Page 151 of All The Happily Ever Afters

I’ve never been hornier in my life. I didn’t come here with sex on my mind. I’m in leggings and a sweater. That should be enough of a clue that I didn’t plan on doing anything but cuddling up with a hangover cure after this.

Jackson says something and I’m not quite sure what, but his hand leaves the bar and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him leave me like this.

“What was that?” I question, my voice sultry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.

“Just cockblocking you,” Jackson jokes. He picks up his drink from the bar behind me. That hammering in my chest intensifies. Is he … is he toying with me? ’Cause that kiss is still burning my neck.

“Oh yeah? What would you call this?” I say, then lean forward, hook my arm around his neck, and kiss him full on the mouth. My lips press against his and at first they’re hard, but they mold to mine instantly.

He kisses me back with an intensity I didn’t expect. He tastes like beer and hunger. He tastes better than I ever imagined he would. I kiss him deeper, wanting to remember it after tonight.

That’s when it hits me. We’re in the freaking bar still. Everyone is here. His sister. Our friends. I pull away with a slight panic.

Jackson smirks down at me. A gorgeous, handsome, and somewhat cocky smirk. It’s a look that keeps me calm while everything else blurs around us.

I almost ask him if he wants to get out of here, but the words fall short. My heart stops with the fear that he’ll reject me. Tell me it was all in fun, and it’s not like that. I’m just a friend of his sister. I just wanted those guys to back off. That’s what he’ll say.

In my short moment of fear, Jackson pushes a stray lock of my hair back and leans in again for a gentle, yet demanding kiss.

This time, he flicks his tongue against my lips until I part them for him. Inwardly I sigh with relief. It’s been three years of waiting, and honestly, I thought it would be a lifetime. I never thought Jackson would kiss me at all and especially not like this. He’s tasting me like I tasted him. I swear, he wants me too.

He lets out a groan against my mouth. “You want to get out of here?”

JACKSON

There’s no going back.

That’s all I can think as my hands roam down her soft curves in the back of the car. Her lips haven’t left mine and if I thought that this may not be the only chance I have with Aubree, I’d contain myself. I’d show a semblance of control, but as it stands, I have none.

There is nothing but desperation for her not to stop. To just let me kiss her.

Soft moans pour from her lips, subtle and just as desperate as my touch. The Uber slows to a stop and I barely look up, checking for a red light or a stop sign. Instead I see my front lawn.

I pull my lips from hers, but intertwine our fingers and keep her close. “Let’s go,” I tell her. Tomorrow is vaguely on my mind. The questions and concerns. Every time a thought pierces through the haze of lust, I shut it down by kissing her again.

As we climb out, Aubree kisses my neck in that tender spot above my shoulder and it only makes my dick harder. The simple act elicits a groan from me and the moment I close the car door, I lift Aubree into my arms.

With a gasp of surprise and delight, she wraps her legs around my hips. One of my arms supports her from under her ass, the other braces her back and keeps her close to me. Her lips find mine again and I swear to God I’m in heaven.

The scent of her hair around me, the feel of her warmth against me.

I want more. I need more.

It’s dark inside when I unlock the door and kick it open. It’s not as smooth of a transition as I’d like it to be, but I’m able to do it all while kissing her. Little nips of her bottom lip and the sweet heated gasps she gives me have me impossibly hard.

My front door bangs recklessly against the wall, and I don’t give a fuck.

“Make sure it’s locked,” she whispers and I have to chuckle.

“Yes, ma’am,” I comment as I set her down gently, for the first time letting her go. She flicks on the corner light of the living room. She’s been here a thousand times before, but never just the two of us. With the click of the lock, I look over to see her standing in the middle of the living room, looking so out of place as she stares back at me. Her wide hazel eyes are filled with lust and desire.

As if knowing I’ve dreamed of this moment, she crosses her arms in front of her and slowly pulls the sweater over her head, letting it drop to the floor into a puddle of fabric beside her.

I can barely breathe, paralyzed by the sight of her stripping. The wooden floor creaks as I take a single step toward her. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed as she unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I take another step forward and another, so very aware of what’s about to happen.

There’s no going back.

Vulnerability shines in her hazel eyes as she looks back at me, but she doesn’t stop. As her thumbs hook into the top of herleggings, I place my hands over hers and lower my lips to the shell of her ear to whisper, “Let me.”

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