Chapter 35 Josie
TWO WEEKS LATER...
“This is how Christmas should have been.” Josie twirled her fingers in Ares soft chest hair, laying her head on his shoulder.
"I wish I hadn't gotten out of that bed that morning either.”
She knew he blamed himself for not protecting her when his whole business was protection services.
"We're here now."
The last weeks had been a blur. She’d been released from the hospital after a week but still felt the effects of the drugs. The brain fog had been heavy and her coordination very off. She couldn’t hold a knife.
“Hey, precious what are you thinking?” Ares nuzzled her cheek.
“That I want to cook us breakfast.”
“That was kind of Cecilia and Maisy to bring your stuff.”
“Knives are a chef’s best friend,” Josie stretched against him, trailing her hand down to this cock. She held it at the base, loving how it felt against her palm.
“I kind of loved showing the house off.”
“That makes me very pleased.”
She sat up, shuffling so that she was at his cock.
“You please me very much,” Ares stroked her hair as she took his thick length to her mouth. She licked him from base to tip, tasting his salty precum.
His hand clamped around her nape, and she eagerly sucked his cock until it filled her entire mouth, past the bump in her throat.
Why did having her mouth on him make her so wet? She didn't care. Giving in to her need, she sucked, and licked, moaning around his cock as he grabbed her hair, and directed her movements by gentle tugs of her strands.
“Damn baby, it’s like you live to take my cock in that hot, pretty mouth of yours.”
Red-hot longing swam through her veins, she needed to suck him, needed to make him come. She put her whole self into it, pressing her fingers into his muscled thighs, needing him to release.
“Easy baby, I almost felt teeth there.”
She licked the bit of skin she’d graced, then yelped as Ares brought her off his cock, fusing his lips over hers, positioning her so she was on top of him.
“That’s better, now I get to play with your nipples.” He thumbed her hardened points and she felt like she was going to explode just from that little touch, that’s how sensitive her skin felt.
She was so ready.
So damn needy.
All she wanted to do was be near him and lucky for her, he’d stayed by her side the first week home. The second week, he ventured to this office, the first time he'd step foot in there since she ran out.
“Baby, stop thinking.” With his mouth covering hers in a hungry kiss, her thoughts scattered.
Her breathing became short, as his mouth covered her other nipple, she grabbed his shoulders for balance, moaning in pleasure as his tongue flicked her nipple.
“I want your cock in me, right now!”
“Is my baby giving me an order?” Ares held her nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“Maybe.”
She hissed as he twisted it. “That’s fine by me. Get on top of me so I can keep playing with these nipples.”
“Torturer.”
“Sometimes,” Ares said, kissing her neck.
He helped her find her balance as she straddled his hips. “That’s it, now lower yourself on my dick.”
She giggled, suddenly hyper aware that all his attention was on her.
“You look so pretty right now, all flushed, and your nipples pointed, ready to take more.”
He pressed her nipples in, she sucked in a sharp breath, then leaned forward to kiss his pouty lips.
He helped her lower herself on his cock.
He felt so good, as her pussy clamped around his length. So right.
She loved how he closed his eyes, his head tilted back against the headboard. She ran her tongue along his neck, right to his Adam's apple and back, nibbling on his ear.
His hands on her hips directed her and she rocked back and forth, feeling his cock even deeper.
“Play with those nipples for me, baby.”
Anticipation sizzled through her veins. Grabbing his forearm with her left hand, she cupped her right breast and took her nipples between her thumb and index finger, just like he did and brushed them.
“Harder than that.”
She whimpered as she applied pressure and felt her pussy clench around him.
“Delicious. You’re so fucking hot.”
He lifted her hips up, then brought her down on his cock, his cock so deep in her it almost touched her cervix.
The pleasure building through her was a force that kept growing with his every stroke, his every thrust.
“More please.”
His eyes grew brighter, his fingers dug into her side and she liked the bit of pain. She circled her hips wanting more, wanting to feel every inch of him impaled on her.
“I’m going to come so hard in you, baby.” She got her wish because he jackhammered in her, driving her pleasure higher, their joint sounds of moaning and passionate a canopy in the room, thick with burning need.
And desire.
And love.
She loved this man with her entire heart. Loved the things he did to her and how he made her feel.
“Can you give me that orgasm that’s hovering?” He brought her hips up and down, thrusting so hard he ripped a cry from her mouth. It echoed around the room.
“Ares!” The pleasure rippled; a thousand times more intense than anything she had ever felt before.
He closed his eyes, furrowed his brow.
They were both covered in sweat, their bodies as close as they could be with her on top. She wanted to give him that orgasm, reaching out she grabbed the headboard, leaning over his torso.
His cock even deeper in her pussy. It made her feel wickedly exposed but turned on by his heated gaze.
“Now baby,” He brought her close to him, his lips crashed over hers and she felt him shudder, holding back.
He kissed her hungrily, stroking his tongue over hers, pressing her to him, grinding deep in her.
“Ares!” She came so hard she vibrated against him.
“I love you!” He shouted as he came, hot and thick and so damn deep in her, he left her shuddering.
She collapsed on his chest; his arms came around her and he held her there.
“I love you. You are so beautiful.”
“Love you too.”
They stayed snuggled together, his fingers playing with her hair, until she needed to move.
“I’m going to shower and then I'm going to make lunch.”
“Sounds great, I'll tidy up.”
He helped her off of him and the bed and she walked to the shower, grateful that her balance was back to normal. Well, what was normal for her.
She loved him so much and was determined to do something for him. As she stood under the hot spray, she had an idea and hurried through her shower so she could set it in motion.
***
“This is a lot of food.”
“Not really,” Josie carried the tray of eggplant lasagna to the island, then pulled out the loaf of bread she’d baked.
“Five table settings?”
“You’re very observant.”
“Josie?” Ares brushed his hand down her arm.
“I might have invited guests over.” Her heart thundered in her chest, to wanting him to be disappointed. But since the kidnapping, Ares and Xander had hardly spoken.
“May I ask who?”
“People. You know. Potential neighbours.”
Ares laughed. “I guess we can tell them about the wedding.”
“I love my mom and our extended family but like most only children, I always wanted a sister. Harper’s been a good friend to me.
I don't want to lose her as a sister because you and Xander aren’t speaking.
If you want me not to talk to her and still maintain your distance, I'll respect that. I don’t know,” Josie shook her head, sending her curls bouncing.
“I thought you needed a nudge, so I sent Harper a text.”
Ares hugged her, kissed her forehead. “You’re right. I did need a nudge. Thanks for inviting them. I’ve missed them.”
“I don’t feel that you ignore me for Xander and it's not like I feel that you put me last, even when you were working. I work too. Or I did.”
“Did you send that application in?” Ares ran his knuckles gently over her cheek. She shuddered.
“No.”
“Consider this a nudge. Send it and then see.”
Cecilia had given her the details of a recipe developer job. It was to test a recipe and then write about it for a major food magazine. She’d put it aside, worried that she wasn’t good enough.
“Okay.”
A chiming sound echoed through the house. “Guess they’re here.” He threaded his hand through hers.
“You’re not nervous, are you?”
“Me? Yes, I am.”
Josie giggled. “It’ll be fine. Good even.”
Ares tapped the code in, then opened the door. “Hi.”
“Hi?” I haven’t seen you for two weeks and you say ‘hi’? Doesn’t a brother deserve more than that?” Logan strode into the house as if he owned it, gave Ares a bear hug.
“I see your cast is off,” Josie said.
“Yeah, it’s so nice. I’m trying to bulk it back up.”
“He shouldn’t be going so hard either, but someone likes to go against doctor's orders,” Harper rushed forward, threw her arms around Ares.
“And someone’s not going to sit for a week if she keeps criticizing her Dom,” Logan said back, but Josie saw the twinkle in his eye.
“Hi, love, I missed you,” Harper flew into Ares’s arms with a yelp.
“Nice digs,” Xander said. He stayed by the wall, his gaze roaming over the layout.
“Xander, it’s nice to see you! Thanks for coming for lunch. Can I show you around?”
“In a moment,” Xander said.
Josie nodded, stepping back with Harper and Logan. “Is that a pond? Who needs a pond in their living room?” Logan asked.
“Just like you need a stripper pole in yours,” Josie said.
“Got me there,” Logan flashed her a smile.
Josie appreciated him trying to break up the tension in the room. Xander put out his hand to Ares. “I’m a tool. Sorry.”
“Yeah. You’re fine,” Ares embraced his brother, and Josie looked away. Their connection was so powerful that it would never break. But connections could expand and change shape. As she glanced at the family in her new home, she had never felt so loved.
“Ares, lunch can hold. Want to show them their side?”
Her love raised his eyebrows, draped his arm around her “That’s a great idea. Let’s go. Follow us.”
Josie laughed at their expression and couldn’t wait to see what they thought.
“Thanks,” Ares said, squeezing her hand.
“You are mine. I got to take care of you too.”
He leaned forward and kissed her, gently but no less intense, leaving her with tingling lips and her heart full of pride to be his.