nothing but the black silk tie that still hangs loosened around his neck. His perfectly muscled, olive torso presses against my body as he sucks on my breasts again, lightly bruising them. I let out a soft moan and grab the black tie still around his neck. He suddenly jerks my hands above my head. His eyes are flaring with lust as he looks down at me. He suddenly grabs me, and roughly flips me over onto my stomach.
“Fucking beg me to give you every inch,” he says as he pulls my head back by my scalp.
His hands caress down my back, sending shivers down my spine, until he reaches my wetness. Two fingers rub my pussy with such expertise and I moan. His other hand pins my head down to the mattress.
“Mason-”
Beep! Beep! Beep!
My obnoxious alarm clock blared at six a.m., pulling me out of my dream. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head before I slid out of the bed. I showered and dressed to the tunes of Metallica. Coffee and music were the perfect morning combination. It’s been my morning tradition since I was old enough to appreciate music. I grew up under the influence of my brother’s tastes. I was basically raised by a grunge rocker. Travis used to pull out my dad’s old guitar and play it in my ear whenever I refused to get out of bed in the morning. Now, the sounds of bass and drums have become a security blanket.
I finished getting ready and then joined Piper in the kitchen where she was rummaging through the refrigerator.
“We are so dry,” she sighed.
“I’ll pick up a few things tonight after the office closes,” I said. I moved my way around the small kitchen as I set up the percolator to brew some coffee. The rich smell of dark roast quickly filled the tiny kitchen.
Piper’s apartment was small but very comfortable. It wasn’t anything fancy like Mason’s, and she never bothered with a housekeeper and never insisted on a French press. Sometimes she brought women over, and I stayed out of her hair. I gave her a portion of my paycheck every month for rent and utilities and we got along just fine as roommates.
“Oh right. Don’t forget Jax is meeting us for dinner. That new burger joint in SoHo just opened. He’s bringing a friend. Did Elyse say if she’s coming?”
“Wait. Jax has friends?” I blurted. I didn’t mean to be rude, it was simple curiosity. Sometimes I lacked a filter. Piper turned to look at me. She suddenly started laughing and I nearly spilled the coffee that I was pouring as I started giggling. As I calmed myself, I handed her the yellow porcelain mug and took a sip from my own.
****
I can’t imagine Jax eating a burger anywhere, no matter how swanky or upscale the restaurant claims to be. Guys like Jackson and Mason didn’t go out to eat burgers and fries. They ate filet mignon or the type of Italian pasta that I can’t pronounce. I figured it would be interesting to see a guy like Jax Rochester sitting in a burger joint. Elyse was going to meet us there when her shift at the coffee shop ended.
I walked with Piper into the new restaurant. It had a cozy feel to it and there was a jukebox and a pool table off to the side. Jackson was already there, wearing a white linen shirt and dark wash jeans. He was standing at the bar with another man who was almost as tall. The man’s back was to me as he leaned over the bar counter with a beer. He straightened and turned to face me and my eyes widened.
Good God. It’s the stranger who kissed me at the club last Friday!
“Jill, Piper. This is Ian.” Jackson introduced as Ian held his hand out to Piper. I spotted a trail of black ink from beneath the bicep of his shirt sleeve. He wore a regular white crewneck T-shirt and ripped jeans. The lean muscles in his chest and biceps made that shirt look so good. His longish light brown hair hung in his blue eyes slightly. Without the magenta lights of the night
“Fucking beg me to give you every inch,” he says as he pulls my head back by my scalp.
His hands caress down my back, sending shivers down my spine, until he reaches my wetness. Two fingers rub my pussy with such expertise and I moan. His other hand pins my head down to the mattress.
“Mason-”
Beep! Beep! Beep!
My obnoxious alarm clock blared at six a.m., pulling me out of my dream. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head before I slid out of the bed. I showered and dressed to the tunes of Metallica. Coffee and music were the perfect morning combination. It’s been my morning tradition since I was old enough to appreciate music. I grew up under the influence of my brother’s tastes. I was basically raised by a grunge rocker. Travis used to pull out my dad’s old guitar and play it in my ear whenever I refused to get out of bed in the morning. Now, the sounds of bass and drums have become a security blanket.
I finished getting ready and then joined Piper in the kitchen where she was rummaging through the refrigerator.
“We are so dry,” she sighed.
“I’ll pick up a few things tonight after the office closes,” I said. I moved my way around the small kitchen as I set up the percolator to brew some coffee. The rich smell of dark roast quickly filled the tiny kitchen.
Piper’s apartment was small but very comfortable. It wasn’t anything fancy like Mason’s, and she never bothered with a housekeeper and never insisted on a French press. Sometimes she brought women over, and I stayed out of her hair. I gave her a portion of my paycheck every month for rent and utilities and we got along just fine as roommates.
“Oh right. Don’t forget Jax is meeting us for dinner. That new burger joint in SoHo just opened. He’s bringing a friend. Did Elyse say if she’s coming?”
“Wait. Jax has friends?” I blurted. I didn’t mean to be rude, it was simple curiosity. Sometimes I lacked a filter. Piper turned to look at me. She suddenly started laughing and I nearly spilled the coffee that I was pouring as I started giggling. As I calmed myself, I handed her the yellow porcelain mug and took a sip from my own.
****
I can’t imagine Jax eating a burger anywhere, no matter how swanky or upscale the restaurant claims to be. Guys like Jackson and Mason didn’t go out to eat burgers and fries. They ate filet mignon or the type of Italian pasta that I can’t pronounce. I figured it would be interesting to see a guy like Jax Rochester sitting in a burger joint. Elyse was going to meet us there when her shift at the coffee shop ended.
I walked with Piper into the new restaurant. It had a cozy feel to it and there was a jukebox and a pool table off to the side. Jackson was already there, wearing a white linen shirt and dark wash jeans. He was standing at the bar with another man who was almost as tall. The man’s back was to me as he leaned over the bar counter with a beer. He straightened and turned to face me and my eyes widened.
Good God. It’s the stranger who kissed me at the club last Friday!
“Jill, Piper. This is Ian.” Jackson introduced as Ian held his hand out to Piper. I spotted a trail of black ink from beneath the bicep of his shirt sleeve. He wore a regular white crewneck T-shirt and ripped jeans. The lean muscles in his chest and biceps made that shirt look so good. His longish light brown hair hung in his blue eyes slightly. Without the magenta lights of the night
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