was fiction, not real life. “Chances are good that I’ll never travel back in time and meet a sexy Scot so you have nothing to worry about.”
His jaw clenched, unimpressed with my attempt to placate him, but he didn’t comment. He just continued punching the bag to the tune of The White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army” blasting from the speakers.
“How’s the sex?” he asked a few minutes later, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm.
“Hot.”
That captured his interest. “How hot?”
“Sooo hot.” I fanned myself with my hand, really playing it up. “Five alarm fire hot. Jamie has alllll the moves.” I licked my lips and let out a low moan worthy of a porn star as my hand slid between my thighs. That was all he needed to hear. Getting him all riled up was child’s play. He was a jealous lover but so was I, and I wasn’t about to complain. Not when it benefited both of us.
Throwing down his gloves, he stalked toward me. A thrill shot through me, anticipation building. I knew what was coming and I was ready for him.
We’d been doing this song and dance for a few months, and I knew what that dirty mouth could do to me now. I knew what his hands, lips, and gigantic cock were capable of too. Well, mostly.
“You won’t be needing him anymore.” He snatched the book out of my hand and flung it across the room. The book hit the floor with a thud.
“Hey!”
Ignoring my protest, he grabbed my ankles roughly and dragged me down the sofa until my back was flat. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of my leggings, he slid them down my legs until they were around my ankles.
“Leave my sneakers on in case I need to make a run for it.”
He laughed and tugged the stretchy Lycra over my sneakers then tossed my leggings over the back of the sofa. I drew my legs up, feet flat on the cushion and he knelt over me, nudging my thighs apart.
“Someone might catch us,” I said, my hands reaching for his waistband and pushing down his shorts, freeing him from their confines, my movements hurried and with zero finesse. Fast and dirty, that was how we liked it.
“Mmmhmm.” He reached for the switch on the wall, plunging us into darkness before his lips collided with mine. I held the back of his head, greedy for his kisses as his hands explored the curves and dips of my body and he slowly rocked against me. The only barrier between us was my black lacy underwear.
We were two dirty kids pushing the limits, always two seconds away from getting busted. There was a padlock on the outside of the barn door but no way to lock it from the inside.
“I feel like I need this like I need air,” I murmured, my chest heaving as he drugged me with kisses that made my thighs quiver and the ache between my legs build to a dull throb.
“Same here.”
His lips still sealed to mine, he slid my panties aside and dragged two fingers through my slick folds. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rocked my hips.
“Why are you so wet?” I heard the accusation in his voice.
“From watching you, you sexy beast,” I panted as one thick finger dipped inside me and his thumb rubbed the tight bundle of nerves that made heat pool in my belly and sent zings of electricity up and down my spine. “Oh my God.”
“You called?”
My fingernails dug into his shoulders and my body shook with laughter. He swallowed it with a deep kiss, his tongue caressing mine while his hand continued to perform magic, breaching the tight barrier and rubbing a spot that his middle finger had found a couple months ago.
My hips bucked, my back arching off the sofa. What would it feel like if he was inside me instead of his finger?
“I’m going to—”
Just then, he removed his hand and I cursed myself for saying it aloud. My fingers tugged at the ends of his hair in desperation. “Jude.”
“Just hang on, baby.”
I was barely hanging on by a thread, my fingers digging into the leather cushion as he moved down my body and his mouth replaced his hand.
“Fall apart for me,” he murmured, his fingers and tongue ensuring that I did just that. The orgasm built up inside me until I was writhing and moaning, my hands gripping his head and holding him