39. Jensen
39
JENSEN
N ever in my life had I wished for time to slow down like I did the moment the calendar rolled from December to January. Nessa had relaxed a little after the anticipation of meeting my parents was no longer in play, but it had been just one more thing that had come and gone.
Nessa had impressed the hell out of Dottie and Wayne Kade, finally settling in and charming them with stories from coaching at the university and shying away from her professional life. Guilt gnawed at me over what I’d said in Remi’s room. I hadn’t meant to be critical, only relatable, but days later it still felt like I’d made a misstep.
Still, Nessa had been amazing. She’d made one of those dinners where you put everything in the baking dish, cover it, and pop it into the oven to let the magic happen. It had been damn good, and Mama had asked her for the recipe so she could try it at home.
There’d been no hiding her blush, and I’d sent her a wink which had only made her blush harder. It was adorable and just another incredible facet of Nessa Hart.
We’d also survived a sleep regression with Remi, the light of my life finally sleeping almost through the night and blessedly giving Nessa and me a much-needed break. Being up with Remi in the wee hours of the morning was a whole level of tired I’d never known, despite working countless night and double shifts in my career.
She’s fast asleep on the monitor—her chest rising and falling as she dreams—but I still poke my head into the room. I love watching her curious nature and sweet smile, undoubtedly the greatest gift, but I love this quiet too.
It’s a time to reflect, to be gracious and humble for the little girl growing before my eyes. She’s everything I never knew I needed in this life, and I’m so very much in awe that I get to be her father—that in spite of how we got here, we’re making it.
Closing the door with a quiet snick, I make a quick sweep of the house. Finding it empty, I go in search of the woman who has given me so much these last few months.
A woman I don’t want to live without.
Making my way across the lawn, the cool night air is invigorating as I ease open the shed door and step inside. The hard rock ballad of Descending North pounds through the speakers as Nessa jumps to the side, nailing the bag with a roundhouse kick before hitting it with a quick one-two punch sequence. She’s all lithe grace, moving easily around in a practiced dance that has me hard and aching in a second.
Her blonde hair is tied up in a tight bun, but little wisps have fallen around her face, and with the black hand wraps, sports bra, and spandex shorts, I’m practically feral for a taste of her.
She doesn’t take her eyes off the bag, but I know she knows I’m here.
Waiting.
Watching.
And she’s definitely putting on a show.
She completes another series of kicks, her muscles bunching and flexing in a way that’s downright maddening as I cross the floor. “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails starts playing, the moody hypnotic riff having nothing on the bombshell in front of me. Her back is to my front with only a breath between us, the wall of mirrors capturing our every move.
Sweat drips down her chest, the rivulets traveling between her breasts and disappearing from view.
Nessa tries to turn but I grab her wrists and place them on the bag in front of her.
“Don’t move,” I say, dipping my head so my mouth grazes her ear, causing a shudder to rip through her.
The slope of her back to the perfect roundness of her ass has me ripping my shirt over my head in one fluid motion, and over her shoulder, her eyes are locked on mine as she waits for me.
“I want you just like that, Nessa. I want to pull your bra up and panties down and fuck you until you’re begging me to come. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” she whispers as she pushes her ass back in an adorable little wiggle.
“I knew you would.”
Gripping her hips, I pull her back until she’s stretched out for me, her back arched and her ass a fucking offering as her palms lay flat on the bag.
“You look like a fucking dream, Nessa.” My palm comes down hard against one luscious cheek, and she cries out before pushing back for more. “I love how much you want it.” I spank the other side and she arches more, pushing her breasts out. “I love how greedy you are for me.”
“Shit, Jensen, yes. ” The words are panted, her body strung tight from her workout and now being teased and tormented and aching for release.
Gripping the back of her spandex, I rip the fabric down to her thighs with her panties in one shot. The globes of her ass are round and full and barely pink from my hand. My dick pulses at the notion and I let my palm spank each cheek as she gasps and moans before reaching forward and pulling her bra up over her tits.
“Jensen.”
“You have no idea how sinful you look right now all stretched out for me like a feast. Gorgeous.” Nessa whimpers as I cup one breast and pinch the other nipple between my fingers as I rock my denim-covered erection against her ass. “So fucking good doing what you’re told, aren’t you?” Her lips part and I know she wants to fight me on it, but I can tell the moment she decides she wants me to fuck her more as she dips her head .
“Only for you,” she concedes, and what’s left of my restraint snaps.
“I know how much you hate to admit that.” One hand slides down her body while the other works open my jeans. “But good girls get rewarded, don’t they, Nessa?” My fingers work her clit, barely dipping inside her and driving us both out of our minds.
“I need your cock, Jensen, I?—”
My palm comes down hard on her ass before gripping and kneading the flesh, making her writhe and curse.
“I need you good and wet for me, Ness, so if you want my dick, you need to come. Show me how greedy your pussy is for me. Show me you’re ready for more.”
“Jensen!” She screams my name as her core squeezes and pulses around my finger.
I want to kiss her. I want to swallow her moans and steal her breath as I make her come again on my hand.
Later.
Later, I’ll go slow and sweet—if she’ll let me—but right now I need to make good on my promise.
Pulling back, I grab the condom from my pocket and roll it over my length, pumping once like that will ease the way my dick is throbbing for her. Nessa peeks over her shoulder at me, her eyes glued to where I’m gripping myself, my forearm flexing for her benefit.
“Do you see how hard you made me?” I stroke from base to tip, biting back a groan when her tongue swipes along her bottom lip. “Don’t let go of that bag,” I warn, rubbing the angry head along her slit before slamming inside her.
The chain rattles, her fingers flexing against the leather as I piston in and out of her. Her pussy is like a vise grip, so hot and wet that she has me practically seeing stars, her tits bouncing and our skin slapping together as I drive into her over and over.
I curse as she mutters incoherently, begging me to fuck her harder and just like that before she comes so hard her knees buckle, and her pussy squeezes me so tight it sends me right over the edge with her.
The rush of pleasure is borderline violent as it rips through me, realigning my cellular structure to make room for her.
“Well hell, Sheriff.”
I brace my arm on the bag above her head, wrapping the other around her waist to hold her up as she seems to melt from the endorphin overload.
“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t have a plan coming in here?”
“You should not have a plan more often.”
Easing out of her, I reach down and grab her panties, sliding them up her legs and being as gentle as I can before doing the same with the scrap of spandex. I try to fix her bra but she just waves me off, sighing dreamily as she stands and does it herself, leaving me to dispose of the condom and tuck myself back into my jeans.
I’ve just turned the music off when Nessa takes three steps toward me and jumps into my arms, knocking me back on my heels. Hands cupping my face, she slants her lips over mine and devours my mouth with every nip of her teeth and swipe of her tongue against mine.
And I let her.
Because if I’ve learned anything about Nessa Hart, it’s that this is how she says thank you. This is her version of a love language when she’s strung so tight she’s about to snap but needs to be pushed until she’s falling.
But unlike every time before, there’s someone ready and waiting to catch her.
And there’s nothing I want more than to be the man she trusts to do that.
So tonight, I’ll let her kiss me and thank me the only way she knows how.