”

“You aren’t panting in anticipation as before. I took you out of the moment.”

Well, it won’t take much to get me back there.

“My fingers are just hovering at your neatly trimmed pussy, already damp, waiting and pulsing. I part the folds and nearly come when I use my fingers to enter you and your hot pussy clamps around them, but I hold back and go deeper as my thumb finds your clit. I barely circle it and feel it swell under the tips of my fingers. I drag the moisture from your vagina and slide it around, adding lubrication so I don’t hurt you but only bring pleasure.”

I gasp as my uterus clinches and my vagina tightens as waves of pleasure flow over me.

“It grows harder, swelling further. Your vagina tightens with each wave of building pressure. Your thighs stiffen and lift your butt off the bed as you reach…reach…and…come!”

At that word my body comes apart, exploding from inside out and I bite my lip to keep quiet so that nobody hears me before I collapse on back on the bed, my heart pounding as the stars disappear from my peripheral vision.

“Even though you muffled your cries so nobody could hear, you still came, hard.”

I blink open my eyes. “How did you know?”

“It was all in your breathing.”