CHAPTER FIVE
CJ locked the door of the cottage and turned his attention to Jill. She stood nervously, his coat still around her shoulders. He took it, hanging it over the back of the bar stool. Taking her hand, he walked down the hallway to his bedroom and turned on the bedside table light.
“I’m nervous,” she whispered. “What if you don’t like me?”
“Not gonna happen,” smiled CJ. “I like everything about you. All of it. I like the small birthmark at your waistline that I see every time you reach for something high on the shelf. I like the way your breasts move when you laugh. I fucking love that beautifully perfect, round ass. I love your mind, that incredible, brilliant mind, and the way it thinks. I love it all, Jill. All of it.”
“Wow, you know how to sweep a girl off her feet,” she smiled.
“Take the dress off, honey.”
Jill smirked at him, nodding. She liked him ordering her around, which was strange because she never liked anyone doing that before. She unzipped the dress and let it slide down her body, revealing a waist-cinching bustier and sexy panties. She started to kick off her shoes, and he shook his head.
“Fuck no. Leave them on,” he said, walking toward her. He lifted her off her feet, lying her gently on the bed. Grabbing the sides of her panties, he pulled them from her body, tossing them aside. Her breasts were pressed against the bustier, oozing out of the top, and he simply freed them, allowing them to lay on top of the boning.
Opening her legs wide, his fingers slowly made their way up her thighs, then began to explore.
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaking wet,” he growled.
“CJ,” she gasped. “You make me this way. Oh, wow!”
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me so I can fuck you right,” he said in a raspy voice. Jill arched her back, squirming against his fingers as he plunged, scissoring in and out of her body. When she screamed her release, he licked his fingers, smiling at her.
“That’s one.”
Before she could even question him, he was buried inside of her. All of him. Gasping for air, she tried to open wider but realized her thighs were as wide open as they could be.
“God, CJ, you’re huge,” she said, writhing against him.
“You’ve got me, honey. You’ve got all of me. That’s it. Just keep moving like that. Fuck, baby, that’s it.”
“P-Protection,” she stuttered. “What about protection?”
“Fuck,” he said, stopping his movements. “I totally blanked. Hold on, I have a condom.” She wiggled, and CJ stilled, staring down at her.
“What?”
“Shit,” he muttered. “Baby, that little movement did it for me. I just came.”
“Oh. Oh, well, it should be fine. I’m on the shot,” she said. “I just had my exam two weeks ago. I’m clean, I’m all good. I mean, if you’re good.”
“I’m more than good,” he smiled, rolling her over to sit on top of him. “I’m fucking great. I don’t want anything between us, Jill. Nothing. We’re going to have giant-ass babies. Beautiful and smart like their mama.”
“Handsome like their daddy,” she grinned. He jerked back, staring at her.
“You’re not fighting me on this?”
“Nope. Whatever we just did wasn’t the kind of lovemaking I’ve ever experienced, CJ. It was otherworldly. That was what I always dreamed of. What I always wanted. You are one very well-formed male,” she laughed. “Beyond that, you’re sweet, and kind, and smart. I love everything about you.”
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, driving his thick cock into her once again.
She unhooked the bustier, tossing it to the side. Her large breasts bounced against her chest, and CJ gripped them, twisting and pulling. She never guessed it would be so erotic.
Jill didn’t remember when they stopped and showered, but somewhere in the night, they had. When she woke, her body smelled of fresh soap and linen. Sore, aching in places she didn’t know existed, she smelled the coffee.
It wasn’t shocking to see her own bag sitting on the big chair. She pulled on a pair of clean panties and then, spying his dress shirt, she pulled that on, buttoning it halfway. In the kitchen, he was staring at his tablet, answering e-mails.
“Good morning,” she smiled. He turned, licking his lips.
“Fuck yeah, it’s a good morning,” he smiled, pulling her toward him. “I like my shirt on you.”
“Me, too,” she said, kissing him. “I can smell you, and it makes me feel comforted.”
“Good. There’s a wedding breakfast this morning. We should get over there before someone knocks on the door for us.”
Dressed and ready for the crowd, they were shocked when someone did knock on the door of the cottage. CJ smiled, opening the door to find Georgie, his father, and Cam.
“We know, we know, we’re late. It’s my fault,” grinned CJ.
“CJ, it’s not that,” said Cam. He stared at the faces and then looked back at Jill.
“What’s wrong?”
“Jill, there are some MPs calling here looking for you. The colonel told them that you were interviewing here.”
“MPs? Why? Why would they want me?” she asked. Milo looked at his son, then back at the young woman he’d met the night before.
“Jill, your ex-fiancé was found dead outside your condo last night.” Jill stared at Milo, then back at CJ.
“B-But I was here. Obviously, I was here. Whatever he was doing at my home has nothing to do with me.”
“We know that, honey,” said Georgie, “but you do have to speak with them. We’ll have proof that you were here the last four days.”
“I have proof,” said CJ.
“You? We didn’t see one another until last night,” said Jill.
“I know, but I have other proof. I have a security camera that was facing your door.”