Under My Skin (Skin Deep #2)

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He sat up and helped me, moving me to the side in order to shove his jeans down and off, and then barely having time to lie back again before I mounted him again, sliding that dripping wet part of me against his straining hardness. The tip of him slid along my folds, parting around the blunt head until he was nestled between them. I could feel his pulse thrumming along my clit, and it was driving me insane.

Without wasting another moment, I slid myself forward again until I felt the tip of him nudge against my opening, and then I was taking him deep, not stopping until I felt his balls slap against my ass.

“Jesus, Allie…” Jacks moaned. “Baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last…you feel too good…oh, God, Allie…”

“Just enjoy the ride, lover…yes…” I growled as I began moving on him. I didn’t bother moving up and down him; I wanted him to stay as deep as possible inside me. I began sliding myself back and forth, circling and rocking my hips against him, grinding my hips against his, which rubbed my clit perfectly against his pelvis. I braced my hands on his chest and arched my back, circling my hips faster and grinding harder against him until I imploded, feeling like every inch of myself was sucked into an abyss before exploding outward into a million pieces.

I screamed, long and loud, the sound wrenched from me as I felt Jacks follow me down, the hard column of him buried deep between my thighs spasming inside me, filling me up with his release.

I collapsed against his chest, panting heavily and peppering his chest, neck, and face with kisses. “Fucking hell, Jackson!” I panted. “I don’t think I can move.”

Jacks didn’t say a word, just wrapped his arms around me, holding me close against him. He was still buried deep inside me, but I could feel his hardness waning. I squirmed against him and smiled as I felt him jerk inside me, his breath coming out on a groan. “Oh, baby…don’t move yet. Give me a minute,” he mumbled.

We laid like that for a time, coming down from the heights we’d ascended, watching the shadows grow around us. Finally he kissed the top of my head and patted my ass, signaling that our private moment was coming to a close.

We got up and got dressed, cleaning up the picnic remains and returning to the car. I let Jacks drive again, and I loved that neither one of us could seem to stop touching the other all the way to my house.

When we pulled up and went inside, Brandon was sitting on the couch.

He smiled as I walked into the room, standing immediately and pulling me into his arms, kissing me thoroughly before asking, “Hey, baby. Did you have a good time on your date with Jacks?”

I nodded and hugged him back, meeting his kiss as he dipped his head toward me again. “Yeah, I finally saw his house…it’s going to be gorgeous!” I said, grinning over at Jackson when I said it.

“That’s cool,” Brandon said. “So, since tonight is Friday night, what do you guys say to going out and doing something?”

His face lit up like a little kid’s, but that’s just Brandon. He’s always excited, always finds the fun in everything. I really love that about him.

I shrugged and looked over at Jacks. “I don’t care. What do you think? We could call Emma and Luke and see if they want to go? Maybe hit up that new dance club that opened up a couple weeks ago?” I’m a sucker for dancing and, once you get a couple drinks in me, I could dance all night!

Jacks nodded, but I think he saw how antsy I got when we talked about going dancing, so he was good with whatever as long as it made me happy. Brandon saw the nod and grabbed his phone to call Luke. I wasn’t leaving it to chance, though, so I pulled out my phone and dialed Emma.

She answered on the second ring. “Hi, stranger! What’s up?” she asked. Then I heard her gasp. “Oh no, Allie, you are NOT calling to cancel out on me tomorrow. You absolutely HAVE to go with me because you have to find a dress for the wedding, and I have to find a dress for the wedding, and you have to be there because you’re my best friend, and Jenna is driving me nuts and…”

“Emma! Shut up!” I yelled into the phone, trying to stop her panicked tirade. “What the hell has gotten into you, chick? Of course I’m not calling to cancel!” I tried to soothe her, curious as to why she’s starting to freak out.

She took a deep breath and blew it out, directly into the mouthpiece of her phone and I laughed. “Geez, Em. Trying to turn me on blowing in my ear like that?” I teased.

“Allie…you’re a dipshit, you know that?” she asked, laughing.

“Yes, but you love me,” I replied. “Anyway, I was calling to see if you and Luke wanted to go down to that new club with us? I wouldn’t mind checking it out, and you know I love to dance! There’s some melon sours with your name on them…” I said in a sing-song voice to her.

She humphed. “Fuck melon sours…I need some liquid cocaine!” she exclaimed.

Ooh…that did sound good. “Well, I’d have to make a run to the liquor store on the way, but I’m okay with that. Alright, it’s on. Go get ready, I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick and get the guys moving. Yay! Party night!” I shrieked, purposely making myself sound like a ditzy ass valley girl.

She laughed, which is what I wanted, said okay, and hung up on me. I turned to Jacks and Brandon, who’d just hung up the phone from his own phone conversation with Luke, and told them, “Yup! They’re in. Get ready and we have to hit the liquor store up on the way to their house. Is that okay?”

They both nodded and said they’d get ready at Luke and Brandon’s house when we got there. Duh moment for me. They’d been at my house every night, so it completely slipped my mind that they wouldn’t have going out clothes at my house.

I hurried through a shower but took a little more time with my makeup after running some gel through my hair and spiking it up in the back. I’d let it grow out some in the front, so I smoothed the longer pieces around my face, my side-swept bangs dipping over my eye. Satisfied that I looked pretty good, I grabbed my black skinny jeans and a black and silver halter top from my closet, dressed quickly, and shoved my feet into my black peep toe stilettos before heading back into the living room where the guys were waiting.

When I walked into the room, Jackson and Brandon both sat up, their eyes raking up and down my body. Brandon let out a low wolf whistle and I smiled. “Ready?” I asked them.

They nodded and we headed out the door.

Chapter 5

We pulled up to the house to see Emma waiting on the front porch. I jumped out of the car and reached in to lug all of the various bottles of alcohol and fillers I’d bought to make the liquid cocaine. I turned to walk toward the house and before I could take a step, the bags were pulled from my fingers and the guys took off inside.

Shaking my head, I mounted the steps to stand beside Emma. “So, were you that anxious to see me? What are you doing out here?” I asked, smiling.

She scowled. “Waiting on Doug to finish. I swear to God, that dog purposely takes his time. Did I tell you he came home smelling like a fucking skunk again last week? It’s like he seeks them out and taunts them like, ‘hey guys! C’mon, spray me! The bitch at home LOVES taking tomato juice baths!’ And I think he has a girlfriend. There’s a little black lab that I saw chasing him the other day, but I don’t know where she came from or where she went. If he comes home with puppies in tow, I’m gonna castrate him!”