Back To The Start Box Set: Five Full-Length Novels by Aly Martinez
“I want to be with you,” I say against his neck.
“You have to be more specific. Tell me what you want?”
“I want to make your world go silent.”
He doesn’t hesitate any longer. He walks into the room, kicking the door closed behind us. Striding to my bed, he lays me down more gently than I thought possible. As he stands over me, I can tell he’s beginning to rethink this. I’m done thinking though. Done caring about the what-ifs and fighting over things we can’t change. I’m ready to feel.
“Touch me.” I cross my arms, pulling my shirt over my head. The room is lit by the bright midday sun, but I can’t bring myself to care about how much he can see right now. He reaches out, rubbing the back of his finger against my hardened nipples.
“I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful, but it won’t be enough.” He bends over, pulling the fabric of my bra down just enough for my nipple to peek out. His tongue darts out and dampens his lips, but he doesn’t move any farther.
I can feel the wetness seeping into my panties. I wish he would touch me already. Lying here exposed while Brett towers above me fully dressed is unnerving. We need this though, so I lie still and allow him to make his own decision.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Please,” I say, reaching back and unclasping my bra, slowly pulling it away from my body.
“Fuck, you have the best tits, Jess.” He finally reaches down and palms my breasts in his large hands.
He plants gentle kisses to my chest and his breath breezes over my flushed skin. His hot, wet tongue begins to tease my nipple. I need more though. Running my fingers up his back, I tangle them in his hair, pulling him closer.
He chuckles against my breast. “Calm down, babe. We have all night. And if I have anything to say about it, this is going to happen more than once.”
Heat floods my veins. I’m on fire for this man and he has barely even touched me. It’s the promise in his words that causes me to release a small moan. Brett is drop-dead gorgeous, yet he talks to me like I’m the sexiest woman alive. It all just feels too good to be true. He continues to tease and suck my nipples, grazing his teeth as he pulls away, reminding me that this is definitely real.
I slide my hands down his back and pull the bottom of his shirt up and over his head. I hope I never get used to the way I feel when I see his naked body. Every muscle on his stomach is tense, showing off the muscular curves where his jeans rest on his hips. The one arm he is using to balance on the bed is flexed under his weight, and before I can stop myself, I lean over and lick up the bulge of his bicep.
“Christ, you really do have an arm fetish.”
I bite down at his joke, but it only causes him to shudder. Apparently, Brett likes it a little rough. I reach up and run my nails up and down his back. Goose bumps pebble his skin, and I smile to myself.
“I can’t wait to have you clawing my back while I’m fucking you.”
My cheeks flame red. I know I’m lying naked in front of him, about to take him inside me, but his dirty talk still makes me blush.
He trails hot kisses down my stomach and plays with the top of my pants, running his fingers back and forth and dipping fingers below the seam. He looks up and cocks one brow, silently asking for permission.
“Take them off,” I say with far more confidence than I feel.
He slowly unbuttons my pants and pulls down the zipper. He reaches one hand back up to knead my breast one more time. I feel like I’m going to come out of my skin if he doesn’t get inside me soon. Lifting my hips off the bed, I urge him to remove my pants, which he all too quickly complies. Lying in just my panties, I once again feel a wave of vulnerability. It’s still so hard to believe this man wants me—plain old Jesse. My eyes connect with Brett’s, and he bites his lip, giving me a crooked smile. I immediately blush from head to toe and try to cover myself while looking away.
“Baby, look at me,” he whispers.
Turning back, I expect to find Brett’s eyes dancing with amusement. Instead, they are filled with so much emotion that it puzzles me. It’s hard for me to tell what he’s thinking, but I know he’s feeling something serious.
“Don’t hide yourself from me. Please. I think you’re beautiful. I wish I could spend all day looking at your sexy body.” His voice is rough and deep, mixed with lust and some other emotion I can’t put my finger on. It’s the same one showing bright from his eyes. “Promise me, Jess. Keep your eyes open and on me. Watch me so you will have no doubts how you make me feel.” He slides his fingers over my wet folds. I moan and arch into his hand. “Eyes up here,” he reminds me. “Does that feel good?”
“Oh God…” I breathe as he pushes a finger inside.
“I don’t see anyone named God here, baby. I want you screaming my name when I make you come, not God.”
“Brett.”
“There we go. Much better.”
At some point, Brett must have unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. I can see the tip of his erection peeking out the opening. I want to see the rest of it. It’s only fair that we both are naked.
“Brett, take off your jeans,” I command.
“My pleasure, gorgeous.”
He makes quick work of taking off his jeans and tossing them somewhere in the room. My suspicions are correct. Brett Sharp is going commando. Jesus, that’s hot!
He’s painfully hard, and the tip is swollen and pink. I ache with anticipation of having him inside me. I lick my lips and drag my gaze away from his length. His eyes are hooded, and his chest is rising and falling faster.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that while licking those luscious lips of yours, I might embarrass myself and come all over those fucking perfect tits. I would really like to come inside you tonight.”
I shiver, but not because I’m cold. I feel like I am going to spontaneously combust with lust. He pushes my panties to the side and returns his hand to the teasing strokes.
“Fuck me, Jess. You’re so wet for me.”
All I can do at this point is nod and bite my lips. I want to yell and beg for him to put it in, but I also don’t want him to stop the amazing things he is doing with his hand.
He pulls my panties down my legs and tosses them over his shoulder. He then runs his tongue up my leg and over my clit for one torturous lick. ”Fucking hell. You taste like heaven.”
It’s going to happen. I know it is. As soon as he pushes inside me, I’m going to come. He won’t even have to move. With all of this buildup, one thrust is all it’s going to take. Then he is going to realize how inexperienced I really am. Attempting to buy myself some time, I take in a deep breath of my own, reach down, grab his hard-on, and slowly stroke him. His chin drops to his chest as he watches my hand gliding over him.
“Stop. Please stop,” Brett pants, causing me to immediately jerk my hand away and turn my head away in embarrassment. Crap. I can’t believe he just shot me down.
I gasp as I feel an unexpected finger enter my wet heat. A strangled moan escapes, and I snap my eyes back to his.
“What did I tell you, Jess? Don’t fucking turn away from me. You’re sexy as hell, and I want to see those big brown eyes.”
“I just… I thought maybe you didn’t like—” I stumble over my words. Brett’s hand never stops moving inside me.
“Stop thinking and trust me. I needed you to stop because, if you kept that up, I was going to come like a fucking sixteen-year-old virgin,” he all but growls at me, “I need to be inside you now. Tell me you want this, Jess. Tell me you want me to fuck you as bad as I want to do it.”
“Yes, Brett, please…” I’m reduced to begging.
“Shit. I need a condom, babe.”
“I’m on the pill,” I rush out, hoping to speed this up. Probably not my most responsible idea, but I physically can’t wait any longer.
“No, gorgeous. We need to be smart about this. I’ve got one in my wallet…in the car.” He lets out a string of
“Condoms. Top drawer of the nightstand.” I groan at the absence of his fingers.
“We are going to have a conversation about why you have condoms in your nightstand later.” He opens the drawer, pulling out a foil packet.
“Kara,” I explain as he rips it with his teeth and rolls it down his length.
He nods in understanding, and I thank God for my best friend and her ridiculous hopes that I would one day get laid. I really love that girl right now. Then I squeak when he grabs my legs and pulls me towards him.
“Last chance, gorgeous. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Please, Brett…”
In one swift move, he fills me. I cry out in both pain and pleasure, and Brett moans into my neck. He gives me a much-needed minute to adjust to his size. I cling to his back and my legs start to shake.
“Shit, I’m sorry. You’re so fucking tight. I should have done that a little slower.”
Yes, he should have done it a little slower, but it felt amazing, so I’m glad he didn’t. Now is not the time for explanations. “Brett…move…please.”
He slowly starts to move his hips in small, gentle thrusts. Easing his way in and out of me. He’s trying to be gentle now, but I need more.
“Harder.”
“No,” he says, taking my mouth into a deep, apologetic kiss.
“Brett, I’m fine. Please…I need you to move.” I roll my hips roughly into his.
“Fuck, Jess, you feel so damn good. This is going to be quick, baby, so keep up. I’ll make it up to you, repeatedly, tonight.”
He begins to move over me, every muscle in his body strained as I drag my nails across his back. I can feel my release building, and I know I’m going to fall over the edge at any minute. Brett groans and kisses my neck as he pick up his pace. I feel him grow inside me as he pushes deeper than I knew possible.
“I need you to come first. I hope you’re close because I don’t know how much longer I can last.” When he slides his hand between us, I feel his finger rub at my swollen clit while he keeps up his relentless rhythm inside me. “Come, Jesse. Let me feel you.” His words send me stepping off the edge as I arch off the bed.
I can barely hear myself screaming his name, but the fireworks going off in my body make it impossible to focus on anything else. He stills, but I can feel him pulsing inside me, repeating my name into my neck.
As I come down from my orgasm, he begins pressing light kisses over my neck and shoulders. Sated and feeling like jelly, I smile to myself.
“What are you grinning about?” Brett asks with a smile matching my own.
“I can’t feel my body,” I giggle.
“Oh yeah? Is that a good thing?”
“No, it’s the best thing,” I answer, absolutely silly on a sexual high. That was amazing. The horrible day has been completely washed away.
He throws his head back, laughing. “Jess, have I told you lately how amazing you are?”
I shake my head.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to show you. Let me get rid of this condom while you get ready for round two.” He winks and walks into the bathroom.
I watch as his perfect butt disappears around the corner. My grin immediately stretches across my face into a full-blown smile, and I have to bite my lip to keep the schoolgirl scream from escaping.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jesse
“G’MORNING, BABE,” I hear Brett whisper as he kisses up my chest.
He pauses only momentarily to drag his warm tongue over each nipple. I grab the blankets, pulling them tight across my body, remembering that I’m naked. Very, very naked. All the memories from last night—and again earlier this morning—flood my mind. I had sex with Brett freaking Sharp last night. Just to be sure it wasn’t just a dream, I squeeze my legs together, feeling the tenderness that lingers after a night of unbelievable lovemaking. Oh, who am I kidding? That was the first night of good sex I’ve ever had. God, it was—
“Brett!” My eyes pop open as I feel his finger thrust inside me.
“What?” he asks, pretending to have no idea what I’m talking about. “I just wanted to make sure you’re awake. Don’t you have to work today?”
“Crap!” I fly out of bed, careful to drag the sheet with me. I can’t believe I forgot this is my weekend to work. Kara and I swap working every other weekend. Nell used to schedule us each for one day every weekend, but Kara got sick of not being able to party one night each weekend. We agreed that, every other weekend, one of us would work both Saturday and Sunday. It’s great because Nell gets coverage without having to hire a third person, and we each get two whole weekends off each month.
“It’s only seven, gorgeous. Slow down.”
“CRAP!” I scream. “I’m supposed to be there at seven! I’m late! I’m never late.”
“I’m already a bad influence on you,” he laughs, throwing his hands behind his head and crossing his ankles.
He’s lounging on my bed fully nude, and I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life. I want to pull a Leonardo DiCaprio and whip out my sketch pad to draw this Adonis—Titanic style. Although, with my artistic abilities, he would end up as a stick man with an overgrown mushroom between his legs. I may not be able to draw, but I can still take mental snapshots of him relaxing in my bed. God, he is hot! My mouth goes completely dry at how confident he is. Here I am, tugging a sheet tightly around my body, while he’s all but showing off.
My eyes must be glued to him, because he has to snap me out of it. “Babe, go get in the shower. I’ll make you some coffee.”
“Make it breakfast. I can get coffee at work,” I shout over my shoulder, rushing into my bathroom to unfortunately wash him off my oversexed body.
“Shit,” he says to himself, reminding me that he can’t cook.
I want to tell him not to worry about it. I’ve eaten breakfast more than once at Nell’s. But I’m really interested to see what he comes up with, so I keep my mouth shut and head for the bathroom.
One minute into the world’s fastest shower, I’m adding the conditioner to my hair when I hear Brett on the other side of the shower curtain. “Um, Jess? What’s a vegetable report?”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Kara left a note. You can calm down. She went in for you today. She said a bunch of stuff then ended it by saying she earned a vegetable report for working your Saturday.”
Noooo! I scream in my head while trying to play it cool on the outside.
I never was any good at acting. I know Brett immediately catches on to my little cover. Willing to momentarily forget about my nakedness in order to forgo any further embarrassment, I rip back the shower curtain and snatch the handwritten note out of his hand. I feel his eyes accessing my soapy body, but I’m too focused on the note in my hand to care.
Jesse,
You dirty girl! I hope you know what you are doing and not just falling prey to Tightass McCrazyson. Either way, I’m jealous. I just heard a few unbelievably hot noises come out of your room, so I’m sleeping with earphones on so I don’t feel the need to physically assault you…or my vibrator :) Anyway, I saw Brett’s hot guy car out front, so I assume that is where the noises are coming from and you guys are patching things up. I’m working for you tomorrow. You can pay me back when I land a stud of my own. However, I do have one requirement for working your Saturday! I expect a full vegetable report. You have denied me for entirely too long. It’s been like four days now. No more holding back. Best friends, remember? XOXO (Although I’m betting you have been doing enough of that tonight, hooch!)
Love,
Your horny and jealous roommate.
I quickly ball up the note and search the shower for some way to dispose of it. You have no idea how tempted I am to shove it in my mouth and eat it. When I glance up at Brett to find him smirking, I know that isn’t an option. He read it, and he’s read me too. He knows I’m hiding something, so I have no other option t
“You okay?” he asks as I stare up into his eyes.
My goal was lust-filled bedroom eyes, but I think it’s coming off as bug eyes with a slight twitch.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, dropping Kara’s note into the shower, successfully ruining the physical evidence.
“You’re acting weird.”
“What? No, I’m not,” I say, shoving my hands into my hair and pushing my breasts into his face.
His eyes automatically move to my chest as I unnecessarily scrub the conditioner into my hair. My boobs are swaying with my motions, and I quickly stretch to my tiptoes under the water to make them bounce just a tad too. I’m willing to do anything to keep from having to explain Kara’s note. I have nothing to feel guilty about. I didn’t kiss and tell. But darn it, she really said too much this time. I’m going to kill her, but first, I have to deal with Brett.
After last night, he must be partially immune, because even while watching my boobs bounce, he still asks questions.
“Is Kara a vegetarian or something?”
He’s just offered me the out I was mentally searching for.
“Yes!” I jump at his explanation. “She is strictly a vegetarian. Although, I have it on good authority that she doesn’t like baby carrots.”
I start to ramble. The more details I give, the more he will believe me, right? So I begin a five minute soliloquy about all the vegetables Kara likes. By the time I’m finished, the water is beginning to run cold and Brett hasn’t moved his eyes from my naked body once.
“So there you have it. She doesn’t eat anything but vegetables, and I give her a report every week about what’s in season.”
“What’s in season this week?”
Eek! How did I not anticipate this question?
“Umm…”
“What’s wrong, Jess?” He smiles knowingly.
He then reaches down and pops open the button on his jeans, muddling my already frazzled mind even further. As he begins to push his jeans to the floor, I can see a thin trail of hair running down his body. I swallow deeply, very aware of where this is going.