Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
GREG
I wake on Saturday morning with Joanie’s sweet ass still planted firmly over my hard dick. It makes me wonder if it ever calmed down. But feeling her in my arms right now? Worth a hundred cases of blue balls.
I also realize that since her fall, I haven’t thought about the fiasco that was the visit to see my family this past week. Not that I’m glad she was hurt, but it has distracted me from my pity party. But then, Joanie has been the distraction I didn’t know I needed from the moment we met.
I love Alpine Ridge. I didn’t come here to hide like Nate. I came here out of duty. Though like Nate, I stayed because I found peace here. But Joanie has blown that all apart. Because now? I want to be wherever she is. Maybe it’s just infatuation, but it’s certainly something I want to explore. Though to do that, I need her to see this as more than just sex.
Having to delay fucking until she’s recovered will help. Today, we’ll spend all kinds of non-sex time together, cookie decorating, sampling at the chili cookoff, and watching the orchestral Christmas Eve show. All low-key enough that they’ve been Nate-approved during Joanie’s recovery. And I will use every minute to convince her there’s something here. It’s a feeling that burrows deeper the more I’m around her, and I know she feels something, too. Or she would if she’d let herself.
Today’s mission: Give Joanie enough space and opportunity to connect with those feelings. With no pressure.
Easier said than done. Thankfully, I’ve already realized I’ll take whatever she’s willing to give.
* * *
“Are you sure you’re up for the show?” Mia asks Joanie for the third time in as many minutes. “You’ve already done so much today.”
Joanie rolls her eyes. “I ate my weight in cookies and chili, Mia, I didn’t run a freaking marathon. A little Christmas music will probably just put me to sleep.”
Mia looks pleadingly at Nate, but he shrugs. “I was worried last night, but she’s fine. Just let her enjoy the show, babe.” Mia grimaces but finally seems to accept it as we take our seats: Nate, then Mia, then Joanie, then me.
Joanie leans toward me and whispers, “On second thought, if Nate thinks I’m good as new, maybe we leave now and go back to your place.” She gives me a meaningful look.
And I’m so fucking tempted.
“No can do, city girl. Trust me; you’ll want to stick around for this.” I nod toward the stage where a jazz quartet has taken the low stage, along with Rae. Joanie quirks a brow at Rae’s appearance and gives me a look. I simply gesture to the stage with a smile as the musicians tune their instruments.
And then the show begins. Alpine Ridge may be a small town, but the people who own homes here are as cultured and varied as you’ll find anywhere. Three of the four were professional musicians at some point. And Rae …
“ Oh my God, ” Joanie gasps as Rae sings the first few notes of Let it Snow . She looks over at me with wide eyes, and I shrug. It surprises everyone when sweet, unassuming Rae busts out her sultry, smooth singing voice.
As Joanie watches the performance, I watch her. Her pure, simple joy. She’s been like this all day. Icing cookies like it wasn’t something mostly kids were doing. Tasting the various chilis like they were all gourmet. Experiencing everything in an un-sarcastic or cynical manner. Enjoying all the things that I enjoy about this small but tight-knit community. I’m not sure if it was the bump on the head or what, but she seems happier.
When the final notes of the last song fade, she looks over at me, her eyes filled with emotion. But then her brows bunch together.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.
I laugh. “I’m just in awe. What’s gotten into you today?”
She shrugs and rises from her chair. “I don’t know what you mean.”
I purse my lips but keep my thoughts to myself. Either she knows she’s bald-faced lying and doesn’t want to talk about it, or she doesn’t and nothing good will come from me pointing it out.
“All right guys, we’re headed to Portland early tomorrow for Christmas morning with Nate’s parents,” Mia declares, opening her arms to Joanie.
“Better get home so you can fuck and sleep before then,” Joanie teases, hugging her friend. “I’ll see you guys for dinner tomorrow.”
We finish a round of goodbyes, and I look to Joanie. “So, I guess that means you’re coming home with me?”
She smirks, the first sign of the naughty girl I’ve seen all day. “Was that ever even a question?” She bats her eyelashes at me, and I laugh.
“Guess not. What if I had plans for Christmas?”
She cocks her head. “Do you?”
“Nope. Got enough of my family last week. You’re not spending Christmas with yours?”
Joanie shrugs and loops her arm through mine as we return to my truck. “Mia is family. But no, my parents are in Australia. Christmas tradition. They despise the cold.”
“And they’re fine leaving their only child alone at the holidays?”
“Oh, they used to offer to bring me out there to join them. But I’ve always worked through the holidays, so at some point, they just stopped asking.”
I frown. “Do they know you lost your job?” I ask curiously.
She gives me a sharp look. “Not yet, no,” she responds, her tone as sharp as her gaze.
I nod, reading between the lines that it’s not something she wants to discuss.
She stops so abruptly that I end up a few steps ahead of her before I can react. I turn back, and she’s frowning.
“Do you want me to come home with you?” she asks, seemingly equally irritated and disappointed.
I quickly close the gap between us, choosing the language she speaks best to answer first. My mouth is on hers, my tongue pushing between her lips, and my arms pulling her to me. I’m afraid at first when she doesn’t respond, but after a few long moments, she opens her mouth for me.
When we finally break apart, I rest my forehead against hers. “More than anything,” I swear. “I want you more than anything.”
I lace my fingers with hers, and we silently walk the rest of the distance. We finish the short ride to my place in silence. We make it to the bedroom in silence.
Joanie sits on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her seductively. Rather than take it, I drop to my knees before her, looking up into her ice-blue eyes. Her gaze is filled with heat and lust. But all I see is her.
“Time to make me scream, mountain man,” she purrs.
I shake my head. “Another time. Tonight, I’m going to worship you.” We stare at each other for a moment. I’m waiting for her to protest at the intimacy of that request. She’s … well, I can’t tell if she’s more confused or excited. I hope she’s both. I want to turn everything she thinks she knows about me on its head.
I start by slowly slipping off her shoes and socks. She watches, allowing it, somewhat amused by the process. When I’m done, I lift her sweater up and over her head, revealing a red, lacy bra through which I can see her peaked nipples.
“Fuck, city girl,” I breathe, leaning in and closing my mouth over her left nipple. I suck at it through the fabric, and she winds her fingers into my hair, tugging with approval, so I do it to her other nipple, too. Then I move to her mouth, using a kiss to press her back onto the bed.
I pull away, unbuttoning her jeans and shimmying them over her pert ass and down her long legs. Unsurprisingly, her panties match the bra perfectly, and dark curls are visible underneath, into which I promptly bury my face and inhale. The scent of her arousal has me hard in an instant.
“You smell like heaven,” I murmur. She giggles, presumably at the sensation of my voice reverberating through her core.
But we can’t have laughing. Not while I’m between her legs. So, I move aside her panties and plunge my tongue into her, lifting her knees to widen her slit, diving deeper. She groans and arches and squirms, so I press a hand on her hips, stilling her for my mouth.
“Look at me, Joanie,” I demand.
She presses onto her elbows, drawing her head up until our eyes meet. I flick my tongue from ass to clit and she hisses in a breath but maintains eye contact.
Next, I use a thumb to press into her, slowly fucking her. Her breaths come heavier. So, I use the other thumb to circle her nub. Her eyes drop closed as she moans. So, I stop. And her eyes spring open. It takes a couple of rounds of that for her to realize she has to watch for me to keep going.
Her eyes on me, as I pleasure her, have me so wound up, it’s all I can do not to pounce on her. But I don’t. I keep fucking her with my thumb, fingers, tongue. Alternating each at various speeds and forces. Until I find what makes her grip the comforter, pant, groan, and struggle to keep watching. And I do that faster, harder, until her pussy convulses around my hand. I reach in deep and twist, throwing her higher, so high that she falls back, grabbing at her tits, tweaking her nipples to keep it going. It’s so fucking sexy I have to stop before I come on the spot.
My absence goes unnoticed until she rides the wave down. I’m still gritting my teeth against the image of her coming when I hear, “Greg?”
I suck a breath in sharply. God, I need to hear her say that when she orgasms with me inside of her.
I climb onto the bed, over her, and hold myself above her. “I’m here.” I give her my mouth and let her taste her juices on me. She moans as our tongues tangle.
“I need more,” she demands.
I lick up the column of her neck, stopping with my mouth at her ear. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you inside me. On top of me. Behind me. In my mouth. I need you everywhere.”
I shiver hard and let my hips fall between her legs, my hardness rubbing into her slick cunt. “You need that?”
She nods, and I push harder. The front of my jeans will be soaked, but I don’t care. I use the friction to tease her, grinding in circles until she can’t take it anymore.
“Jeans off,” she demands. “Now.”
I rise, unzipping and pulling my dick out while I head to the nightstand drawer, where I fish out a condom. She turns her head and licks her lips at the sight of my engorged cock.
“You like that?” I ask.
She nods.
“You want to suck my dick, Joanie?”
She bites into her lower lip and nods again.
I grin, kicking the jeans off. Then I rip the foil and roll the condom down my dick, climbing over her and settling between her legs. “Another time, beautiful.” And without warning, I bury myself in her in one smooth stroke.
It was stupid. It’s been too long since I’ve been with anyone, much less someone who turned me on as much as Joanie does. My dick has swelled to epic proportions. And she’s so tight and wet from her first orgasm. The hot clench of her pussy makes me see stars.
I lean over her onto my arms, catching my breath and mastering myself before I nut in one.
“Fuck,” I groan, sliding back out. Joanie shivers under me. And then I plunge back into the abyss. Over and over. Slowly. Deliberately. Until my body cooperates with my need to keep it together. So I can feel her for as long as possible. Watch her arch under me for as long as possible. Make her come harder than she thought possible.
I lean up, hauling her hips into my lap as I continue to pump into her. She’s almost a rag doll, clearly surrendered to the pleasure. I hold her in place with one hand and use the other to knead her covered breast. God, I should’ve taken her underthings off, too. Because frankly the friction of her panties on the side of my cock may ruin my plans.
I pull out and rip them off. Then I roll her over and undo her bra before hauling her hips up and plunging back in. She groans into the bed. But I can’t hear it like I want to. So I pull out again and roll her onto her side, positioning myself behind her.
Lifting her leg, I slide back in. And fuck, she’s tight from this angle. It also allows me to hear her moan as I take her. Still slow and steady. I’m a little surprised she hasn’t demanded fast and hard. She seems like the kind to want it rough.
“You like that?” I ask as I flex my hips and bury myself deep in her.
“God, yes,” she moans.
“You know what I’d like?” I ask, kissing her neck. “I’d like you on top of me. So I can kiss you.” I kiss her neck again. “Suck on those gorgeous tits.” I squeeze one for effect. “Watch my dick going in and out of your beautiful pussy.” Her back arches, and she nods.
I pull out, leaning back into the pillows. I expect it’ll take her a minute to gather herself, so I’m more than a little surprised when she immediately climbs on top of me, and her mouth devours mine as her wet cunt devours my cock. I groan into her mouth now, helpless against her as she controls the speed and depth.
She leans back, bracing herself with her hands, using the arch of her back to fuck me. Watching her is hands-down the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I grip her thighs, watching as my dick repeatedly disappears into her dark, wet curls. As her peaked nipples point to the ceiling. Her mouth goes slack while her legs tremble, and her pace stutters.
I take the cue and thrust up into her, dropping a thumb to circle her clit. She falls backward, which would’ve separated us if I weren’t ready for it. I switch my grip to her hips and pull her toward me so I can keep thrusting up into her. So I can watch her shatter.
“You are so sexy, Joanie,” I groan as I pick up my pace, feeling her walls start to clench harder. “Come for me, baby. Say my name.”
And I unleash. Hard and fast. Pounding her pussy until she clenches so tightly it’s all I can do to keep fucking her through her orgasm.
“Oh … oh … oh,” Joanie cries. “Yes, God, yes, Greg, oh my God, yes!”
When my name falls from her lips, I’m done. My cock explodes, release whipping through me like a firebrand as I empty into the condom. As she quivers around me. As my world shifts.
I may have gotten her to scream my name. I may have owned her orgasm. But the truth is, Joanie Morris owns me.