28. Jedd
JEDD
Andy kisses me like she’s cherishing me. Blood pools in my groin as she sweeps me away. The five-foot-nothing pixie with a riot of curls is rewriting me one sensual kiss, one devoted touch, at a time.
The tight globes of her ass perfectly fit my palms as I drop my hands to pull her closer. We’re wrapped in each other, the water cascading around us.
“Jedd,” she says on a groan when I dig my fingers in to stop her wiggling.
I want nothing more than to bury myself inside of her until she can’t tell where I end and she begins, but I hold off.
For one, I don’t have a condom on, and I want to drag this out.
And honestly, I don’t just want sex. I want to show her that even at her worst, with everything falling down around us, she deserves to be cherished. To have every inch of her body kissed, worshipped, and loved.
Also, sex in the shower is tricky and all-but-a-guaranteed ER visit.
As much as I want to fuck her in the shower, I’ve heard way too many horror stories from Rhett to even consider the water sport an option.
Not considering how much I want her. How often she makes me forget myself.
Her head is tipped back, exposing the long column of her throat, and I’m helpless to ignore the offer of her flesh against my mouth. I kiss my way down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin.
I squeeze tighter when she tries to rub herself against me. My stamina, every ounce of my staying ability disappears with her.
I place one last kiss to her throat before moving away. “You still need to wash up,” I say with a grin as I step back, every ounce of me screaming in protest. Screaming at me for letting this woman go when the only place I’m convinced she belongs right now is in my arms.
Andy stares at me, incredulous. “Are you serious right now?” Her hands are up in the universal “what the fuck” gesture, and I chuckle.
“Get clean and come to bed.” I sink every heated thought, every licentious thing I want to do to her into the statement.
I have to stop myself from laughing at the way her lips thin in annoyance. At the way she snatches her bodywash off the shelf, soaps her shower sponge, and scrubs her body.
I stifle a curse when she runs the sponge over her breasts. My mouth waters for those tight peaks. I snatch a towel up and leave the bathroom. After toweling off, I don’t bother throwing clothes on. What I have planned plus the friction of boxers against my erection would set me off.
I’m just finishing up my preparations when I hear Andy stomp out of the shower. Even her annoyed huff is audible through the closed bathroom door.
My little firebrand is pissed at me. Pissed because I got her worked up and then walked away.
“Jedd.” Emotion coats my name as it leaves her lips when she takes in the room. Candles give soft light, the wavering shadows playing romantically over the space.
Andy’s got a towel bundled around her and another wrapping her hair up in a twist. Her bright green gaze finds mine, and she’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.
From the way her lashes sweep up to the swell of her cheekbones every inch of her is lovelier than the last. The delicate arch of her brow.
The curls that escape the towel she has them wrapped in.
I could spend the rest of my life looking at her and never get my fill. She nibbles on her lush lower lip, and the urge to nip it between my teeth threatens to take me out at the knees.
Everything about Andy makes me weak.
I step forward and pull the towel off her hair, letting all those fiery curls tumble around her shoulders before taking the second towel and quickly unraveling it. Then she’s in my arms.
Right where I want her—for always.
Finding her lips with mine, I drag us into sensual insanity with slow, drugging kisses that make my head light. The taste, the feel, the texture of her under my fingers and mouth could drive a sane man mad with desire.
I guide her toward the bed, tucking her under me on the soft surface. Her legs bracket my hips, and her glistening core slides along my cock.
Thrusting before I can stop myself, I grit my teeth to hang onto my fraying control.
Her pebbled nipples call to me, and I lean down to take one tight tip into my mouth, tonguing the peak until Andy gasps.
Her hands thread through my hair, tugging at the scalp. Incomprehensible sounds come from her, but I’m too focused on tasting her to decipher them.
I trail my mouth across her chest and up her neck until I find her mouth with mine again. My fingers dip between her legs to find her drenched for me.
“Andy.” I groan when I break the kiss.
“Jedd.” She pants as I circle her clit. I want to bring her off, to drag her over the edge of pleasure with me.
I massage that tight nub as I center the head of my cock at her entrance.
“Can I have you like this? Bare. Nothing between us?”
I’ve never had sex without a condom. No woman has ever tempted me enough. Sex before Andy was like getting an oil change, basic maintenance to my body.
Sex with Andy is so much more. I don’t have words to describe the difference being with her means to me.
Andy’s lust drugged gaze finds mine, and she nods. “I’m protected.”
Even if she wasn’t, I wouldn’t care. If she wasn’t on birth control and still wanted me to take her bare, I would. The thought of creating a little person who’s half her and half me makes my cock surge, desperate to get inside of her.
“Fuck,” I say when my dick slips along her core. “You’re going to let me inside you bare?” Pure feeling takes up every inch of space in my chest until I can barely breathe through the love I have for her.
She nods and her hips lift to line me up with her center. “I trust you.”
I push inside her, my dick buried in her tight wet heat and shivers rack me, the feel of her with nothing between us more than I ever hoped for.
Slowly, inexorably, I bury myself deep, stopping only when I’ve bottomed out. Tiny muscles grasp and hold me tight as I wait for her to adjust to my size.
I chant a diesel engine’s mechanical components in my head to maintain control.
“Oh god,” she grinds out, her hips swiveling, and I can’t.
I can’t hold back.
Circling her hips with my arm, I pull her, angling her so that my dick slides along her clit with every thrust, and I start to move.
“You. Are. Everything. To. Me.” Each word bursts from me in tune with the heavy harsh rhythm our bodies demand.
“Jedd.” She breathes my name between us like her personal prayer, and I fucking love it. I need more. More from her. More for us. I want all of it. All of her. Always.
Dragging her up, I lean back on my knees and brace her across my lap as I thrust up into her. My free hand wedges between us until I can get my fingers on her clit.
“Oh shit.” She gasps when I pinch the bundle of nerves.
Her cunt flutters around me, and I grit my teeth, determined to wait. To hold on until I feel her shatter around me.
“I’m so fucking in love with you, Mischief.” The confession emerges between us, stark and heated in the bubble we’ve created around us.
“Oh god,” she cries out against my mouth before kissing me.
“No more of this handling shit on your own, you hear me.” I thrust harder. “No more shutting me out. No more hiding yourself away from me. I want you. I want all of you. Everything you’ll give me and all the things you won’t.”
My hips hammer against hers with every sentence like an oath. I won’t give her up. I won’t give up on her. Not now, not when things are good or bad.
Not ever.
“It’s you and me, Andy.” The base of my spine tingles with my impending orgasm, and I circle Andy’s clit harder, faster until her legs start to shake.
“It was always going to be you and me,” I utter as I lose the fight. Pleasure swamps me, and the only thing I can see, think or feel revolves around the woman coming apart in my arms.
Her core squeezes my dick in rhythmic pulses, demanding more, demanding everything from me, and I’m helpless not to give it, to give everything I am to her.
Andy’s sprawled out on her side next to me while I draw absent circles on her skin.
The divot where her back meets her ass fascinates me.
Every inch of displayed flesh is a new path for my fingers.
I tossed boxers on after making love to Andy, but she’s sprawled out in the buff, which is more than okay with me.
More to explore. To touch.
“I’m sorry,” Andy says.
“What for, Mischief?” Shit. Am I asking too much of her? Were my stark declarations too much for her to handle?
“Not wanting to drag you into my bullshit, when I pretty much throw myself into yours whether you like it or not. It’s not fair for me to hold you to that standard.”
“It’s what we’ve done forever. I try to shield you, you try to shield me.” I turn, rolling her under me. “How about we shield each other from now on?”
I press a kiss to her lips and feel the smile bloom on her face.
“I’d like that. Your shit is my shit, and my shit is your shit.”
I laugh. Leave it to Andy to put it so succinctly. “Exactly.”
She’s finally letting me in. I want to sweep her up and spin her around. Thank her for trusting me with these pieces of herself.
She props her head on my chest. “So in that vein, what’s going on with the expansion. You talked to your contractor right?”
I tell her about the meeting with Chance, detailing how long I’ll be under construction and what the garage will look like when it’s done.
“You’ll be part mobile and part in shop for the next six weeks?”
“Yeah, it’ll be tight, but when it’s done—worth it.” The timeline for everything is the only thing that I’m worried about.
I know that things can go awry with construction, and I don’t want to be out of the shop any longer than necessary.
I’ve been shuffling clients around based on who needs the garage space. A lot of clients are okay with me working on their vehicles at their house, but I know that can’t go on forever.
“Are you excited? You’ve been working toward this for so long.”
I nod. “It’ll be good to have more room.
I can take on more clients and mechanics with more bays.
And hopefully keep the county off my ass with the additional storage we’re building in.
Chance should have the materials list available for me to approve, and then he’ll order.
As soon as those come in, his crew will get started. ”
“How is that going to affect your guys?”
“I let them know the timeline, and they’re all okay with shifting between being in the garage or mobile depending on client needs. Clancy is going to be out until we reopen, but if he comes back before the expansion is finished, he’s cool with either option.
“That’s good.” Andy’s hands lightly rub at my arms. I move to give her better access, and she laughs. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one who needs a massage. You should go get one. Greta has wonderful hands.” She grins up at me.
“Why should I pay for one, when I’ve got you here?” I banter with a smirk.
“Oh really?” Andy’s fingers dig into my hips, and I yelp at the tickle. “How’s this for a massage?” she snarks.
I capture her hands and give her an evil smile. “Now you’ve done it.”
I roll us until she’s beneath me, then dig my fingers into her hips, tickling her while she thrashes on the bed, trying to muffle her laughter.
Trying and failing.
“What are you two doing?” Piper’s sleepy voice calls from the now open bedroom door.
Oh shit.
I twist off Andy so fast I feel a muscle in my lower back twinge.
Andy yelps and drags the blankets up over her shoulders.
“Hey, Pipsqueak. What are you doing up?” I keep my tone calm and quiet.
“Had to pee,” she says sleepily as she crawls into bed between Andy and me. Andy keeps a death grip on the covers Piper’s lying on.
“Heard you laughing.” She trails off and her eyes close. Andy shoots a panicked look at me.
I stifle a chuckle. My heart is so full of happiness—of this weird normal we’ve found—that even the interruption doesn’t faze me.
Piper is already starting to drift off, so I tuck her against me as Andy reaches for the robe hooked on the end of her bed frame. She slides it on, careful to stay hidden from Piper, who’s quickly falling asleep while I rub circles on her back.
Andy disappears into her closet, and when she comes back out she’s wearing one of those silky nightgowns. Then she heads to her dresser to pull on a pair of panties as Piper lets out a snore that’s adorable and hilarious.
“Want me to carry her back to bed?” I ask.
Andy bites her lip, taking in her niece before shaking her head. “I don’t want her to wake up again.”
I nod and reach down to gently drag the blanket out from under Piper and cover her. “Sleepover it is then.” I pat the bed so Andy will lie back down. Once she’s comfortable, I reach over and squeeze her hand with mine. “It’s like being a real parent,” I say with a chuckle.
“At least she didn’t come in about ten minutes earlier.”
I snort. “I don’t think either of us could afford the therapy bill that would have needed.”
She lightly laughs, her shoulders shaking before she burrows deeper into her pillow and yawns.
I want this. I want her. I want Piper and this little family we’re creating.
And I finally feel like I’m getting it. That I’m getting through to Andy and she understands that I’m here for the long haul.
I drift off to sleep listening to my girls breathing easy in sleep, a sense of peace I’ve never felt enveloping me.