Chapter 1 #2
He keeps the head in the back of my throat until my eyes start to water, and then he eases out, letting me gasp and choke around him.
Then, he’s back in, fucking with strokes so deep, I’m struggling not to pull back.
But I don’t want to, and I trust him. We’ve done this so many times before, and he knows how to guide me through it.
My eyes flicker down. He pulls back, letting me catch my breath.
“Don’t look away, baby,” he orders.
I shake my head, dragging my eyes up and letting him slide all the way back in.
Gently, giving me breath as he chooses, he starts fucking my face.
I’m lost in delirium, in the sensation of soft skin and hard veins, the lines of his tattoos, running over my tongue.
The faint taste of salt as he drips into my mouth has my pussy pulsing down below.
“Fuck, can’t hold back,” he grits out.
I slide my hands up, pushing my tits together, begging him.
He pulls out, dragging my head out of the way.
His forearms flex, rippling as he jerks himself.
His head rolls, lips parting. Then, he goes over the edge, splashing cum across my chin, my tits, down my thighs.
The base of my brain hums with animalistic pleasure.
“Wipe it with your fingers,” he pants.
I obey, running the tips over my breasts.
“Touch yourself with it,” he orders.
My face heats. Even now, I still have moments when he pushes me out of my comfort zone in the best way. He’s still holding my head as I wet my fingers with his cum and reach between my thighs, finding my clit.
God, it’s so sensitive from the way he ate me out, but I’m right on the edge again.
“Fuck yourself,” he orders. “Put your fingers inside your cunt and fuck yourself with my cum.”
My hips ripple as I do as he orders, pushing two fingers into my pussy. His cum is already inside from when he fucked me. There’s something so deeply erotic about feeling it dripping out around my knuckles.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “Eye contact, baby.”
Shuddering, I meet his gaze, keeping my fingers moving.
It’s loud, I’m soaked, and he’s hard again.
Pleasure is a hot itch that needs satisfied, rising and expanding until I’m riding a wave.
Then, it breaks, and I shake, sitting back on my heels as it rolls through me.
He doesn’t let me look away, hand in my hair and thumb braced on my jaw, keeping me still.
Finally, it’s all over, and I sag, completely spent.
“Good girl,” he says.
I’m shaky but able to stand up. He doesn’t say anything, he just starts running his fingers over me, touching me as I come down from my high. I lean against him, enjoying how firm, how steady, he feels.
He leans in, kissing me, nipping at my lower lip. “Open your legs so I can clean you up.”
My stomach does a flip and a sharp dive.
He drops down, lifting me up with one arm, and drapes my other leg around his shoulder.
My head falls back, eyes fluttering closed.
His tongue is hot, eager, as it drags over my pussy.
He dips it in, tasting himself inside me, spreading me open with his fingers to find my clit.
I push him back with the heel of my hand. “No, I need a break,” I gasp.
He looks up, eyes pleading. “Just one more.”
“You can go back under tonight,” I promise. “But I need a break. And to start dinner.”
Reluctantly, he pulls back, dropping a kiss to the inside of my thigh. Down below, I hear the distant sound of a car door slamming. That’ll be Julie-Mae, coming back from her job at the county clerk’s office. I dip my head under the water, rinsing quickly, and step out.
“What do you want for dinner?” I say, grabbing a towel.
He leans out, that look on his face.
“Oh God, you quit,” I hiss.
He disappears behind the curtain, soft laughter following me as I go out to put my clothes on. If I don’t get myself out of this bedroom and downstairs, he’s going to figure out some way to sweet talk me back into that bed again. It wouldn’t take much convincing.
Smiling to myself, I go down to the kitchen just as Julie-Mae walks into the hall. She’s always got shopping bags on her arms. Tonight, it’s from the boutique in Knifely.
“Hey, a couple of us are going out to the bars tonight,” she says, clearly in a good mood. “You care if I’m back late?”
“No, that’s fine,” I say. “Just make sure somebody safe brings you home if you drink.”
“It’s just Jenine and me driving over,” she says, hanging up her purse.
“Who’s Jenine again?”
“Stenographer for the courthouse,” she says. “She’s only a couple years older, going out with Harvey.”
“Harvey?”
Julie-Mae gives a patient sigh. Ever since she started working for the city, she’s all over town, hanging out with everybody. I can’t keep up with all her friends now.
“Harvey Reed,” she says.
“Oh, you mean Jay Reed’s grandson,” I say, setting a pot on the stove. “I didn’t know he was working for the city now.”
“He’s not. We just see him a lot at the courthouse.” She fluffs her wavy dark hair, leaning in to inspect her makeup in the microwave door.
“Why’s he at the courthouse?” I ask distractedly.
“He’s a lawyer, Mom.”
I give myself a little shake, trying to get my head on straight. Jensen appears then, rubbing the water from his hair.
“Anybody else coming for dinner?” he asks.
“I’m going into town,” says Julie-Mae. “I’ll be back late.”
His eyes narrow. “With who?”
I roll my eyes, turning my back to them.
Something I didn’t anticipate from Jensen is that he tends to overprotect his kids.
I don’t know if it’s his past and the neglect he experienced, but he’s always a little worried about them.
I get it, after everything I went through to bring Landis back to me.
But Lord, does it cause fights sometimes.
“Dad,” Julie-Mae whines.
“It better be your coworkers.” I hear him in the hall, getting his boots and hat.
“It is,” she sighs.
Her footsteps disappear up the stairs, and her bedroom door shuts. Jensen comes into the kitchen, taking a piece of gum from my purse hanging on the doorknob.
“Gonna shut the barn up, baby,” he says. “Be right back.”
“Don’t helicopter around Julie too much,” I say. “She’s eighteen.”
“Yeah, but her brain doesn’t appear until she’s twenty-five.”
“That’s not…medically correct.”
“Whatever,” he says. “You know how she is. I’m just trying to keep her safe.”
Truthfully, I do know how Julie-Mae is, and that worries me.
We’ve always been positive about sex and relationships.
My mother just told me to keep my legs shut, until somebody rich came along anyway, and I didn’t want that for my daughters.
So, I kept an open dialogue in hopes they would feel comfortable talking to me without any shame.
And it worked, because Delia talked to me before she had sex for the first time with her then-boyfriend, now-husband, Jon. I’m hoping the same goes for Julie-Mae.
“What happened to that motorcycle guy?” Jensen asks. “I thought they were going out?”
“He’s toast,” I say, pulling the oven open.
“Good. He was a little shit.”
“Apparently, she didn’t like the kind of beer he ordered one night, and she dumped him on the way home,” I sigh.
“That sounds like her." He tsks. “Julie’s got it out for light beer drinkers.”
“You know Julie-Mae. She’s judgmental and mean to men,” I say. “I think you worry about her more than you need to be worrying.”
“Maybe that’s right,” he says, coming in close.
I take off his hat and let him kiss me. He tastes like mint and Jensen, a flavor I can’t live without anymore. Then, I follow him out onto the porch to watch him walk to the barn, the sun setting behind Sovereign Mountain in the distance.
My horse, the one he got for me years ago, is retired.
She’s grazing in the pasture behind the barn, pale light glinting off her coat.
I sink down, wrapping my arms around my body, and plant my bare feet on the warm steps.
This is my favorite place in the world now.
Every morning, I bring my coffee out here and soak everything in.
Jensen put up bushes to coax the wrens to nest near the house, and it worked.
I’ve witnessed generations of wrens grow up and fly away at this point.
I glance up. Jensen is by the fence, whistling to the horses. My heart warms, remembering all those years ago, when I sat on this porch with him for the first time.
I smile.
He got everything he wanted. And so did I.