I’m so excited at the response to Matt and Kate’s story. I’m currently finishing Jason and Laura’s Stories. This is still unpublished and may be changed. I hope you enjoy:)
He held the door for me and I slid in, “Laura, call me Jason.” He pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the hills.
“You live here?” I asked.
“Yeah, I grew up in Foster City, but I bought a house in Hillsborough.”
My eyebrows arched, “Nice.” Jesus, he couldn’t be older than Liv, maybe twenty six and he already owned a home in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods.
“What about you?”
My face scrunched up, this was just a one night stand, nothing more. There was no need to bring my baggage along. “Palo Alto.”
He whistled, “Sweet. Where do you work?”
“Palo Alto, I’m a doctor.” I said, purposefully leaving out details.
His brows furrowed, “Uh-huh. You married?”
“Uh, no. Divorced.”
He was quiet as we made our way through the city. “So how did you get backstage passes tonight, Laura?”
“Oh, Olivia won them. Hey, who was that guy you were standing next to?”
“Aidan Donegal, he’s a record producer I’m thinking of working with.”
“Huh, so he lives here too?” I asked, hoping maybe Liv would make a love connection. That woman needed a good man or at least a good night with a hung man. I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my face as my hand slowly rested on his knee and trailed toward his crotch. God, I couldn’t wait to see what he was hiding underneath his clothes.
He sucked in air between his teeth before he answered, shifting on his seat, “No, he’s from LA. Fuck honey, I can’t wait to feel your hands on me.”
“Oh, that’s good to hear, because I want to have my hands all over you.” I said in a voice that I didn’t recognize. Tonight I planned to be the woman I always wanted to be but was too scared. I looked over at him, he was incredibly sexy. He had bright green eyes, they were almost startling. He had a great nose and a clean shaven face that I could tell would be one hell of a thick beard if he ever let it go. His brown hair was sexy as hell, medium length and it looked messed up, like he just rolled out of bed. Shit, how was I going to get home in the morning? Taxi. I reminded myself to breathe, don’t be analytical, professional Laura. Tonight I was just a woman who wanted nothing more than to enjoy the company of this incredibly hot guy. Jesus, how many years difference in age until I was considered a cougar?
“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”
God his voice was amazing. I could listen to it day and night. I bit my lip before spitting it out, “Just wondering what Urban Dictionary’s definition of cougar was.”
He laughed a great belly laugh and shook his head. “I doubt the word would describe you, or us.”
I shook my head, “I don’t know, but truthfully, I don’t really care.”
“Good.” He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles and then bit the pad of my thumb. Oh hell. I really needed to have this man naked, soon. The road to his house was windy and dark, and we ended up in his two car garage about fifteen minutes later. His other car was an Audi R4. I smirked at it as we walked by.
“Is the Jetta more fun to drive that that too?” I asked.
He grinned, “Uh, no. If you’re really good, I’ll let you drive it.”
I rolled my eyes. That was not going to happen. I planned to be long gone and never return after tonight. He led me down a dark corridor and up some steps that led through a great room. The wall was entirely glass and looked out over the valley.
“Wow.” I said, as I found myself drawn to the windows.
“Yeah, I like it too.” He picked up a remote and turned on the fireplace. Smooth. Hmm, I hope he had condoms. He tilted his head, “Would you like a drink, Laura?”
“Water.” I said. I watched as his incredibly sexy ass crossed the room to the kitchen, pulling bottled water out of the fridge.
“Would you like a glass?” he asked.
“No, thank you.” I grinned. He brought the bottle to me but held it out of my reach, leaned in and kissed me first.
“Just a kiss?” I asked sassily, “Mmm, what if I had asked for a sandwich?”
He quirked a brow, and shook his head. He seemed unsure of himself suddenly and I realized we were in his home. That had to be odd, I couldn’t imagine him bringing back a bunch of girls to his place, but then again he toured so much, it wasn’t like he was home often. I splayed my hand against his rock-hard stomach. Oh, I needed to see that.
“May I?” I asked. I put the water down and hooked my thumb under his t-shirt and pulled gently. He grabbed the shoulders of his shirt and pulled it off over his head. I gasped. Holy hell, he was beautiful. My fingers traced the tattoo that was on his shoulder and swirled down across his chest and disappeared under his pants. I leaned in and placed gentle kisses along his inked skin earning me a moan from his lips. Jesus, he was like GI Joe, except I hoped there was more than a bump under those pants.