Playing for Keeps
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"You are so beautiful, Haley," he said softly. He'd said that to other women before, but he'd never meant it more. She was beautiful inside and out.
Even in the dim light he could see her blush and shyly avert her eyes. "Thank you," she mumbled, sounding unsure.
She truly didn't realize how beautiful she was. That made her even more beautiful to him. He skimmed his hands over her flat belly and up until he was palming her br**sts. He brushed his thumbs over her ni**les, loving the way she licked her lips and arched her back into his hold.
Haley began squirming on him letting him know she could feel his body harden. He loved the way she looked, the way she reacted, he loved everything about her. She was the most precious thing in the world to him. So beautiful, so sweet, so giving and too damn good for him, but he was a selfish bastard and wouldn't let her go.
Ever.
He slowly massaged her br**sts while playing with her ni**les, just enjoying the way she licked her lips, moaned and whimpered. His erection was pressed firmly against her. Her bottom nestled it very nicely and he loved the way it caressed him as she squirmed on him. He could feel her getting wet against his stomach.
"You want to try something different?" he asked in a husky voice.
She licked her lips slowly, nodding as she looked down on him with an expression of pure trust. It humbled him.
"Hold on," he said as he pulled her down to him, kissing her slowly as he rolled them over until he was on top of her. He deepened the kiss as he pulled her knees up and over his shoulders, angling her where he needed her, giving him better access to her hot wet core.
"Jason....," she said nervously.
"Shhh, don't worry. No penetration," he said against her mouth. "I just want you to feel how much I want you." He settled himself more firmly between her legs, making sure his hard shaft was nestled between her warm wet folds.
He deepened the kiss as he pulled back and then slid forward rubbing the underside of his c**k against her hot wet core and clit. They moaned into each other's mouths as he continued to grind against her.
Haley's moans echoed off the walls as Jason fought for control. His body screamed for him to arch back and slam into her, but Haley wanted to go slow. He would do anything for her even torture himself with being so close to the prize and not going for it.
She fisted her hands in his hair as she licked and sucked his neck. He groaned loudly as he pressed himself more firmly against her and thrust harder. Haley's grip in his hair tightened seconds before she started screaming his name. It triggered his own violent release.
"Haley......oh, Haley.....I..oh god, Haley!" he yelled while his mind shouted "I love you" over and over until he released her legs and lay bonelessly on top of her.
As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His heart.
He was so screwed.
Chapter 16
"Oh my god, stop eating that!" Haley said, trying not to laugh and failing miserably.
Jason popped the fudge brownie in his mouth and winked at her. With an exasperated sigh she reached back into the backseat to fix the plastic wrap on the plates of brownies, cookies, and cupcakes.
"If you keep stealing food there won't be any left for your family's cookout," she said, knowing that wasn't a good enough reason to stop him from eating. She was willing to bet there wasn't much that would come between him and food.
He turned his attention from the road to pout. "But I love your cooking."
She rolled her eyes at his lame attempt. "Uh huh."
"Well, at least I'm not touching the potato salad. You really should appreciate the little things in life, my little grasshopper."
Haley scoffed in disbelief. "The only reason you're not scoffing that down is because I have that and the pasta salad in a cooler safely locked away in the trunk."
His brows shot up. "There's macaroni salad? Why was I not informed of this?"
"Probably because I wanted it to at least make it to your parent's house before you devoured it."
He shook his head sighing, "So little trust."
"You ate an entire bowl of cookie dough yesterday when I made the mistake of running out to the market without hiding it first. Seriously, I thought it would be safe."
"You were wrong."
"Your obsession with food is starting to scare me," she said wryly.
"It's not an obsession. I'm a growing boy, damn it."
She raised one brow in disbelief.
"Thank god we're here. I'm starving," he grumbled as he parked in the only empty spot on the street, which just happened to be in front of a large white Victorian house with black trimming where a party was clearing being held, judging by the amount of people walking around the property.
They loaded their arms up with all the plates Haley made and headed for the front door. Jason kicked the door lightly since his hands were full.
The door was opened by an older woman with pepper hair. She took one look at Jason and smiled.
"It's my baby boy!" she announced loudly to the crowd in the house as she cupped his face and pulled him down to give him a sound kiss on the cheek. She stepped back and noticed Haley. Her expression went from excited to stunned in a matter of seconds.
Jason smiled sheepishly. "Mom, this is my girlfriend, Haley Blaine." He gestured with the plate of brownies. "Haley, this is my mother Megan Bradford."
"It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Bradford," Haley said, feeling a little awkward with his mother standing there gaping at her and her hands too full to offer to shake the woman's hand. Not that his mother seemed to be able to respond or anything at the moment. Actually, Haley was starting to become a little worried.
"Girlfriend?" Megan finally choked out.
"Yeah, why do you sound so-" Jason started to say only to be cut off by his mother.
His mother turned her head and yelled into the house. "Jared!"
Haley shot a nervous look at Jason who was muttering something about putting his mother into a nursing home that only served green Jell-O. She looked back at the door in time to see an older man, who was clearly Jason's father by the almost identically features, step into the doorway. He smiled when he saw Jason.
"What's going on?"
"Mom's freaking out," Jason said. "Any chance we can get in there before my girlfriend's arms fall off?"
The man noticeably started and looked at Haley and then did a double take.
"Girlfriend?" he asked in clear disbelief.
"Yes! Girlfriend!" Jason snapped, but his parents didn't seem to notice because they were staring at her like they couldn't believe such a person existed. On top of that her arms were starting to feel like they were about to drop off.
"Ah, about to drop the cupcakes," she mumbled as she tried to readjust the three plates in her arms.
"Oh, sorry," Jared said, reaching out and relieving her of the cupcakes while his wife grabbed the plate of peanut butter chocolate chunk cookies from her.
Jared looked from her to the plate in his hands. "Where did you buy these? They look good," he said as his hand expertly snuck beneath the plastic wrap. Ah, like father like son, Haley thought. She looked him over quickly. The man was clearly in shape, a good sign for Jason since the man couldn't stop eating.
"I made them," Haley said, feeling a little embarrassed by the attention.
"You made these?" Jared asked with a cupcake in his hand.
She nodded.
"She's a great cook," Jason announced proudly.
Jared took a big bite, closed his eyes and made a yummy moan sound. In seconds he had the entire cupcake devoured. He reached out and snagged the second plate of cupcakes from Haley and headed back into the house without a word.
"My cupcakes!" they heard him snap at someone. Haley just barely stopped an eye roll. Definitely like father like son.
"Hey, old man, she made those for me!" Jason yelled, charging past his mother to go after the cupcakes, leaving Haley with Megan who was still staring at her.
"Um," she gestured to the car. "I have two more plates of cupcakes. I didn't think those two would survive the trip over here," she said, feeling foolish. Perhaps she should go hang out in the car until after the party was over. Seven hours in a car with nothing to do sounded better than being gawked at.