Waiting for Him (Waiting Series Book 3) (19 page)

      When the color’s been rinsed out and it’s my turn for a cut, I close my eyes and try not to think about how horribly this could go. I came here with hair down to my waist and hopefully it won’t be too short when I’m done. I’ve never had hair above my shoulders and I don’t think I’d like to. Louis’ hands are flying around my head so fast with the scissors that I can actually feel the wind from them. It’s like Edward Scissorhands is giving me a haircut.
Holy shit, I’m going to lose an ear before he’s through.
The cut itself takes only about five minutes. I don’t know if I should feel relief that my ears are still intact or worried because that was the fastest haircut I’ve ever had. I still haven’t opened my eyes when he starts blowing it out. He’s using a round brush and my head is bobbing all over the place like a rag doll as he yanks it here and there. My hair is so thick it takes him a long time to finish drying it. When he’s done, he moves it around with his hands and then sprays some hairspray on it.

      “Okay doll face, are you ready to see the sexy new you?” I bite my lip and make a cringing face as I open my eyes.

      “Oh my God!” I shriek. “I love it. You’re awesome!” I jump up out of my seat and hug Louis, covering him with hair in the process. When I turn to the mirror once again, I can’t believe the person I see staring back at me. My hair is still long, the ends resting right around the bottom of my bra, but there are tons of layers in it now. The curl is more noticeable, but my hair looks like a freaking rock star.
I have rock star hair.
He added highlights in a platinum blonde and they’re plentiful. The overall effect makes my hair look so much lighter than my normal golden blonde.

      Our day of beauty took so long we decide to save clothes shopping for another weekend. Max is hanging out at my apartment with me and helping me to pick out an outfit for tonight. We’re sharing a bottle of red wine that my father gave me when Liam and I stayed with him during the summer. I’m sure it probably cost more than what I spent on my hair today because my dad only buys the best of the best. I was saving it for a special occasion, but what’s more special than hanging out with a great friend?

      There are four outfits laid out on my bed and Max makes me try them all on and model them for him. If that’s not enough, he makes me strut down the hallway like a model on the catwalk. He’s demonstrated the appropriate walk for me like five times, but I can’t seem to get it down. Although after the last glass of wine, he seemed to think it had greatly improved. 

      I gave in and let Max have the final say over what I should wear tonight. He chose to dress me in all black except for the red stilettos on my feet. I have to admit these black skinny jeans hug my body and make me look like I have a booty. The tight fitting black, v-neck sweater shows off my cleavage and the dark color looks great against my lighter colored hair.

      I slick on some red, shimmery lip gloss and take a final look at myself in the mirror. I feel pretty tonight and it’s been a long time since I felt this good about myself. I grit my teeth to stop the rush of emotion I’m feeling. Tears will ruin my fabulous eye makeup and I can’t have that.

      When we walk into J.J.’s we’re met with a mad crush of bodies. We can’t even get more than five feet in the door.
What the hell?
Max turns to me with fear in his eyes. He doesn’t like big crowds and I know what I have to do. I grab his hand and tug him along behind me as I push my way through the throngs of people. Once we get through the initial crowd, some space opens up and we can make it to the bar without any problems. I glance over at Max, and he looks a little pale, but not too much worse for the wear.

      Angie’s working tonight so she immediately pours a couple of tequila shots and as she sets them down on the bar in front of me, I hand one to Max. He picks it up and pauses for a moment.

      “Here’s to your night ending with you getting some big d with only your red stiletto’s still on.” I give Max the “really,” look. Seriously? My night is going to end like all the others lately...me alone in my bed with my battery operated boyfriend and a steamy book. We knock back the shots and as I flag Angie down for some more, Hailey walks over.

      “Hey!” I say when I see her and throw my arms around her.

      “Wow, you look gorgeous. I love how your hair came out. You look like a freaking rock star.” Hailey says, and I laugh.

      “Thanks. I love it so much. It’s a much-needed change. Now if I could only get the inside of me to change as easily.” Hailey puts her arm around my shoulders and gives me a squeeze.

      “You’re getting there, Shelb. Small steps are still steps, progress is progress.” I snort out loud.

      “You sound like some cheesy motivational speaker.”

      After a couple more rounds of shots, I’m feeling even better about myself than I was before.
I’m awesome. I’m a rock star badass chick.

      “Let’s dance.” I grab Max and Hailey’s hands and pull them onto the dance floor with me. For the first time in what seems like forever, I’m letting myself go and it feels amazing.
Squee.
I don’t ever want to leave this dance floor. I want this sense of freedom to stay with me always. At this moment, I feel like me again. The old me...the not jaded me...the never been hurt me...the not afraid to take a chance me. The feeling of elation that this invokes is beyond words, it’s like coming home after an eternity away. It makes me yearn to be bold...to do something I normally wouldn’t do...to take a chance.

      I continue to dance with my eyes closed and my head thrown back when I feel the heat of a male body pressed against my back. Large hands close around my hips and help manipulate my body against his. As I rest my head against the hard chest behind me, I catch the scent of cologne I know all too well.
Jake.
I breathe in deeply trying to catch another whiff while I think about how I’m going to handle him being here.
Why do I have to handle it all? Why can’t I just let whatever happens tonight happen and not plan it all out? Don’t I deserve one night to enjoy myself and not think about all of my baggage? This is the freest I’ve felt in years and I’m not ready for it to end yet.
It’s that final thought that spurs me to turn around and slide my arms around his neck, all the while keeping my body pressed to his. He opens his mouth to speak and I place my fingers over his lips. I’m afraid if he speaks he’ll shatter the illusion I have in place tonight, the one where I’m a badass who takes what she wants...no worries...no regrets.

      We continue to dance, our bodies teasing and taunting each other with subtle touches and gripping fingers that bring to mind visions of being taken hard and fast. Being close to him like this is wreaking havoc on my senses and all I want at this point is to get him alone and strip him naked. I want sex that leaves me throbbing for days and I know that Jake can deliver. I pull his head down toward mine and rise up on my toes as our lips finally crash together, like waves meeting the rocky shoreline. Our kiss is both rough and beautiful at the same time, just like the unpredictable sea.

***

      The ride to Jake’s place passes in a blur. I did have the presence of mind to text Max and Hailey and tell them I was leaving. I didn’t mention the particulars, but I have a feeling they can figure it out. The thumbs up that Hailey gave me while Jake and I were dancing tells me she’s fine with it.

      We don’t even make it inside his apartment before we’re kissing. He has me pressed up against his door as he ruthlessly assaults my mouth with his. I’ve never been kissed so hungrily and aggressively. His lips are pushing into mine as our tongues tangle. It’s as if he can’t get close enough and I’m not sure he can. I want to crawl inside him and become part of his DNA, the hunger I have for him is out of control. I tear my lips from his, gasping for breath. I grip the front of his shirt with both hands and practically growl at him.

      “Goddamnit, open this fucking door so you can finally be inside me.”

     His key is instantly turning and I’m suddenly thrust through the doorway backward. I grab onto his neck, holding on as he lifts me up and closes the door. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull his wet lips back to mine as he crashes me back into the wall.
Fuck yeah.
Our hips are grinding together as our tongues match their rhythm and only stop as he removes my sweater. I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor as he pulls the black henley he’s wearing, over his head. We left our jackets in his car and at this moment I’m thankful for one less article of clothing to remove. His head drops down as he swallows my nipple with his mouth. I can feel his tongue circling around it before he sucks hard. He repeats this on my other breast while my hands painfully grip his hair. I don’t even recognize the sounds that are coming out of my mouth right now. I’ve never felt this urgency for someone before. If I don’t get his cock inside me soon, I feel as though I’ll explode.

      “Jake fuck me now.” I tug on his hair and order him through clenched teeth. He spins me around and walks with me still wrapped around him until we’re standing behind his couch. He pushes my legs to the floor and undoes the button and zipper on my pants. I shimmy both my jeans and panties down my legs, but I have to remove my heels to get them off. I hear Jake gasp and I look up at him.

      “Put those fucking shoes back on.” He orders with a feral gleam in his eye.
Oh boy.
I slide my feet back in my red stilettos before settling on my knees in front of him. I run my hands from his knees up both thighs and find the button on his pants already undone. My tongue passes over my bottom lip as I think about what I’m about to do. I slowly unzip his pants and stare up at him. His hands are clenched in his hair and his breathing is labored as he waits for me to touch him. I push his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and hold them as he steps out of them. My eyes raise, taking him in, inch by inch, as they move from his feet all the way up to his tempting cock which just happens to be right in front of my face. I grip his hips and pull him to me as I lick from the bottom of his length all the way to his glistening tip. He groans and grips my head with both of his hands. I teasingly circle the head of his cock with my tongue before swiping over the very tip to taste him for the first time.

“Mmm,” I hum before I wrap my mouth around him and take him in as far as I can. As I slide my mouth up and down his phenomenal cock, his breaths are ragged between groans. He doesn’t last long before he’s pulling me up and bending me over the back of the couch. He slaps my ass as he pushes me down and then slaps it again. The noise it makes is louder than I expected and the sting from it unexpectedly turns me on.

      “Fuck yeah, you like it when I slap that ass, don’t you? I’m going to take this pussy harder than you’ve ever been taken. I’m gonna hurt you so good and then do it over and over again until you beg me to stop.” His cock’s between my legs, sliding back and forth through the wetness of my arousal. He moves up to tease my clit with the head of it, before sliding back to my entrance. My teeth are literally gnashing together in my desperation and just when I think I might die without him, he thrusts his entire length inside me. I cry out from the flash of pain as he groans in pleasure. He begins moving his hips slowly, circling and thrusting and one of his hands slides over my hip until his fingers are circling my clit.
Oh, Jesus.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. The sensation of him inside me and his fingers teasing me at the same time is too much for me to take and I can’t stop the orgasm that rushes through me. He groans as my release makes me pulse around him and then he begins to fuck me senseless. Here’s the rough, hair tugging sex I expected from him. He’s pounding my pussy relentlessly with his cock and holding me face down with one of his hands. His other hand grips my inner thigh and pulls my leg back to wrap around his hip. I’ve never done it in this position before and it’s fucking amazing. It feels as though his cock is reaching parts of me that no one else ever has. I can hear the sound of our bodies slapping against each other as he pulls me back onto him at the same time he thrusts forward.

      “Your pussy is so tight on my cock. Oh...Shell….oh….yes,” he says and then we both find our release together.

      It’s very possible I may have passed out from the overload of pleasure because I sure as hell don’t remember how I got to Jake’s bed. I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, but I know that’s where I currently am. His scent is all around me...and so is he. My nose is buried in his chest and our legs are tangled together. I love the sensation of his hairy legs sandwiching mine and his strong arms holding me close as I lay here thinking about tonight. I’m trying to remain calm and not freak out like the last time I woke up in his bed. I made the decision to have some fun last night and now in a few hours, I’ll have to face the harsh reality of the morning after. I guess it doesn’t have to be awkward. He and I have always wondered what it would be like to have sex with each other and now we know.
It’s fanfuckingtastic...it’s unfuckingbelievable.
Last night was the best sex of my life so far, I just hope it won’t be the best sex of my life.

      I wake up to the sound of a phone ringing and I hear Jake’s voice. My eyes snap open as the events of last night come flashing through my mind.
      “Yeah, she’s right here. Hold on a sec.” Jake tells whoever is on the phone. He holds his iPhone out and nods for me to take it.