Jase, Fields, J. [story reading TXT] 📗

tell me what has you running away from home at twenty years old.” I tried to pull my hand away and he held it firmly, “Talk to me, Baby.”

“It’s none of your business…”

“You’re wrong,” he rubbed his thumb across my knuckles.

“You’re wrong, you can’t just take off and not even talk to me or…”

“Your boyfriend answered the fucking phone, Carly. Then you didn’t answer my texts…”

“You didn’t answer mine, and Brad wasn’t my boyfriend then.”

“What does that mean?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Wasn’t then, is he now?” Jase gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“No. Yes… I don’t know,” I really didn’t.

“Did you fuck him?”

“What?”

“Need clarification?” Jase pulled over and turned towards me, “Has he been inside of you Carly?”Oh shit here we go, I closed my eyes. “I can still see you baby, and I know he hasn’t. I bet he hasn’t even had his hands or mouth around those perfect little tits of yours, caressing or sucking those hard red… fuck,” he groaned and closed his eyes.

His words were more heated when he continued “I bet he hasn’t gone down on you either. Tasted you, licked you, and ate you, like it was his fucking job baby. And there is no way in hell you have gone down on him. If that had happened… he would never be able to leave your side.” He leaned forward and grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards him and kissed my lips gently, “Has he kissed these sweet lips, Baby?” He did not give me time to respond when I felt his tongue piercing against my lips and I opened my mouth and met his tongue. He groaned and reached between us and lifted the console that was separating us. He reached to the side of the seat and his seat reclined all the way back. He pulled me onto him as he continued kissing me.

Finally I pulled back, needing to breathe needing space, and wanting nothing but more of what he was giving me. “I can’t.”

“Can’t what,” he sat up and kissed my neck and my head rolled to the side giving him more room to roam. His hand rubbed lightly over my chest. Even with a sweater and a coat on I could feel him and my back arched on its own, pushing into his hand further, “That’s it, Baby.”

He continued kissing me as he started unzipping my coat. The zipper stuck and he let out a sound, something between a growl and a deep frustrated chuckle. I pulled back until I was against the steering wheel and then he closed his eyes, “Talk to me.”

“You…GOD Jase! This is so wrong,” I climbed off him and sat in the passenger seat and he sat up and banged his head on the steering wheel which made me laugh.

“It’s not funny, Baby,” he shook his head and reached down making the seat go back up. “Let me ask you a question-- you said this was wrong, what part of that felt wrong to you? Because nothing has ever felt so fucking right to me.”

I looked out the window unable to respond because if I was truthful the only part that felt wrong was when it stopped.

“You feel it too. You know I’ve not had sex in almost five months,” he smiled and looked at me.

“Well, I can beat that,” I whispered and looked down. “Maybe that’s it Jase. Maybe we should just fuck and get it over with. Then maybe when I have to come back here and visit, you won’t be around every corner or sitting next to me on the rock at the beach when you really aren’t even there. Or when I look at the stupid tree in the front yard it won’t remind me of sneaking out my damn window to come see you. And maybe I will stop looking for the lavender panties I have been missing since you left!” Jase smirked and looked away. “And speaking of, how the hell does Xavier know about my fucking panties?!”

Jase looked up and smiled, dimple winked and he laughed, “If I tell you, do you promise you won’t be pissed at me?” I scowled and he smiled, “Oh that’s right you are already pissed at me. Open the glove box,” he pointed, “Go ahead.”

I opened the glove box and sitting inside folded up were my missing lavender panties, “You stole my underwear!”

“Was either that or take you virginity and leave you. I chose the panties,” Jase laughed at himself.

“That doesn’t explain how he knew!”

“Let’s just say you have been on all three of their faces at one point since then,” he winked and started the SUV.

“That’s disgusting!”

“As I told them when I walked out and found them passing the panties, you’re mine. They sniffed once and if they do it again I’ll cut them when they are asleep,” Jase looked at me.

“I am not yours,” I looked away.

“Keep lying to yourself. I tried that, and it didn’t work out for me.”

“You haven’t …never mind. I need to get the hell out of this freaking state,” I sat back.

“Besides me, what are you running from,” Jase reached over and grabbed my hand.

“Don’t flatter yourself, you arrogant ass,” I rolled my eyes but made no attempt to pull my hand away.

“I really want to know, Baby. Tell me.”

“Why? You don’t tell me anything.”

“If I do promise you’ll spill it, can I get the whole story?”

“Sure,” I sat back.

“My ex died when I was seventeen. And that’s why we’ll never get back together. Now your turn,” Jase looked at me for a second.

“How did she…”

“No way,” he smirked

“Seriously you can’t just lay that on me and…”

“A deal is a deal. Spill it,” he slowed down.

“Fine, she made my bedroom into the dog’s, a boy dog at that and it’s pink. If I were that dog I would bite her. She put up a tree and decorated it with crystal ornaments and nothing of ours. My Dad is going to marry a