shit about wearing a Carolina sweatshirt, and he’s rubbing her nose into the fact that Pitt is down by three at the half. It’s easy ribbing that only comes if two people like each other, and I think Laney and Cage both made the quick decision that they do, in fact, like each other.
It’s a good thing because I trust Laney and her instincts.
“Either of you want a beer?” Cage asks, throwing a thumb over his shoulder at one of the vending carts serving drafts.
“I’ll take one,” Laney says.
“Me too,” I reply, then get a little wobbly when Cage bends and gives me a swift kiss before ambling off.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Laney squeals when he’s out of earshot, grabbing onto my upper arm. She squeezes hard and exclaims, “You were totally not being honest about how hot he is.”
“But he’s cool, right?” I ask, worrying at my lower lip and glancing across the crowd at him’. “I know you didn’t talk to him long, but you think he’s cool?”
“Well, I didn’t get to complete my Rorschach test on him,” she says dryly. “But yeah… he’s cool.”
I glance at him again, then back to Laney. “I feel like… I could really fall for him, you know?”
“It’s been three days, Jaime,” she reminds me. “And you just broke up with Terry.”
I wave that last statement off impatiently. “This is not a rebound. I broke up with Terry over a month ago. I wasn’t even hurt by that. Pissed, yes. Vindicated when I hit him in the face with a book. But I’m not looking to replace something that Terry left empty.”
She cocks her head. “I’ll admit you had a distinct lack of heartbreak over that.”
I nod, looking once more at Cage. “Besides… Cage isn’t the type to fill a hole left behind. He’s the type that rolls into you and takes everything.”
“Damn,” she mutters, shaking her head. “You have it bad.”
“Merely lust at first sight,” I say, trying to tone things down.
“More than lust, I’m thinking,” she muses as she turns to stare at Cage. “But lust is definitely a good place to start.”
“Agreed,” I murmur, also ogling him right beside my sister.
CHAPTER 6
Cage
Morning sex is something that should be slow and sweet. Or at least, the times I’ve had morning sex with Jaime—which would be three times now—have been that way. Me waking up first with a slow caress of my hand along her hip to test whether she’s awake or not. That hand might drift between her legs, working in and against her slowly until she’s drenched, semi-awake, and sleepily begging for it.
Another time, I was the one woken up with Jaime’s mouth on my cock, and I thought I had been in the middle of the most amazing dream ever, only to wake up and realize it was better than a dream. She got me worked up to the edge, then slowly straddled me and rode me to a slow but powerful orgasm.
But this morning, we’re apparently both feeling a bit energetic because I’m on my knees in the middle of Jaime’s bed, my ass resting against the heels of my feet, and my hands spread across her ribs. She’s riding my cock, feet planted on the mattress. She bounces up and down while I help her along so she doesn’t tire out. Her eyes are wild… delirious and unfocused. Gasping for air, she can’t do much more than let her head loll backward as she moans against the feeling of me punching up into her.
“Fuck,” I grit out, feeling my orgasm starting to form. I want to slow her down, draw it out because it feels so good, yet I don’t want to take away from her abandon. She’s glorious in how lost she is to the feeling, red hair all splayed down her back and tits bouncing beautifully. I glance down, getting a shocking jolt of pleasure as I take in her cunt riding my shaft, and feel my balls start to tighten. She came already this morning with my fingers, but I want one more.
Moving a hand to grip her hair from behind, I force her head up. Her gaze is bleary, a haze of lust and pleasure. “Look at me, Jaime,” I growl.
She blinks once, twice… but never loses momentum. Her fingers dig down into my shoulders.
“Come on, baby… focus,” I urge.
I get a smile, a lick of her lips, then she manages to hold my gaze. She sounds drunk when she stammers with