Page 43 of Traitor

I was going to set my spirit free tonight.

It was the only way to be.

What we were going to achieve was going to make up for all the empty words between us—I just knew it. Jimmy needed to wear a condom. Mike had forgotten that, but I was wiser now. This song gave great advice, in addition to getting me in the mood.

I finished my last rep and stood up, unable to resist a sexy little hip thrust to the beat of the music only I could hear.

Yeah, Jimmy, that’s right. Tonight, you’re getting all of this.

He gave me a puzzled look before slipping my headphones off my head and onto his. I jumped up and tried to snatch them back, but I only managed to reach his shoulders. His confused expression gave way to an amused smirk. “Spice Girls. Huh. You’re throwing it back to the nineties tonight, aren’t you?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I want my headphones back.”

Before he placed them on my head, he leaned down and whispered, “Get it on. Get it on.”

My cheeks grew warm and I looked away. He didn’t understand. Losing my virginity had been a relatively easy decision once I found the right guy, but sex with someone else?

Let me put it this way. There was a saying, that if you’d done something once, it was damn near impossible to do again. My brow furrowed. That didn’t sound right.

If you did something a lot, it got harder with time…right?

I slowly brought my eyes back up to find Jimmy still staring down at me. “Hello,” I managed weakly, earning me another grin from him.

“Hello. So, was that song a hint? Because I can think of another way to burn calories.” He chewed on the corner of his lip, impatiently awaiting my response.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded slowly.

Jimmy bent down and grabbed his gym bag before wrapping a massive arm behind my knees and throwing me over his shoulder. “We’ll take my truck.”

“You have a truck and a bike?” I asked breathlessly.

He laughed, his chest vibrating against my pelvis. “Oh, yeah. I’m the full package.”

Package.

The word immediately made me think dirty things. My pulse raced and my whole body flooded with heat. I knew it. After that kiss, I just knew that spark would ignite into this.

I was going to do the sex—Shit, um, have sex. Right.

Jimmy’s hand stroked up and down my thigh while he navigated through traffic lights and crowded city streets, almost as if my leg had become his own personal stick shift.

He turned down a residential street and mashed the garage door opener, not even taking the time to pull in, before grabbing me by the hand and jerking me toward him.

Puck greeted us as we walked into the house, jumping up and down excitedly. My thigh stung from where his tail caught me several times through the thin material of my leggings. I made the mistake of glancing over and quickly realized that, while Puck was excited, Jimmy was somewhere close to ecstatic. I pushed my lips together to keep the nervous giggle in as he dragged me through the kitchen and living room, not stopping until we reached his bedroom. He toed off his shoes and I followed suit, my heart pounding.

“I can’t wait. I’m sorry,” he murmured against my hair as his hands slipped beneath the waistband of my leggings, pulling me into him. Thanks to his height, his erection was pressed up against my sports bra, painfully reminding me of just how long I’d kept him waiting over the past month. He thrust his hips forward, pressing himself further into my chest and I couldn’t help it.

I moaned at the contact before whispering, “Don’t be sorry,” against his stomach. I was suddenly feeling very unsure about my plan.

He was so much bigger than me—oh, god. What if it didn’t fit?

With a low growl, Jimmy pulled me up his body, his hands never leaving my ass. His fingers dug into my flesh and I wrapped my legs around him, while trying to ignore the way his touch conjured up memories of Mike.

Tomorrow I would think about Mike when I went to the station. Tonight was about Jimmy and forgetting. He sucked my bottom lip in between his teeth and all thoughts of Mike fled to the dark recesses of my mind.

“I never thought you were gonna come meet Puck,” he panted as he broke the kiss.

I glanced around the empty bedroom and toward the closed door. “Is he even in here?”

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