Twisted(44)

Everyone expected her to perform, as the pretty little doll who wasn’t supposed to cause a fuss or as the blue-haired freak who played through her pain. Either way, she had a script.

She’d always sucked at not blowing her lines.

“Jazz. Look at me.”

She struggled to focus on him. Why did Gray have four eyes? Four gorgeous gray eyes, but still, that was creepy as fuck.

“Jesus, baby, what are you on?” He drew her toward the nearest couch and pushed someone aside so he had room to sit. Then she was on his lap, and his thumb was on her lower lip, carefully stroking. “Tell me what you remember.”

She tipped her head toward his, accidentally banging their foreheads together. A giggle erupted at the flash of pain before she angled her nose lower, lining her lips up with his. He exhaled and for an instant, the fog in her brain cleared away. He’d blown through the cobwebs just by enfolding her in his strong arms and offering her his air when she couldn’t figure out how to inhale on her own anymore.

“I remember you,” she murmured before everything went black.





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Now



Gray lifted his hands to her face, spanning her cheeks with his fingers. She could’ve been made of glass, he took so much care in tilting her closer. He brushed his lips over her mouth, tasting smoke and toothpaste. A lick of his tongue against the seam and her lips fell open, her breath escaping on a moan. His hands trembled as he drove them into her hair, driving her backward into the hot tub. She let out a startled squeak.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, rubbing her back where she’d made contact with the frame.

Then they were kissing again, and he couldn’t focus on all the textures of her. Warm lips, slick tongue, rising and falling breasts. He cupped one in each hand, feathering his thumbs over the puckered tips, and lifted his thigh to force hers open. He hoped she was as ready for this as he was, because damn them both, he doubted he could wait.

He’d been waiting for eight years.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Oh, that feels good.”

“It better because I can’t spare a hand right now.” He caught her laughter in his mouth and swallowed it down, desperate to get drunk on all the sounds she could make. It might take a lifetime to tease all of them out of her.

“I can.” Lightly, she dragged her nails down his stomach before undoing his zipper. He groaned as she curled around him, groaned again as she tightened her grip. “This time you’re not coming on my back,” she said fiercely, pulling his lower lip between her teeth while her hand shuttled up and down his length.

Some part of him was shocked his pretty, perfect, innocent Jazz could be saying such things. Another part reveled in the dirty light in her eyes. He palmed her cheek, angling her head back so he could lick a pathway along her jaw to her ear. Hoops and dangles crowded the lobe, jangling together as he sucked the pliant flesh into his mouth. “Where do you want me to come?”

“Anywhere.” She fumbled her small hand farther into his jeans and squeezed the base of his cock, making him hiss. “Everywhere.”

“Jesus.” Reluctantly, he let go of her breasts and bent to grab her dress. “Let’s go inside before Nick comes back and sees you.”

“He’s seen it all before.” He sent her a dark look over his shoulder and she flushed, clearly realizing what she’d just said. “Uh, I mean—so would this be a bad time to tell you I dropped your joint and it rolled away?”

He laughed and pulled her close again. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am. So lucky,” she said, glancing up at him as if he’d just presented her with a bucketful of stars.

“Don’t try to sweet talk me now. I’m supposed to be annoyed, remember?”

Her eyes twinkled up at him. “You can’t be. Just like I can’t be mad at you. It’s our curse.”

“Uh-huh.” He dragged the sill higher and patted her very fine ass. The door was right there, but he couldn’t deny he wanted a view of her from behind. “In you go.”

“I thought that was your line. I mean, in you go in me. Oh shit. I’m high.” She giggled and climbed in the window.

Gray smiled and shook his head. He couldn’t even be annoyed at himself right now for letting her have some of the joint because she seemed so loose and relaxed. How could he ever wish that away?

He’d no sooner climbed inside and tossed her dress on a chair than she threw her booted foot up on the bed and yanked down the tiny side zipper. A dozen foil packets tumbled out.

“Wow.” He cleared his throat. “Looks like you have plans for me.”