Free Find Me by Cait Jarrod Page A

Heathercream. She loved the idea of running one of his stores. The popular ice cream was sure to be a hit and would help her father with his financial situations.
    They stopped in front of double doors leading to the weight room. He pushed on the lever, and it didn’t open. “Damn, it’s locked.”
    “Don’t you have the school keys?” She stuck her hands into both of his pockets.
    “I have a spare set, yes.” He shifted. “Careful. You think you’re gonna bust, try running with a hard on. It isn’t easy.”
    She wanted to drop to her knees and stroke his long, hard length, but pushed the urge aside and tugged out a set of keys. “Is it on here?”
    “Ah, yes.” He sighed, stuck it in the lock, and opened the door.
    She squinted through the dimly lit room at the line of weight benches, and spotted a pile of mats on one side. “There.”
    He pulled the door shut and locked it.
    They raced to the mats. She tossed her shoes to the ground, tugged his suit jacket and tie to the floor, and latched onto the buttons of his shirt.
    He managed to unzip the zipper at her side with one hand before she could get her suddenly clumsy fingers to cooperate. “Rip it.”
    “You can’t go back to the reunion with a torn shirt.”
    He chuckled. “The class nerd reappears in torn clothing with the woman of his dreams. The hell I can’t!” He grabbed the sides of his shirts and yanked. Buttons flew.
    “Oh my God, I’ve created a monster.” She laughed.
    “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He removed her dress and staggered.
    Wearing a low cut dress and forgetting to pack a strapless bra, she went braless. She stood before him in a black, lace g-string panty.
    “You’re absolutely spectacular.”
    His words turned her into a puddle of goo. “You, nerd-boy, need to strip.”
    With a quirk of his lips and his magnificent honey-whiskey eyes directed on her, he unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper as he toed off his shoes. His shirt and socks fell to the floor.
    His well-honed body didn’t portray a guy who sat in a lab or kept his nose in books. When he’d cuddled her in his arms, his hard torso couldn’t be missed, but this amazing specimen she didn’t expect. “Wow! You’ve been hiding behind your messy clothes.”
    “I don’t have messy clothes,” he said, sounding offended. He dropped his briefs and slid his hands around her hips until he cupped her naked butt cheeks. “Clothes are the last thing I want to talk about.” He dropped a kiss to her mouth, lowered to her neck.
    His chest slid across her hardened nipples and she melted, moaning and arching her back. Her breasts craved his attention. He obliged, slid his tongue over a nipple, and kissed it. Loving each breast until her legs went slack. He raised her so she straddled his waist, his length against her core. She groaned at the contact.
    He lowered her to the stack of mats and kissed her lips, her neck, breasts, and moved lower, sliding her panties down and off as he went. His tongue flicked her nub before diving into her.
    “Oh, wow, fucking wow!” She grabbed his hair and hung on. His tongue kept pace with each thrust of her hips. She exploded, and he stayed with her, right there, until her body stopped quivering.
    He picked up his pants and snatched a condom packet out of his wallet.
    She lifted onto her elbows. “For emergency?” Jealousy knocked at the idea of him carrying the protection to be with any woman.
    “I put it in my wallet for luck this morning.”
    “Good answer,” she cooed.
    As confident a man as she’d ever seen, he stood in front of her and rolled the condom over his impressive erection. So comfortable, as if they’d seen each other in these positions a million times.
    “Nah, you’re the one that’s good.” He slid up her body the way he went down, kissing and licking until his lips reached her mouth and the tip of him touched her core. Bracing his elbows on either side of her head, he slid his fingers through her