Hera Lightwood's P.O.V.After Isabelle intrusion that night things has been awkward, Isabelle just got back to Boston but she left already saying she's moving to stay with their mother and help run the company. She had business in Boston so she decided to drop by and her spontaneous sweet visit cock blocked Me and her brother. Anyways after that night jace told me we would talk about a redo..But he'll be bombed with work for the next week, I thought be was exaggerating but he hadn’t been lying when he’d said I wouldn’t see much of him this week. It was Thursday and our paths had crossed only twice while he was coming and going. He worked all night at the hospital, then slept all day. We occasionally left each other Post-it notes around the house, silly little things like the strict orders I gave him to stay away from my Chinese leftovers, or the note he’d left letting me know we were out of almond milk but he’d pick up more.While I was busy not seeing Jace, it gave me time to stew o
Jace HerondaleIt shouldn’t have, but Hera going out on that date really pissed me off. I knew I had little right to be angry; she didn’t owe me anything, and I’d barely even seen her in the week since our near miss.But I couldn’t help the jealous rage that boiled through my veins when I found her on the porch with that guy. And when I thought he’d hurt her? I wanted to pummel his face in. I still didn’t know if it was like she’d claimed, that they’d just bumped heads when he tried to kiss her, but Hera had never lied to me, as far as I knew.On my drive to the hospital, I called to check on Isabelle to check how she was doing. Maybe sooner or later I'll have to tell her about Hera, My life these days consisted of obligations. I worked, slept, hit the gym, studied, checked in on my mom and sister, worked some more. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. I knew there was a purpose, knew there was a reason I was doing this, but fuck, some days it was hard to remember what that reason was.Tonight the
Jace Herondale's P.O.V.I woke up with a face full of hair and a massive erection. The hell?Combing back the honey-colored tresses with my fingers, I blinked open one eye and saw that I was still in bed with Hera. I’d fallen asleep listening to her deep, steady breaths, enjoying the closeness long after I should have moved to my own room. It usually took me forever to unwind enough to fall asleep after a shift, but lying there in the darkness and listening to her breathe, I was able to break through the day’s tension and just relax.But what had started innocently, with me on top of the blankets, somehow had ended with me stripped down to my boxer briefs and under the covers with Hera. I had no idea what time it was, only that it was barely daylight. The T-shirt she’d slept in had ridden up to expose her pink cotton panties printed all over with little donuts, complete with colorful sprinkles.A wry smile tugged at my mouth. She was sexy without even trying. Most women weren’t sexy f
Jace HerondaleJace was kissing me. Deep, drugging kisses that made my toes curl.But then he pressed into me again, pushing my thighs apart, gripping my hips and plunging forward, and I forgot about everything else. The sensation of him entering me was unlike anything else. And the look of determined concentration on his face, like he was almost in pain with how good it felt? I understood that exactly. It was almost too much to bear.His every movement was controlled, each one designed to bring me maximum pleasure. I never wanted this to end.“Has anyone ever fucked you like this?”“No. Never.” That was the honest truth. He was so deep and so possessive, so vocal, commanding my attention and demanding submission. It was like fitting a key into a locked box.Watching his thick length spear me—part me, plunge deep inside and then withdraw, wet with our juices—was almost obscene. When he bottomed out, I ground my hips against his pelvis, lost to the sensation. Isabelle’s brother fucked
Hera Lightwood's P.O.V.I should have felt embarrassed being around Jace now. He’d seen me at my worst, and while it had sucked, he’d handled it so professionally that I barely gave it a second thought. And he’d been right. Once I got on the medication, things cleared up quickly, and I was now as good as new.Jace had been so sweet and attentive all week long that I almost didn’t want to burst his illusion that I was still under the weather. We hadn’t spoken of it, which was fine by me. I didn’t think there was a non-awkward way to say, “My vagina’s all better now.” So it was best to not say anything at all.We’d eaten dinner together every night, each of us taking turns at the cooking, and he cleaned up the kitchen while I walked the dog.. We fell into an easy rhythm, watching TV together at night until bedtime, when we hugged and went our separate ways.But tonight, I wasn’t tired. It was half past ten when we’d gone to bed, and I’d been lying here awake for an hour. I knew a cup of
Are you almost ready?”” he asks.“Just about. I need one second.”“For what?” Jace asks as he closes his suitcase.“I told Isabelle I'd call her once we got here.” Jace rolls his eyes and lets his body sluggishly fall to the couch. “Stop it, it'll be quick. I promise,” I say, pouting my bottom lip.“Quick. . . right. You know my sister, nothing is ever quick with her.” Jace spreads out on the couch and pulls the bright orange decorative pillow under his head. “Wake me up when you're done.”I giggle as I pull my phone out and call Isabelle. Pressing the phone to my ear, I look out the window and wait for her to answer. The city is absolutely beautiful.Trees are blooming with big pink flowers all the way down the sidewalk as far as I can see. I can smell the floral scent in the room. The sky is clear and there are people everywhere, enjoying the gorgeous weather.“Finally!” she yells into the phone as she answers. “I thought you guys were dead.”“Dead? We were on a six-hour flight. It'
YOU KNOW THOSE DAYS when your own life feels too dull and you just want to get laid by a hot stranger? I’m having one of those days. Most times I ignore the urge and move on, but today I’m indulging myself.The guy who just walked into the bar is drop dead sexy. I’m not the only woman in the room to notice him; two women in business dress at a table close nearby look his way too, and the brunette waitress collecting glasses pauses to give him the once over, and then the twice over. I don’t blame her. He’s not regular hot. Lots of guys are that, but this one has that special something that turns him into an eye magnet. You know what I mean, right? He isn’t necessarily the most classically handsome man in the room, and not usually the loudest, but he’s always the one you’d pick to take home, if you happened to be in the mood to pick a stranger up in a bar.Which, as luck would have it, I am.This isn’t something I do often; very rarely in fact, once a year at most. I kicked work to the
Eros Ramazzotti“Drinking the good stuff today, huh?” Edgar Cayce, my best friend barges into my office saying..“What can I say I’m in a good mood.”I reply chuckling..“Damn, is that today? I forgot to check my calendar,” he jokes. “I didn’t realize today was one of the two days a year you’re in a good mood.”“You little shit.”I curse out at him playfullyHe laughs and raises the glass. “Thanks, but I’d rather just drink this delicious booze.”We chat for a little while about this and that, then go over a few of the points raised during the previous board meeting. Basically, we’re just killing some time. We’ve got a lunch reservation in about thirty minutes, but even with the traffic that’s a constant here, it should still only take us about ten minutes to get there. Fifteen at most.The door t