‘Dunno. Too much other stuff going on. Didn’t seem relevant.’
‘Relevant? Oh, Jay. Of course it is.’
He leant back against the headboard, his face troubled.
‘I’ve never bothered much with birthdays,’ he said, and there was a note of defiance in his voice.
Jenna, reading between the lines, deduced
that he’d got used to nobody else bothering with them.
‘But I have,’ she said gently. ‘I love you and I want you to have a special day.’
He softened, taking her hand and unburdening.
‘Nobody’s felt that way about it before,’ he said. ‘I’ve never had a special day, like the other kids all did. Although, I tell a lie. I did have one – my twelfth. Mum was in hospital and I was in temporary foster care. They took me to Alton Towers. Fucking brilliant. Yeah, that was a good one, thinking back.’
Jenna laid her head on his shoulder.
‘How am I going to beat Alton Towers?’ she wondered, looking up at him.
He grinned back at her.
‘Tough gig, but I reckon you could do it,’ he said.
‘I reckon I could too. Give me till tonight. You’re going to have the best present ever.’
‘I’ve got it already,’ he said, flipping her without warning on to her back.
She squealed with delighted exhilaration, then remembered they weren’t alone in the house and tried to keep quiet. It wasn’t easy, though, with Jason all over her, laying hands and lips on every accessible inch of her body.
She threw her arms up above her head and surrendered to him, offering everything he wanted for the taking. Her breasts became his feast while her legs wrapped around him. He ground against her, pushing his erection down into her mound. She was ready for him, whenever he wanted. Jason never had to work hard to get her juices flowing. She was a whore for him, a needy slut who couldn’t get enough of him. The thoughts flashed deliriously in her mind, turning her on all the more.
She was wetter than the rainforest before he’d even got her nipples into his mouth, feeling the steam rise from her sensitised skin. He only had to put a hand on her hip or breathe into her ear – hell, he only had to look at her in a certain way – and she was slippery-slick and begging.
‘Hot for it, eh?’ he murmured, splaying her lower lips with practised fingers, checking to see how welcome he was. Very welcome.
‘Mm,’ she said, mindlessly horny, pushing her pelvis up so that his fingers would slide into her wet heat.
‘D’you think you deserve it?’ He stroked her clitoris, too lightly for relief. It was maddening.
She gasped with frustration.
‘Yes … please …’
He shifted, leaving her breasts so his face was directly above hers.
‘Look at me. Tell me.’
She twisted her neck left and right, trying to summon the courage to do this unthinkable thing. Meanwhile, he continued his infuriating, frustrating motions below.
Unable to bear it any more, she opened her eyes wide, stared into his dark brown gaze and hissed, ‘Yes. Do it. Do it now.’
His mouth descended on hers in savage passion, tongue pushing hard to gain access. His fingers worked her clitoris with a sure, firm stroke.
She began to rotate her hips, encouraging him further, trying to direct him towards her depths. He took the hint, plunging two fingers inside her while his thumb continued to rub at her clit.
‘Is that what you want?’ he said, releasing her lips for a moment. ‘Yeah?’