Jase (MMA Bad Boys Book 3) (9 page)

“It’s happened to you before, hasn’t it.” Jase states this rather than asking it as a question. I guess he can read the look on my face, it’s not easy to not show emotion when thinking about that time in my life. The pang of hurt in my chest makes my heart miss a beat and I shake my head to rid it. Nothing is fucking ruining my date with this hunk. Nothing.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now. I want to enjoy my time with you.” I give him a warm smile and lift my glass, noticing the slight shake in my hand. Jase notices too and a look of concern flashes across his face. Smiling, I tilt my head back and drain the glass.

“Okay. So… What do you do in your free time? I already know about your job,” Jase asks, genuinely interested. Makes a change for a guy to not think about himself whilst on a date.

“I read a shit load of books, review them and run a successful blog. I enjoy what I do, helping authors to get their names out there. Makes me feel like I’m making a difference, ya know?” My hands are animated as I tell him about my passion.

“That’s pretty fucking cool, princess. So you’re pretty brainy then, with the job you do and reading tonnes. I like a brainy, intelligent woman.” Jase’s eyes twinkle and my smile widens on my face, hurting the shit out of my cheeks.

“Good to know. You fight right? MMA?” I already know this but I haven’t heard it from the horse’s mouth yet.

“Did your research on me I see.” He chuckles lightly. “Yeah, I fight in the MMA circuit but obviously not full time. A couple of fights a week. Brings in a shit load of cash.” MMA seems to be something he loves. “But, I’m a full time firefighter. Since I was a kid, I wanted to be a hero and save the world. I can’t quite do that but it gives me a sense of purpose and I love my job, except your brother of course.”

“I’m so sorry you had to witness that. He’s not usually like that around other people, only when it’s just us two.” I hold my hand to stop him from talking because I can see he was about to say something. “No, it’s not an excuse. What he’s been doing is totally wrong and I know that. I just didn’t want to lose the last bit of family I have. Dad practically trained him to be a twat, they’re both similar in many, many ways. There’s a damn good reason I don’t speak to my ‘rents anymore.”

“You don’t speak to them at all?” His surprise is clear in his voice.

“Not everyone has perfect parents, I’m just the good apple from a very bad tree.” I sigh, I miss my mum but she was so far under my dad’s thumb that she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, defend me and that’s what hurts the most.

“I don’t see mine much anymore, either. They moved back to California once I left school. They gave me money to get my house so I had somewhere to call my own. They didn’t really want to leave, I know that deep down, but my grandparents had gone downhill and needed caring full time.” The sadness in his eyes makes me reach across the table to grab his hand, rubbing small circles on the top of his hand to show my support.

“At least you can still speak to them though right? And they visit?” I’m learning so much about him that I kinda feel a bit pissed that food comes right at that moment.

The dishes are placed in front of us and the scowl on the Maître d’s face has me wanting to make a complaint. What happened to a ‘service with a smile’?

She walks away without asking or saying anything more and I glare at her receding back. Rude bitch. We tuck into our starter, silently at first as we enjoy the good food before he finally replies, “Yeah, we facetime a couple of times a week and they visit on holidays and I go there for thanksgiving. It’s not the same now but they’re getting older and want to spend their lives on the golden coast.”

“What about your grandparents?” I think I already know the answer but it slips out before I have a chance to think about it.

“They died two years after my parents moved back there. A couple of months between each other. They were both ninety-seven years old and they had an amazing life.” He doesn’t look up at me but continues to gaze down at his food.

I let him sit there in silence as we finish off our starters, letting him control himself because I can tell the effect it had on him when his grandparents passed away. I know that feeling all too well. I had the support of mine, they were practically all I had left except for Dan, they left the world last year and it still hurts to this very day.

“I can’t wait to take you back to mine after this,” Jase mumbles from across the table. My head shoots up and my eyes land on his. They’re filled with lust as his eyes drop to my tits and back up. “You look edible in that dress, Frankie.” I squeeze my thighs shut and my toes curl in my heels, my pulse races and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. I can hear the promises in his voice and his eyes tell me how much he wants me right now. The feeling is totally mutual.

Back in the limo after what has to be the best evening I’ve ever had, I slump back and rub my belly. “Damn, I have a fucking food baby right now.”

Jase’s rumbling laughter fills the back of the limo, drowning out the classical music coming through the speakers. “Don’t worry, princess. We’re going to have a rather sensual work-out when we get back.” His wink and dimple makes my panties ready to disintegrate and I’m pretty sure I let a moan slip through my lips.

I’m unable to form a single word and just stare at him with heated cheeks. He really knows how to make a girl go from zero to sixty in less than a minute. My ovaries are quivering and my belly flutters. The alcohol is probably fuelling most of my desire because no woman can be this turned on with just a few words. Okay, so it’s not just his words that are killing me but it’s him in general.

“I wish I wasn’t so gentlemanly, because I really want to fuck you raw right now.” And when you think he can’t say anything sexier, he goes and does it and my legs clench together, trying desperately to relieve the unbearable ache that’s growing between my legs. “I can pretty much smell your arousal.” His mouth inches closer to mine and my lips part, wanting them just that little bit closer.

Time seems to stand still as we stay in limbo, eyes staring into the other and lips parted with anticipation. Fuck, this guy is going to ruin me. I can feel it in my bones. His unique smell of musky male and cologne drifts up my nose and I sigh in bliss. I don’t think anyone has ever smelt so fucking good.

“Are you going to just hover there, or give me a taster in what’s to come?” I whisper, my voice has deserted me and I don’t think I’m capable of talking above a whisper.

“You’ll be the one coming tonight, screaming my name as my cock buries itself deep inside you. Are you ready for me again, sugar?” His breath smells of champagne but it’s faint. My breaths are coming in pants and my lashes flutter over my cheeks. I could easily come just from hearing the dirty words he’s so damn good at speaking. Now I’m definitely unable to speak a word, lust has taken over my body in a way I’ve never felt, not that I’ve been with other men because I haven’t but even by BOB – my battery operated boyfriend – can’t bring out this euphoric yet frustrating feeling.

His calloused hands run up the inside of my thigh and my legs just flop open of their own accord. It seems I have no shame when this turned on. His lips touch mine in a soft, sensual, kiss just as his hand reaches my lady garden; which has no grass by the way. The feelings make me jolt in my seat and I cling to the lapels of his suit jacket in a tight grip.

My mouth falls open to let in more air and he slips his tongue in, dancing circles with my own. His fingers pull aside the scrap of material between my legs and presses against my clit. A languid moan sounds around the back of the limo, realising quickly that is was me that made the sound. Shit, the driver will hear me if I don’t shut the fuck up. Kinda hard though, when someone’s playing with your bits.

“God, I want to be buried so deep inside your cunt that you’ll feel it next week,” he mumbles into my mouth. My vagina gushes at the words and he thrusts a finger inside, quickly followed by a second. Goddamn, that’s too fucking good. I’m already on the edge, ready to tumble but I hold back, not wanting to scream when there’s other ears that can hear me. It’s fucking hard though, especially when he curls his fingers to reach that spot deep inside me that is practically a fucking button to my orgasm.

“Come for me, don’t worry about the driver, he has headphones in.” He winks at me as he pulls his head back to watch my face. He does the movement with his hand again and there’s no stopping the orgasm from exploding. I cry out his name as my hands hold his jacket tighter, my face scrunches up and my eyes squeeze shut as I bask in the euphoria raining down on me. Holy fucking shit. That’s all I have running in my head right now. That and, damn he’s good with his fingers.

He pulls his hand away and up to his face where he licks his fingers clean and I swear to fucking God, I have a mini orgasm at that alone. Our hard breathing is all that can be heard in the vehicle, except for the music playing in the background, and I shut my legs and enjoy the little aftershocks that shake my body. I must look a complete hot mess, I’m sweating profusely and I can just imagine the state of my hair and make-up.

“You’ve never looked so beautiful, Frankie.” His voice in my ear makes my body shiver and again my eyelids flutter closed. The American accent is my new favourite accent, I swear.

“Wait, did I say something out loud? Or are you reading my mind again?” I look at him with a confused expression and he chuckles.

“You spoke out loud, babe. But you don’t look a mess. You’re so fucking hot right now that I’m barely controlling the urge to sink into your pussy.” My cheeks heat and he strokes a hand down my face. “I love it when you blush.”

“You seem to make that happen enough times.” I laugh as his lips twitch. I hope we’re almost close to his because me and him have some serious catching up to do in the bedroom.

The vehicle lurches to a stop and Jase turns his head to look out of the tinted windows. “We’re here, let’s go.”

He opens the door before the chauffeur does and pulls me out with him. He does it so quickly that I’m pretty sure I flash my gash to the couple that walked past who were openly staring at the limo.

I wave to the man who drove us and he tilts his head in acknowledgement. I’m pulled up the stone steps and rub my arms as he unlocks the door, once again dragging me along behind him. I walk into the living room by myself as he secures the door and admire his home. It’s super masculine but damn nice as well. The plasma screen TV makes me roll my eyes and think, ‘boys and their toys’. I don’t have any time to peruse the rest of the room though because I’m over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift in the blink of an eye. “What the fuck, Jase? A little warning would have been grand!” I exclaim, smacking his arse.

“What would be the fun in that?” He chuckles, reciprocating with a hard slap to my exposed backside.

“Ow, you fucker!” I pummel my small fists on his bum as he carries me through the house. After eating so much food, I’m surprised I don’t puke all down his nice suit as I bobble up and down on his shoulder. He throws me on the bed and crawls between my legs, kissing his way from my thighs to my cleavage and the berating I was about to give him dies in my throat.

My skin is hyper aware of his lips and my hairs on my arms are standing up. My thong is again drenched in my juices because I know it won’t be long until I have his monster dick buried in me. I close my eyes and soak up the pleasure as he frees my boobs from the confining dress.