CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Rebecca—
The morning sun streams through the crack of the curtains.
I roll over and see JJ on his stomach, fast asleep.
Putting my elbow on the pillow, I rest my head in my hand, and study him at my leisure.
His back is beautifully muscled and his shoulders broad, both covered in ink.
I long to run my palm over his skin, but I don’t want to wake him.
I lift the sheet and peer at his phenomenal ass.
A part of me can’t believe what we did last night, but I don’t regret a minute of it.
Slipping from the bed, I throw on one of his flannel shirts and go to the kitchen to start coffee.
I’m filling a mug when his body presses against my back and his lips touch my temple.
“Are you gonna ask me to forget last night happened?” he whispers.
“No.” I shake my head and turn in his arms to meet his eyes. “I don’t regret it, JJ.”
He searches my expression, as if he needs to be sure. “Good. Go sit down, and I’ll make us breakfast.”
“You sure?”
He presses a kiss to my lips. “I need to feed my woman after I wore her out last night.”
I like that he calls me his woman. It sounds good. It sounds more than good; it sounds right. “All right.”
I take my mug and sit on the porch with a blanket wrapped around me.
Half an hour later, he calls me in to eat.
We don’t get far into the meal before he’s pulling me onto his lap and feeding me. The food is barely gone when he drops the plate on the table, rips the snaps open on his flannel shirt I wear and latches his mouth to the nipple of one bare breast.
I moan and thread my fingers through his hair, my head dropping back. It’s not long before he stands, the chair skittering as he carries me to the bedroom, and we have sex again.
Afterward, we both shower then dress for the day.
I grab another cup of coffee and head out to the porch while he puts his boots on, then follows me out.
“Those are pretty clear skies considering the storm they say is supposed to be rolling in.” I sip my coffee, standing at the railing.
JJ leans against the post next to me. “Maybe it’ll miss us. Weather seems to always be changing directions.”
“Maybe so,” I agree. “So, what’s the plans for today?”
“You mean other than stripping you back out of those clothes?”
His wicked grin has my toes curling.
“Yes, naughty boy.”
That earns me a wink. “I thought I’d go get that tree you wanted for our living room. I don’t think we’ll get much tree traffic on a Wednesday. At least not until everyone gets off work.”
“Ooo yay! Can I help pick one?”
“Of course.”
Fifteen minutes later, we’re trekking out to the rows of trees. I examine them, searching for the perfect one for the space.
“How about this one?” I run my fingers over the pine needles.
“You sure? It’s a bit on the smaller side,” JJ replies.
“Yeah, but look how full it is.”
“Oh, I see. You’re a girth kind of girl.”
“Knock it off.” I laugh, swatting at his chest.
“Well, good for you… I have both.”
I scoff, but can’t give a retort because he’s not lying.
He tugs his work gloves on and gets to work cutting it down with the little handsaw he brought. He’s wearing a flannel shirt over his thermal, with the sleeves rolled up, and he looks hot and lumberjack-y, his muscles flexing.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
When he finishes, he straightens and catches the look in my eyes, then grins, snakes an arm around my waist and tugs me against him for a kiss.
He smells like pine and woods and intoxicating male, and if I’m not careful, we’ll end up doing it right here in the woods.
After a passionate kiss, I push out of his arms, and he reluctantly lets me go.
JJ hoists the tree up over his shoulder, and we walk up the hill and make quick work of getting it set up in the tree stand in the corner of the cabin.
“Did you want to go to town to get some ornaments?” He studies the tree.
“Let me get some lights wrapped around it first.”
We work as a team, passing the lights back and forth until the bottom is fully covered. Then I grab a stepladder, and JJ passes me another strand of lights.
Before I get a chance to connect them to the first strand, I feel his hands slide over my leggings until he hooks his thumbs in the waistband and tugs them down, revealing my black lace panties.
“What are you doing?” I turn to peer over my shoulder at him.
“I couldn’t resist. The view from here was good, but I knew I could make it better.”
With me on the stepladder, his face lines up perfect with my ass.
His hands slide up my legs, and then he gives me a light smack.
“Hey,” I squeal.
Before I know it, he’s spinning me around to face him, causing me to drop the strand of lights onto the floor. My shirt is up and over my head before I can catch my breath.
“A matching set.” His voice comes out gravely as he eyes the black lace bra I wear as well.
He pulls me to him, and I wrap my legs around his waist, his hands gripping my ass.
I expect him to carry me through the house to the bedroom, but he lowers me right there to the floor at the base of the Christmas tree.
“I don’t think there could be a better present under this tree.” His gaze roams over my body, and his eyes seem to tear off my remaining clothes like wrapping paper.
I give him a sultry smile.
He keeps his eyes on me as he ever so slowly pulls my panties down and off.
“Damn,” he breathes, “I’ll never get enough of you.”
I feel wetness flood me at his words.
“Me neither,” I murmur.
He takes my legs and drapes them over each of his shoulders, and I feel the soft flannel of his shirt under my thighs as he lowers his mouth to taste me.
He gives one long, slow lick from base to clit, and my hips buck in reaction.
“Just as sweet as I expected.” His eyes flick up to mine.
Then, holding my gaze, he takes that little bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucks it.
My breath catches.
“Oh, you like that do you?” he growls.
“Yes,” I moan, urging him on with my hips.
“How about this?”
He flicks his tongue over the nerves as he plunges two fingers inside me until I’m thrashing.
“Oh God, yes.”
His fingers find an easy rhythm, and my hips meet every thrust.
I feel myself getting closer, and my muscles tense as I quicken my pumping hips, my breath panting in and out, and a shiver of desire running over my body.
“That’s right, baby, let go for me. I want to taste you all over my tongue.”
His words alone almost send me over, but then he pulls his fingers from me and replaces them with his tongue.
A few swirls, and I’m barreling over the edge.
“Oh yes, JJ.” My head flies back and my spine arches.
His name on my tongue at my climax has him growling his approval.
He laps up every drop of my pleasure, dragging every sensation of orgasm out a little longer, then slides up my body.
Tugging a bra strap and lace cup, my breast pops out into his waiting hand.
He brushes his rough thumb across my nipple, sending a tingling wave of pleasure through me.
Then he drags the other cup, so both my breasts are on full display.
“You’re so gorgeous, Becca,” he whispers, palming one while he lowers his head and sucks the other nipple into his hot mouth.
Before long, he has me worked back into a frenzy. God, I can’t get enough of his touch.
“JJ,” I plead. “I need you inside me.”
“No need to beg, baby.” Going up on his knees, he rips his flannel off, then pulls his thermal shirt over his head, and his glorious chest is on display.
My eyes trail over every inch of ink-covered muscle while his hands drop to his waist to undo his jeans. It’s sexy as hell to watch.
I reach up and help tug them over his fit ass, urgency for him driving me.
“Is my girl impatient?”
“Yes,” I admit with no shame.
His mouth quirks up in a sexy grin, and then he palms his length as he guides it to my opening.
He hovers there teasing me, swirling the head around my wet opening with a barely there touch that drives me wild.
I let him play for a minute, then grab his ass and pull until his hard body is flush with mine.
He smooths one palm over my soft curves, and his eyes flare with heat. Soon he’s pumping into me with aggressive thrusts like he can’t get enough.
“Don’t stop.”
“Never.” He pounds hard until I feel myself ramping up so quickly that I’m about to fly over the edge.
“Wait for me,” he growls.
“I can’t. I’m going to come,” I practically scream.
Two more strokes, and he bares his teeth with a snarl, then lets out a groan as we both plummet into oblivion.
His weight drops on top of me, and his hot skin presses to mine. I wrap my arms around him, loving the feeling.
All too soon, he rolls off me and tucks me to his side.
I rest my head on his chest and wrap my arm across his abs.
“That was incredible.” His hand strokes slowly over my back.
“It was,” I agree, pressing a kiss to his sweaty pectoral muscle.
We lay there for a long while before cleaning ourselves up.
“Let’s finish these lights and head to town,” he says. “We can grab some ornaments and, besides, I’m starving.”
“I wonder why?” I tease.
“Some sexy woman had her way with me.”
“Ha!”
***
The town is bustling with shoppers when we arrive, and after grabbing a quick bite at Dasher’s, we wander through the many shops around the square.
Soon my arms are laden with bags, as are JJ’s.
“I think we have enough to decorate two trees,” he says as I push the door open to Merry Magic Emporium.
“Yes, but we need a tree topper and maybe a skirt.”
He shakes his head, but follows me in.
“Hi, how are you two doing?” a clerk calls from the counter as we enter.
“Great, thank you,” I respond with a smile.
“Can I help you find anything? I bet you want to get up to the farm before the bottom drops out.”
I glance out the window, noticing the winds picking up. “I guess that storm is headed this way after all.”
“The weather reports say it’ll be here within the next hour or so.”
“Better hurry, then,” JJ murmurs.
“I just need a tree topper and skirt,” I tell the clerk.
“Third aisle from the right,” she points.