Chapter 28
Jason
I stroke my hand around her throat, kissing her gently as she arches her body against me, her soft behind brushing over my groin as she reaches back to stroke her fingers through my stubble.
And when one of those delicate hands begins travelling lower until she’s stroking my hard cock between her perfect thighs, I grunt quietly and pull myself away from her lips, trying to tug her hand off of me before I end up inside of her.
And before I find myself another half hour late to the site.
“No more of that, sweetheart,” I rumble quietly, groaning when she arches back, letting my cock feel how wet she is.
I bury my groan in the side of her neck, hands scraping down her breasts as I grind against her. And then I steel my jaw and push myself upright, my broad chest heaving as I tear my gaze away from her.
Because the sight of your girl by the fireplace, wrapped in nothing but your sheets? There’s a limit to a man’s patience when it comes to saying no to a view like that.
“I’ll be home early,” I promise gruffly, enveloping her in the fur comforter before tugging her against my chest. And then I’m heaving her up around my waist as I get to my feet, picking up the box of condoms, and trudging heavily up the stairs, needing to grab a quick shower before I get my ass in my truck and join the guys for this morning’s job in town.
“What time is it?” Sunday whispers, pressing her soft cheek against my shoulder.
“Just before six,” I tell her, stroking her hair as we reach the top landing.
I’m usually already on route to work by now.
But I don’t mind a little lateness if it means making Sunday moan before I go.
Then I shove open the door to the main bedroom with the side of my shoulder, making Sunday giggle up at me before I toss her in the centre of the king-sized bed. I throw the condoms down beside her and she bites her lip, her eyes sparkling brighter.
“This is your room,” she laughs, her husky voice shaking as I brace my body over hers, gripping her chin as I kiss her gruffly.
I nudge her forehead with mine, breathing deeply as she wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“Our room.”
“But–”
“As long as you want to stay, everything here is yours.”
Her lashes flutter shyly, her cheeks dimpling as she grips my shoulders. “Everything?”
And my hands slide to her waist as I laugh quietly, tugging her closer.
I can hear what she isn’t saying but secretly wants to ask.
She’s asking, you included?
So I nod and press a kiss against the top of her cheek, before finally pulling away and starting to grab my shit from the dresser.
I cast her a look over my shoulder as she cosies up in the sheets, taking a moment to appreciate how perfect she looks before I rumble, “Yeah, everything.”
She twists her lips to the side, trying to hide her smile, and then she’s unabashedly staring at my ass as I grab a pair of boxer briefs to take into the bathroom.
She nibbles gently on her finger, gnawing it like she just needs something to do with her mouth, and I’m stiffer than fucking steel by the time that I’m stepping inside the shower.
I hit the spray as I soap up my body, the opaque steam hot and thick, and I give myself a moment to just feel it, to savour the burn as it lashes against my skin.
A minute later I’m towelling off, the fabric abrading roughly against my torso, and then I pull my underwear up my quads as I step back out into the bedroom.
Sunday is still wrapped up in the fur comforter that we were using last night, and she watches me with a lip-biting smile, probably because I didn’t close the door to the ensuite when I hit the shower.
I lean over the bed to give her a gentle kiss before picking up my socks and pants and slowly pulling them on.
“You gonna look for the stuff you want to put in Casey’s bar today?” I ask, my voice rough as I ease my zipper carefully over the situation in my boxers.
Seeing as Sunday wants to deck out the bar for Case before he gets home, she mentioned that she was going to order some stuff online, although she might look at some small businesses in Phoenix Falls too.
She gives me a teasing smile and slips a bare leg out from under the sheets, hitching it around the brown faux-fur and making me pause midway through pulling on my construction shirt.
“Maybe I’ll just stay right here,” she says huskily, before squealing with laughter as I mount the bed and get on top of her.
I press my groin between her thighs, rubbing my stubble over her breasts as she giggles breathlessly.
“I’ll be home soon,” I rumble against her, gently teasing her nipple. “And I’ll run the hot tub so that we can get in it as soon as I’m back from work. And after you’ve placed your orders for the bar, you can start putting your stuff into the dresser.”
Her breathing quickens as I range my body over hers, her fingers squeezing at my biceps as I ease myself off her.
“What do you mean?” she asks shyly, as she lifts herself up onto her elbow, and I finish tugging my shirt down my pecs as I quickly make my way toward the guest room.
I scan the area before my eyes lock on the bag at the foot of the bed, and then I’m bringing her carry-on into our room, tossing it next to her and jabbing a finger at it.
“Just shove my shit to the side in the drawers. There’s plenty room for whatever you’ve got with you.”
And Sunday looks up at me with amazed disbelief before launching herself at my chest, and tilting her head back so I can kiss her.
I rub my palms down her back, giving her waist a warm squeeze on the way back up.
“It’s too soon,” she whispers, but I give her some tongue and she stops talking, my big fingers dipping between her thighs and rubbing gently against her clit.
“Don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I murmur, “but I’m telling you right now that I want you to stay.”
And she gasps as I rake my stubble down her throat, rubbing my palm against her heat while using the other one to hold her against me.
“ Jason ,” she whimpers, and one minute later she’s coming, my stubble scraping at her breasts as she grinds against my hand, her back arching.
I press my forehead down on hers, my breathing heavy as she strokes my stubble, wishing that I could give her another hour of this but knowing that I need to go.
Because the sooner I go, the sooner I can come back to her.
I murmur that against her cheek and she nods in understanding, biting her lip as I caress her neck and then lean down to kiss her. And then I’m heaving myself out of our room and down the stairs, my fist planted firmly around my dick as I try to alleviate the ache.
I place out some cute shit for Sunday in the kitchen – a mug, a tub of cocoa, and a little note to tell her I miss her already – and then I’m just shrugging on my work jacket when something catches my attention from beyond the front windows.
It snowed pretty heavy last night so I kept my truck in the garage.
But there’s a car outside right now, and I don’t have a clue who it belongs to.
I slowly zip up my jacket and make my way toward the front door, narrowing my eyes as I pull it open just as someone steps out of the driver’s side.
It’s a rented vehicle, and that makes my eyes narrow even more.
I stay planted in the doorway as he approaches the front porch, watching silently as he tries to warm his hands up because his clothes aren’t fit for Phoenix Falls.
He jogs toward me, and I watch him blankly, not saying anything.
I live in the middle of nowhere in one of the smallest towns in the U.S., so early morning cold-callers aren’t something that I ever have to deal with.
I open my door a little wider, so that he can see the kind of machinery that I have set beside my coat rack.
He glances down at the hardware and begrudgingly slows his pace, before finally opening his mouth and saying what he came here to say.
And I stare down at him impassively, not sure if I heard him right.
But when he repeats himself a second time, my abdomen clenches tight, an unfamiliar burning sensation spreading through my chest.
I look down at him for a few more beats and finally roll my shoulders.
“Give me a minute.”
I turn around and head back up the stairs, slamming the door in his face before he gets any ideas about coming inside.
And when I reach the doorway to the master bedroom, I lean my shoulder against the jamb, folding my arms as I keep my gaze averted.
From my peripheral vision I watch as Sunday lifts herself up, concern in her gentle voice as she asks, “Jason, what is it?”
I rub my hand down my jaw, my chest pumping hard as I keep my eyes off of her.
Because I swear that she would have told me something like this…
But, then again, I don’t even know if she’s planning on staying in Phoenix Falls.
“I thought that you were heading to work?” she says softly, keeping the comforter wrapped around her chest as she steps off the bed.
She makes her way toward me until we’re standing toe to toe, and when I glance down at her beautiful face it makes what I just heard a million times worse.
“I am,” I reply, my voice deep and gravel-rough. “But someone just pulled up outside. And he said that he’s your boyfriend.”