Chapter 17
Jansen
H oly fuck.
I’ve had sex since my divorce, and it was always good because I love sex and women are amazing. But this…there are no words. Maybe because it’s been a while, what with buying the winery and moving here and knowing no one. Yeah. That’s it.
I’m still balls deep inside Bianca. My chest is heaving, my heart knocking so hard I feel like my whole body is pulsing. My brains are scrambled like fucking eggs. I don’t want to move.
Her hands stroke up and down my damp back and gradually I regain enough consciousness to realize I’m crushing her. “Sorry,” I mumble, shifting to the side.
“S’okay. You’re heavy but I like it.”
I shift her, too, so we’re on our sides, her back to my front. I wrap my arms around her and she wriggles her perfect ass into my groin and clasps my arms, making a soft sound of contentment. Lust pulses in my balls again.
“You were right,” she says.
“About what?”
“You told me not to worry about your sex skills. You were right. They’re phenomenal.”
I bark out a laugh at her unexpected humor. And I like the compliment.
“I agree that was phenomenal. But I can do even better in an actual bed.” I kiss her shoulder.
“Really?” She sounds dubious. But then says, “Prove it.”
I smile. “Okay. Let’s go.”
“Give me a minute. I’m pretty sure I can’t walk.”
“I’ll carry you.” But I don’t move, because I’m pretty sure I can’t walk either.
When we finally recover enough to move, I help her dress, tugging her panties and shorts up her legs while she slides the T-shirt over her head. I make a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and when I return she watches me with avid eyes, forgetting about her socks and boots. The heavy weight between my legs thickens again and I have to be careful with my fly when I pull up my jeans..
“My place,” I say.
She nods.
I turn off the fireplace and we lock up, then set out toward the house. I clasp her hand in mine as we cross the yard in the brisk darkness. “Are you hungry?”
“Oh yeah.”
“I mean for food.”
“That’s what I meant.” Her smile is sly.
We have to deal with Moose when we walk into the house. He’s ecstatic to see Bianca. She always makes a fuss over him. I fucking love it.
I flick on lights and move to the fridge. “I have leftover enchilasagna I made yesterday.” I pull it out and set it on the counter.
“Um, what?
“Enchilasagna. Like lasagna but made with enchilada sauce, also chicken and a lot of cheese.”
“Mmm. Sounds good.”
I step toward her and cup her face and kiss her. Her mouth fits to mine so perfectly. So sweetly. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses into me, and she has to feel my erection against her stomach. She makes a tiny whimper.
“How hungry are you?” I murmur.
“Starving. For you.”
Fuck, yeah. Once more, I take her hand and this time I lead her into my bedroom. The blinds are closed but there’s enough light to see each other in shadows. I stop beside the bed and kiss her again, finding that perfect angle, her tongue small and hot against mine as we open to each other. A groan rises in my chest.
She slides her fingers into my hair and sensation streams down my spine. My heart, already kicking, jolts harder.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Why do you have to be so goddamn sweet.”
She moans against my mouth.
I push her down onto the bed, on her back, and kneel on the bed beside her. I study her, so fucking beautiful, her hair a mess, her lips swollen, her clothes wrinkled, then I move over her, and kiss her again. I want to kiss her like this forever. I never want to stop kissing her. We’re grinding against each other, both of us live wires, desperate, frantic for each other again. Already.
A whine comes from beside the bed.
I go still, closing my eyes. “Jesus Christ.” I rest my forehead against hers. “Go away, Moose.”
I lift my head and meet her eyes. We both smile.
“Hang on.” I roll off her and take Moose back out to the living room. “Sorry, buddy. You’re gonna have to stay here for a while, okay.” Back in the bedroom, I shut the door behind me. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.” She smiles leisurely. “How can you be mad at a cute little pupper?”
I pull in a breath. “A cute little cock blocker is what he is.”
She giggles.
While I’m up I snag a condom from a drawer, then move back over her. This time I’m not so out of control. Now I can take my time exploring her, teasing her, making her feel good. I slide a hand up her thigh, her skin smooth and firm, on the way to absolute heaven. My dick hardens even more and I remove her jeans and those fucking miniscule purple panties that made me lose my mind earlier.
She watches me as I rise onto my knees and undo the buttons of my shirt. I toss it aside and shift to pull off my jeans. When I turn back to her she sits up and then we’re kissing again, wrapped in each other’s arms. I slide a hand into her hair, tangling in it and tugging. Her soft sound of pleasure is intoxicating. I grip the hem of her T-shirt and tug it up and over her head. Her bra is currently stuffed into a pocket of her jeans, and my gaze lingers hungrily on her perfect tits, her bare shoulders, and her narrow waist. I lean in again, slide one hand in her hair, and I cup her face with the other. Mouths biting and tongues sliding, she makes more delicious sounds.
“Jesus.” Her nipples are hardened into tight points and I feast my gaze on them as I lower her back to the bed and stretch out between her legs. She glides her fingers over my neck, through my hair, and I find her mouth again, kissing hard and rough, catching her bottom lip in my teeth, then licking over it.
My dick is hard again, already, engorged and throbbing, and tingles simmer at the base of my spin. Hands holding her face, I lift my head and look down at her. We’re locked into a cage of heat and hunger, and something shifts, slows. My eyelids drop, I lower my mouth to hers, and this kiss drifts slower. Consuming. Devastating.
Eventually I lift my mouth from hers and, eyes on hers, I kiss between her breasts. “So fucking gorgeous.” I cup them, squeeze them, kiss the hard tips, then take quick sips, pulling one nipple into my mouth, then the other.
A cry spills from her lips and her body quivers.
“Are you sore?” I ask softly, brushing my fingertips over her bare mound.
“No. I mean, maybe a little. But I’m fine.”
“Okay.” I brush another kiss on her mouth while slapping a hand around on the bed for the condom packet. Quickly, I glove up and move between her legs. I lower myself to my elbows, lowering my face so we’re nose to nose. Eye to eye. Gazes locked in an intimate connection. She reaches between us for my cock and guides it to her hot, wet opening. A groan rises in my chest, my eyes closing, and I rest my forehead on hers as I push into her. “Fuuuuck. You feel amazing.”
This is pent-up lust and repressed craving and desperate, beautiful relief.
“Can you come again?” I whisper against her ear.
“I…think so…” She finds her clit, and with a few tight, slick circles… “Yessss…”
I thrust again and again, my balls tight, pressure building at my spine. Her pussy squeezes me, rippling around me, and I let out a mighty shout as exquisite pain rips through me. Sensation rocks me in waves and I go still, pulsing inside her, burying my face in the side of her neck and panting against her skin. She holds me with her arms and legs, her mouth on my shoulder.
“Jesus. Jesus Christ. Bianca.”
“Mmmm.”
Am I even still alive? I’m not sure. But if I’ve died, I’ve definitely gone to heaven.
“I hope the enchilasagna is okay because I’m starving.” Her voice is soft and drowsy.
“Yeah?” I roll toward her and prop my head on my elbow. “You sound like you want to go to sleep.”
“Mmm. I always want to go to sleep after an orgasm. And that was three orgasms.” Eyes still closed, her mouth curves into a satisfied smile.
I stroke hair back off her face. “Maybe you should sleep.”
She cracks open an eye. “Are we back to me working too hard?”
One corner of my mouth lifts. “Maybe?”
Both eyes open and focus on me. “Can I eat first? Then sleep?”
“We can do that. Don’t move.” I shift away to get out of bed. “I’ll be back.”
Her eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
“Breakfast in bed is a thing. Why not dinner in bed?”
She smiles. “Why not.”
I grab a pair of shorts and open the bedroom door. Moose is lying right outside it and he’s shaking. “Oh no.”
“What?” Bianca sits up.
I’m briefly distracted by her gorgeous tits. Giving my head a shake, I bend and scoop Moose up. “Moose, my man. What’s wrong?”
“Is he okay?”
“He’s shaking.”
“Oh.” After a beat, she adds, “Maybe we scared him.”
I look over at her. She’s not making a joke. “Do you think?”
She bites her lip. “We made a lot of noise. It was pretty, er, physical. Maybe he’s…er, not used to that?”
“Well, no more sex for us then.”
Her mouth drops open and then she catches my eye and bursts out laughing, flopping to her back.
A smile tugs at my lips, unfamiliar and yet so goddamn delightful.
“You made a joke,” she wheezes, still giggling. “A good one. You said that with such a straight face I believed you.”
Cuddling Moose to my chest, I walk over to her, bend, and kiss her smiling mouth. “After that, the only thing that’ll stop me from having more sex with you is…well…” There’s nothing. Other than if she said no. “Well, you.”
Her eyes soften and her smile turns pensive. “I’m not going to stop you.”
“Good.” I straighten. “Come on, Moose, let’s get dinner for this gorgeous woman.”
“I can help!”
“That’s okay. It’s basically done.”
I carry Moose to the kitchen but then I cross to the door onto the deck and hook him up to the tie out rope. “You’re okay,” I tell him. “We’re okay. Sorry, little buddy.” I give him a rub then let him go.
He pees on the deck.
“Damn. That’s not how you do it, buddy.” I take him to the grass, but of course it’s too late this time. He’s been doing so well with going outside. Maybe he’s mad at us. Are dogs that smart?
I leave him out there to sniff around and return to the kitchen. I throw the enchilasagna into the microwave, toss the salad together, just a packaged one from the grocery store, fix two plates on a tray, then grab a bottle of wine and glasses.
Moose appears at the sliding door and I let him in. “Better now? Maybe you just had to pee.”
I guess a good dog dad would keep that in mind. This dog dad, however, lost his mind.
I can’t regret it.
Holy shit.
Exhaling a hot air balloon’s volume of gas, I carry the tray to the bedroom.
My steps halt as I walk in, taking in the sight of Bianca in my bed. She turned on the lamp beside the bed. Her dark hair is a tousled mess, shining in the light, the skin of her shoulders smooth and tawny from time in the sun. She’s curled on her side under the covers and looks like she’s asleep, her face relaxed and wearing that perpetual smile, but when she hears me she opens her eyes and her smile deepens.
“Oh, wow. You weren’t kidding.”
“Nope.”
She pushes herself up to sit and I don’t miss the lingering sweep of her gaze over my bare chest and arms. She sinks her teeth briefly into her bottom lip and her eyes heat.
She likes what she sees.
Fuck, yeah.
I never worried about that before, but getting rejected, cheated on, giving up the sport I love, and putting on weight apparently impacted my confidence. Under her admiring gaze, I stride over and set the tray on the end of the bed.
Moose jumps up to inspect it.
Bianca laughs.
“Hey, get down. You’re not allowed on the bed,” I tell him.
“He’s not?” Bianca widens big dark eyes at me.
“Not while we’re eating.” I pause. “Or fucking.”
She laughs.
“Or maybe ever. I don’t know. I don’t know anything about dogs.” I round the bed and sit back down. “He peed on the deck. I think he did it to be a little asshole.”
She giggles. “Oh well. You can hose it off.”
“Yeah, but I have to train him not to do that.”
“It’s okay. We got this.”
We got this.
My heart gives a sharp twist in my chest.
We get ourselves settled with plates on our laps and glass of wine on the tray between us. Bianca picks up a fork and cuts off a piece of the casserole. “Yum! This is so good!”
Moose is not cooperating. He’s dancing around on the bed, sniffing our plates, pawing at us.
“Back off,” I tell him sternly. He gives me the same puppy dog eyes Bianca did. With his one ear, he’s adorably lopsided. I lift my plate higher so he can’t stick his nose in it. For a moment, he lies down and watches us, but then he’s up again, nudging at Bianca’s arm.
She drops a piece of salad on the bed. “Oh no!” But she’s laughing. “Moose, you can’t do that!”
“I should take him out of here.”
“It’s okay. Moose, sit.” She holds up a tiny piece of lasagna noodle.
Moose does not sit. He jumps for the noodle…and lands on the tray. Our glasses tip and the bottle falls over and red wine sprays everywhere.
Bianca shrieks. I curse. Moose disappears with a flash of his white tail.
Smart guy.