Game Changer by Kelly Jamieson Page 0,22

pulled up torturously tight at the base of my cock. I cup them with my other hand.

The tingling at the base of my spine moves deeper inside. My throat burns with the effort to keep my ragged breath quiet. Sensation builds, fiery and dark. My hand moves faster. Molly’s so close…so sweet and sexy and nearly naked…Jesus. I can’t stop now, and please, please let her be asleep, I can’t stop… and ecstasy erupts in my balls, fire racing up my spine and down the backs of my thighs. I shudder through the climax, teeth gritted as I swallow my groan, body tense.

I need to gasp for air, but I can’t. I slowly pull air in through my nose and let it out, over and over, my heart hammering. Eventually my heart and breathing slow. My hand is a sticky mess. Shit.

I rearrange my boxers and wait a few more minutes, hoping like hell Molly’s sound asleep. Then I slip out of bed and quietly pad to the bathroom to clean up.

I study my face in the mirror—the high color on my cheekbones, the glitter in my eyes.

Damn. That felt incredible. But my poor, hopeful dick is still half hard, still wishing to be inside a warm, wet woman. An image of Molly naked beneath me flashes in front of my eyes…smooth, creamy skin, bright red-gold hair on the pillow…

Jesus, I’m an animal. Can’t I even share a hotel room with a platonic friend without getting all these depraved fantasies about her? What is wrong with me? I’m going to need every bit of self-control I can muster up to get through the next few days until we can move her into a room of her own.

8

Molly

I’m not going to make Jax take me with him to visit his grandparents. I feel bad enough about tagging along to the party yesterday. He needs to do this, and I need time at the pool.

After sleeping late, we have breakfast together in the lobby coffee shop, then Jax goes back up to the room while I visit the hotel gift shop. It’s well-stocked and I pick up sunscreen, a tote bag and a paperback romance to read. Sadly, my loaded-up Kindle is still at Steve’s place. I toss in a fashion magazine as well.

Back in the room, Jax is ready to go out, wearing jeans and a T-shirt that hugs his broad shoulders and rests loosely on his flat abs. He’s just shoving his phone into his pocket and looks up at me.

“Success.” I hold up my shopping bag. “I’m all set for a relaxing day.”

“You’re sure you’re okay by yourself?”

I lower my chin and look at him through my eyelashes. “I’m fine, Jax. I’m a grown woman.”

“I know,” he mutters, dropping his gaze to the carpet.

My body tingles everywhere as tension wraps around me.

I heard him masturbating last night.

My inner girl parts squeeze at the memory of that. Holy mother of hotness.

And…was he thinking about me?

I can’t go there. I push that thought aside.

“I just mean you’ve been through a rough time,” he says.

“I’m fine. Maybe some alone time will be good to think things through and gain some perspective.”

“Okay, yeah.” He hesitates. “I’ll see you later. I’ll be back before dinner and we can grab something together.”

“Perfect.” I beam a smile at him and pluck the turquoise bikini I bought at Target yesterday out of a drawer. “Have fun.”

He leaves the room, and I drop onto the side of the unmade bed.

Where he masturbated last night.

Oh God.

He was obviously trying to be quiet, but I could hear the bed moving, the rhythm quickening, and soft noises managed to escape his lips. His breathing got harsher and faster, too.

I imagined what his cock looked like in his big hand. It was so hot, I slipped my hand between my own legs where I throbbed. I wanted to do the same as he was, except clearly he thought I was asleep and it would be so embarrassing for both of us if he knew I wasn’t, if he knew I was listening, my ears attuned to every shift of the bed covers, every breath.

My body quivered and heated. I was wet.

Then he got up to go to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed behind him, my fingertips found my swollen clit and rubbed wet circles over it. I came so fast, heat spiraling inside me in delicious, blissful pleasure.

My breathing is fast again now, without even touching myself, just remembering.

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