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Authors: Sandrine Gasq-Dion
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shitty boyfriend, I guess,” Jensen mused.
“No. I wouldn’t say that. The only time we ever fought was over your drug use.”
Jensen shifted uncomfortably on the chair and I changed the subject quickly.
“So, um, how’s your dad?”
“He moved to California. He plays golf a lot. How are your mom and dad?”
“Good. Retired and cruising the world.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“What about your brothers?”
“Still good. Making babies and getting married.”
I studied Jensen closely. He seemed uncomfortable. It was like a big hairy elephant was standing in the middle of the room and neither one of us wanted to acknowledge it. After all these years, I had Jensen Pratt right where I wanted him and I couldn’t bring myself to ask him what I really wanted to know.
“So.” We both said at the same time. We both nervously laughed and then Jensen’s eyes met mine. There was something there I hadn’t seen since we were together.
Longing.
I cleared my throat.
“So, tell me about the band and all your tours.”
That seemed to relax him and Jensen told me all about their first tour of the U.S. Turns out he’d been right by me in New York. I spent time all over the world trying to forget the one man that was currently sitting right in front of me.
“God, remember that night in the hot tub at my dad’s?” Jensen laughed.
“We tried to have sex. As I recall, it wasn’t very comfortable.” I chuckled.
“No. It wasn’t. We ended up at my mom’s, in my room.”
“Where I promptly hid under the bed until she went to sleep.”
“You spent a lot of time under my bed.”
“I spent a lot of time in it, too. You were like a sex machine; you could never get enough.”
“I couldn’t get enough of you, Serena.” Jensen said huskily.
Fuck. I was pretty sure my panties just got soaked. Was it sad that one look from Jensen would make me wet? Fuck it, I didn’t care. Jensen was across the room in the blink of an eye and I was pinned to the wall. I gasped as his leg slipped between my thighs and pushed up.
“You remember those nights, Serena? We couldn’t get enough of each other. I wanted you on any flat surface, any way I could get you.”
Jensen’s hands gripped my hips as he shoved his knee into my crotch. Some strange noise I haven’t made since the last time I was with Jensen rumbled out of me.
“Fuck I loved going down on you, the noises you made,” Jensen practically growled in my ear.
“Shut up,” I rasped, dragging his mouth to mine.
Jesus, it was an all-out feeding frenzy. Both of us scrambled to get the upper hand in a kiss so damn ferocious, I couldn’t breathe. Jensen’s mouth was just as talented as I remembered. Years of pent-up sexual frustration came pouring out of me and I grabbed Jensen’s dick through his jeans.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Jensen moaned, biting my bottom lip. “Want to taste you.”
His hands fumbled with the button on my jeans and I broke the kiss, pushing him back towards the couch. We fell on it, Jensen landed on top of me and snapped the button on my jeans. My back arched as he slipped a finger inside me.
“Jesus, Serena,” Jensen moaned against my lips. “So fucking wet.”
I tried to spread my legs further apart as Jensen finger-fucked me, I couldn’t get enough of his mouth or his touch. He withdrew his fingers and broke the kiss. I stared up at him as he slipped his fingers in his mouth.
Fuck that was hot.
“You taste so fucking good.”
Jensen pulled my jeans down past my ass and I grabbed his dick, stroking him through his jeans.
“Damn, your skin is still so fucking soft.”
“I missed your hands,” I groaned as Jensen grabbed my crotch, squeezing.
I unzipped Jensen’s jeans and pulled his throbbing cock out. We attacked each other again, both of us nipping and sucking on tongues. Jensen’s cock rubbed up against me and I gripped the nape of his neck, pushing for more friction.
“Want to be inside,” Jensen groaned in my
“No. I wouldn’t say that. The only time we ever fought was over your drug use.”
Jensen shifted uncomfortably on the chair and I changed the subject quickly.
“So, um, how’s your dad?”
“He moved to California. He plays golf a lot. How are your mom and dad?”
“Good. Retired and cruising the world.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“What about your brothers?”
“Still good. Making babies and getting married.”
I studied Jensen closely. He seemed uncomfortable. It was like a big hairy elephant was standing in the middle of the room and neither one of us wanted to acknowledge it. After all these years, I had Jensen Pratt right where I wanted him and I couldn’t bring myself to ask him what I really wanted to know.
“So.” We both said at the same time. We both nervously laughed and then Jensen’s eyes met mine. There was something there I hadn’t seen since we were together.
Longing.
I cleared my throat.
“So, tell me about the band and all your tours.”
That seemed to relax him and Jensen told me all about their first tour of the U.S. Turns out he’d been right by me in New York. I spent time all over the world trying to forget the one man that was currently sitting right in front of me.
“God, remember that night in the hot tub at my dad’s?” Jensen laughed.
“We tried to have sex. As I recall, it wasn’t very comfortable.” I chuckled.
“No. It wasn’t. We ended up at my mom’s, in my room.”
“Where I promptly hid under the bed until she went to sleep.”
“You spent a lot of time under my bed.”
“I spent a lot of time in it, too. You were like a sex machine; you could never get enough.”
“I couldn’t get enough of you, Serena.” Jensen said huskily.
Fuck. I was pretty sure my panties just got soaked. Was it sad that one look from Jensen would make me wet? Fuck it, I didn’t care. Jensen was across the room in the blink of an eye and I was pinned to the wall. I gasped as his leg slipped between my thighs and pushed up.
“You remember those nights, Serena? We couldn’t get enough of each other. I wanted you on any flat surface, any way I could get you.”
Jensen’s hands gripped my hips as he shoved his knee into my crotch. Some strange noise I haven’t made since the last time I was with Jensen rumbled out of me.
“Fuck I loved going down on you, the noises you made,” Jensen practically growled in my ear.
“Shut up,” I rasped, dragging his mouth to mine.
Jesus, it was an all-out feeding frenzy. Both of us scrambled to get the upper hand in a kiss so damn ferocious, I couldn’t breathe. Jensen’s mouth was just as talented as I remembered. Years of pent-up sexual frustration came pouring out of me and I grabbed Jensen’s dick through his jeans.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Jensen moaned, biting my bottom lip. “Want to taste you.”
His hands fumbled with the button on my jeans and I broke the kiss, pushing him back towards the couch. We fell on it, Jensen landed on top of me and snapped the button on my jeans. My back arched as he slipped a finger inside me.
“Jesus, Serena,” Jensen moaned against my lips. “So fucking wet.”
I tried to spread my legs further apart as Jensen finger-fucked me, I couldn’t get enough of his mouth or his touch. He withdrew his fingers and broke the kiss. I stared up at him as he slipped his fingers in his mouth.
Fuck that was hot.
“You taste so fucking good.”
Jensen pulled my jeans down past my ass and I grabbed his dick, stroking him through his jeans.
“Damn, your skin is still so fucking soft.”
“I missed your hands,” I groaned as Jensen grabbed my crotch, squeezing.
I unzipped Jensen’s jeans and pulled his throbbing cock out. We attacked each other again, both of us nipping and sucking on tongues. Jensen’s cock rubbed up against me and I gripped the nape of his neck, pushing for more friction.
“Want to be inside,” Jensen groaned in my