Chapter Sixteen
Jennifer
Fletcher's command that I must come immediately doesn't seem like it ought to do the trick---but it does.
I shatter beneath him once again, my body arching off the bed as I cry out his name.
Waves of pleasure ripple through me as Fletcher holds me steady, his strong hands anchoring my hips while I thrash and cry out his name over and over.
Once the orgasm has faded, I'm still gasping, still coming down from that high when he groans against my neck, his breath hot and ragged.
"Bloody hell love," he growls. "You come like a supernova."
I sink my fingers into his shoulders while aftershocks pulse through me. I've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so completely safe at the same time. Fletcher's gaze holds mine, dark and intense, pupils blown wide with desire.
"Your turn, Fletcher." I reaching between us to sink his cock deep into my velvety channel.
His expression has turned feral, as if he wants to devour me like a craven beast. Fletcher freezes for a moment, then slams his dick into me so hard that a sharp cry bursts out of me.
As he begins pummeling me, I realize I'm completely at his mercy.
The intensity of his movements shifts something fundamental between us---this isn't just physical anymore.
This is Fletcher claiming me, marking me with his body, and that both terrifies and thrills me.
I never could've imagined the calm, collected single dad would turn ravenous.
But I love it.
Every thrust shoots lightning straight into my core.
I wrap myself around him, plunging his cock deeper inside me, needing every inch of him to fill me up.
The headboard slams against the wall in an erotic rhythm, and the bed thumps on the floor, but I don't care who hears.
The sounds flesh on flesh fill the room, and the way he grits his teeth while grunting does something to me I'd thought was unthinkable.
He makes me come again.
This time the climax hits me so powerfully that I scream. "Oh god, Fletcher! Yes! Yes! Don't stop, never stop!"
He finds my clit with his thumb, rubbing it mercilessly while he consumes my nipple too. The dual sensation has me spiraling toward another peak embarrassingly fast. I sink my teeth into his shoulder to keep from screaming too loudly. I might scare the couple next door.
The pleasure has become almost unbearable---too much and yet not enough. But just as Fletcher punches into me one last time, another orgasm shudders through me. He throws his head back and howls like a werewolf, frozen in his final thrust.
Then he gets rid of the condom and flops onto the bed beside me on his back. His eyes flutter shut, and his chest heaves. Now that we're both spent, I sprawl on my back, dazed and exhilarated in equal measure.
"Jennifer, pet, you've given me the best sex in the entire universe." He brushes his fingertips over my cheek. "Sounded like you experienced something just as incredible. Am I right?"
"Oh god, yes, it was beyond description." I aim a sloppy smile at him. "You are a sex god, Fletcher Murgatroyd. Your parents should've named you Eros."
He chuckles. "I appreciate the compliment, but I'm hardly a god."
I roll over onto my side, slinging my arm across his chest. "After that workout, you need to feed me."
His sweetly lopsided smile melts my heart. "I think we both need to replenish our energy some savory foods. How does that sound?"
"Mm, yes. You read my mind."
Fletcher sweeps me up in his arms and carries me down to the kitchen. I'm naked and being carted around by an equally naked Fletcher, yet somehow, it's totally natural. His strong arms enfold me, and I know he would never let me fall. I listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my ribs.
My thought a moment ago wasn't quite right. I have fallen---but not physically.
"You do realize I can walk," I remind him.
"Where's the fun in that? Besides, after the workout I just gave you, I'm not entirely sure your legs would cooperate."
He's not wrong. My thighs are still trembling from the aftermath.
Soft evening light bathes the kitchen. Fletcher sets me gently on the cool granite countertop, and I shiver at the contrast against my heated skin.
"Are you cold?" he asks, already moving toward the refrigerator.
"Maybe a little." I swing my legs, watching the play of muscles across his back and shoulders as he moves.
Fletcher's body is a work of art, sculpted and strong in ways that turn me on like crazy.
"I can't believe we're doing this. A naked midnight snack after body-shattering sex.
It's very rom-com of us, don't you think? "
Fletcher opens the fridge, ducking his head in there. He emerges again holding a block of cheese and cold cuts. Then he hunts down a bottle of wine. "Nothing wrong with being a cliché if it feels this bloody good."
He grabs two glasses from the cabinet, his body stretching in the sexiest way. I'm sore in the most delicious way possible, yet I'm already wondering how soon we can go back to bed.
"See something you like?" He catches me staring, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
"Maybe." I try for nonchalance but fail miserably. "Scratch that. The answer is yes. I love your body and especially that amazing dick."
He pours us each a glass of deep-red wine and hands one to me. Our fingers brush during the exchange, igniting little sparks on my skin.
I take a sip, letting the wine warm my throat. "So tell me something I don't know about you."
Fletcher leans against the counter opposite me, completely unselfconscious in his nakedness. "What would you like to know, darling?"
"Everything." The word comes out more breathlessly than I intended. "I mean, we just had the most incredible orgasms of our lives, and I realized I don't even know your middle name."
"James." He assembles a small plate of cheese and crackers. "Fletcher Ralph Murgatroyd. Rather stuffy, isn't it?"
"I think it's damn sexy. Sounds like a proper British gentleman who becomes a maniac in the bedroom." I accept the cracker he offers, biting into it as I mumble, "What else?"
He cups his hand around his ear in a sarcastic manner. "Sorry, love, what did you say? Your chomping drowned out the words."
I roll my eyes. "Crackers aren't that loud."
He pops a piece of cheese into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "All right, here's something you don't know. I wasn't always this calm and collected. Back in my twenties, I was quite the hothead. In my university days, when I played cricket, I was known as the Terminator."
"You? The Terminator?" I laugh, nearly choking on my wine. "I don't believe it."
"Oh, but it's true. I got into more pub fights than I care to admit. My ex-wife used to say I had a temper like a caged animal." His expression darkens slightly at the mention of her. "But later on, I realized she was egging me on because she loves a good fight between blokes."
"That makes more sense." I set down my glass and clasp his hand. "What happened with Claudia? I mean, if you want to talk about it."
Fletcher traces circles on my palm. "Claudia left. She said motherhood wasn't what she'd signed up for, and she needed more adventure and excitement than I could provide. She missed the brawls I used to get into."
"That's horrible." I reach out to touch his cheek. "Your brawling days are over, and it's all because of your children, isn't it? They must have changed your life."
"Oh yes, they did. I wouldn't want to live without them."
Something in his voice breaks my heart a little. The fierce protectiveness, the way his whole face lights up when he mentions his children. This man transformed himself completely for those kids. I've grown to love them too, almost as much as Fletcher does.
"Tell me a bit more about you, Jennifer. I know you're from Arkansas, but not much else."
His voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "My life back home was pretty simple.
I started out working with kids who'd been through trauma, trying to help them process their experiences.
I was good at it, but work took an emotional toll on me.
That's why I switched to being a nanny." I take another sip of wine and let the liquid courage loosen my tongue.
"I think I'm good at it, but I always feel like something's missing.
Like I'm helping everyone else build their families while mine remains a distant dream. "
Fletcher steps closer, positioning himself between my legs. His hands rest on my thighs, thumbs stroking lazy patterns on my skin. "And now?"
"Now I'm sitting naked in a kitchen with the sexiest man I've ever met, talking about feelings." I laugh, shaking my head. "If you'd told me six months ago that this would be my reality, I'd have rushed to the nearest therapist to get my head shrunk."
"Therapy might not be a bad idea," he says with that dry British humor. "We're both clearly mad."
"Speak for yourself, Mr. British Hottie."
His laugh is low and husky. "British Hottie? That's a new one."
"Would you prefer Sexy Brit? English Stud Muffin?" I grin, emboldened by the wine and post-orgasmic bliss. "I have a whole list in my head."
"Please, no more." He feigns horror, then smiles again. "I admit I'm curious about this list."
"I'm afraid it's a trade secret." Leaning forward, I drop a soft kiss on his lips. He tastes like wine and cheese. "Your turn for confessions, Big Daddy."
He slides his hands higher up my thighs. "What sort of confessions?"
"The deep, dark kind. Tell me something that would shock me."
Fletcher's expression grows more serious.
"I used to think I was broken after Claudia left.
That maybe I was the kind of man who drove women away.
That I'd never be enough for anyone." His voice drops to barely above a whisper.
"But with you, tonight...Christ, Jennifer.
You make me feel like I'm worth something again. "
My heart clenches at the raw vulnerability in his words. I cup his face in my hands, forcing him to meet my gaze. "Fletcher, you are worth everything. Claudia was an idiot to leave you and those beautiful children."
He leans into my touch, closing his eyes for a moment. "I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone again. You've turned my world upside down, pet."
"Good." I pull him closer until our foreheads touch. "I like your world better upside down."
He grins. "So do I."