Friction: Heat, #3

By Jade C. Jamison

Orgasmic Meditation?  Therapeutic?! 

 

Kaylee Baker is horrified when her girlfriends suggest a trip to artsy Boulder, Colorado, to check out the latest craze.  What her friends don't know about Kaylee is that she is a little repressed, bordering on frigid, and the idea of a complete stranger bringing her to orgasm--therapeutic or not--is horrifying.

 

Blaze Donahue has admired Kaylee from afar for quite some time, and part of the reason he's kept his distance is because he's had no indication that she might even be interested.  But when he's given the opportunity to offer her his own version of OM with no strings attached, he makes an offer she has a hard time refusing.

 

When there are undeniable sparks between the two, Kaylee runs, afraid of the overwhelming feelings she has for this gorgeous, sensitive guy.  Blaze feels compelled to convince her otherwise but wonders if he'll be able to crack through the ice surrounding this sweet girl.  Can they find true love or will it be just a one-time O?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jade C. Jamison
• Release date: Jun 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501416668

Jade C. Jamison

1. Imagine 2. Play some music 3. Write 4. Blow readers away 5. RepeatJade C. Jamison is a steamy romance author, heavy metal fangirl, wife and mom, coffee connoisseur, cat lover, and vegan foodie--not necessarily in that order. She loves life and believes we learn our wisest lessons when reading, especially if it's fiction. Her heroines are fierce, her heroes all but broken, both seeking redemption together. Whether in a small Colorado town or big city, she strives to take her readers' breath away...one story at a time.Find out more at www.jadecjamison.com ORhttp://www.subscribepage.com/JadeCJamison (newsletter)

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Chapter 1

KAYLEE BAKER SAT in the booth, pressed up against the wall, next to her friend Maddy. Across from them were their other two friends and roommates, Rachel and Shannon. As much as she loved these young women, Kaylee sometimes felt a little out of place with them. Tonight, however, they were pressuring her to have just one little drink to loosen her up.

On the way there, in fact, bubbly blonde Maddy had elbowed Kaylee in the ribs next to her in the car. "You are going to let your hair down tonight, even if I have to hold you down and pour a beer down your throat. She’d seen the horrified expression on Kaylee’s face and said, Aw, c’mon, Kay. You don’t think I’d really force you to drink, do you?"

No, Kaylee hoped Maddy wouldn’t actually force alcohol down her throat, but her friend had done things almost as bad…and definitely more horrifying. The second semester of their freshman year at UCCS, Maddy had set Kaylee up on a blind double date, not telling her about it until the two of them were in the car with the guys on the way to dinner.

Yeah, now that she thought about it, Kaylee wouldn’t put anything past Maddy.

However, unlike Maddy, they also had Rational Rachel with them. Even should Maddy decide to be totally crazy, Rachel would put a stop to it. Rachel wasn’t older than any of her roommates, but she’d always seemed like it. She was ever the voice of reason, and whenever Kaylee felt uncomfortable, she appealed to Rachel, who would usually talk sense into their group of four.

Tonight was a huge exception, though. In fact, Rachel was the one going nuts, and Kaylee was convinced the woman was completely out of her mind. Her almost-black hair was piled on back of her head in a bun-like fashion, but it was messy. It looked great, though. Rational Rachel was enjoying herself immensely. Her green eyes sparkled when she talked, and her arms were animated as she jabbered a million miles a minute. Kaylee knew that, tonight of all nights, Rachel might not be an ally when it came to talking sense to the other females.

So Kaylee kept her mouth shut and sipped on the drink in front of her—an amaretto sour, she thought Shannon had said. Fortunately, Maddy wasn’t pressuring her to drink more of the amaretto than the glass of water she’d also requested. Kaylee saw that tonight, though, she had no allies, and now she was kicking herself, wondering why she hadn’t stayed home, feigning homework woes, instead of going out with these crazy gals.

Why? Because her life would be completely boring if not.

Kaylee was the quiet one, and she had every reason to be. There was nothing spectacular about her—brown hair, green eyes, pale skin. Oh, but it wasn’t beautiful porcelain skin. No, it was marred with freckles on her arms, and the freckles on her face had only disappeared since sometime in high school. She was able to make her complexion look better with foundation, but she knew she wasn’t destined to be a model anytime soon. And she wasn’t petite. She was just short, of average build…except one thing.

She had the biggest boobs out of all her friends.

Yes, folks, Kaylee, the girl who preferred to remain silent in the background, had lovely D tits, and that was why she’d spent most of high school walking with her books carried across her chest as though they were armor. She could have avoided most attention if her breasts had been a more normal size. They weren’t disproportionate—she didn’t look like a freak. She just felt uncomfortable and out of place and knew people (okay, guys) noticed.

So, not only did Kaylee prefer to be quiet and only speak when spoken to, she also liked observing most people rather than interacting. People behaved in her mind—they were polite, friendly, and predictable. Real life, though, was where people were assholes—rude, mean, conniving…and she wanted nothing to do with them if she could help it. Yes, Kaylee had the requisite amount of friends, and she loved them, but the rest of the world she kept at a distance. It was safer that way.

And that’s why Kaylee sat in the bar in the booth with Maddy on one side and the wall on the other, nursing a drink while swigging a glass of water.

Shannon, another boisterous young woman, was probably the most fun of the group. It could be argued that Maddy won that title, but Shannon rarely did anything that wasn’t grabbing attention for herself. Shannon would be graduating that May with a business degree. Yes, a business degree, but she had a minor in theater, and that was because she was a hell of an actress. More than that, though, she was a larger-than-life personality, from her red hair to her model height. Her presence demanded attention, but she wasn’t overbearing or untouchable. The woman was pure, unadulterated fun, but Kaylee appreciated that her fun was never at others’ expense.

Okay, at Kaylee’s expense, because Kaylee often felt out of her element as it was.

Tonight so far, though, was a contender for the most uncomfortable night ever. Kaylee squinted, wondering if she’d already had too much to drink, as she listened to what Rachel was saying. Kaylee realized part of it might have been that she was missing some of what the other woman was saying—after all, it was loud in that bar.

Rachel had started the conversation talking about masturbating, a subject Kaylee didn’t feel at ease with anyway, but she was being loud and Kaylee was afraid other people were going to start listening in. Shannon was encouraging her, though, and that was when Rachel said, Seriously, ladies. When will we admit that we like sex—including rubbing one out—as much as men?

Shannon raised her glass. I have no problems admitting it!

Maddy raised her glass to toast Shannon. Oh, I guess I have some catching up to do. I thought it was a dirty, dark secret!

Shannon and Rachel laughed. Maddy was the least quiet in their group about her sex life, and the idea of her keeping anything sexual secret was hilarious. Kaylee held her glass up in a toast but said nothing. If she played along, they wouldn’t drag her into something even more embarrassing.

Rachel put down her glass and leaned over the table. Clearly, the woman had already had enough to drink to feel relaxed. "This is going somewhere, believe it or not. Have any of you heard of orgasmic meditation?"

Maddy spat out part of her drink back into her glass and then started laughing. Shannon’s eyes grew wide. She too was smiling but also curious. Kaylee took her usual posture—she wasn’t going to say anything, thereby inviting teasing or forcing her to talk about her nonexistent sex life…including the fact that she didn’t masturbate, and that made her feel weird.

Yes. She had never—as in never, ever—masturbated.

Kaylee was raised in a strict Christian household. Her parents had never flat out told her masturbation was wrong…but they sure as hell let her believe it and never told her it was okay. They had told her sex outside of marriage was a sin, but her mother pulled her aside later and told her it was okay to test drive a car if you really loved it.

Ugh. No wonder Kaylee felt better clinging to the wall and not drawing attention to herself.

Maddy, having caught her breath, said, What the fuck is orgasmic meditation, and where do I get myself some?

Rachel grinned, her eyes sparkling, and stood. She pointed her finger, and Kaylee was surprised her friend wasn’t slurring. I’m getting to that. Rachel waved to the guy near the bar, the guy who’d been fetching drinks all night. It was clear that the man wasn’t used to serving drinks, probably more comfortable tending bar, but he was doing the best he could. It seemed to be a demanding crowd that night. When the guy made it to the table, Rachel said, We need another round, please. Then she looped her finger in the guy’s collar before he could turn around to do her bidding. I’ll make it worth your while.

He chuckled nervously and skittered off to fetch their drinks. Maddy said, Would you spill it already?

Rachel rolled her eyes, but it was evident that she was enjoying the buildup…much like she would have a delicious climb to orgasm. Ladies, orgasmic meditation sounds like something we all need to try.

Kaylee could feel herself slouching in the booth, wishing she was anywhere but there. She did not want to talk about sex with her friends, especially if the talk was going to center around orgasms. She thought maybe once she might have had an orgasm before, but she wasn’t sure. And it wasn’t a big deal. Yeah, sure, she liked the way a guy’s dick felt inside her, but it wasn’t something she wanted to talk about.

No way.

Rachel wasn’t waiting for anyone to keep up. "I read an article on it earlier today, so then I Googled it. Have any of you ever heard of tantric sex?" Shannon nodded her head but Maddy said no. Kaylee shook her head, but Rachel was already storming the castle. "Well, the concept is similar. It’s all Buddhist and higher level and stuff…but it’s fucking orgasms, you know? I mean…that shit’s insane! And to have someone doing it to you without expecting a blowjob in return? She laughed. I am so there."

Maddy laughed along with her friend but then said, Doesn’t that just make the person bringing it on an overpaid pretentious whore?

"You would think so, but no. They are totally serious about it. You even keep your shirt on! They say they want to remove the goal—you know, that you have to orgasm. It’s more about the experience, focusing on the sensations. And it’s fifteen minutes. That’s it. And then you talk about it."

Shannon burst out laughing. "You talk about it? What?! ‘Baby, was it good for you’?"

Rachel giggled. No. Maybe. I don’t know! The poor waiter handed Rachel her new drink and she donned a lustful smile. The alcohol was definitely talking. Thank you so much. I will be tracking you down later. I want to stuff a tip down your pants.

He smiled again, and Kaylee could see he was nervous. She thought he must have imagined Rachel as a jaguar, and if she got anywhere near him on the open plain, she’d chase his ass, knock him down, and tear into his flesh.

Kaylee suspected Rachel just might consider it. The girl got horny when she drank, and her lips got loose to boot, so her sex life (or want of one) was not a secret when she was imbibing.

Rachel said, We are going to Boulder next week. We have to do this.

Kaylee felt the blood drain from her face. No way. No way in hell was she going to do something crazy like that.

"Oh, my God, yes!" Maddy said, her voice higher in pitch, close to a squeal. Shannon was enthusiastic as well, her head pumping up and down with vigor. The three women then turned to look at Kaylee.

She was going to have to say something. Damn it. She waved her hands in front of herself. Oh, no, girls. That’s way out of my comfort zone.

Rachel reached across the table, patting Kaylee’s hand. "Exactly why you have to do it."

As if the idea of being rubbed to pleasure by a stranger wasn’t rattling her enough, she spied Rachel’s brother out of the corner of her eye approaching their booth. Blaze Donahue was a guy Kaylee had drooled over since the first time she’d laid eyes on him a couple of years earlier when she and her friends had moved in together. Blaze had always seemed like a nice guy but he had a bad boy vibe that scared Kaylee off. Sure, he was hot—shoulder-length brown hair and deep, dark brown eyes that always seemed to have a twinkle in them. He had some facial hair—a dark goatee and mustache that looked damned sexy. He wasn’t super tall but plenty taller than Kaylee, and he seemed to have a nice body under the t-shirts and jeans he frequently wore. But Kaylee had never been the type to throw caution to the wind. She might have fantasized about Blaze on occasion but knew they were in different leagues. Besides, she was much too reserved for a guy like that, even if he did make her legs feel like jelly. Still, it was nice to dream.

But not now.

No, definitely not now, while they were in the middle of a bizarre conversation about female—not masturbation, but close…whatever the hell they were talking about. Yeah, Blaze had crappy timing. Still, Kaylee found herself happy to see him like she always was. Blaze, more than any other guy, made her feel tingly all over, and while she knew she’d never have a chance with a guy like him (and wondered if she’d want to), he was easy on the eyes.

He dragged a chair over to the booth and flipped it so it faced away from the table, sitting backward on it, folding his arms over the back. Hey, sis, he said to Rachel and then swept his eyes to take in the other three women. Ladies. Kaylee felt a shiver climb her spine when his eyes made contact with hers, even though it was but a brief moment.

Sweet brother! Rachel stood and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him on the cheek before sitting down and picking up her drink again. Settle something here for me, will you? Blaze raised his eyebrows. "If you had a chance to have an orgasmic meditation, would you do it?"

He smiled and said, Meditation? Who can think when they’re getting their rocks off?

Maddy started laughing. Would you pay a therapist to give you a hand job?

Pay someone good money when I can do it myself? No fuckin’ way.

Rachel glowered at her brother. "It’s not just that. It’s more than that. It’s an experience." Kaylee thought Rachel was changing her tune a little to justify it to her sibling. She’d been all about the O up to that point. And you’re ruining the moment, dear brother. I’m trying to talk my sweet roommates into making a road trip to Boulder to experience it for ourselves.

Blaze started laughing—hard. By the time he caught his breath, Rachel was full-on pissed. Blaze ignored her and said, Would that make it a gang bang? He started laughing again, and even Maddy and Shannon joined in. Rachel slammed down her drink and Kaylee sank in her seat. This was not funny, especially when Mr. Dream Guy was joking about something so intimate and embarrassing.

And Kaylee would never tell the secret that she’d never masturbated.

It was a long story. She almost had…once, just a couple of years earlier, but she could hear the youth group leader from her church in her head, telling her masturbation was the tool of the devil. She’d believed it back then. Now, she wasn’t so sure, but she just hadn’t gone that far with herself.

So to talk about fingers around a woman’s clit—her own or a stranger’s—made her uneasy as all get out. Worse, though, was hot Blaze just feet away making light of it. If he so much as looked her in the eye again, she thought she’d die.

Look, dickweed, why don’t you go hang with your guy friends? You know, the group of a-holes who happen to think you have a sense of humor.

Aw, c’mon, Rachel, I’m just messing around. He pushed his hair to the side, the hair that threatened to cover one of his eyes in the sexy way it sometimes did. You’re serious about this?

Hell, yes. Don’t you think doing something like this could be better than going to the mall or getting our nails done together?

He shrugged. Maybe. He glanced around the table again and Kaylee felt relief that their eyes didn’t lock. Well, she’d made sure they didn’t because she’d brought her glass to her mouth, and she was sipping when his eyes got around to her. But what if your friends aren’t interested?

Rachel frowned. We hadn’t quite gotten around to discussing that.

Reviews for Friction

[obsessed7by7books · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I received this book in exchange for an honest review

Wow, this book did take me by surprise. It was hot and sexy.

A good read as well.
The story flowed beautifully and we follow someone on their journey of sexual discovery, it's made better by having a hot sexy male.