Free One More Shot (Hometown Players #1) by Victoria Denault Page B

mine, except her legs, which are still bent on either side of my hips, and I put my hands on her ass to push her into me again. She lets out this crazy hot little sigh and I worry I might come in my pants.
    Desperate to touch her skin, my hands find their way under her sweatshirt. She rocks again on my lap and moves her hands down my sides and under my shirt. I wrap a hand around her back and flip her so she’s on her side beside me on her bed, and I break the kiss to press my lips to that spot just under her earlobe—the spot she liked my lips on last time. As soon as I suck the tender flesh into my mouth, she reaches for the front of my jeans.
    “Jordy…” she sighs, popping my button as I do the same to her.
    My fingers find their way quicker than hers and before I know it, I’m slipping through her slick folds and pushing a finger into her. She arches her back a little and whispers my name again as her fingers push into my underwear and find the tip of my cock. The gentle contact and the feel of her wetness brings a heat to my balls and stars to my eyes. How can she make me want to come so quickly? It’s insane. It’s scary.
    “We can’t. Not now,” she says, but her she moves her hand deeper into my underwear and presses me into her palm as she curls her fingers over me.
    “I know,” I agree, and push another finger into her warm, wet pussy. She squeezes me in return.
    My thumb rubs over the area above her opening and she bucks into my hand and gasps so I do it again. With every push of her hips her hand, wrapped around my cock, pulls and pushes, creating an incredible friction. We start to develop a rhythm, and in a few minutes I know I’m going to lose it. And I think she is too because she’s wetter and her skin is hotter and she’s panting against my neck.
    “Jordy…oh god, I’m…”
    “Yes. God. Yes. Do it. Please,” I beg, and my orgasm starts to crawl through my body, gaining momentum as it rumbles toward its exit. And for the first time in my life I try to fight it, wanting her to have one first.
    “I’m…” She presses her open mouth to mine instead of finishing the sentence, and with her tongue in my mouth we both climax.
    Her body goes limp on the bed beside me, her mouth falling away from me and resting on her arm. Her other hand stays in my jeans still loosely holding me. I slip my hand out of her underwear and she shudders a little. I wrap it around her back, pull her closer and rest my palm on her perfect ass.
    “Jordan, I…”
    There’s a loud knock on my door and before we can even move, the door swings open.
    “Jordy, are you done packing beca—” My mother freezes, her mouth hanging open midsentence.
    Jessie and I are frozen. My mother’s eyes sweep over Jessie’s back, pausing at my hand on the ass of her jeans, and then they sweep up to find my guilty, terrified face. She blinks and steps back out of the room, closing the door behind her.
    Jessie, suddenly unfrozen, scurries off the bed, back over toward the window. Worried she’s going to climb right back out and break her neck, I grab her by the shoulders. Her hands cover her face.
    “Oh God, Jordy, now your mom thinks I’m a whore!”
    I laugh, and it comes out higher and louder than my normal laugh because of the fear and adrenaline running through my veins. I try to hug her again but she squirms away, realizes her pants are undone and rushes to do them up.
    “She didn’t see anything but my hand on your ass, don’t worry,” I assure her, but I’m worried she may have also seen Jessie’s hand in the front of my jeans.
    Jessie covers her face with her hands again.
    “My mom loves you like a daughter,” I quietly assure her. “If anyone is on her shit list for this, it’s me.”
    “I’m so embarrassed,” she whispers as there is another knock at the door.
    “I’m coming in!” Luc’s voice booms, and the door slowly creaks open. His head pokes in, eyes closed and then he opens one eye.
    “Just