Page 35 of Jett in Jeopardy

Brody chuckled and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pressed his lips to my neck. I shivered before I could stop myself.

“Liar,” he murmured against my ear. “Youlovedistracting me.”

I grinned. It was true. I enjoyed going down to the bar on the nights when it was slow and hang out with Brody, Cilla and Damien. Some nights, when it wasreallyslow, Brody would call out the names of obscure drinks, and I would make them based on what I thought would be in them. Given that I had no clue most times, I concocted some pretty vile creations. However, there were a few attempts I created something almost tasty, and Brody was suitably impressed.

“I might come down,” I said. After all, it would be hours before Brody came back. And there wasn’t much for me to do here except watch TV or work on assignments.

Next week was the last week of school before winter break. Regular classes were done and there wouldn’t be a whole lot going on, but I still had two term papers due. That said, I was fairly sure I didn’t want to spend a Friday night doing homework.

Brody kissed me, then headed down to the bar. I finished wiping down the counters, then flopped on the sofa.

No matter how many times we sat here doing completely innocuous things, watching TV, talking… hell, even making out, I still couldn’t get the image of me bent over the arm of this couch naked while he spanked my ass red. My cocked twitched at the thought.

We haven’t done that since. Sex with Brody was phenomenal, but we’d never donethatagain. Even that first and only time we hadn’t really finished, at least not the way I’d hoped. Instead, Brody had sent me home with a hard-on that could have hammered nails through concrete.

I grinned to myself and rolled off the couch. In the bedroom, I changed into dark, fitted jeans that clung to my legs and ass. Then I dug through the clothes Grier packed for me until I found a t-shirt that clung to me like a second skin. I did what I could with my hair, but the mass of curls was as unruly as ever.

Once satisfied that I was suitablydistracting, I left the apartment, locking up and setting the alarm before I left. I went down the metal staircase to the back entrance of The Dunes. The wind off of the water sliced through my thin clothes as if I was wearing nothing at all, and I hurried into the bar, eager to be out of the elements.

I was right when I said the bar would be busy tonight, too busy for Brody to pay me any attention. The Dunes was packed almost shoulder to shoulder. No surprise. This close to the holidays, most people we’re looking to let loose before heading home to see their families.

I pushed my way through the crowd until I reached the bar. Brody was busy serving, but when he caught sight of me, he winked and made me an Oceanwind. I nursed my drink, watching Brody work. He wouldn’t have time to talk to me tonight.

I slowly sipped my drink, watching Brody move across the busy bar, filling drink orders with expert precision and speed. Occasionally, he’d look my way, and we’d locked our eyes. His dark eyes were bright and hungry. They heated me from the inside out.

Once I finished my drink, I debated what to do next. Brody was busy, too busy to entertain me, and there was no one here I knew. Maybe I should have just stayed upstairs and worked on my term papers. I pushed away from the bar, backing away from the crowd, pressing to get closer to the bar. As I made my way back down the passage that would lead to the rear exit, someone grabbed my hand. I looked up. Sam and his roommate, whose name I couldn’t remember, were dancing.

“Come on,” Sam shouted near my ear, then nodded to join them.

“I’m seeing someone,” I told him. No point in beating around the bush. After all, the only time Sam wanted to spend time with me was when he was looking for someone to hook up with. I got it. I felt the same way about him. And while Brody and I were far from official, hooking up with someone else while I was living with the guy was just poor taste.

Sam snorted and shook his head, dragging me closer. What the hell? I had nothing else to do tonight. Besides, I could dance with Sam and… Julie? Judy? June? Something that started with a J, I was pretty sure.

I swayed to the music, closing my eyes and letting myself sink into the pounding bass reverberating through my limbs. When I opened my eyes, my gaze met Brody’s boring into me. I could see the hunger, the want darkening his expression. I grinned and swiveled my hips in what I hoped was an open invitation.

Someone slid in behind me, probably Sam, and I could feel the guy grinding against my backside, an arm wrapping around my waist. I didn’t move away, not right away, anyway. Instead, I held Brody’s darkening gaze.

When I did pull away from whoever was holding me without so much as a backward glance, I wound my way through the crowd until I pushed my way back up to the bar to Brody.

A faint smirk curled his lips. I leaned up over the bar and caught his mouth with mine in a hungry, desperate kiss filled with filthy promise. After finally pulling back, any trace of humor had vanished from Brody’s expression.

“You’re a tease,” he growled softly.

“Maybe you should teach me a lesson, then.”

He leaned in closer until his lips brushed my ear when he spoke. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to turn your ass hot and pink again?”

My mouth turned dry at the thought, need gripping my insides and twisting. My cock was already half hard. “Every time we sit on that couch together, even if we’re just watching TV, all I can think about is the first time you pulled down my pants and bent me over…” My voice trailed away, but I didn’t need to say more. He knew exactly what I was talking about.

“Maybe Ishouldteach you a lesson,” he agreed.

“I guess I’ll wait for you upstairs.”

I didn’t wait for him to respond. Instead, I hurried up to his apartment and took a shower while I waited for him to finish work. After drying myself off, I flopped onto my back naked on top of his bed.

I glanced at my phone charging on the nightstand next to the bed. God, it was only 1:30 a.m. It would be hours before Brody finished up for the night. Well, this was anticlimactic. I decided to play games on my phone to pass the time while I waited for him.

I must have dozed off because when my eyes opened, Brody was looming over me, his hair loose and falling around us like a veil, shutting out the real world. He gripped my wrists with one hand, pinning them up over my head and pressing them into the mattress. With his other hand, he gripped my cock, stroking me slow and leisurely. On instinct, my hips rolled with the pace he set. I fucked into his hand curled around me.

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