Dakota
“Some candles, my ass,” I muttered to myself as I carried the big ass bag up the front steps. Sitting the haul down, I opened the front door. Lena was unpacking the liquor, setting it up neatly on the bar shelf.
“You must have wiped out all of your inventory prepping for your honeymoon.”
Turning around, she shot me a glare. “There’s only about fifteen candles in there.”
Fifteen heavy ass candles.
Reaching inside the bag, I pulled out a jar that was on top. It was a pink candle labeled “Company’s Comin’”.
“What does this one smell like?” I inquired.
“Clean laundry. I’m thinkin’ about changing up my label to include a scent description.”
Removing the lid, I raised the jar to my nose.
Damn, that really does smell like fabric softener.
Replacing the lid, I examined the label.
It was simple – white with Creek’s Edge Candle Co. at the top and the name of the candle just beneath it in a minimalist font.
Simple and to the point.
“I think it’s great like it is.” I sat the jar on the countertop.
She smiled. “Yeah?” I nodded.
“Yep, some things just don’t need extra fuss. The incredibility speaks for itself.”
“Maybe not, but some folks might like knowing exactly what they’re gettin’ ahead of time,” she pointed out.
“If you like it how it is, don’t change it up to appease someone else.”
The warm look she gave me told me she knew I wasn’t talking about the candles.
Placing the last bottle of alcohol on the shelf, she turned to me. “Okay, roomie. What are you grillin’ for supper?”
Jolene
“That was delicious,” I told after polishing off my last bite of steak. “It was cooked perfectly.”
He smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
The fire roared in front of us.
“I did. Sounds like you finished just in time, too.” I pointed at the ceiling.
Frozen rain pelted the tin roof, a sound guaranteed to lull you to sleep if you focused on it long enough.
He grabbed my plate and carried it to the sink.
How are we gonna wash those?
Grabbing a familiar bottle, he poured himself another glass of whiskey. “Need another?” He asked.
Nodding, I raised my glass. “You win the best bartender award.”
“I’m the only bartender,” he pointed out, filling my solo cup to the brim.
“I didn’t say you had a lot of competition. I said you were the best.”
Sitting the bottle on the coffee table, he rolled his eyes. “I’ll carry the title proudly.”
“As you should.”
We stared at the fire in silence, the flames making the shadows dance.
“We forgot to call our parents!” I jumped up. “Fuck!”
The room wiggled a little, either from the Jack or the jumping up so quickly.
“Relax.” He took another sip. “I called Big Jake, Chief Hennessy, and your parents earlier on the way to the liquor store.”
What?
“You were callin’ everybody in Creek’s Edge, and you couldn’t call me to tell me where you were so I would know that you weren’t dead?”
“Your phone was off, fruit loop,” he reminded me. “I sent a text, but it didn’t deliver.”
Oh yeah… I’m ridiculous.
“I forgot. What did my parents say?”
He chuckled. “They were grateful you weren’t up here alone. Your daddy thanked me for clockin’ Jace.”
Sounds like daddy.
“It’s a wonder he didn’t get him before you did. You know my daddy don’t play ‘bout me.”
He laughed. “I think the only thing that stopped him was your mama. The only thing he is more adamant about than protecting you is listenin’ to Mrs. Charlie.”
I smiled proudly. “You ain’t wrong. He does his best not to ruffle her feathers.”
“All men should take notes.”
Using the hair tie on my wrist, I twisted my hair into a neat bun. “Mutual respect is all I’m after. Oh, and not stickin’ your dick in my friends.”
“What a coincidence. I like my coffee a little similar. Without other people’s dick in it.”
The sip of whiskey I was trying to swallow came flying out of my nose and I started to sputter.
He reached over, patting me on the back. “You okay? What the fuck was that?”
“I was tryin’ to swallow, and you made me laugh… now I’m sticky!” I whined.
“So many jokes, so little time.”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up. I’m sticky now and I can’t shower!”
I hate being unable to shower.
“Go get in the hot tub,” he suggested. “I’ll go with you.”
In a winter storm, bro?
“It’s literally sleeting outside,” I reminded him.
He stood up, extending his arm to help me to my feet. “So? The back deck is covered, and the water is hot. It’s in the description.”
Fair point even if the execution was smartassed as fuck.
He waved his arm impatiently, encouraging me to grab it. I took it and he yanked me to my feet.
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit.,” I explained. “I figured if we were goin’ to get in the hot tub, we would just –” He held his hand up.
“Eww, please stop. Just go in your underwear.”
Yeah, because that’s smart.
“It’s the same as a bikini, Jolene.” He spoke, his voice stained with exasperation.
He’s so fun to annoy.
“Okay, but I’m wearing a tank top and not a bra. My bras are expensive as fuck and that chlorine might fuck them up.” I peeled off my hoodie, my skin pebbling as the cool, cabin air hit my bare skin.
He looked shocked, clearly expecting me to go into the bathroom to change.
I have on a tank top and panties already. Going into the bathroom and coming out half naked would be weird.
Shrugging, he hooked his fingers in his waistband, sliding his sweats down his toned thighs.
No boner…
A tinge of disappointment hit me square in the chest.
You’re a slut, Lena.
“Don’t look so sad, it’s chilly in here.” He smirked.
Am I that fuckin’ transparent?
Blushing, I rolled my eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about,” I lied.
“Sure, you don’t. Take your pants off.”
His tone forced a shiver down my spine.
“Yes, daddy,” I retorted sarcastically.
“Good girl.” He took off towards the back door, sliding the glass open dramatically. “Fuck me sideways! It’s cold!”
Coming up behind him, I giggled. “Yeah, that’s usually one of the top three indicators of a winter storm.”
“I feel like I’ve said it before but it’s worth repeating… you’re much more fun to listen to with something in your mouth.” He climbed in the hot tub.
Nothing witty came to mind so I stayed silent as I climbed the sidestep to join him.
“Wait!” He hollered. I stopped mid-way through my leg swing. “What?”
It’s fuckin’ cold, bro.
He pointed at my hips. “Are those the normal folk’s kind or are they gonna vanish the second they get wet?”
I looked down at my white cotton briefs. “These are normal.”
Accepting that answer, he scooted over, giving me room to climb in and sit down. The water felt incredible in contrast to the freezing air. Closing my eyes, I savored the feeling.
“Fuck!” My eyes flew open, his sudden use of expletives ruining my peaceful moment. “What, bro?”
“We left the whiskey inside!” He waded to the side closest to the door. “And towels!” He climbed over the side with expert balance.
We get it, you’re a firefighter.
He returned a moment later with the bottle of Jack Daniels and two fluffy towels. Grinning, he held up the bottle. “Let’s play Never Have I Ever!”
“Never have I ever gotten a speeding ticket,” she proclaimed proudly. I turned up the bottle.
“That’s only because you’re pretty. You drive like a bat outta hell.”
She laughed. “Your turn.”
“Never have I ever been bitten by a dog.” She thought it over for a second before reaching for the bottle.
“Never have I ever been inside a burning building.”
Cheap shot.
She handed me the bottle. I gulped it quickly before sitting it on the side of the tub.
“Oh, so we playin’ like that?”
She laughed.
“Okay, princess, never have I ever made a candle.” She grabbed the bottle and turned it up.
“Never have I ever saved someone’s life.”
Another sip for me. And proud of that one.
“Never have I ever painted my nails.”
Another sip for her.
We may as well just drink without the game…
I should have pointed it out, but I didn’t. I was having too much fun playing Battle Shots with her.
“Never have I ever worn an oxygen tank.”
Another for me.
“Never have I ever curled my hair.”
“Oh, you’re just graspin’ at straws now.” She stood and snatched the bottle, the movement revealing her extremely transparent tank top. My dick grew underneath the water.
Should I point out that her shirt is see through?
She passed me the bottle. “Why are you makin’ that face?” she asked.
You’re too respectful not to let her know.
“Your shirt is see through.”
She looked down immediately and shrugged. “Well, you saw them last night anyways, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Okay then, I didn’t think about the fact that it would be see through, but all I brought with me are white tank tops.”
I’ve never seen her in anything white before this weekend. It’s always black.
“I know, I always wear black,” she spoke, reading my mind. “I was tryin’ to be all bridal and shit.” She looked so sad at her own explanation.
“Hey, it’s okay.” I reached out for her. She shook her head. “I’m okay. I also just remembered that my panties are white and probably fuckin’ see through, too.”
Why do I want to see?
“Stand up and let’s see.”
You were supposed to think it, not say it!
Obediently, she stood on the ledge of the hot tub.
Okay, that’s enough Jack Daniels for tonight.
“Are they see through?”
I looked at her closely. Her panties looked like melting sugar, the fabric barely glazing her swollen, bare pussy.
Goddamn!
“Yes.”
“I figured.” She reached down and touched herself, the contact hardening her clit immediately.
Please, sit the fuck down.
“I don’t know why you’re makin’ a disgusted face like every bit of this wasn’t in your mouth last night,” she snapped, sitting down with an abrupt splash.
The fuck?
“What?”
“Nothing. Give me the bottle.”
Absolutely the fuck not.
I moved the bottle out of her reach. “You think I’m disgusted?”
She didn’t say a word.
“Lena.”
She only nodded.
You gon’ learn today.
Reaching under the water, I grabbed her by her hips, lifting her to the side of the tub. Shrieking in surprise, she grabbed my head to keep from falling over the side.
I spread her legs. “You think seein’ this bothered me?”
She was too stunned to speak.
“You think this…” I brushed my thumb against her swollen lips. “…bothered me?” I grazed her with my thumb again, her body jolting at the contact.
Okay, I’m gonna need you to say something.
“Lena.”
“I don’t know…the look on your face…” she trailed off.
I took my hands off her, my dick protesting immediately.
She’s unsure and we aren’t doing it under those circumstances.
“Why did you stop?”
“You didn’t seem comfortable and making sure you are - that is my number one focus.”
“I’m just cold. Warm me up.”
Or just get back in the water so we can both start thinkin’ clearly.
“Climb back down into the water,” I instructed, reaching for her hand. Taking my hand, she placed it against her pussy.
“Make me forget that I’m cold.”
Abort mission. Abort mission.
I rubbed her through the wet cotton. The sound she made was louder than the sleet on the tin roof.
I tapped on her clit. She yelped and jumped, lifting her hips in search of anything to get her to her release. I stroked her with my thumb, my eyes fixated on her tits bouncing inside her sodden shirt.
“Please, keep doin’ it just like that,” she pleaded. “I’m gettin’ so close.”
Increasing the pressure, I pinched her throbbing clit, rolling it between my thumb and index finger. She erupted, her body convulsing as her orgasm drove through her.
“Fuckkkk, I’m cumming!”
Do it quietly before I wind up fuckin’ you over the side of this hot tub.
“Cum again, baby,” I ordered, rubbing her harder, faster. “Cum again, Lena. Now.”
Leaning over, I sucked her clit through the fabric, reaching up to play with her nipples as I sucked. She screamed, her body quaking as wave after wave of intensity shattered her. Finally, I pulled away, satisfied that I’d warmed her up.
“Dak, that was –”
“Lena!” A deep voice interrupted.
Fuckin’ Jace.