Jermy, Marie - Together Forever [The Andersons 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free

of serious relationships, but Jessica had always been the only woman for him. He even acknowledged he had been arrogant and selfish for honing his bedroom skills on the women he’d dated in the hope of spending one night pleasuring Jessica until she couldn’t deny he was the man for her. However, she had never once shown any indication she was interested in him.
    Until now.
    Ross again sighed and closed his eyes. Visions of a naked and very responsive Jessica made him open them again. He looked down and groaned. Hell, he hadn ’ t even seen her naked, yet due to his overactive imagination he had a hard-on.
    “ Great. What will it be tonight, pal? Cold shower or hand job? ”
    A knock on the front door was his answer. Getting to his feet and readjusting his jeans so it didn ’ t look as though he were flying the Stars and Stripes, he went to the door and looked through the peephole. His cock immediately sprang back to its original position. Standing on his doorstep was Jessica. He was just toying with the idea of completely ignoring her when she again knocked.
    “ Ross, I know you ’ re in. Your lights are on. ”
    The waving of a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in front of the peephole made him open the door. Not enough for her to see his flagpole-sized hard-on, though.
    “ Peace offering? Oh, c’mon, Ross, I’m trying to apologize here, ” she said when the door remained a crack-width ’ s open. A frown then wrinkled her neatly plucked brows. “ Oh, have you got company? ”
    “ No, of course not. Come in. ” He practically merged with the door as he opened it wider and she waltzed past him.
    “ You got any Coke? ”
    “ Of course. ”
    “ Ice? ”
    “ Ditto.” Sadly enough, not enough for me to fill a bucket and stick my cock in.
    Ross paced back into the living room and was sitting on the sofa, a scatter cushion resting on his lap, when Jessica emerged from the kitchen and handed him a Jack Daniel’s on the rocks. He watched her sit in the armchair opposite, folding her denim-clad legs—jeans that must have been sprayed on they were that tight—beneath her.
    “ I ’ m truly sorry about earlier. I didn ’ t mean to shove you like I did. You ’ re definitely not a moron. And thank you for saving my mighty fine ass.”
    “ My pleasure, Jess. ” He shifted slightly, easing the cock/zipper battle, and switched his attention from the lacy bra showing through her flimsy, white shirt to the shelves of CDs dominating one wall.
    “ Do you know, apart from your mother, you ’ re the only person who calls me Jess? ”
    “ Am I? ”
    “ You ’ re still pissed with me, aren ’ t you? ”
    “ Whatever makes you say that? ”
    “ Because you find your CD collection more interesting than me. ”
    Ross turned back to Jessica and looked her straight in the eye. “ Don ’ t be silly. Given the choice of my vast collection of ‘80s and ‘90s music or your beautiful face, your face wins hands down. ” He hurriedly took a large swallow of whiskey to stop himself from saying that her beautiful body won hands down, as well. He didn’t want to push his luck. There was always the chance he’d imagined Jessica’s response to his kiss.
    He hadn’t waited this long to fuck it up now.
    A soft sigh drew Ross back from his thoughts to Jessica. She was staring at him, specifically the cushion in his lap. A flush then tinged her cheeks pink. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was turned on. As turned on as him, particularly if the way his cock was lifting the cushion upward was anything to go by.
    Jessica again sighed softly. “What’s up?” Ross inwardly groaned at his choice of words. His cock was up, that’s what. She didn’t answer. Instead she stood and crossed the room to sit beside him. Her breast brushed his arm, and he couldn’t help but stare at the two pointy peaks pushing the flimsy material of her shirt outward.
    Many nights, he’d dreamed about what her breasts looked like. The erotic