Jagged Edge

“Oh fuck.” His hips rock forward, his cock fucking my mouth. “Damn. Oh God.”

Then he’s coming, his curses turning into a long moan, his release pulsing through the condom. I mouth his cock until it softens and he’s gasping and pulling away. Then I draw back, reluctantly releasing my own dick.

Wiping a hand over my mouth, I start to get my feet under me, when he reaches down and clasps my hand, pulling me up.

And when I stagger, he steadies me. His hands close over my bare shoulders, heavy and hot. His mouth is an inch away, but he makes no move to kiss me. Those eyes… fuck. I can’t stop looking into them.

“Fuck me,” I blurt out. “Please.”

Jesus fucking Christ, I’ve gone around the bend.

He narrows those pretty eyes at me. “You telling me you want it?”

He glances down at my dick. It never got fully hard, and even now it still doesn’t look excited at the prospect, though it’s throbbing with need.

“Yeah, I do.” And I think, what the hell. It’s more money, so why not? “Got any lube?”

“Hey.” He lifts a hand to my face, frowning. “Wait.”

“What for?” He’s hardening again already, his cock pressing into my hip, and his eyes have gone so dark they’re almost black. He wants it. So why is he hesitating?

“Thing is,” he says, “I don’t think you really want it, Jase.”

A chill streaks through my body. Suddenly I wanna slap his handsome face. I lean in, stare him dead in the eye. “Thing is, Raine, I like being fucked. Hard. Just for the fun of it.” I lift a brow. “And it’s Jason, not Jase.”

He’s scowling now. “Got it. Still don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“What’s the matter? Too embarrassed to fuck a whore? What would you—”

His mouth brushes over mine, soft and warm, stealing my breath, my words. Silencing me. His fingers tighten on my jaw, stroking down my neck, while his other hand slides around my waist, pulling me up against him.

Undoing me yet again as he holds me like this, so carefully, so tightly.

I break away, panting, disoriented, turned on as fuck—and scared shitless. Damn, I should really get the fuck outta here. But then he strokes my neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my back.

And I can’t take it anymore. I jerk back. “What the fuck,” I gasp, furious at my weakness, “are you doing to me?”

Chapter Seventeen

Raine

“Jason.” I raise my hand to his face, but he slips from under my fingertips, stumbling away.

He shakes his head, a jerky movement, eyes flashing with something like fear. “Stop this shit.”

“What shit?”

“Playing at… at being boyfriends or something.”

The fuck. What does he want me to do, punch him and rape him? “I want you to have a good time, too.”

“Don’t, okay?” He lifts a finger, dark eyes flashing. “It’s not about me. Stop making it about me. Fuck me, use me, do whatever you want with me, beat me”—his voice cracks—“but stop this circus.”

“Dammit, Jase. Jason.” I reach for him again. “I’m not pretending, or lying. I really want you.”

And then I stop myself. What the hell am I doing?

“Fuck,” he hisses, “I can’t, damn you. Keep the fucking money, I can’t. I can’t.”