Page 12 of Finding Fate

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Confessions

“Hey there, sexy, got any plans for the day?”

Jet looked up from his video game and saw Annie leaning against the doorway to his room. He jumped up from his chair to wrap his arms around her, sweeping her up in a kiss.

“I should surprise you more often if that’s the way you’re going to greet me,” Annie said breathlessly.

He wanted to do more than greet her, but instead, he said, “I thought you were on duty this afternoon.”

“Oh, I can leave if you want,” Annie teased, pretending to head out the door. Jet caught her arm and pulled her back to him, closing the door behind her.

He grinned, lifting her over his shoulder. “I don’t think so.” Annie let out a soft squeal and laughed. The smell of her apple shampoo filled his lungs as he carried her across his bedroom and dropped her gently onto his bed. She scooted up so that her head was on the pillow. Excitement filled her eyes. Jet crawled over her, kneeling with his legs on either side of her hips, and lightly pinned her arms above her head with his hands. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Annie pretended to be alarmed. “Are you holding me hostage?”

“Absolutely.” He kissed slowly down her jawline, making her shiver beneath him. Smiling to himself, he slid down next to her on the bed. “I love making her do that,” he thought.

Annie rolled onto her side and laid her head against Jet’s chest. Her free arm wrapped around his waist. “Mmmm…that was nice.”

“My lips are at your service.”

“A very tempting offer.”

“So why aren’t you at work?”

“I asked Tucker to cover for me today,” she replied, tracing her fingertips along his chest. “It feels like we’re always at work lately, or hanging out with our friends. I needed some time for us.”

“I’m not gonna argue, sweetheart. You can surprise me like this any time you want.”

“How about like this?” Annie asked with a devilish grin as she straddled him, leaning over to suck at his neck.

“Definitely,” he groaned, lifting her face to his for a fervent kiss. She reached between them, grasping him, and he groaned, surprised but thrilled as she stroked that part of him that ached for her so badly. “Does this girl have any idea what she does to me?”

Wanting, hoping for more, he flipped her, pinning her beneath him. His lips recaptured her kiss before she could protest as he gently ground his hips against hers. She moaned, and before long, her hips moved against him in encouragement. His hand slid up her shirt, stroking as they sped up, finding their rhythm.

“Jet,” Annie whispered breathlessly, tensing slightly when his fingers slid up the leg of her shorts. He knew that tone and withdrew his hand back to her waist. She wasn’t a fan of under the clothes when his parents were home, but he’d had to try. He knew he was getting close, and it was so much hotter when she came too.

As if she sensed it, she shifted her hips, gasping as he hit the different angle. He felt her start to tremble, and he forced himself to hold out the last few strokes as she finished, his forehead pressing to hers with a groan as he followed.

“Wow,” Annie murmured as they caught their breath. “I needed that.”

“My pleasure,” Jet smirked. He got up, grabbing some shorts from his dresser.

Annie looked away while he changed. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know I get too into it sometimes.”

“But you don’t,”she wanted to tell him. She felt bad for always putting the brakes on things. They’d gotten so close the night he’d given her the ring, but she just couldn’t let her first time be in a car. “It’s just…I want it to feel right,” she said instead, tracing her toes as she searched for how to explain. “I want to make sure we’re ready.”

Jet pondered that for a minute, pulling her legs into his lap as he sat beside her. “Sweetheart, I get that. I’m fine with that. But why don’t you think we’re ready? It’s not like we’ve rushed or anything. You’re it for me, Annie, one hundred percent.” He tapped her ring with his calloused mechanic’s thumb.

Annie sighed, wanting to explain more but not. “It’s me, babe. Not you. Just give me a little more time.”

“As long as you need,” he promised, sensing not to push her. “Here,” he turned on the TV to an old episode of Psych for some levity, scooting back against the headboard and coaxing her to lean against his shoulder.

“Do you think Tucker’s been acting weird lately,” she asked during a commercial.

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