Benefits of Friendship (Black Mountain Bikers 1)

She stepped aside. “I’m sorry. Yes. Please. Some company would be great right now, actually.”

She shut and locked the door behind him, taking in his smell as she stepped close. If she was dreaming, she hoped it had a happy ending.

Turning, she was taken aback by the look in his eyes as they raked over her body. She had completely forgotten that she only wore a long, very thin t-shirt.

“You look gorgeous, Jazzy. I came to make sure you understand that I had nothing to do with whatever’s between you and the girls. The things I said were legit. I came on to you because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to for a while but you seem so unapproachable most of the time.” He made no move to sit; just stood there staring appreciatively at her body.

“I figured that out a little too late. I really am sorry that I blew up on you like that. I had no right at al

l.” It was nice that he was looking at her so hungrily, but it was making her a bit uncomfortable, too.

“No need to apologize. It was no one’s fault—least of all yours.” He finally made eye contact.

“Thanks. Would you like to sit?” She motioned to the sofa.

Gage moved into the living room and sat on the edge of the sofa.

“I’ll just go put on some more clothes. I wasn’t expecting company, obviously. There’s some Jaeger, if you want some.” Nervously, Jazmyn started toward her bedroom.

“Don’t put on any more clothes for me, Jazzy. Honestly, I prefer you just the way you are. I’d prefer you in less, actually.”

She stopped. Instantly her womanhood stirred to life and she lubricated. It was uncomfortable as she had on no panties. He wanted her naked. The thought of it made her skin tighten and her nipples harden.

Staring straight at her breasts, Gage said, “I’m not here to propose and I’m not here to use you. But you seem interested,” He nodded toward her chest where her nipples pushed against the thin cotton of her shirt. “and I’m for damn sure interested. We could please each other, Jazmyn. We could comfort each other. No strings attached. We don’t have to act any differently out in public or around our friends than we act now.” He stood and moved slowly toward her.

Yes, she could see that he was obviously interested. His erection bulged the front of his jeans nicely. “No strings? Only pleasure and comfort?” Men usually kicked at the very thought of their sex partner roaming around without some kind of commitment.

He shook his head. She noted that he had slipped out of his socks and shoes before standing up from the sofa. Another step toward her and he unbuttoned his jeans, slid down the zipper, and pushed the denims to the floor.

Her heart flipped and flopped like a fish on a hot riverbank.

He pushed down his shorts and stood before her fully erect. “If you aren’t interested, tell me no. I’ll leave you alone and no hard feelings.”

Her gaze was glued to his engorged member. He was so big. And he was hard for her. She needed him to fill her with pleasure and give her release. She was wet down an inch or more down the insides of her thighs.

Gage reached down and took hold of the hem of her shirt, pulling it slowly and gently up and over her head. He tossed it to the floor behind her and put his hands on her bare shoulders. “I’ll stop if you tell me to, but you have to tell me to stop, Jazmyn.”

She reached out and placed her hands on his chest, tilting her face up to his. “Don’t stop, Gage. Pleasure me; comfort me; no strings.”

As he pulled her to him, his erection pressed into the soft flesh of her stomach, she locked her hands behind his neck and they met in a deep, exploratory kiss that ended with both of them moaning and pressing toward each other.

Gage hooked a hand under each of her ass cheeks and as he lifted her, she spread her legs and pulled upward with her hands still locked behind his neck. As her wetness pressed against the shaft of his cock, he groaned and shivered.

“You’re definitely interested,” he said against her neck where he bit and nuzzled as he carried her toward the sofa. He sat with her still straddling him and maneuvered so he could push up and into her.

Jazmyn gave as much pleasure and comfort as she received. And, though there may not have been any strings attached, they lay tangled with each other, sleeping for several hours afterward. That was another form of pleasure and comfort which Jazmyn happily accepted.

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