Sweet Haven (The Sweet Series Book 2) (6 page)

“You want to know what my problem is, Sam?”

“Yes, I do. Maybe if you get it off your chest you can stop being such a dick!”

“Fine. I’ll tell you.” I make the mistake of stepping closer to her, her sweet smell overriding my common sense. “I don’t like fucking peaches, okay? I’ve never liked them. I don’t like the smell of them, and I don’t like the taste of them. Actually, I hate everything in the peach fucking family. So stop trying to get me to like fucking peaches!”

She stares at me like the lunatic I am, her sparkling green eyes wide and confused. “What the hell does this have to do with peaches?” Shaking her head, she holds up a hand. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t care. Know why?” She doesn’t wait for a response, her finger jamming into my chest. “Because I hate assholes—I hate everyone in the
asshole family
. So take that and shove it up your peach hatin’ ass.” She turns to walk away, causing that panic to infiltrate my chest.

“Fuck it.” Snagging her wrist, I jerk her against me and claim her mouth the same way I want her body. I swallow her gasp, her peach taste rushing through my system like the sweetest drug.

She’s stunned for only a second before her fingers spear into my hair, gripping the strands tight as her tongue duels with mine in a fevered pitch of give and take.

Growling, I lift her off her feet and pin her against my truck. “I lied,” I mumble against her lips. “I fucking love peaches. I love the smell of them and goddamn, I love the taste of them.”

“Jase,” my name falls from her lips on a needy whimper.

I slip my hands under her dress, meeting the bare round globes of her ass and thrust my aching cock against the apex of her thighs.

“Oh god, please!”

Her plea is my undoing. Holding her in place with my hips, I reach for the handle of my back door. The moment it opens I stumble inside, our mouths never severing as I manage to close the door in our tangled haste. Within seconds I have her on her back, my hips cradled between her parted legs.

“Take this off,” she breathes, reaching for my shirt, her hands as urgent as mine.

Forgetting where I am, I sit up and nail my head on the fucking roof. “Shit!”

“Oh, are you okay?” she asks, her voice breathless but there’s no denying the hint of amusement.

“I will be once my cock is buried inside of you.”

A laugh flees her but it trails into a heated moan when I shove my hand up her dress and cup her lace-covered pussy.

“Something funny, Sam?”

“Nope, nothing,” she pants. “There’s nothing funny about what’s happening right now.”

She’s got that right.

When she reaches for my shirt again, I lean over more, letting her be the one to pull it over my head. Her greedy hands roam over every inch of my exposed flesh. “God, Crawford, I hate admitting this, but you sure do have a great body.”

I chuckle at her honesty, knowing how much it probably kills her to say it. “Well, if it makes you feel better, baby, I have no problem telling you how fucking perfect yours is.”

“You’ve never even seen it,” she says, amused.

“Trust me, it’s hard not to notice.” I reach for the straps of her dress but the awkward angle we’re in makes it impossible. A growl of frustration works its way up my throat. “There isn’t enough fucking room in here for what I want to do to you.”

Curving an arm under her waist, I lift her so she’s straddling me, our mouths aligning again. She grinds down on me with a moan, begging for what I know will destroy us both, but I’m going to give it to her anyway and it’s going to be the best fucking thing I ever do in this lifetime.

I make quick work of her clothes, bunching her dress at her waist as I trail my lips down the slender column of her throat, nipping and sucking hard enough to brand her. I’m going to leave my mark on her because I sure as hell know she’s about to leave hers on me.

She already has.

When I reach the swells of her breasts, I pull back to get a look and groan at the sight of her firm perky tits covered in a motherfuckin’ peach bra.

I swear, this chick is going to be the death of me.

“You gotta tell me, baby. What the hell is it with you and the color peach?” I ask the question against her lips, once again locked in a heated kiss with her.

I can’t seem to stop. I fear I’ll never stop. She tastes too fucking good.

“I like coral,” she explains, breathing all that peachiness into me. “I don’t understand why it’s a problem for you.”

“It’s not,” I lie.

It is a problem. A big one that is constantly making my dick hard.

“Just stop talking, Crawford. You’re so much hotter when you don’t.”

A chuckle rumbles from my chest but quickly trails into a groan. “That sassy mouth of yours, baby, is going to get you into trouble one day.”

Whatever she’s about to say is cut off when I remove her bra and cup the soft weight of her tits, her supple flesh filling my large hands. She arches into my touch, a harsh whimper purging past her lips.

“Jesus, Sam, you’re fucking pretty,” I growl. Leaning in, I suck a hard pink bud into my mouth, my tongue lashing the fiery tip.

“Oh god!” She falls against the seat behind her, her back bowing further while slender fingers pull my hair. The sting only fuels the need pounding in my veins, shattering the last of my resolve.

Our hands move at the same time—mine shoving under her dress while hers move to my belt. I tear the silk straps of her thong then help her with my pants. The moment I thrust up she drives down, sheathing me into the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.

Without a fucking doubt, I know my life has just changed forever.

Fire races through my blood—searing me in places I never knew existed.

“God, Jase. Is this real?” she moans, obviously feeling the same thing I am.

“Yeah, baby. I don’t think it gets much more fucking real than this.”

I remain still, my eyes closing while I give her time to adjust. It takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to pound into her like an animal.

She’s the one who moves first, her hips rocking back and forth.

“That’s it. Ride me, baby. Show me how much you want it.” My hands cup her firm ass, encouraging every glide.

“It’s so good,” she moans, her pussy sucking me further into its hot depth.

“So fucking good,” I growl. “Tell me you’ve thought about this as much as I have. That you’ve thought about my cock filling this tight little pussy of yours.”

“Yes, more than I care to admit.”

Her truthful answer has me smirking. “When you thought about it, was I fucking you hard or slow?”

“Hard,” she pants breathlessly. “Hard and fast.”

I freeze, something dark and rich rising to the surface. “Is that what you want, Sam? For me to fuck you hard?”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip before she gives me a nod. “For one night I want to feel this. Let’s get it out of our systems now before it destroys us both.”

I have a feeling I’ll never get her out of my system, but I’m going to damn well try. For both of our sakes.

My lips move to the soft, warm surface of her shoulder, giving her one more act of tenderness before driving up into her. Unleashing all of the pent-up need I’ve had for her the past few weeks.

No, years.

For years I’ve imagined what it would be like to have her and it’s better than anything I’ve ever imagined.

Her screams of pleasure fill the confined space between us as she claws at my shoulders, her nails raking so deep I swear she’s drawing blood.

It only fuels me—challenges me.

I want her to scar me so every time I look in the mirror I’ll be reminded of this night—of her.

“Oh god, Jase,” she whimpers, her pussy fluttering around me with her impending orgasm. “I’m going to come.”

“Give it to me, baby. Let me feel it all over my cock.” Reaching between us, I slip my finger into her slick heat, finding the swollen bundle of nerves and it sends her flying.

I watch her shatter above me. Her hair a tangled mess around her face, her cheeks tinged pink and sexy peach colored lips parted in ecstasy.

She’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen and I make sure to commit it all to memory before allowing myself to follow after her. A groan shreds from my throat as I’m thrown into an abyss of fiery pleasure.

She falls against me, our sweat-dampened skin melding together as we try to catch our breaths. My hand buries into the back of her long blonde hair when she turns her face into the crook of my neck.

“What just happened?” she asks through labored breaths, sounding as confused as I feel.

My response is a kiss to her temple because I don’t have an answer for her. I have no words for what just happened. But I have a very strong feeling that I will be dreaming of fucking peaches for the rest of my life.

Sam

I
’m a traitor and a whore. I’m a traitorous whore who fucked her brother’s enemy in the back of his truck like a floozy. And I liked it.

No—I loved it!

Oh god. How did it happen? My head is still reeling from it. One minute I was charging after him, ready to give him a piece of my mind for being such a jerk, then the next instant we were ripping each other’s clothes off like sex-starved animals. He devoured me in a way I’ve only ever dreamed about. It’s something I will never forget as long as I live. What happened between us was more than anything I’ve ever experienced.

It makes no sense.

We were so caught up in the moment we didn’t even use a condom. I have never done that before. I’m too sensible for that but, with him, he completely overrides my common sense.

We spoke about it after, when reality began to sink in. Thankfully, I’m on the pill and he assured me he was clean, that they are tested regularly at the fire department. He also told me that he’s always used one before. I believe him, and I get a sick satisfaction knowing I got a part of him no one else ever has.

God, what is wrong with me?

I feel like I betrayed my brother, or my whole family for that matter, considering Jase doesn’t seem to like any of them. Including me. But he sure seemed to like me last night. The subtle ache between my thighs and the mark on my neck that I’m hiding with my hair is a beautiful reminder.

We had silently lain in his truck long after the fact, his arms holding me close while we both tried to come to grips with what we did. I expected him to want me to leave right after. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am, but it wasn’t like that at all. I think both of us would have stayed all night in that spot if we could have but we knew we couldn’t.

After he drove me home he left me with a kiss I’ll remember forever. It wasn’t like any of the kisses we had shared earlier in the evening. It was slow—soft—meaningful. It was the most beautiful kiss I’ve ever had.

It destroyed all other kisses up to this point and probably will shatter every other one to come.

Now here I am, twenty-four hours later, back at Overtime, seated at one of the small tables that are amongst tons of women. A paddle is in my hand, ready to bid for a good cause. But all I can think about is the man that ruined me for anyone else in one damn night.

I need to pull my head out of the Jase clouds it’s in and move on. It was one night. A night that he probably has already forgotten… Just the thought has lead settling in the pit of my stomach.

“So are you ready for this or what?” Zoey asks with an excited smile as she takes the seat across from me, having no idea of my inner turmoil.

“I’m ready,” I say, raising my paddle and also my gin and tonic, taking a hefty sip since I’m going to need it. A lot of it. I know why she’s excited though, this is a big night that could potentially raise a lot of money to help the Miracle Center her sister is in.

“I have a check for you from my father,” I tell her.

She gives me an appreciative yet sad smile. “He didn’t have to do that.”

“He wanted to. You know he would give far more if you would accept it.”

“Your family has already gone above and beyond for Chrissy and me. I’m indebted to them for life.”

I’m about to tell her she owes us nothing but I’ll just sound like a broken record. Instead, I reach over and take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Her eyes are suddenly drawn to something behind me and she groans. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“What?”

She lifts her chin for me to look. I turn in my seat, my blood heating at the sight of Stephanie.

Great!

I bet I know whom she plans to bid for…the thought has jealousy heating my blood.

She spots us right away, her nose lifting as she makes her way over to us. Or rather, toward me since her eyes are locked with mine.

“Samantha,” she says, in that snotty tone of hers.

“Stephanie,” I mock back.

“Decided to leave the playground?”

Zoey stands, ready to come to my defense, but I ward her off with a lift of my hand. “Actually, I did. I came to support a good cause.”

“And just who are you bidding for?” she asks. When I remain silent, refusing to play her game, she leans into my personal space, her eyes narrowing. “Let’s make one thing clear. Jase is mine, so back off.”

I tense, wondering why she’d think I’d be here for him.

“I’m not stupid,” she says, sensing my thoughts. “It’s obvious to everyone. Stay away from him.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her she can have him but it would be a lie. I might not be able to have him but I most certainly will not be giving him to her on a silver platter.

“I’ll bid on whoever I want,” I tell her. “Whether it be Jase or any of the other guys.”

“We’ll see about that.” She starts away but Zoey grabs her arm before she can make it far.

“Cause any problems, Stephanie, and not only will I have you thrown out but you will never be allowed back in here again. Tonight is important. Don’t ruin it.”

She rips her arm out of Zoey’s grasp, her chin jutting out. “I’m here to support a good cause like everyone else.”

Yeah right, the only cause she’ll be supporting is the one that requires her to get on her knees.