Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
One month later
Jorja could feel the bubbles of excitement in her belly as she took the final turn onto the street which led to the compound.
It really was happening. She’d spent the last month since Gunnar had left to go to his meetings sub-leasing her apartment, packing up her stuff, and letting her clients know she was no longer in the acquisition business and giving them references for people she trusted who could help them going forward.
There had been so many phone calls between them since that she knew this move was the right one for them both.
God, I hope Remi wasn’t recording any of those calls, or if he was, someone better have taken a photo of his blushes.
All the way through Germany and Switzerland, it still hadn’t sunk in that she was upping sticks and moving.
But now, seeing the huge electric gates sliding open for her, her nerves dissipated and excitement was firmly in lead position at the polls of her emotions.
She slid the car into a parking spot and barely remembered to yank up the handbrake as her door opened and Gunnar filled the space.
For a moment they stared at each other with big stupid smiles on their faces, until Gunnar swooped down to kiss her.
Just when she was almost at the point of beating him so he’d allow her to breathe, he pulled back and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, smoothing it into place. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
As they smiled up at each other, the other guys were already unloading her car. The trunk slamming shut made her jump, and Gunnar chuckled softly. “Come on, let’s go in.” He slung one arm over her shoulder and tugged her into his side.
Jorja paused when something brushed against her knee and she stooped down to ruffle Zombie’s ears.
“Hi, puppy wuppy. I missed you.” She was rewarded with a long lick across her cheek.
“I know. I saw you being all badass and stuff,” she whispered to him.
“I promise I’ll never tell anyone you just love belly rubs and ear scratches. ”
“Does that go for me too?” Gunnar quipped as Zombie flopped over on his side for her to give the aforementioned belly rubs.
“Nope, you’re not a puppy wuppy,” she teased, and after one last pat on Zombie’s belly, got to her feet. “You’re a big growly bear.”
“As long as I’m yours,” he told her seriously, “I don’t care what you call me.” He tugged her with him to his place. By the time they’d made it up the stairs, all her luggage was piled between the window and the TV. He led her toward the bedroom.
“Gunnar, as much as I love you, if you don’t let me pee and have coffee or wine before you take me to bed, we are going to have problems.”
“Not yet, beautiful.” He brought her hand to his lips, turned it over, and pressed a kiss to the center of her palm. “I want to see if what I fixed works for you.”
“What did you do?”
She followed him across the room and he pushed open the closet door, then stood back and she peered in. Gone was the workout gear and weapons boxes. “It looks so bare without all your stuff.”
“Is it enough room?” He went to a shelf on the far wall, grabbed a stack of jeans, and stuffed them onto a shelf with folded t-shirts. “I can make more room.”
“You did this for me?”
“Move anything you like in the place.” God, he was freaking adorable when he seemed unsure. “I want you to be comfy. Make my home yours…”
She stepped into the closet and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him from behind. “It’s perfect.”
“There’s space in the bathroom for all your makeup and girlie shit too.”
He was acting like he’d never shared space with a spouse before.
She wasn’t sure what she should make of that.
“Gunnar.” Tugging on his t-shirt, she made him face her.
“It’s perfect. We’ll figure it out together.
” Everything which had made the bedroom his had mostly disappeared. “Where did all your stuff go?”
“You need room for your stuff. I boxed mine and put them in the storage. Women don’t like to have weapons and shit all over the place.”
Suddenly, it all made sense. That bitch of his ex-wife had made him feel unwelcome in his own home.
She’d made what should have been their home only hers.
Jorja plopped her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him.
“Go get your stuff, baby. Because I didn’t drive all this way to take your home away from you. I came to share it with you.”
“Umm…”
Clearly, her man was still confused.
“I love coming in here and seeing bits of you everywhere. I’m not saying I won’t lose my shit when I trip over your boots half a dozen times a day.
” She went to him and kissed him softly on the jaw.
“But that doesn’t mean you take them out of here; it means you put them on the shoe rack where they belong. ”
“Oh.”
“Go get your stuff, babe. Let’s make this place our home. Not yours, not mine… ours.”
He nodded and kissed her forehead. “I’m still figuring it out, huh?”
“Yup. Now go, shoo.” She nudged him toward the door.
“I promise I’m only going to pee and get a drink, and I’ll still be here when you get back.
” She watched him go, bless him. If it took her a lifetime, she was going to undo all the damage his ex-wife did and show him that in their relationship, he mattered too.
* * *
Gunnar sat back on his heels and observed their progress. He leaned over and checked the last box. “I think we’re done.”
“It may be a little cluttered.” Jorja looked around the living room. “But yeah, I think we’re done.”
He couldn’t resist her anymore and placed his hand behind her neck, drawing her closer until their lips touched. “Thank you.”
“I love this.” She gestured toward the room. “It may be a bit of a mess, it may be our stuff on every single shelf, but it’s us.”
“I agree.” He kissed her neck, then his lips slid further down as she buried her hands under his t-shirt.
Jorja raised her arms as he lifted her shirt, unclasped her bra, and drew it down her arms. His lips claimed one nipple, and she gasped, holding his head to her breast, and relaxed into his touch.
He lifted Jorja and carried her to their bed. Their bed… it sounded so damn right. Standing her next to it, he helped her strip off the rest of her clothes. “You are so beautiful.”
He quickly stripped off his jeans and shirt, then pulled her down on top of him. They kissed for a very long time. Their hands touched and explored everywhere they could reach as they savored and relearned the spots which dragged a heartfelt sigh or a moan from the other.
When she shifted and wrapped her legs around his waist, Gunnar groaned. “You’re killing me, beautiful.”
“That’s the plan, Jerk-God. That’s the plan.
” She twisted and arched her waist, brushing against his cock he refused to deny her.
Very slowly, he pushed into her, making sure there was little or no pain.
She pushed up, meeting his stroke until he slid all the way in.
He began to thrust, matching her rhythm, starting off slow and gentle, then worked up faster and faster.
Using his hands on her nipples made her cry out, and his cock responded to the call.
Only Jorja could take what was already rock hard and make it ache with need with one simple sound.
Gunnar turned her over with one hand and entered her from behind.
She sighed and moaned with pleasure, arching her back as he thrust into her deeper and harder.
“Gunnar. Ohhhh...” Her movements sped up, urging him to give her more.
Mine.
Made just for me.
Turns out he was a possessive bastard after all. Jorja was his, just as he would always be hers. He gripped her hips and slammed into her, pulling her back to meet his strokes. “Mine.”
“Yours.”
She clenched around him, driving him dangerously close to the edge. He needed to see her face, wanted to watch her as she came, and turned her again so she was on her back.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Not going to stop, baby.” He tugged her to the edge of the bed and stood by the side. “I want to see your face when I fill you up.” He grabbed his cock and slid it over her opening before dipping inside. “Ready?”
“Yes, damn it. Do something.”
He gave her a lazy smirk, took her at her word, and entered her, holding her thighs to give himself leverage as he… did something… just like she’d demanded. Gunnar moaned, throwing his head back, fighting against the orgasm he could feel was ready to explode through him.
Jorja first.
Jesus.
Her first.
Her first.
Jorja screamed, her eyes closing tightly shut as she came on his cock, and he followed her over into the abyss.
Finally, they both sighed and relaxed back on the bed.
Even as he struggled to catch his breath, he didn’t want to stop touching her, and ran his fingers over Jorja’s skin.
When his fingers skimmed close to her clit, she sighed and opened her legs wider, giving him more access to run his fingers over her pussy. He pushed two fingers inside her.
“Gunnar.” She sighed and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking him from root to tip. Her fingers soon found a rhythm which drove him insane, and he doubled his efforts, pumping his fingers in and out of her until both moaned as they pleasured each other.
“I love the sounds you make when I do this.” He tweaked a nipple with one hand.
Jorja moaned and sighed, her body relaxing into him. It didn’t take long before he knew if he didn’t do something, he’d come in her hands. Gunnar rolled them over until she straddled him, with a knee on either side of his hips. She gripped his cock firmly in her hands and slid him into her.
“Fuck.”
“Is that what this is called?”
His beautiful minx smirked down at him and clenched hard as she slid all the way down over his cock.
“Mmh.” Gunnar slid his hands under her buttocks, helping her as she moved up and down, faster and slower as they desired.
When Jorja bent forward, he licked and nipped at her breasts, and when she arched backward, he stroked over her clit with his thumb.
Every stroke, every touch, both demanding and giving more pleasure.
When Jorja’s moans came nonstop and she slumped forward against his shoulder, Gunnar once more flipped her onto her back and managed to stay inside her while he did it.
“No hands.”
“Gunnar.” Her fingers fisted into his hair and she tugged hard enough to make him wince.
Catching her ankles, he placed her legs on his shoulders, pulled his cock almost all the way out, banded one arm around her thighs, and thrust into her hard. Then again. On the third stroke, she was screaming his name and came.
“Beautiful,” he praised. “Just fucking beautiful.” His hips stuttered and he pressed into her, holding her against him as he came hard enough to see stars and sparks behind his closed eyelids.
Gunnar carefully flopped down beside her and pulled her head onto his chest, his fingers smoothing the hair back from her temple. “I think you killed me.”
“But what a way to go, right?” Jorja pressed a kiss to his chest.
He kissed her temple. “Damn straight, baby. Damn straight.”
They cuddled together for long moments, enjoying the afterglow until Jorja blew out a breath and sat up. “I gotta pee.”
He let her go and watched her walk across the room to the bathroom. “I’m one lucky bastard.”
“Did you say something?” Jorja called from the bathroom.
“No, baby.” He decided he loved having this with her.
The bond which had been forged between them would only continue to grow.
He vowed to nourish it, to feed it often.
One did not get to keep a forever love if it wasn’t looked after.
As Jorja emerged from the bathroom, she grabbed his discarded t-shirt and slipped it on over her head, inside out.
His inner caveman growled in pleasure. “I love you.”
She crawled onto the bed next to him and snuggled into his side. “I love you too, Jerk-God.”