Chapter Eleven #2
He sank inside her and groaned, dropping his face to her neck.
He rocked slowly, and she felt the walls of her core adjust to his size.
Her hands spread over his back, urging him closer.
He lowered slightly but kept his weight from crushing her.
She craned her neck, and he licked the column of her throat, sinking deeper inside of her.
Roxanne pressed her lips against his shoulder, tasting his salty skin.
A flavor that shouldn’t have been enticing was her new favorite.
She hooked her legs around his waist, spreading herself, and looped her arms over his shoulders. Their chests were pressed together and his heart pounded against hers. They were so in sync, and she felt him everywhere.
Roxanne had little hope she’d come again.
Usually, she was one and done, but Jonah was changing the rules of the game.
His strokes quickened as he fucked her harder.
A ripple of heat coursed through her blood, heightening every nerve in her body.
He grabbed her thigh, pressing it against the mattress, which gave way to a new angle.
Fuck, yeah! Her nails dug into his shoulders when he groaned in her ear, and she heard his faint voice.
“You feel so fucking good, Rox.” His cock slammed into her pussy, and she gasped for a breath.
This was what she wanted without even realizing it. Jonah was losing a little control with his desperate need for her, and it was sending her over the edge.
Twice in one night? This man just achieved legendary status on her list. She wrapped her heel over his thigh, riding the wave of another orgasm, and felt Jonah lock into her pussy with a guttural groan, his weight bearing down on her as he came.
Best sex ever!
****
Jonah could’ve spent the next twelve hours in bed worshipping her body.
Once wouldn’t be enough. Her lips skimmed over his neck as he dropped his hand over her ass, caressing her skin.
She’d been lying on top of him naked for the past twenty minutes.
He couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, he’d been so content with a woman in his space.
And his arms. Usually after sex, he was mentally preparing for his departure.
Not with Roxanne. He threaded his hand through her hair.
It was soft and silky with a flowery scent.
Jonah had no immediate plans to leave his bed, but his body forced his hand. A low rumbling growl from his stomach served as a reminder that they hadn’t eaten their burgers and fries. He’d brought them into the house from the workshop and left them on the counter in the kitchen.
Roxanne giggled and playfully patted his belly.
“I’m hungry too.”
Jonah kissed her head, smiling. Reluctantly, he unraveled her from his hold and sat up, dropping his feet to the floor.
They’d eat, and hopefully, she’d be up for staying the night.
He wanted to take full advantage of having the house to themselves.
It was a rarity. As if she’d read his mind, her hand caressed his back, and he glanced over his shoulder.
“What do you say we fuel up and then come back to bed?”
“Yeah,” he said, which earned him a bright smile.
As predicted, once with her wouldn’t be enough.
He grabbed his jeans from the floor and noticed the mattress dip. He turned just enough to catch her slinking out of his bed. Her body was perfection, and he instantly felt the tightening at his zipper. He usually needed a little more time to recoup from sex, but Roxanne was changing that.
Jonah watched as she slid her panties up her toned, tanned thighs.
He expected her to reach for her bra. Instead, she grabbed his gray T-shirt next to it and pulled it over her head, the hem falling to just above her knees.
She untucked her hair from the collar and smiled up at him.
There was something incredibly sexy about her wearing his shirt.
“What?”
His lips twitched. “You stole my shirt.”
“Yeah.” She sauntered toward him, stopping a foot away. “You want it back? You’ll have to take it off me.”
A challenge. He’d accept it, but only after he fed her.
They walked through the second-floor hallway. It wasn’t completely renovated. He was waiting until all the bedrooms and bathroom were done. He had a lot of ideas, which would take time and money to bring to fruition, but it’d be worth the wait.
He led her downstairs and through the living room to the kitchen.
He turned on the oven and grabbed a sheet pan from the bottom cabinet.
When he turned to grab the food, she was leaning against the counter with her hands tucked behind her and a small smile playing on her lips.
He’d been with good-looking women in the past, but none on her level.
Even with her makeup slightly smeared and her hair in disarray, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
They needed to eat. He had plans for her, which included little sleep and lots of energy.
Refueling was important. But Jonah couldn’t resist. He stalked toward her, looping his arm around her waist. He heard a slight gasp before her hands gripped his biceps.
She curled deeper into his chest, glancing up through her lashes.
“I’m really not that hungry,” she whispered.
It was his undoing. He kissed her.
Jonah’s only thought was getting her back in his bed. He drove his hand through her hair, tugging lightly until her neck arched, giving him full access. He swept his lips across her throat, earning him a soft moan, which only added to his need to take her once again.
Jonah was so distracted and in his own world with her, he’d missed the sound of a key in the lock.
“Oh, shit!”
Jonah tore his mouth from her neck, jerking his head and silently cursing. Holden stood in the doorway, his eyes darting between him and Roxanne. There was no way of downplaying the situation. He was bare-chested in only his jeans, and she was bottomless in just a shirt. My T-shirt.
“I thought you were staying over at Luke’s.”
Holden smirked. “Clearly.”
Fuck!
Roxanne’s hand tightened over his arm, and her nails dug into his skin.
She hadn’t said a word but seemed equally uncomfortable with the sudden interruption.
This was a first for Jonah. While he had dated, he never brought women home.
For this reason. He was at a loss, knowing there was no explanation other than the obvious.
Holden was too old to accept a lame-ass excuse, even if he’d had the bandwidth to come up with something.
“How was your date?” Her voice hitched, and her chipper tone didn’t match the awkward tension in the room.
Holden grinned. “Not as good as yours.”
Fuck, this kid. Jonah fought against his amusement until Roxanne shook next to him, and he glanced down.
Her small giggle rolled into a booming laugh, which seemed to cut the tension in the room.
It was exactly what he needed. However, the obvious couldn’t be overlooked.
By law, at eighteen, Holden was an adult, but it was still important to be a decent role model.
“Look, Hold …” Jonah drew in a breath.
His brother walked further into the kitchen and continued smiling at Roxanne as he took off his jacket. He slipped into the mudroom, hanging it up.
“So, what did you guys wind up doing tonight?” Holden asked.
Jonah shared a look with Roxanne, who bit her bottom lip and scrunched her nose. There was no mistaking her amusement with this whole scene. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed.
“Well, after we left you, we grabbed burgers and fries and came back here. I nagged Jonah so much, he was forced to let me see his workshop.”
That was a stretch. He had no problem showing her the space.
Holden grabbed the back of the chair and nodded. “It’s a cool setup, right? He show you the double chair he just finished? That’s my favorite.”
“Mine too,” Roxanne said.
“Sweet.” He looked up at Jonah. “So, um …”
Watch it, Holden. Roxanne was playing it very cool, but he wouldn’t allow his brother to say anything disrespectful.
“What?” His tone came out with a warning.
“Did you guys just get enough food for yourselves, or is there extra?”
Jonah shared a look with Roxanne, who was openly smiling. This kid’s brain had two subject settings. Sex and food. Jonah was thankful he was asking about this as opposed to the other.
“We have tons.” She pointed to the seat across from her. “Sit down. I want to hear about your date.”
Simultaneously, Roxanne and Holden pulled out their chairs and sat. Jonah half expected her to go upstairs and put on pants. But the shirt was long enough to pass as a dress and loose enough to conceal her shape. And? She didn’t seem uncomfortable.
Jonah grabbed the food, heating everything up while Roxanne and Holden talked about the girl he went out with earlier.
“Are you dating or just seeing each other?” Roxanne asked.
There was a long pause, and as Jonah went to the fridge, he looked over at Holden, who seemed unable to answer.
“It’s complicated.”
Roxanne scoffed. “I hate that phrase in terms of a relationship. It’s not complicated. Either you’re exclusive, seeing each other casually or hooking up.” She shrugged. “See, not that complicated.”
Holden’s lips pulled down in a frown. “Well, I’m definitely not hooking up.”
Jonah bit back his smile but added nothing to the conversation.
He had a distinct feeling his little brother was more interested in what she had to say than anything from Jonah.
That proved to be true throughout the entire meal.
By the time they’d finished eating an hour later, they’d gone from “complicated” to defining Holden's relationship.
“So, I would say, you’re seeing her with the potential of dating in the future.”
Holden’s shoulders sagged. “Pretty much.”
There was an air of disappointment in his tone, which Jonah could only assume had something to do with not hooking up.
“Is she nice?” Roxanne asked.
“Yeah, really nice. Cool with everyone. Smart too. She’s in all the advanced classes, and does student government. Last year, she organized the school fundraiser, and they made the most money they had in the history of the school.”
Roxanne’s eyes softened. “Is she pretty?”
“God, man.” His voice hitched. “So frickin’ pretty. Like your kind of pretty.”
She chuckled, sharing a look with Jonah. Roxanne had taken the compliment exactly how it was intended.
“Kind, smart and pretty? That’s impressive. You’re a lucky guy.”
Holden’s chest widened, and he sat up straighter in his chair. “Yeah.”
There was a stretch of silence before Holden shot up from his seat and started gathering the garbage. Usually, he had to be told to clean up. When Roxanne reached for her paper plate, his brother swiped it from her hands.
“I’ll clean up. It’s the least I can do since you guys bought dinner.” He piled the plates in the trash. “You can head upstairs. I’ll lock up.”
Jonah and Roxanne shared the same reaction. They both stilled. Jonah contemplated his choices. He could drive her home. Or?
“I’m going to call a car service.”
The fuck you are. There was no way he’d allow her to be driven alone in the middle of the night by some stranger. Before Jonah had time to argue, Holden jumped in.
“It’s late. Why don’t you just stay here?”
“Well,” she bit her lip, glancing over at Jonah.
If she wanted to go home, he’d take her.
But her staying didn’t bother Holden, virtually giving permission.
For selfish reasons, he liked the idea of waking up with her in the morning.
That had been his original plan. But? As an adult semi-role model, was it the best showing allowing a woman to spend the night?
I’m thirty years old. I don’t need permission.
“It’s really late.” Holden’s tone was off, and he looked at his brother. All semblance of joking vanished. He shrugged. “Not a great time to be on the road if you don’t have to be.”
Jonah read between the lines. Their parents and brother were killed in a car accident late at night. Holden didn’t bring it up often, but he’d always been a bit nervous when Cord was out too late. Some scars were invisible.
Jonah cleared his throat and turned to Roxanne. “You good with staying over?”
Her eyes widened. He suspected she hadn’t been expecting the invitation.
“If it’s okay with everyone else.”
“It’s fine with me,” Holden blurted.
Then it was settled. Roxanne was sleeping over.