What Friends Are For (5 page)

Chapter Eight

Jacey was barely in the front door before Jonas had her
against the wall and was kissing her hungrily. Her bags dropped to the floor
and her hands were all over him, touching, stroking, rubbing. He pulled away to
flip the lock on the door and then took her hand.

“You don’t mind if we postpone that ride for a bit, do you?”

She shook her head.

He leaned in to kiss her again but pulled back before she
could deepen it. “I missed you.”

She grinned. “I missed you too, Jonas. I—”

“Shhhh,” he said placing a finger over her lips. “Let’s go
upstairs.”

She nodded her head and let him lead her back to his
bedroom. She could already feel her pussy getting wet, her nipples hardening
into tight points. All he had to do was look at her and she was ready. She knew
he would please her, knew her pleasure would come first. But that wasn’t what
she wanted this time. It was her turn. Her turn to taste and touch and bring
him to orgasm.

As soon as they were in the door she flipped the tables. She
cornered him at the door, shoving him against it and raking her nails down his
T-shirt.

“My turn, Jonas,” she whispered, finding the hem and jerking
it up. “My turn to taste every inch of you.”

He groaned but lifted his hands to help her pull the shirt
off.

She tossed it away and brought her hands back to run over
his chest and shoulders. “I love your shoulders. So broad. So strong. They
could hold the weight of the world if I asked you to. And your chest with just
a light dust of hair,” she traced her finger across it then followed the trail
down over his abs to his jeans, “I love this. Love the delicious place it leads
to.”

She bent forward and ran her tongue over first one nipple
then the other. “I love the taste of your skin,” she moaned, continuing to nip,
lick and suck at him. “Salty and sweet at the same time.”

She worked her mouth down to his abdomen and nibbled the
prominent muscles there while they rippled and flexed. “I love your body. It
should be a sin for a man to be as sexy as you are.” She reached his jeans and
dipped her tongue just under the band and ran it all the way across from one
side to the other before standing.

She grabbed his face and took his mouth in a searing kiss.
Tongues dueled and fought for dominance as they tasted and ate at each other.
Finally she pulled back, kissing and licking his lip and then his chin. “I love
your kiss. The way you consume and seduce me with just a glance.”

Her hands fell back down to his jeans, finding the button
and releasing it before tugging the zipper slowly down. She tucked one hand
inside, cupping and rubbing his length through his underwear. “I love your
cock. I love the way it makes me scream with pleasure.” She took both of her
hands and grasped the open front of his jeans and shoved them down over his
hips, tugging his underwear with it. “I love it fucking my pussy, my ass, any
part of me.” She held his eyes as she dropped to her knees in front of him. “I
want to taste it.” She licked her lips and he groaned. “I want to suck and lick
and feel the hot splash of your cum in my mouth.” She dropped her gaze to his
cock and shoved his clothes lower on his thighs so that his cock and balls were
completely bare to her.

“Jacey,” he moaned.

“Shhhh,” she whispered, licking over the head of his cock.
“Relax, Jonas, and let me have my way with you.”

She felt the muscles in his legs tense up, watched his abs
ripple again, but he just adjusted his position against the door and widened
his stance a bit.

With a moan, she licked him again, this time running her
tongue all the way down his shaft and over his testicles. His hands were tight
fists resting against the door by his hips. She reached out and ran her fingers
over them, smiling as he automatically opened his. She laced their fingers
together. Looking up into his eyes, she took the head into her mouth and sucked
gently on him. It would take more work to use only her mouth on him, to forgo
the use of her hand to hold him in place or stroke him with. But the look on
his face promised it would be worth it.

She moved her lips slowly down, taking as much of him into
her mouth as she could. When the head just touched the start of her throat she
swallowed, giving a slight squeeze to the very top of him. Jonas moaned and his
hands clenched and released around hers. She did it again, swirling her mouth
around him. This time when she pulled back she released him from her mouth.

Her tongue lapped at his bobbing cock, bathing every inch
before she tucked lower and rubbed along the seam of his balls. She traced one
then the other before sucking gently on them. Then she nuzzled lower, moving
her mouth just under his sac and the tight skin there. She licked and sucked,
driving Jonas crazy.

His hands left hers and flew to her hair. Her hairband was
pulled free and he wrapped the freed strands around his hands. “Suck it, Jacey.
Suck my cock.”

She grinned against his skin and turned her face to nip his
inner thigh with her teeth. Jonas rewarded her with a sharp tug on her hair.
She reached up and wrapped a hand around him, jacking it up and down his shaft
before cupping her mouth over the head and sucking. She rubbed her tongue in
the notched groove just under the head that seemed to be so sensitive and he
bucked against her, pressing more of his cock into her mouth.

She squeezed him with her hand, let him feel the scrape of
her teeth, and he plunged in again. Her other hand slid down to fondle and play
with the taut sac of his testicles and then lower to rub the skin under them.
She swore she felt him grow thicker in her mouth. He was fucking now, thrusting
through the tight grip of her fingers and into her mouth. She sucked, licked
and matched him stroke for stroke.

His fingers tightened in her hair and she felt a tingle in
her scalp. She hoped he didn’t snatch her bald when he came.

“Fuck, Jacey,” he grunted, his pace slowing and then speeding
up again only to slow once more. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

She just sucked harder, deep pulls on him and her tongue a
wicked blade forcing him closer.

“Jacey,” he moaned her name. She loved the way it sounded on
his lips.

The first spurt of his cum hit the roof of her mouth in a
hot jet and was quickly followed by a second. She swallowed them down and
sucked for more. He didn’t disappoint her. She savored him, running her tongue
along the slit atop his cock, greedy for every drop. When he pulled back from
her, she let him, switching to soft kisses along his thighs while he gasped for
air above her.

“I love the taste of you,” she told him, looking up with a
smile. He was leaning against the door and his eyes were closed.

“Yeah?” he grunted, making her laugh.

“Yeah,” she told him, coming to her feet in front of him.

“I love something else too, Jonas,” she whispered.

His eyes opened. He lifted a hand to brush her hair back
from her cheek.

“What’s that, Princess?”

“You,” she told him and watched his eyes flare, his body
jerk up from his slouch against the door. “I love you, Jonas.”

“Jacey, you don’t have to,” he started to say but she
stopped him by leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips.

“I know I don’t have to, Jonas,” she said. “I want to. I
realized some stuff this morning when I went home.”

“Like what?” he asked, reaching down to pull his underwear
and jeans back up and tug the zipper. He took her hand and led her over to sit
on the side of his bed, facing one another.

“I realized how much you mean to me,” she said. “I count on
you, to be there for me no matter what.”

“That doesn’t necessarily mean you love me,” he told her. “I
count on a lot of people who I don’t love.”

She laughed. “When something happens, good or bad, you’re
the first person I think of sharing it with. Not Dee. Not Mischa. You. When I’m
happy or sad or lonely, it’s you I think of. I didn’t pay attention to that
before. Just didn’t realize until you told me to find someone else to talk to.”

“I’m sorry, Jacey,” he told her. “I didn’t mean to hurt
you.”

“But you did,” she said. She cupped his face and kissed him
softly again on the lips, trying to take the sting out of her confession. “I’m
glad you did because it really opened my eyes.” She smiled at him. “You made me
cry, Jonas.”

“Oh god,” he growled. “I’m so sorry.”

She just laughed. “No guy has ever made me cry before.”

“Not exactly making me feel good here.”

“Don’t you see? They couldn’t make me cry because they
didn’t mean anything to me. But you made me cry. You made me cry because you
mean everything to me. It broke my heart when you sent me away. And when I saw
you walk in with that woman—”

“She was a mistake,” he vowed, interrupting her. “An
incessantly chatty, couldn’t-wait-for-dinner-to-be-over mistake.”

“Good.” She grinned.

“You love me?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, I really do,” she said. “I—”

“Shhhh,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and
pulling her closer. He hugged her tight, rubbing his hands up and down her
spine.

“So how badly do you want to go on that motorcycle ride
today?” he asked.

She laughed. “I’ve really been looking forward to it since
you mentioned it, Jonas.”

He sighed, releasing her and standing up. Her eyes
immediately dropped to his crotch and the now-hidden cock that she’d just satisfied
so well.

“No more of that,” he said, undoing the zipper just long
enough to adjust himself before fastening his jeans closed. He walked over and
scooped up his shirt from the floor and pulled it on. “We’re more than sex,
Jacey.”

“Yeah.” She nodded and stood up, walked over to him. Sex was
easy for her. They both knew that. After all she’d shared with him over the
years he probably knew her better than she did. Every relationship she’d tried
had been based on sex, and they’d all faded quickly. He wanted more than that
from her and she wanted to give him more. She wanted to give him everything.

“So you want that motorcycle ride then?” she whispered.

“I think it’d be a good idea to get out for a bit. And I’d
like to take you out.”

“Think you can handle me rubbing against your back while we
ride?” she asked, kissing him on the jaw.

“Just keep your hands above the waist, Jacey,” he told her.

She stroked her hands up his sides, over his chest, across
her shoulders and up his neck. “Promise,” she whispered.

“Fuck,” he moaned, making her laugh.

It didn’t matter where she touched him, she’d still turn him
on. And they both knew it.

Chapter Nine

The cookout had been a last-minute idea but her friends had
rallied and shown up. Jonas had asked if she wanted to pick up some steaks to
grill and she’d said how much she loved summer grilling with friends. They’d
just rolled with it and now their friends were here with more food and beer
than they could possibly consume.

“Look at them,” Jacey said, shaking her head and Dee and
Mischa glanced out the kitchen window that overlooked the backyard.

Jonas was at the grill with Jack while Clint sprawled at the
picnic table. Jack and Jonas were arguing over something, that much was
obvious. Clint was just laughing. But the three men were relaxed and got along
so well. It made the women watching them happy.

“You know, I’ve always loved Jonas a bit myself,” Mischa
said, going back to chopping veggies.

Jacey laughed. “You love him because if it hadn’t been for
him, you would have never met Clint.”

“I think I’d have met Clint eventually no matter what,”
Mischa said with a smile. “That man was definitely meant for me. But yeah, it
worked out better with him and Jonas rooming together in college. Or more
importantly, Jonas dragging him back here on some of those breaks from
college.”

“So did you give him any clues about your weekend away?” Dee
asked with a snicker as she sliced fruit.

“Nope,” Mischa replied with a huge grin on her face. “I
don’t want him to have any clue what’s planned.” She was quiet for a minute.
“I’ve been looking at some of the stuff I bought though, trying to get familiar
with how to use them. Have either of you ever used a butt plug?”

Jacey didn’t miss that fact that Mischa was looking at her
when she asked or that Dee immediately looked her way too.

“I can honestly say that I’ve never used one,” she admitted.

“But you’ve had anal sex,” Dee blurted.

Jacey thought of Jonas and how amazing he was. “Yeah, I
have.”

“And you say that like a woman who really, really enjoyed
it,” Dee added.

“I did. I do.” Jacey glanced back out toward Jonas.

“You two?” Dee asked. “Already?”

“Oh yeah.” Jacey sighed.

“Good for you.” Mischa laughed. “Did he rock your world?”

“My feet still aren’t too steady on the ground,” Jacey
admitted.

“I knew that man would be good for you,” Mischa said.

“He really is,” Jacey replied. “He’s the most amazing guy.
He treats me like I’ve never been treated before. Like I’m special, important.”

“Well, you are,” Dee added.

“’Bout time you gave that man a chance to show you how it
should be,” Mischa stated.

“I told him I love him today,” Jacey confessed.

Dee stopped and got a little teary eyed. She pulled Jacey in
for a hard hug. “Oh, Jacey, I’m so happy for you.”

“I’m glad you finally realized that you love him,” Mischa
said with a snort. “I was worried that we might have to hit you over the head
with something to wake you the hell up. But then Clint had a better idea.”

“What?” Jacey asked.

“He decided to ask a friend from work to push Jonas into
going out on a date,” Mischa told them. “A certain redhead who I believe you
saw briefly.”

“Clint set that up?” Jacey asked, in full glare mode.

“Ohh, he’s good,” Dee said with awe.

“I told you that man was meant for me,” Mischa said. “And
yes, when I told him how aggravated it made me that you just refused to see
what was right in front of your eyes, he said that we needed to change the view
then. So he asked Bronte, that’s her name, if she would go out with Jonas. He
did tell her that she had to make sure Jonas was miserable the whole time,
though.”

“He said she wouldn’t stop talking,” Jacey admitted with a
laugh.

Mischa laughed. “She’s really a great girl, Jacey. And I
think you owe her for this.”

“We’ll have to invite her to the next girls’ night,” Jacey
said with a sigh. “I guess I do owe her. Where’s she from? I don’t think I’ve
ever met anyone with a name like Bronte.”

“East coast,” Mischa answered. “Just moved here a few months
ago. Clint felt sorry for her because she’s so quiet at work and didn’t seem to
know anyone. So we’ve had her over a few times. I’ve met her for lunch. She’s
nice, quiet, but nice. Her parents are writers and her mother was, or is
obsessed with all the Brontë sisters and their work. Thus the name.”

“Think she can handle our language and subject matter on a
GNO?” Jacey asked.

“Yeah,” Mischa said with a laugh. “More importantly, I think
she needs to.”

“Why didn’t you mention her to us before?” Dee asked.

“Because I was checking her out,” Mischa replied. “Ours is
an exclusive group, ladies.”

“Amen,” Dee agreed.

“I’ll drink to that,” Jacey said and finally hit the button
on the blender for their first batch of margaritas.

As soon as it stopped, Mischa continued. “Then Clint had the
idea of waking Jacey up. So I waited.”

“That man of yours is so devious,” Jacey said. “I might have
to try to drown him in the pool today.”

Mischa laughed. “Or give him a big ole smooch for being the
one to give you that push.”

“Yeah,” Jacey agreed with a laugh. “I might just have to do
that instead.”

They took long sips of their drinks and moaned with
pleasure.

“Nothing better than sun, fun, food and a clear blue pool to
kick off the summer,” Mischa said.

“Yeah, this cookout was a great idea,” Jacey said. “Good
thing none of you already had plans.”

“We would have changed them if we did,” Dee responded with a
shrug.

“Looks like the guys need another round of beers,” Jacey
said. “I’ll just run them out and give that man of yours a big smooch.”

Mischa laughed. “Go for it! Warm him up for me.”

Dee laughed, reaching for the fruit-and-cheese tray to take
out to the table, her drink in the other hand. Mischa grabbed the veggies.
Chips and salsa were already on the table.

“Here’s one for you,” Jacey said, handing a cold beer off to
her brother and giving him a smooch on the cheek.

“Ahhh, just what I wanted,” he sighed, taking a long pull.

“I thought I was what you wanted,” Dee said and Jack turned
to take the tray from her and set it down before pulling her close for a
scorching kiss.

“Every day in every way,” he murmured.

“One for you.” Jacey laughed and handed a beer to Jonas
before moving on to Clint.

“And one for you,” she said with a grin. Reaching up, she
took his face in her hands and placed a loud kiss full on his mouth before
hugging him close. “Thanks, Clint,” she whispered for his ears alone.

“You’re welcome, little sister,” he murmured, softly hugging
her back.

“So how come I’m the only one who didn’t get a kiss?” Jonas
asked as she stepped away from Clint.

“It’s because my man is so sexy, he makes the rest of you
pale in comparison,” Mischa said as she dropped her tray onto the table.

“Only for you, baby,” Clint told her, coming up to wrap his
arms around her and pull her back against his chest. He nuzzled her neck and
shoulder until she turned her head up for his kiss.

Jacey walked back to Jonas. She took his beer from him and
set it down before stepping into him and running her arms up his sides to his
shoulders. “Maybe I just wanted to save the best for last,” she said.

Wasn’t that just what she’d done? Sure, there had been plenty
of men before Jonas, but looking into his eyes, she knew that there would never
be another like Jonas. He was the best in so many ways. And she hoped, prayed,
that he would be her last.

She leaned up and kissed him softly on the mouth, gradually
letting him turn the kiss into something deeper. When she pulled back, the
words just tumbled out. “I love you, Jonas.”

He grinned and hugged her tighter. “I love you too, Jacey.”

“So who’s ready for the pool?” Mischa asked and pulled off
her cover-up, tossing it aside.

“I definitely need a cool dip with you in that, honey,”
Clint said.

“Man, I’m going to look so pale next you,” Dee sighed as she
removed her cover-up too. “You make me want to tan.”

Mischa laughed. “All the tanning in the world won’t give you
my gorgeous skin tone, baby.”

“I like you just the way you are,” Jack told Dee just before
he pushed her into the pool.

She came up sputtering. “I’m going to kill you slowly,
Jack,” she swore, shaking her soaked hair out of her face.

“I’ll help,” Mischa said and gave him a shove in after his
girlfriend.

They were all laughing when he surfaced and wrapped his arms
around Dee.

“You going to let your wife push me around like that?” he
asked Clint with a grin.

“You know, everything changes when you get married,” Clint
said with a sigh.

“And I know you mean that in an ‘Oh, my god, I’m the
luckiest man alive’ kinda way,” Mischa said with her hands on her hips.

Clint gave an exaggerated sigh and scooped her up in his
arms. Mischa squealed and wiggled but he held her firm.

“When you’re married, you jump in together,” he said and
plunged feet first into the deep end.

They both came up laughing and Mischa wrapped around her
husband. “Togetherness is important.”

Jonas opened the grill and flipped the steaks, moved the tin-foil
potatoes around a bit. When he shut the lid again, Jacey was there waiting.
She’d tossed her cover-up aside and now had on her little red bikini. He
automatically reached out and put his arm around her, pulling her into his
side.

“I’m glad we decided to cook out,” she said.

“Me too,” he told her.

“I wonder how long everyone will stay,” she said as she
leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Why?” he asked. “You have something going on later?”

“Well, I told you that we went to the toy store, right?”

“Yeah, I seem to recall you mentioning that.”

“I picked up a little something while I was there, something
that I think you might enjoy trying out with me.”

“What’s that?” he cleared his throat and asked.

“I picked up this set of beads. I think they’re packaged as
anal love beads.”

“Oh fuck, Jacey,” he groaned.

“Oh, I’m hoping we get to that later,” she whispered, going
up on her toes to nip his earlobe.

“Whose idea was this cookout anyways?” he muttered.

She laughed. “I guess I shouldn’t tell you about the hot little
red-and-black number I brought to wear for you tonight then, huh?”

“Unless you don’t mind our friends seeing just how happy I
am right now, you might want to hold those thoughts for later.”

“Hey, you two,” Dee yelled. “Come in and play for a bit.”

“Yeah, Jonas,” Jacey teased. “Come in and play for a bit.”

Jonas groaned. “Damn, woman, you’re going to kill me.”

Jacey laughed and reached up to take his glasses off and lay
them aside. Then, grabbing his hand, she pulled him toward the side of the
pool. “We can at least get wet before you have to check the grill again.
Besides, I have a feeling you might need to cool off.”

“Vixen,” he murmured and pulled her to stand in front of
him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close against his chest.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m ready.”

With his arms around her she was ready for anything.
Together they stepped off the edge. They came up smiling and Jacey turned
around to wrap her arms and legs around her man.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” she confessed.

“Me either. And this is only the beginning, Jacey,” he
promised. “It’ll only get better from here.”

“Better,” she sighed. Everything was better now that Jonas
was so much more than a friend.