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  “Are you going to come out?”

  “I have no bra on,” I said instead.

  The door swung open, and Mia looked jaw droppingly stunning. Her deep green playsuit set off her beautiful auburn hair, while her legs were slim and elongated in the nude high heels she wore.

  “Whoa, mama.” I whistled. “You look amazing.”

  Mia grinned as she looked me over. “Well, baby, you went and grew up on me,” she said playfully as she crossed the room to stand beside me. We stood side by side, and I swallowed as I looked at us both. We looked hot.

  “Your boobs look amazing.”

  “They’re doing okay,” I agreed. “I shall be standing beside the AC all night so I don’t get boob sweat patches or sweat running down my back!”

  “And the moment is officially ruined.” Mia laughed as she nudged me with her shoulder. “I have the drinks ready.”

  The beauty of dress shorts? Deep pockets. Slipping my wallet into one and my phone and key in the other, I dropped my nude lip gloss into Mia’s tiny purse.

  “Do you think you’ll be home tonight?” I asked her as we tidied up the glass pitcher and the glasses.

  “If I’m lucky? No.” Mia winked at me, and I laughed at her openness. “And if you’re lucky, there are condoms in the bathroom cabinet, remember.”

  “I think I’ll be okay,” I said as I stared at my boots.

  “Looking like you do tonight, you’ll be more than okay.”

  We walked slowly to the house party, Mia’s heels slowing us down. The sun had set, and the night air was slightly cooler. It was a beautiful night for a stroll.

  When we arrived, we both got appreciative looks from the guys at the door. It wasn’t usual for the house parties to have official guys standing guard, but this was the active football team’s house, plus they had won today and this was a big party. All the furniture was pushed to one side of the room, leaving a large open space for the festivity.

  “You definitely drinking water?” Mia asked me over the music as we headed to the kitchen.

  “Absolutely.” I nodded as I looked around, already conscious of my backless top.

  “Don’t sweat it,” Mia told me with a firm look. “You look hot.”

  We weaved through the crowd, and I spotted Wade and Bea. They waved, and after we both received compliments about our appearances, I felt myself start to relax.

  We’d been at the party for over an hour when the cheers and hollering started, and I knew that the football players who mattered had arrived. I saw them greet a few people, and they were running up the stairs. That was odd. I turned to question it, but I was with couples.

  Alex had found Mia not long after we arrived, and they were giggling together in a corner. Wade was currently wrapped around Bea, and Shane had given me a wave from the other side of the room when we came in. He stood with Sticks and a couple of girls I didn’t know, and I didn’t have to be a genius to know he had ventured elsewhere. I didn’t have any bad feelings that he seemed to have moved on. So it wasn’t really my fault my eyes turned to see them come down the stairs.

  I saw Ash first as he came into the huge space. He was wearing his jersey and black jeans. The black uniform top, with only a silver stripe on the arms and the Saints logo on the chest, looked good on him. Gray was already talking to a girl, I noticed, and as I saw the other players, I felt slight disappointment that Jett wasn’t there.

  Until he was. He came down last. My heart plummeted when I saw a brunette waiting at the foot of the stairs, ready to latch onto him, and I saw him laugh at something someone said to him.

  His hair was messy, he was wearing a sleeveless Saints practice top, and he was also in black jeans. I noted a few scrapes on his arm that was free of tattoos from the knocks he had taken in practice. The Saints logo on his jersey made me look quickly to Gray. I hadn’t noticed it before, but Gray was also in a black uniform top, moulded to his body, and I searched the other players. Only five or six more were wearing their football tops.

  I turned to get Mia’s attention, but she was now kissing Alex, and I didn’t know how to interrupt her.

  “What is it?” Bea asked me curiously.

  “It’s mayhem.”

  Wade’s head snapped up from his girlfriend’s neck, and he took in the scene. “Shit, so it is.”

  Turning my attention back across the room, I realised Jett had noticed me. I saw his eyes run down me slowly before they trailed leisurely up and over my body. My whole body felt hot, and when he fixed on my chest, I really wished I had a bra on to hide the pebbling of my nipples. When he finally met my eyes again, there was a hunger in them that I couldn’t look away from.

  His grin was wicked when suddenly the lights went out and the music cut off.

  “Mayhem!” It was shouted all around us, and I flinched as people either shouted in glee or screamed in fright at the sudden change to the evening.

  I’d been to one party before where the Devils caused mayhem, and I’d learned from that night. They put the lights out, the music stopped, and the trick was not to run. If you ran, you were fair game to be chased.

  I waited in the dark, bodies jostled around me, and then I heard it. A sinister whisper all around us. “Run!”

  I wanted to screech and bolt, but I stood firm. Nervously I rubbed my hands over my shorts, and I reached out for Mia, but she was gone.

  “Mee?”

  She knew better than anyone not to run. She was in heels for fuck’s sake. “Mia?”

  I moved to where she had been and stretched my arms out, hoping to find her. Suddenly I was pulled back into a hard chest.

  “You running, Uptight?”

  “No.” I shook my head, and I stiffened when cool hands slipped into my top from behind, gliding over my skin to my front and curving upwards, brushing under my breasts.

  “I think you should run,” Jett whispered in my ear.

  “No,” I said as someone else bumped into me, and Jett tightened his hold on me, his fingers grazing over my nipple.

  “Yes.” He tightened his hold on me as his fingers played with my breast. “Or the lights are going to come on, and you’ll be bent over with my dick filling you for everyone to see.”

  It was wrong that my body clenched at the thought, but his low chuckle in my ear had my heart racing.

  A hard slap to my ass caused me to jump, and panic seized my body, causing me to be reckless.

  I ran.

  I moved blindly through the house, bumping into people, crying out when hands grabbed at me, and when I lost my balance at the foot of the stairs, I made the decision, and then I was running up them. I knew the way after all. He wouldn’t expect me to be bold, he wouldn’t expect me to run upwards.

  At the top of the stairs, I hesitated. I didn’t know which room was his. Hands grabbed me, and I screamed as I was turned deftly and pressed against the wall. His lips covered mine, and tentatively I reached for him, my hands searching and checking it was Jett kissing me.

  “It’s me,” he confirmed before his lips covered mine again, and this time, I parted my lips for him. Jett crouched as his hands slipped under my ass, and he lifted me, my legs wrapping around him as he carried me, his lips never leaving mine.

  A door opened, and then he moved through it, closing it behind him. I heard a click, and then there were screams of surprise, laughter and outrage from downstairs as the lights were back on. It wasn’t unheard of for some girls and guys to be kissing when the lights went on. The point of mayhem was to cause as much disruption as possible, and it was common to find your girlfriend or boyfriend kissing someone else. It was also common for mayhem to cause mayhem, and fights usually broke out.

  Jett pulled back and looked down at me as his hands squeezed my ass before letting me go, and I slowly slid down his body to stand in front of him.

  “Turn around.”

  Swallowing, I did as he asked.

  “That top can never be worn again,” he muttered as his hands once again
slid inside, and he pulled me into him. His head dipped, and his lips were on my neck, and I moaned softly in appreciation as he started to rub his hands over my breasts.

  I could feel his hard length press against my ass, but I couldn’t think as his mouth moved over my neck, and his fingers plucked my hard nipples between his fingers.

  “Recognise the room?”

  Opening my eyes, I looked around. “Maybe?” I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t Ash’s room, but I couldn’t tell if it was the room from the other day.

  “Not even the bed?” His voice was husky as his hands worked on the buttons of my top.

  The bed I recognised from my dreams. “I remember the bed,” I said, feeling shy.

  “Good, because I’m about to fuck you in it.”

  His crudeness didn’t upset me. As he undid the last button, my top fell away from my body, and he turned me to face him before his head lowered and his tongue and mouth were licking and sucking on my breasts.

  Quick hands made short work of my shorts, and within minutes of entering his room, I was in ankle boots and a black lacy G-string. Jett ran a hand over his mouth as he took me in.

  “Boots off and get on the bed.”

  Silently, I did as he said. Kicking my boots off, I turned and crawled onto the bed. The dark grey sheets felt crisp under my skin.

  I heard his hiss of appreciation as he took in the G-string, and a calloused palm ran over the globe of my ass.

  “On your knees.”

  Frowning, I raised myself onto my knees. With one hand, Jett pulled his top off over his head. I don’t know why that made me pant with need, but it was so indescribably sexy I wanted to pounce on him. I drank in his abs and broad shoulders as he kicked his sneakers off and started to unbutton his jeans where the hard V was leading to his happy trail.

  Pushing his jeans down, he stood in his boxer briefs, and my eyes were on his body. Jett kneeled on the bed and looked at me as he rubbed himself, my eyes greedy to see past the final barrier of his boxer briefs.

  “Suck.”

  I went to move, to lie down, and his hand caught in my hair. “Stay on your knees, like you did last time.”

  “I don’t remember,” I whispered, my throat so dry my voice was raspy.

  “I do.” He pushed on my shoulders. “I see it every time I close my eyes. You on your knees, crouched over my dick, sucking me down that perfect throat.” His hand dipped into his boxers, and he pulled himself out. “Show me.”

  Tentatively I leaned forward. It was awkward in this position, but my tongue came out, and I flicked it over his head. He tasted fresh, and with a moan of approval, I tasted him again. Jett was silent as I opened wider and took more of him in. I didn’t remember doing this the first time, and I was so high from my own orgasm last time we were together I only had a dim recollection of what I’d done that night too.

  Tonight, I was sober and eager. I was learning what he liked as I tasted him, my hand and my tongue working him in and out of my mouth to the sounds of his pleasure.

  “Take it all,” he told me as he pressed forward. I fought the gag reflex, and then I felt him in my throat. His hiss of pleasure made me double my efforts.

  Managing to move him in and out, I caressed the underside of his dick with my tongue each time before I deepthroated him.

  “Fuck, you’re too good at this.” Hands tightened in my hair, causing me to lose my balance a little, but Jett held me up. “Look at me.”

  It was slightly impossible at this difficult angle, but I tried. It was enough for Jett, who looked almost feverish with need.

  “Swallow it all,” he commanded as he started to fuck my throat. His hand grabbed around my throat as his hips moved faster. Had we really done this the first time? As he pushed further and further down my throat, I felt the panic. I couldn’t breathe. His hand was wrapped around my throat as he literally choked me on his dick.

  His guttural cry of release as he pulsed in my throat made me almost sag with relief. Backing off him, I straightened, not prepared for the look in his eye.

  “What is it?” I asked self-consciously.

  “Nothing.” He smiled, but his eyes remained hooded. “Lie down.”

  Confused at his tone, I did so.

  “Did I eat you out with you on your back? Or did you ride my face?”

  I sat up and saw him push his boxers down, kicking them off as he got back on the bed again. “There’s no way I didn’t tongue fuck you,” he said as he took the G-string off, tapping my thigh to let me know to raise my ass.

  “I don’t know,” I told him as he undressed the last remaining piece of my clothing with an almost clinical detachment. “Why are you mad at me?” Sitting up, I grabbed a pillow and covered my nakedness. “You seem pissed off.”

  Jett pushed me back down on the bed, taking the pillow off me. His hand dipped between my legs, finding me soaked for him as his fingers slid through me slowly. “I want to do what we did the first time.”

  “I don’t know what that was,” I told him quietly. “Can’t we just do what feels right now?”

  He’d been staring at my pussy as he moved his fingers through my folds, but when I spoke, he looked up at me, and I saw his eyes soften. Moving up, he caught my lips in a soul-searching kiss. His tongue stroked mine, and his hands tangled in my hair as he moved over me, nestling in between my thighs. My legs curled up around him, and I felt him move his body over mine, his dick sliding through my wetness, and my body arched with need. The need to have him fill me was overwhelming.

  “Not yet,” he whispered against my mouth. “I need to taste you first.”

  Moving back down my body, his hands softly pushed my thighs wider apart, and then his tongue was there, lapping at the mess between my legs, licking me and sucking me as his fingers slid inside me.

  “Jett,” I gasped as he stroked over my clit. “That’s so good,” I moaned as he covered my pussy with his mouth. His tongue was running hungrily over me, and I felt him push it inside me before it flicked in and out of me, causing me to moan louder as my body tightened in response. I was going to explode, I knew it and so did Jett. He murmured his approval at my reaction, and the soft vibrations of his mouth pushed me over unexpectedly. My hands clutched his hair as my lower body raised itself to his mouth, and I rode out my orgasm on his tongue as I screamed his name.

  Dimly I heard the foil wrapper, and then he was pushing into me, my body not quite willing to stretch to accommodate his size.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered as he pushed again. “I know you’re no virgin.” He gave me a grin, and whatever he saw on my face caused his eyes to widen in horror as realisation dawned on him. “Ava, no.”

  Gritting my teeth, I pressed the heels of my feet into his ass, and I pushed him in. My cry of discomfort was quiet, but it felt like it echoed in the quiet of the room. Jett was frozen above me as his eyes roamed over my face.

  “That’s why you took the sheet?” he asked me as his hands braced on either side of me. I nodded once. “I took your virginity?” he asked me incredulously.

  Did he know he needed to move? My body had stretched to fit him, and now I needed friction that only he could give me. “You have to move,” I told him hoarsely. Jett hurriedly tried to pull out, and my feet stopped him once again. “No, I mean move.” My hips bucked under him, and my pussy clenched around him. I heard his low growl.

  “Ava, don’t,” he whispered as his head dropped to my shoulder. “You’re fucking killing me.”

  “I’ll kill you if you don’t move your ass,” I whispered furiously at him, and I heard his low chuckle before his lips were moving over my shoulder, kissing and nibbling my neck. He licked the sensitive part of my neck before he bit gently, and my hips surged upwards again, causing him to groan as he slowly, so fucking slowly, started to roll his hips.

  My fingers dug into his shoulders, sculpted from years of training into the perfection that was Jett, as he slowly picked up speed. Hands hooked under my as
s, lifting me up to meet his slow thrusts, my body clenching around him as he hit something deep within me that caused my eyes to flutter closed.

  “Open. Keep your eyes on me,” Jett whispered gruffly.

  His slow thrusts morphed into deep long strokes, and my hips were eagerly meeting his, stroke for stroke. “Fucking hell, you’ve got me like a vise,” he mumbled against my mouth. “I need to fuck you.” His tongue swept into my mouth as his hips picked up speed. “I need to fuck you hard.”

  Sky blue eyes, clouded with lust, bore into mine as Jett moved over me, driving deep into me, and I felt my orgasm building as he moved faster. Jett growled, and suddenly I was on top of him, his hips pumping upwards in powerful thrusts as I rolled my hips over him in answer. His hands grabbed onto me as he pushed me over his body, and I could feel the tightness in my belly as he fucked me. My hands trailed down his chest as they gathered on his stomach, and I used him to raise my body over and over as I pushed down, again and again. I was losing control, and Jett was wild beneath me. I cried out his name as I reached the precipice, and I felt my pussy clench tightly around him.

  Jett surged upwards one more time before he let out a loud grunt, his body stiffening as I felt him jerk inside me, following me over the edge. My body slumped, and strong hands caught me, laying me over him. His kiss was soft and sweet against my lips before my head nestled into his shoulder, and I studied the arch of his throat as his head dropped back on his pillows.

  We lay in silence for a long moment, catching our breath, as I slowly became aware of the sounds of the party still happening downstairs. We’d need to separate eventually, but I selfishly wanted to relish the moment a little bit longer.

  Jett must have heard my thoughts. “You need to move,” he told me as his hands cupped my ass, and he lifted me off him. His hand caught the base of the condom before he was pulling it off, pinching the end.

  I watched as he knotted it with a practiced move before he was on his feet and walking to the bathroom. I heard the flush and then the running water as he washed his hands.