Chapter 7 Jade
Jade
“Stay there and don’t move. Gonna clean you up.
” Locke, true to his word, stayed inside me until his cock slowly slid out.
I hated losing him, but when he’s crouched between my spread thighs, our combined orgasm dripping out of me, and him watching it, well, it’s fucking hot, and I’m pretty sure I could come again just by watching this.
“I don’t think I could if I wanted to.” The tip of his finger grazes my clit before sinking inside my pussy.
“Gave her two orgasms, and she’s still taking my finger. Cunt is so greedy that leaving her is damn near impossible,” he murmurs more to himself than to me, or maybe he’s talking to my pussy.
“Locke, honey.” I arch into the feeling he’s delivering. Whether he realizes it or not, he’s doing the exact opposite to helping me come down from my climax.
“Again?” he asks, eyes moving from between my spread thighs to my face.
“It’s you, the way you’re looking at me, the way you take care of me, and everything in between.” I don’t go into detail about how he’s the only man who’s ever taken the time to get me there. He’s never left me unsatisfied; even when we’re lacking time, Locke makes sure I’m taken care of.
“Fuck, love that.” He blows along my heated core, lazily dragging his finger in and out. I rock my hips, and he adds a second into the mix, curling them up, and I’m lost in a haze of desire.
“Locke,” I purr.
“Play with your nipples, sugar. You’re gonna need to get there, and fast.” He wraps his hand around my thigh, fingers pressing deeper and opening me further. What he doesn’t do is stop, he doesn’t slow down, and he doesn’t take a break from watching his thick fingers rocking my world.
My eyes close, my head tips back, my toes curl, and my fingers do exactly what he wants. I pinch both of my nipples, tugging and pulling. The feeling travels down the length of my abdomen, adding with what Locke is doing with his fingers, and my climax takes hold.
“Locke,” I breathe his name on a sigh. My body shudders, my fingers tingle, and I’m pretty sure my lips are numb from biting on them throughout the morning.
“Stay where you are. Grabbing a washcloth to clean you up,” he says once I’ve come down from my high, then places a kiss on my mound, slides off the bed, and walks his naked self to the bathroom.
His tattoos are colorful and plentiful, covering a good portion of his toned, muscular body, but right now, I’m focused on his broad shoulders, firm ass, and solid tree trunk legs.
I turn onto my side when he enters the bathroom, losing him from sight and not liking it one bit.
I’d get up and follow him anywhere, especially where I know there’s a shower, but I know my man.
This is what he wants, and if I try to do anything to persuade him otherwise, he gets all growly. And, well, that only turns me on more.
Locke walks back in still naked, and this time, I’m greeted with the front portion of his body. He’s got tattoos on both arms, his upper chest, his left side, and even his thighs. I’ve spent a lot of time tracing each and every design with the tips of my fingers and some with my tongue.
“Open for me, sugar,” he says, coming closer. His cock may not be hard, but that doesn’t make it any less beautiful. He’s definitely a shower and a grower, and the absolute best in every way.
I do as he asks, rolling to my back; my hand rests on his thigh when he settles in beside me.
The warmth of the washcloth meets my center, and as he holds it there, my eyes move from his action to his face.
Color rises on his cheekbones, subtle yet unmistakable.
His throat works as he swallows a low groan.
Whether it’s from me touching him or the nearness, it’s clearly leaving a mark on him.
Every emotion he has is written all over him—desire, gratitude, and devotion.
Locke is completely unguarded, and he only reveals himself like this when we’re alone.
It’s a gift among the best of gifts.
“Come on, Jade. Time to rise and shine. I’ve got work, as do you, and somewhere in between, I’m hitting the grocery store.” He looks to the ground, where our food from last night is still scattered in the boxes and on the floor. It’s been a marathon of sex, food, sleep, and more sex.
“I’ll clean this up. I don’t have to be at the bar till this afternoon, and you know as well as I do that your phone is about to light up with morning traffic picking up.
” How Locke & Key survives with him being the only tow truck driver, and the occasional repossession moment when a friend of his is in a bind, I have no idea.
I do know his mom and dad manage the day-to-day operations, answering calls, dispatching him where he’s needed, and dealing with the bookkeeping part of owning a business.
Other than that, there’s nobody else. I asked if he ever thought about bringing in another driver to help him out.
He shrugged his shoulders, said he liked keeping it small, taxes are a bitch enough, then you gotta deal with an employee who will need time off, a pension plan, health insurance for not only the driver but also their family.
He apparently weighed the pros and cons a while ago.
Not only is he a hands-on kind of guy, but he’s also book smart.
“Thanks, sugar. I won’t be in the shower long.
” He drops a kiss to the crown of my head, then he’s heading back to the bathroom.
I snag a discarded shirt from the floor, slip it over my head, and add putting the clothes in separate piles to my list to at least start a load before I need to hit the road.
I make quick work of disposing the leftover salad, garlic knots, and pizza. We probably could have taken a break to put everything away instead of allowing all of this leftover food to go to waste. At the very least, he could have had leftovers for dinner instead of having to figure that out.
By the time I’m done, the trash is full, a load of darks is started in the washer and a light load is ready to be taken care of next.
Then I tackle the dishes in the sink. Luckily, he has a dishwasher, unlike me, so it doesn’t take me much time.
All that’s left is to wipe down the counters and straighten up the living area and foyer.
Locke’s home has a lived-in feel while still being comfy and cozy.
The walls are painted in a deep cream color throughout, he has a cognac-colored leather couch, two oversized chairs that face a massive television, and rustic coffee and end tables complete the area.
A rug of some sort would really pull it all together, along with some throw pillows.
As it is, there’s a blanket strewn across, a couple of magazines open on the table, and a couple of cups that definitely need to be scrubbed.
“Sugar, get in the shower. I’ll finish this up.” Locke wraps his arms around me when I’m bent over to pick up a pair of rogue socks.
“That was fast.” I drop the items, spin on my heels, and face him.
“Not much to do when you’re not in there with me,” he says with a grunt. I loop my arms around his neck, liking his answer a whole heck of a lot.
“I’m not looking forward to work tonight,” I groan once Locke is cupping my cheeks, head slowly dipping.
“Gonna suck not having you in my bed. Good thing I’ll have you tomorrow night.”
“Yeah,” is the only response I can come up with before his mouth is on mine, and he’s planting a scorching-hot kiss on my lips, leaving me breathless yet again.