Horse Play (Horse Play #1) (22 page)

“And I could have stopped you.”

I pretended to ponder this before narrowing my eyes jokingly. “Excellent point, you cad.”

“Watch it, Landry. You’re not too old for a good spanking.” He was trying to gain the upperhand, and I wasn’t going to allow for it. Not anymore.

I bit my lip and leaned forward until my mouth traced his ear lobe. “You promise?”

Jensen laughed, albeit a little nervously. “You’re right. Your virtue is a lost cause. Best do everything I can to protect myself from your corruption.” Jensen turned to kiss me quickly, knowing that the last time his lips lingered on mine things had gotten out of hand. “Now, we’ve missed almost half of this movie already, what do you say we try and enjoy the rest of it?”

For the remainder of the movie, Jensen teased me about my self-admitted crush on Kirk. It would have annoyed me more if his arms weren’t wrapped around me securely as I leaned against him, listening to the steady
thump-thump
of his heartbeat. The feeling of his fingers as they traced delicate lines up and down my arms or combed through my hair was delightful, and by the end of the movie, I found myself yawning.

Willow had just appeared as the movie credits started rolling, complaining that she had missed the whole thing. “You guys could have paused it,” she stated with her hands placed squarely on her hips.

“Willow, you were gone for over an hour. What would we have done while we waited?”

When she smirked, I wanted to go back in time and
not
ask that question. “Same thing I was doing, but maybe in person?”

“Oooh,” I groaned, pushing myself to my feet. “No, I did not need to hear that. No one did.”

Jensen chuckled, obviously enjoying our playful teasing of each other, and stood up. “All right, ladies. I’m headed to bed. Early day and all. You two better get some sleep; you’ve got a big day of shopping ahead of you.”

“You bet! Come on, Madi. Sleepover,” Willow announced before turning and walking toward my room.

After turning off the TV and all the lights, I walked with Jensen until we stood outside his room. “So, will there be pillow fights?”

“Contrary to what is shown in movies about sorority house slumber parties, we will not be in skimpy lingerie, nor will there be a downpour of feathers from the sky.” I paused, taking in his disheartened look before offering him a sly smile. “In fact, I plan to wear
my
new shirt … and possibly nothing else. So, think about that as you try to fall asleep.”

“As much as I’d like to see that,” he said. “I’d like to assure you that I already think about that quite often. And as for what the other should be thinking about before falling asleep completely frustrated …” He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear and his breath tickled my neck. “Know that I will be sleeping without a stitch of clothing on. By the way,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “I’ve been meaning to tell you all day that I
really
like those jeans on you.”

I laughed. “Willow thought you might.”

“Hmmm. Well, she was right,” he said before walking backward into his room, his eyes moving up and down my body. The smile on his face was quite devilish as he raised his shirt over his head, giving me a brief glimpse of his naked torso before closing his door.

The man did not play fair.

But I
liked
it.

Chapter 15. Girl’s Day Out

“
W
ake up! I’m going to go hop in the shower before breakfast.” My eyes opened slowly when I felt the bed shift beneath the slight frame of my best friend. Then she was gone, her bare feet shuffling quickly across the floor toward the bathroom.

Willow wound up passing out in my bed (as I knew she would) around one a.m. We had stayed up a little later than intended when she started asking all sorts of questions about what happened between Jensen and me that afternoon. That, of course, led to me telling her about us making out like a couple of horn-dogs on the living room couch.

I pulled myself out of bed and stretched. My side still hurt, but seemed to be getting better with each day that passed. When I heard the shower start, I stood from the bed and was just about to head out into the hall before I had a simply devilish idea. I removed the shorts I had worn to bed, leaving me in just Jensen’s shirt and my panties.

He was gonna flip.

Across the hall, I could see that Jensen’s bed was already made, and I was pretty sure I could hear him in the kitchen. I let myself into the bathroom—or, more accurately, I opened the door slightly and poked my head in before calling out for the person I
thought
was inside. Just to be safe.

“Willow?”

“Yup!”

“I’m just going to brush my teeth, okay?” I inquired, hoping I wasn’t being too intrusive.

After giving me the go-ahead, I stepped in and did my morning routine. Before leaving, I made sure my hair wasn’t too messy, but still looked like sex hair. You know, to give Jensen a taste of his own medicine.

I locked the bathroom door for Willow and made my way to the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, I pressed forward and found Jensen at the stove, flipping pancakes on the griddle. “Good morning,” I chirped as I moved behind him and headed for the fridge.

He didn’t turn around at first, keeping his eyes on breakfast. “Hey, how’d you sl”—I had just opened the fridge and leaned forward to look for something—I don’t know what, really. I just wanted my ass to show from the bottom of the shirt. I could tell by the way his pitch raised that he had looked—“eep?”

I stood up, grabbing the orange juice from the top shelf before turning to face him. “Mmmm,” I hummed seductively. “Sooo good.” The way his eyes devoured my bare legs thrilled me, and I smiled. “See something you like, Davis?”

“You could say that,” he managed to choke out, his voice raspy. I decided he needed to see a little more, so I moved toward the cupboard to grab a glass and reached up for one, the shirt riding up and showing a tiny peek of the side of my panties.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, moving to my side in an instant. When I felt his hand on the hem of my shirt, I moved back and slapped his hand playfully.

“Excuse you!” I cried, backing up until I hit the island.

Jensen continued to advance on me, a dangerously possessive look in his eyes that excited me. “You,” he growled, “are a liar, Madison.”

My pulse started racing through my veins and my legs trembled when he stopped within inches of my heaving chest. “W—what?” I asked, my voice trembling, and I reached behind me to hold the counter before I melted.

“You said you would be wearing my shirt and nothing else,” he reminded me, his finger looping into the side of my underwear and gently snapping them.

I swallowed thickly. “Well,” I said. “Willow was sleeping with me. Don’t you think that would have been a little inappropriate?”

His lips twisted up into a playful smirk as he gripped my hips lightly. “I suppose I could let it slide this time.” His fingers danced on my hips, and it wasn’t until I felt a breeze on the exposed skin of my ass that I realized what was happening; he was inching the shirt up slowly.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m going to check your bruises. Is that all right?” I nodded once and he proceeded.

I laughed. “You’d better hope my dad doesn’t walk through that door as you’re stripping me in our kitchen.”

Jensen glared at me. “You really know how to kill the mood, don’t you?”

“Just keeping you in line so you don’t get carried away as you so often do,” I teased.

“Me?” He moved to my left side and pushed the shirt up, grazing the side of my breast as he held it in place. “
You
attacked
me
, remember?” His thumb brushed my nipple, and I sighed, my eyes rolling back.

Jensen’s hands moved softly over my skin as he inspected my bruises. There was a part of me that was starting to wonder if this was just his way of getting me slightly naked and just claiming he was “inspecting” my injuries. The other part, though, was all
“Shut up! He’s getting you slightly naked!”
She won time and time again; she was a horny little bitch.

Jensen didn’t look for long—probably afraid that my father
would
make one of his unannounced morning visits—and replaced my shirt. “Well, it looks good. How does it feel?”

I moved my left shoulder around a little. “A little tight and it hurts when I move certain ways. But all-in-all, it’s not too bad.”

“Good. We should take you to see my mom next week. She can order another scan and we can see where you’re at,” Jensen suggested, turning back to his pancakes.

Taking a sip of my juice and grimacing as the taste soured from brushing my teeth, I moved to his side. “Chocolate chips don’t seem like a good breakfast staple, Jensen,” I scolded lightly as I reached out to pick at the pancake he placed on the empty plate.

“Hey now,” he reached out and grabbed my hand before I was successful in scoring a bite. “No picking.”

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and batted my eyes at him. “Not even if I was going to give you the first taste?” In truth, I wasn’t; but now that I had said it, it seemed like a really good idea. Or a bad one, depending on how you looked at it.

He didn’t release his grip on me, so I crossed my left hand over and tore a piece of the pancake off and held it up to his mouth. His eyes moved between mine and the warm, fluffy pancake I held out to him. It took less than a second before his lips wrapped around my fingers, causing me to inhale a small gasp.

I eyed my fingers, wet from Jensen’s tongue as it slid up them softly before he retrieved the pancake. As he chewed, I tried to tell myself that it was insane to think about never washing that hand again. He finally released my right hand, and I had just reached out to tear another small piece off for myself when he stopped me again.

“That’s not fair,” I told him, pouting like a three-year-old. “I shared.”

The way the right side of his mouth twisted up and his eyes sparkled alerted me that he wasn’t actually going to refuse me a bite. Holding my gaze, he reached over and tore a small piece off the pancake and held it out to me. It smelled delicious; sweet and fresh. Without looking away, I stepped into him, wrapped my hands around his wrist to hold his hand steady, and leaned forward to accept his offer.

I watched as his eyes darkened, and I licked my lips before wrapping them softly around the tips of his fingers, taking the warm pancake from him. He released a groan as I moved my mouth up his long, thick fingers suggestively, being sure to run my tongue along them.

Without warning, Jensen dropped the metal spatula to the floor and pulled me to him. His lips were on mine, kissing me deeply, devouring me. I stepped up onto my toes with a whimper, wrapping my arms around Jensen’s neck. He lifted me, my legs dangling between his as he walked me back to the island and set me on it.

Stepping forward, he nudged my legs, and I parted them, inviting him closer. I hooked my legs around his, and he held me close, his hands on my ass, groping, kneading. My hip pulsed forward, and I moaned when I felt his cock thicken against me. My hands slid down his neck and shoulders, stopping on his strong, muscular biceps and holding them tightly.

Jensen’s right hand came up and cupped my jaw. His fingers tangled in my hair as he held my face in place. The fingernails of his other hand bit into the flesh of my ass, inviting currents of pleasure to ripple through me. His fingers, strong and firm, slipped beneath the edges of my panties. He pulled me forward again until I was balanced on the very edge of the counter. His fingertips grazed the silky wet flesh between my thighs, and we both groaned together before he broke the kiss.

“What?” I asked breathlessly, confused about why he stopped.

Jensen licked his lips. His complexion was flushed, and his chest was heaving.

I could only imagine how I looked.

 “That was probably a bad idea,” he said, alluding to the pancake sharing. “You have company.”

My face blazed with heat. I couldn’t believe I’d momentarily forgotten about Willow. “Yeah. Sorry. Breakfast is good, though. If that’s any consolation.”

“Thanks. You should probably go and get dressed … just in case your dad stops by.”

I hopped off the counter, still extremely turned on and frustrated. Before leaving the kitchen, I kissed Jensen on the cheek. “One of these days, we’ll finish what we start,” I told him.

He chuckled, turning his head and kissing the tip of my nose. “You can count on it.”

 Willow and I crossed paths as I made my way back to the bedroom. She was fully dressed in jeans and a lacy black top, her hair and makeup done.

“Hey,” she said. “Breakfast smells good. Pancakes?”

“Chocolate chip,” I told her with a smirk before closing myself in my room to get ready. I grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and a purple shirt that hugged my figure. As I looked at the way my jeans fit, I decided that maybe investing in a few new pairs might not be so bad. These ones were more than a little worn in around my ass and thighs. Not very flattering.