[chapter thirty-three]
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~Jasmine's POV~
Recipe for a perfect afternoon off: riding a motorcycle down twisty country roads away from the world, racing your guy every chance you get, then stopping in the middle of nowhere to kiss and make up.
This afternoon has been perfect.
Well, it would have been more perfect if Jeff would let me drive that pretty motorcycle of his. At least once.
Instead, I'll settle for sitting backwards in front of Jeff on the motorcycle seat, kissing him like it's going out of style, trying desperately not to tip us off the damn bike and end up in the field we're parked in the middle of.
"Let's stay here forever." Jeff murmurs as he kisses my collarbone, causing me to shiver.
"We'd get hungry." I mutter, running a hand down his spine, causing him to shiver.
"Mmmprhph … "He groans into my neck as I bite at his ear.
After we parked our bikes here next to each other, we must have sat for over an hour, not touching each other, just straddling our bikes and looking at the sky. And talking through everything that we needed to talk through in the last few days.
Jeff finally broke down and told me about Brooke. He'd spilled bits and pieces in the past, but he finally gave me the whole story. How she constantly accused him of cheating on her, she yelled at him constantly, she took him away from North Carolina so she wouldn't have to associate with 'those' people, she made sure he was convinced he wasn't a man so she could control him, and even told me about the financial dealings of their divorce. And about their lackluster sex life of the last few years, which makes me wonder if she wasn't having 'dealings' on the side.
No wonder the man is so conservative and shy and scared and goody goody. Who wouldn't be?
I've decided that if I ever met Brooke, she and I would have words.
Lots of them.
After talking and talking, Jeff had finally slumped back on his seat, exhausted from revealing everything he had tried so desperately to hide about himself. And there was no way I could stop myself from slithering over and sitting in front of him and wrapping him in my arms. For ages we just sat, locked together, in the middle of nowhere.
I have completely fallen for this vulnerable, caring, beautiful man.
And if we don't have lots and lots of sex right about now so I can prove just how much, I'm going to scream.
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"You … are … such … a … bad … girl … " Jeff mutters as I block his attempt to unlock his front door by kissing him breathless. He fumbles with the lock for a few more seconds before taking my hands, throwing me against the door and pinning my hands above my head with one of his own as he kisses the hell out of me.
God, I missed this. I missed him.
"What are you going to do, Gordon? Punish me?"
He growls deep in his throat as he bites my own.
"If I ever get this fucking door open, you have no idea how much." I can hear him still rattling his keys around trying to open the door. I can't help but chuckle until he rubs his roughened cheek against my own with a groan, causing me to whimper and grind myself against him.
"And here I thought the field wore you out." I tease as he captures my lips with his again.
"You wish."
"I hope not." I say as the door finally flies open and we both stagger inside, still kissing and groping each other. God, I can't wait to get upstairs and be punished for the naughty girl I am.
But my plan is cut short by the sound of a voice behind me.
"Hello Jeff."
I whirl around to find myself face
to face with Brooke Gordon.