Read For Real (Rules of Love, Book One) Online
Authors: Chelsea M. Cameron
Tags: #romance, #New Adult
For Real (Rules of Love, Book One) (26 page)
“Now?” he says, his multicolored eyes burning into mine.
“Now.”
There is no way we can do this in the front seat, so we move to the back. We get down to where I’m just in my bra and he’s just in his boxers and I start to question if this is the best idea or not. Seeing as how it’s the middle of the day and the road is not that far away.
But I don’t care. This feels right and I know Jett feels it too.
Well, all is right until he tries to unhook my bra. I don’t want to say anything, but I can tell he’s struggling. I should have given him lessons. He makes a sound of frustration against my mouth and I reach behind my back and do it for him.
“Thanks,” he says, kissing his way down my neck.
“Anytime.”
And then my bra is off and it’s the first glimpse of me half naked that Jett’s gotten since the night we made things official.
“I almost feel like I should give you a round of applause,” he says as his hands skim over my skin. Jesus. That feels soooo good. I could get off just from this.
He pinches my nipples hesitantly and I can’t help the moan that comes out of my mouth.
“Do you like that?”
“You could say that.”
“Would you like it if I kissed you?”
What kind of question is that?
“Yessss,” I say as he lowers his mouth over one of my nipples and sucks it into his mouth.
Holy shit. Was this what I was missing? Jett’s hand works on the other nipple, rolling it back and forth between his fingers. Don’t know where he learned that, but I’m pretty damn happy.
He spends a lot of quality time on my nipples and by the time he’s done, if he breathed on me, I’d have an orgasm.
“Was that okay?” He asks so sweetly that I want to laugh.
“Good job,” I say, and pat him on the shoulder.
“So you want me to do more?”
“Fuck yes.” He smiles and kisses his way down to the seam of my underwear. Moment of truth. I don’t know if I’m ready for him to have his face down there, but when he glances back up at me as his hands start pulling my panties down, his eyes are dark and I can see that he wants me. Well, shit, I want him too.
I lift my hips up and he gets my panties down and then off. Welp. Here I am.
I fight the urge to cover myself as he inhales slowly and looks at me.
“Yes, I’m definitely drawing you like this.”
I can feel the blush on my face as he lowers his head and kisses just under my belly button. I know what he’s going to ask, so I’m going to answer him before he does.
“Yes. I want you to.” I send up a little prayer that I don’t taste bad.
And then his mouth is touching me there once, twice, three times. And that’s all it takes for everything inside me to release and I’m crying out his name, my hips thrusting toward his mouth. He seems a little surprised, but I’m sure he knows about the female orgasm. As soon as the first one is over his mouth is on me again, licking and sucking, getting more confident, and driving me to the edge and over again. I’ve never come so quickly, or so forcefully, or so much in succession. Christ.
He looks up at me.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fucking amazing.” I can’t seem to stop swearing. The situation seems to require it. “Do I taste bad?” I can’t help but ask. I’ve got to know.
“No, you taste sweet. I had the feeling you would. But, um, I’m really close to losing it, so I think we need to . . .”
“Move it along,” I say, finishing his sentence. Well, he’s done a good job so far, but this next part probably isn’t going to be as pleasurable for me.
“If I hurt you, please let me know and I’ll stop.” I hate to break it to him, but it’s going to hurt and it’s going to be awful. But that’s how it goes, and I’d rather go through something awful with him than anyone else.
“I’m ready,” I say, and he reaches for his jeans and pulls out a condom.
“Javi keeps putting them in my pockets.” Freaking Javier.
I slide his boxers off and I finally get to see the entire package that is Jett Nguyen. Okay, so it looks a lot bigger than I thought it would be. Maybe it’s just my perspective, but I have no idea how that thing is going to fit inside me and I can feel myself panicking.
“Shannon,” he says sharply. “We don’t have to do this.” Unless something tragic happens, his penis is not going to change, and I’m going to have to get one inside me sometime. I want his.
“I love you,” I say, running my hands down his chest and reaching for his dick.
“Don’t touch me. I won’t last if you touch me.” I take my hands off him and he puts the condom on. It takes a little while. Those suckers are tricky. I can hear him cursing under his breath as he rolls it on.
And then he’s above me and moving so he can get into the right position.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be. I love you. So much.”
“I love you, too.” And then he’s pushing and I can feel him going inside me. It’s just a little uncomfortable at first. And then it gets worse. And worse until it’s fucking painful.
“If you want me to stop, I can stop.” His voice is tight, and I can tell he’s having a hard time.
“I’m fine.” I am so NOT fine. He keeps pushing and I feel like something inside of me breaks, and then he’s in all the way. For a second, it’s just a little painful, and then it’s like I’m being torn apart. I can’t help but whimper. Jett freezes.
“Just give me a second,” I say, trying not to cry. I can’t cry. This will get better.
Jett’s arms are shaking as he tries not to move. The instant blinding pain dissipates the longer I wait, and I can feel my body trying to accommodate him. This is a biological need, after all. My body was made to have a penis inside it.
“Okay, I’m good,” I say, and he draws his hips back.
“Oh my God. You feel amazing and I’m sorry for hurting you, but it feels so good, princess.” Well that’s flattering. I smile and our lips meet again as he pulls almost all the way out and then plunges back in. It hurts like hell, again, but not as bad as the first. I can’t help but wince, though.
He thrusts a third time and I can feel something happening, and then he stiffens and calls my name and then he’s lowering himself on top of me.
Wait, what? That was it?
He’s panting, his head on my shoulder. I don’t want to say anything, but I didn’t know it would be that . . . quick.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold out any longer,” he says, and he won’t look at me.
I put my finger under his chin and tilt it up so he can see my face.
“It’s okay. We just have to try again. Nothing is perfect the first time. But I love you, and I don’t regret it.”
He kisses me and pulls out. I really don’t want to look down because I’m almost positive I’m bleeding. Good thing my backseat is leather and easy to clean.
“I love you. You’re my first and only.”
“And last,” I add.
He pushes my hair back and stares at me as if I’m his entire world.
“And only.”
The second time we have sex is mind-blowing. The third? Even better. It’s so good, we decide we never want to leave the bedroom and will just spend the rest of our lives making love to each other. I teach Jett a few things about the female body and he picks it up like a pro. Let me say, those origami folding skills can translate into other skills. He also teaches me a few things I never knew about the penis, and I’m proclaimed an excellent student.
He gets the first call from his sister a week after we go and see her, and even though it’s only for a few minutes, it makes him so happy. Another person that is very happy is Hazel. She’s thrilled that Jett and I took the “plunge” as she calls it and she’s overflowing with sex tips. Most of which, I ignore. But still. Her heart is in the right place.
To celebrate the end of finals (and the end of the academic year), we all go out to the bowling alley again, but this time Jett and I are together, and Jordyn is unattached. Javi brings Marty and Skye and they both spend the entire evening trying to get in her pants, but I think she’s going to take some time to be single, which I fully support.
Javi decides not to get drunk and instead spends most of the evening joking with Jett and me and teasing Hazel, who definitely doesn’t mind. There’s something burning between them; anyone could see it. But Javi is almost reluctant. As if he thinks that she’s too good for him. Interesting. I ask Jett about it, but apparently guy friends have a code of honor as well and he won’t tell me anything.
It’s finally my turn and I bowl my first strike. I raise my hands in victory and there’s Jett, raising his hands as well and then scooping me up and twirling me around. Like I’ve won the Olympics. Everyone claps and I laugh as Jett keeps twirling me until I get dizzy. I laugh some more, until I can’t breathe, and then he sets me down and kisses me until my knees are weak and I couldn’t stand on my own, even if I wanted to.
We’re going to spend the summer together, making cranes, making love and making nachos. It’s going to be perfect. And REAL.
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My Sweetest Escape (January 28, 2014)
Some books are easy to write. My fingers fly across the keyboard and I am never at a loss for ideas or words, and it’s a delightful experience. And then there are books that fight you. Every word is a battle, and it’s like cutting your skin open and writing each one with your own blood.
This book was the latter. And so, I have a lot of people to thank.
My family, my close friends (Caroline, Colleen, Liz, Rachel, Meridith), my beta reader (Laura) who told me what I should ruthlessly cut and who wasn’t afraid to tell me what sucked and what didn’t, my author friends (including Magan Vernon, Tiffany King, Chelsea Fine, Karina Halle, Heather Self, Sarra Cannon and Holly Ward, and the rest of my 12 NAs girls), my bloggy friends who never cease to amaze me with their love and fabulousness, my AMAZING editor Jen, who has been through this book more times than she would probably like, whose suggestions were pure genius, my publicist, Jessica and the rest of the team at InkSlinger PR (including Kelly Simmon) for their hard work and unbridled enthusiasm, my formatter, Ali Cross for her lovely work, my cover designer, Sarah Hansen for the fantastic cover, the guy who asked me to watch his laptop in the Maine Coast Bookshop Café, without whom this story might not be the same, the employees of said bookshop for making my dirty vanilla peppermint chai’s that fueled the writing of this book, the inventor of leggings, Ray LaMontagne for his beautiful and inspiring voice, and of course YOU for reading this.
