Page 22 of Jaz
Chapter Seven
The coffee woke him. He reached out and found emptiness beside him. How long had she been gone? Jaz opened his eyes. Bright sunlight streamed in through dark purple sheers. He glanced around, everything coming into focus.
The walls were a very light purple, almost the same shade as the tattoo on her shoulder. He smiled at the memory of inking her. Had it only been a few short hours ago?
There were no pictures and the furniture wasn’t too feminine, though the crystal drawer pulls and doorknobs gave him pause.
He stretched. The bed protested under his weight and his feet hung off the end. They needed to go to his place tonight to sleep.
Tonight. After 11:59 p.m. Would she want to spend the night with him? Would she want to see him after this? Because he sure as hell wanted to see her. He’d gotten a taste of his fantasy and he wasn’t ready to give her up yet. They’d fucked, they’d played and teased, they’d talked, they’d shared pancakes. And she was making coffee. It was so much like dating. Without any awkwardness. He hadn’t planned it like that. Nothing at all about the events leading up to him being in her bed had been. Everything just … happened. Being with Mandi was so smooth, so easy.
The way she walked, talked, smiled, laughed, moaned, gasped. The way she creamed so sweet and hot for him. The way she slid into comfort with her nakedness, with his. The way she fit against his body and the way she fit is cock …
The word “right” screamed and blinked in blinding neon in his mind. Part of him was hesitant to go there and part of him couldn’t help it. He wasn't searching, looking or thinking about finding a woman. His friends had found them and Jaz was happy for them, but he wasn’t in a hurry to meet anyone. Besides, Mandi had only been a fantasy.
But then, Jackie called and everything changed. She hinted that Mandi had a birthday coming up and that she had a crush on him. Jaz jumped on it. All bets were off. He was going after her and the timing, couldn’t have been more perfect than a birthday. Jackie agreed and the plan was set in motion.
Except, instead of one night, he wanted to keep her.
His heart thumped hard at the notion, but he didn’t take it as panic or uncertainty or fear. It was excitement.
Oh yeah, it was so on.
Jaz flipped back the sheet and slid his legs over the side of the bed. He stood, stretched again and padded naked into the bathroom. A few minutes later he emerged and went in search of his woman. Naked.
Possession. His. The thought thrilled him. He had to contain his thrill long enough for her to catch up, though.
She stood at the kitchen counter. Or rather bent over the kitchen counter. Her head rested on her crossed arms. Her feet crossed at the ankle.
And she was naked, too.
She wanted to have sex face-to-face, but how in the hell did she expect him to live up to his end of that bargain when she looked so delectable in her current position?
He couldn’t decide if he should clear his throat to alert her or say hello softly so as not to startle her. What he wanted to do was slide up behind her, run his hands up her sides and under her to cup her perfect, heavy tits in his palms. He wanted to urge her to turn around so he could put her on top of the counter and slip his cock inside her while they waited for the coffee to finish.
And then he heard the snore. She’d fallen asleep. He held the chuckle inside and walked over to her. A light hand to her back and her breathing didn't even alter at his touch. He’d never seen anything so cute.
He picked her up in his arms, and she purred, curling into his chest. The coffee would have to wait. After laying her in bed, he pulled the sheet up over her and went to take a shower.
The shower woke him up, and by the time he got out, he was hoping she was awake, but one look out the door … She hadn’t moved a muscle.
He needed a change of clothes. And to take the load of towels in his car to his place and throw them in the wash. There were more than enough clean ones at the shop, but he was a bit anal, which drove everyone around him nuts. Why wait until the last minute when you could do it now? He got that part from his foster parents and part from jail. When either one said jump, they meant right then, not when he felt like it.
His jeans and t-shirt on, he hunted down his shoes in the mess of clothes at the foot of the bed. He didn’t bother putting them on, just grabbed them up and went in search of a piece of paper and a pen. In a basket by the fridge, he found both. Jotting a note to Mandi, he made sure to tell her he’d be back after he ran home and then to Katz to pick up her car. It’d been sitting there all night and he didn’t want to leave it the rest of the day.
He checked on her one more time. She was still asleep. Her face pillowed under her hand, and that little snore curled warm and deep in the pit of his stomach. Unable to resist, he walked over and brushed his lips against her temple. One night with her had flipped him inside out and he had to have more …
He grabbed her keys from the little hook by the door and made a quick exit before he decided to strip and climb on top of her. The inside of his car smelled like her and sex. His cock caught a whiff too and protested leaving the warm and very willing woman inside the house. The sooner he left, the sooner he’d be back.
Backing out of her drive, his first stop was his own place. It took less than ten minutes, and not much more to change into some other clothes and brush his teeth, shave. On his way back out, he grabbed his bag of drumsticks from the spare room. He would need them later.
Next stop was the shop. He needed to check in and remind them he wouldn’t be working today. He might own the place, but usually they were open, he was there. But not today.
His last stop before heading back to Mandi’s was Katz. He’d asked Dallon to meet him there to pick up Mandi’s car and drive his back. Dallon’s place wasn’t too far fromKatzand he had agreed to help out.
When Jaz pulled into the employee parking area, only two vehicles were sitting there. One was Dallon’s truck. It was never mistaken for anyone else’s, what with the flames of hell painted all over the tailgate. The other one though … “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Dallon asked, coming up beside him.
