Page 29 of Chasing Mr. December

Did men say that anymore? Don’t read into this, Quinn. He probably knows exactly what women want to hear.

“Yes.” My answer is so breathy I’m not certain it’s audible. Yet he sits up, removing his shirt and unbuckling his pants. I pray I won’t pass out by the sheer ecstasy of it all before this is over.

Once he’s naked, he carefully removes my clothes and looks down at me with one strong hand fisted around the base of his thick cock. I gulp as he gives it a firm tug. Yep, this sight alone might make me faint.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

How is this happening?

I blink back the tears. Don’t get ahead of yourself, Quinn. Stay in the moment. If nothing else, once he leaves, you’ll always have this.

Jason reaches for his pants, retrieving his wallet, and withdrawing a condom. I watch as he dons it with an ease I prefer not to consider. His attention returns to me, his hands dusting from my shoulders, over my breasts, my belly, and thenteases back and forth over my achy, swollen center. All the while, the moonlight bounces off of his firm pecs, highlighting the beautiful ink adorned there. Jason Bristow is an Adonis. It was one thing to imagine it. But there’s no denying it now.

“God, you’re so wet.” He dips a finger inside and his head drops back in a groan.

Reaching forward, I wrap my hand around his shaft, but he quickly lifts it off of him. I don’t have time to feel offended. “I’m not going to last long once I’m inside this sweet pussy, baby. I’m having to picture Baxter in his tightie whities to keep from blowing my load just looking at you.”

“Oh, my god.” I snort.

He drops back down for a slow, sensual kiss before lining himself up and slowly gliding inside. My legs instinctively wrap around him, and I dig my nails into his firm ass as I adjust to his size. He’s much bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. But then again, they were mere college boys. Nothing like this man.

He slowly rocks his pelvis, inching forward until he’s completely filled me. Holding me tight against him, we lie like this for a few glorious moments before he kisses me again. He steals my breath as he starts to thrust his hips back and forth. As the spring starts to tighten within me, he pushes up on his arms, allowing his hips to rock more quickly. The sight is nothing short of erotic. His sensual movements are like pure porn.Yes, I’d watched when I was lonely and needy on occasion. Who hasn’t?Butnever in my wildest dreams did I think any man would ravage my body in the same way. My experiences have been limited to fumbling in the dark, followed by a quick one-sided finish.

Yet that was definitely not happening here.My thighs start to tighten as his pace picks up, his cock dragging against a spot inside me I didn’t know existed.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” he groans above me. “You’re so fucking warm and wet. I never knew anything could feel this damn good.” The look of rapture on his face is as much of a turn on as his magic hips. He starts to come unhinged, and I dig my nails in a little deeper, preparing to fall off the edge. “Oh, Quinn. Baby, you’re going to make me come.”

“Oh, god,” I cry out as white spots cloud my vision. My body shudders as the most intense orgasm of my life slams into me.

“Quinn,” my name on his lips sounds like a prayer as he stills, pulsing into me. Moments later, his body collapses onto mine, the weight of him delicious. Rolling onto his side, he gathers me into his arms as my body again is seized by trembling of epic proportion. Looking down at me with concern, I simply shake my head.

“I’m not cold.”

He chuckles as we hold each other in the moonlight. I know this night will soon have to come to an end. I’ll replay it over and over in the days, months, and years to come. Hopefully, I’ll avoid over analyzing it. Second guessing everything. Questioning his playboy status after reveling in his skilled love making.

Just enjoy this.Whatever happens, you had tonight.

Chapter 19

Quinn

Tomorrow is the big day. I’m so full of nervous energy, I’m like a kid hopped up on candy and ice cream. I can’t stop pacing. Maybe I’ll go for a run to expel some of this anxiety fueled restlessness.

Grabbing my running shoes, I decide to head toward one of my favorite places along the beach. There’s a wide expanse of sand alongside a craggy cliff. The area is great for running, as you can enjoy the sights and sounds of the surf without running on overly wet sand.

Once there, I quickly get in the zone. In no time, I’ve run farther than usual, my mind flicking between concerns for every possible scenario tomorrow and the fact that Jason’s days here are numbered.

I slow down, deciding I should save my energy for my return trip to the car and bend to stretch out my legs momentarily whenI feel my left calf tighten. Starting back at a slower pace, to no avail, the cramp in my calf worsens, bordering on painful. Jeez, I probably didn’t drink enough water with all the running around I’ve been doing.Ouch. The pain intensifies, forcing me to limp. Man, why hadn’t I brought my water bottle? At this rate, I’ll make it back to my car by New Year’s.

Out of the blue, I hear my name, but don’t see anyone when I look about. I’m all alone here.Am I hallucinating? I did eat today, didn’t I?

“Quinn, you okay?” I look up to see Jason running over. I have no idea where he came from, but my discomfort must be evident from a mile away.

“Yeah. Just a cramp. I’ll shake it off in a—”

Before I can finish my sentence, he’s lifted me up into his arms, carrying me toward the bluff above. I assume that’s where he was perched when he saw me limp by. What are the odds?

“This is one of my favorite spots,” he admits. “I like to sit here with mother nature. Get still, when there’s too much commotion in my head. It’s probably why I love Sycamore Mountain so much. She’s all around me there.”

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