Page 49 of One More Chance
Okay, let’s think about this, Harper. If you pull the trigger, there’s no going back. You can’t undo it.
Me:Okay, I’ll meet you there.
He says okay andI gather the ladies just as last call is being announced, rounding them into an Uber of our own. I have to act quickly or I’ll start overthinking all of this. The driver makes rounds, dropping some of the party members off until it’s just me, Cora, and my sister remaining.
My stomach starts to flutter as we pull onto the farm’s long driveway. He pulls next to the main house and we all jump out, and I take care of tipping him. Cora and Lyla start up the porch stairs but I’m still on the ground, looking toward the cabin, biting my bottom lip.
“Are you coming?” Lyla asks.
“Nope,” I say, marching off in the direction of Jensen.
I watch them over my shoulder as they give each other a surprised look before going inside.
I’m full steam ahead. One foot in front of the other. I’m making my way back there and I mean business. Sexy business. I’m dressed for it this time, too.
I knock on the cabin door, hoping Jensen answers. But that’s not my luck.
“Hey, what’s up? Everything okay?” Gentry asks.
“No time to talk,” I say. I walk past him into the cabin but don’t see Jensen and assume he’s already in his room. Making my way upstairs, I give myself one last pep talk in my mind. You can do this. You want this. Make it happen.
I knock on the guest bedroom door and wait several seconds before he swings it wide open. I don’t even let him get a word out before my mouth is on his.
I press my mouth against his, his arms coming around me and pulling me against him. I reach back and shut the door behind us, then press him further into the room until his legs hit the bed. I push him down, immediately reaching for the edges of my shirt as he stares up at me. The cropped black shirt falls to the floor behind me, my red lace bra putting everything I have on display.
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath.
I lower myself onto him as his hands come up to reach for me, gripping my flesh and pulling me down further. I sink down onto him, my lips meeting his again. Reaching down, I grip the bottom of his shirt and tug it up and off his body. My hands explore him the way I’ve wanted to ever since the night in the tent. His hands grip my ass, grinding me down against him. I pull back from the kiss and bite his earlobe, feeling his grip on me tighten.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
Jensen’s movements pause, like he’s not sure he heard me correctly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He flips me over, his large body now above mine, my back on the mattress. He leans down, kissing me, his lips trailing from my mouth, down my neck, and between my breasts. He takes my nipple between his teeth through the fabric, gently nibbling and sucking as he reaches around and unclasps the bra. His kisses continue down, over my stomach, around my belly button until he reaches the edge of my pants.
In one motion, they’re off, along with my panties and shoes. Everything is in a pile on the floor and I’m completely naked beneath him. He stands and removes his pants but leaves his boxers in place, then tugs me in one swift motion to the edge of the bed and kneels as he licks his lips.
He doesn’t take his eyes from mine as he leans in and blows hot air on the center of me. My back arches my body toward him and he licks me, his tongue wet and flat against my tender flesh. I can’t even say what comes from me is a moan. It’s more like a whimper. He sucks me into his mouth and continues sucking, my body twisting in response.
I grip the sheets, my eyes closing tight as my stomach knots. “Wait,” I say. “Not like this. I want you inside me.”
Jensen lifts his mouth from me, smiling. “Don’t worry, babe. I plan to give you more than one.” Then he presses his mouth to me once again, his movements more rapid this time. He applies pressure, building me up quickly, pressing his fingers to my thighs to keep my legs open.
“Oh my god,” I yell as I lose my mind to the most delicious orgasm I’ve ever had. Jensen kisses and licks gently up my body as he makes his way up to my lips. I kiss him and press my forehead to his chest as I catch my breath.
“I hope you’re not tired,” he says.
I shake my head, and Jensen stands and walks across the room, pulling something from his suitcase before coming back to the bed. He places what I see now is a condom on the edge of the bed and then pulls down his boxers. My eyes are fixed on his hard length as he touches himself. I shamelessly watch him stroke from tip to base as he looks down at me.
“Come here,” he says.
Something inside me, low inside my stomach, does flips, and I crawl to the edge of the bed. He lets go of himself as I take him into my hand and I watch his head roll back, his chest expanding as he inhales sharply.
I press my tongue to the tip of him and his hand reaches for my shoulder, steadying himself, gripping me. I open my mouth further and take him in, his body shuddering in response. I work up and down the length of him, wanting to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
His hand cups my jawline and he stops me, pressing me back away from him. When I look up at him, his hooded eyes are fixed on me, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.