The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(16)

Jessica knows I sleep around. Jessica and I are nothing but late night booty calls to one another. We’re not serious and don’t have a label on what we are. But, even so, I still find myself coming back to her, always thinking of her. I can’t for the life of me f*cking figure out why. I’ve slept with a bunch of girls; I can hardly remember any of them, and for damn sure, I forget their names. But I’ve never forgotten mine and Jessica’s first time, or any other time after that.

It was at the club about six months after she came back from playing the grieving wife. She seemed reluctant to my advances, as if she wore a repellent to my charm. That night the club had some random party and she actually stayed. I finally broke through her defenses.

“It’s so loud in here!” Jessica yelled, her forehead creased with little wrinkles as she looked around at the club. She was sexy as hell, wearing a tight black long shirt, some cut-off shorts, and sneakers. Every time she bent over, my eyes darted between her cleavage and her ass like a Ping-Pong ball.

“You wanna get out of here?” I yelled back, leaning into her so she could hear me. She nodded, causing her blonde hair to fall in front of her face, her cute nose scrunched up. I grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowd of people before she changed her mind.

As soon as we got outside, it was near silent. The only thing you could hear were crickets chirping within the depths of the darkness the street lamps glow didn’t reach. There was nobody around; everyone was in the club, leaving just Jessica and me standing out front of the building.

“You wanna go for a ride?” I asked her, nodding toward my bike. She looked over at my ride, her eyes widened, and lips parted as she took in my motorcycle.

“I don’t know,” she sputtered, looking up at me under her thick eyelashes.

“Come on, just a short one,” I encouraged, my chin raised and eyes at half-mast as I persuaded her.

She laughed, her mouth turning into the cutest f*cking smile I had ever seen on a woman. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at me. Adorable little dimples forming below her cheeks.

“Just a short one,” she breathed heavily, biting her bottom lip as she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her cut-off shorts. God f*cking help me. This woman was going to bring me to my knees.

I smirked and grabbed her hand.

“I’ll give you one hell of a ride,” I remarked, my smirk turning into a wolfish grin.

“Oh, I have no doubt that you will.” She dragged me toward my bike.

Heading toward the ocean, her arms wrapped around my waist and her fingers trailed along my abs as she took in the passing buildings. I couldn’t help the f*cking smirk that slipped across my face, the feeling of her on my bike and her arms around me was thrilling. Jessica was different. The way she drove me wild, I couldn’t help but feel on cloud f*cking nine at that moment that she was finally giving into me. I pulled back on the throttle a little, a cocky smile taking over my smirk. I knew she’d give in eventually.

I rode us under a wooden bridge with the beach and ocean feet away. Throwing my jacket down on the sand, I turned toward her. Taking me by surprise, she jumped in my arms and clung to me.

Pulling away briefly, she leaned in and kissed me, her soft mouth taking mine with a passion I had yet to experience. I had made love to girls, at least I thought I had, but never had that unspoken connection like I did with Jessica. Until that kiss, I never really knew what I was missing. Kissing a woman before was nothing compared to the way Jessica’s mouth and mine connected. Her lips fitted against mine perfectly. The way my gut fluttered with excitement when her tongue tasted mine was an experience I wanted to experience over and over again. She consumed me.

She pulled from our kiss leaving me breathless, and walked a few feet away. Mesmerized, I watched on as she pulled her top above her head, revealing her naked tits. Knowing she hadn’t been wearing a bra made my mouth instantly go dry, thirsty for her. She looked down at herself, and then peered up at me nervously. Her hands slid over her abdomen reaching the buttons on her shorts, unbuttoning them, and lowering them down her long legs.

Unable to resist any longer, I leaned in and tucked my hand behind her neck pulling her toward me.

“You are so f*cking gorgeous,” I whispered, looking her body over.

She released a soft laugh, causing me to smirk. I lowered my hand, feeling her warmth behind my palm. The soft touch making my dick swell with eagerness. My hand slid further down her shoulders onto her back, feeling rough grooves. I frowned, and looked over her shoulder finding her beautiful body marred with scars.

“What the f*ck?” I questioned, trying to turn her so I could get a better look.

“It’s nothing.” She shrugged my hand off her, and crossed her arms, trying to hide her body. She reached down and grabbed her top, pushing her arms through its sleeves. I felt my chest seize as she tried to hide, to end what we just started.

“Whoa, whoa.” I grabbed her shirt and pulled it from her.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Bobby,” she huffed.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” I agreed. I slid my hand under her chin lifting her face up to look at me.

“You are f*cking beautiful. Don’t ever feel ashamed of your body. Ever.”

I pulled her arms away from her body and caressed her breasts. Hissing between my teeth at their firmness. Her body instantly reacted to my touch, causing her to wrap her arms around me, whispering my name. I lowered her onto my jacket slowly, pulling my shirt above my head as she made herself comfortable. When our eyes met, I knew I was done for. She looked at me with such reliance, like I was her world. Everything around us was black and white, and standing still. Nothing mattered but us.