Chapter 14 #2
“These three,” Cindy said. “Definitely one of these three.”
Jonas nodded. Then pointed. “That’s the one.” He’d noticed how many times she’d come back to this particular plan, and he liked it a lot.
She nodded. “Yeah, that one.” She said it softly and turned to him for a kiss.
He moved the laptop to the bedside table, then slid down, pulling her on top of him as he did so. She rested her arms across his chest, dropped her chin to her arms and stared at him.
“I think we’re doing pretty well with this whole mate thing, don’t you?” she asked.
“I think we’re doing very well with it.”
“I wonder if Brenda would have turned out differently if she’d met her mate. I wonder if she still will.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Seems like she started taking advantage of people pretty early.”
“Yeah.”
“Did your dad call you?” he asked. He figured she’d have told him if they’d spoken, but it had been several days, so he asked.
“He tried, but I didn’t answer. I texted him and said you’d told me about the chat you guys had, and I was thinking about things, but I wasn’t ready to talk to him or Mom yet.”
“Fair enough. Did he answer back?”
“He said he would be there when I was ready.”
“That’s a fairly good sign.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go visit your brother. You don’t have to see your parents, you can decide when we’re there if you feel like it. I’d like to meet him and his family.”
“Okay.”
“That’s it?” He ran a finger up and down her back, lightly, not starting anything, just feeling her.
“Yep. I want to visit, too. I want you to meet them. I think it’s time, now that the pack’s settled down a little.
Although I wish we could do something to help Olivia find a job.
I thought about trying to fit her in with the blog, but I’ve got everything handled with people I love, so there’s really no room for her. ”
“I was thinking that Mom and Dad could buy the truck stop, and she could stay on as manager. They could have fun with that, I think.”
She gasped. “That would be amazing! Do you think they will?”
“I don’t know how it works, with the investigation.
If the business can be sold or what. But it would be pretty cool, because it would be a source for other jobs.
Olivia mentioned to me that once she got her feet under her as manager, she was going to make some suggestions about increasing business, which would allow for more employees. ”
“A good spot for future pack members.”
“If my parents do like the idea of the truck stop, I’ll help them with it.
It’s a bigger venture than what I first suggested to them.
It might be cool to help set up different businesses, get them going.
First the truck stop, then a pub or café or whatever.
Then something else. Maybe involving other pack members with each venture. ”
“And all businesses that offer employment to pack members, so we can keep growing, which in turn grows the businesses.”
“Exactly. But to start, I don’t know about the investigation,” he reminded her.
“Still, it will be cool to see what your parents think.”
“I didn’t want to bring it up last night, in front of everyone, but I’ll go by their place later today.”
“Awesome. Maybe I’ll come with you. If I decide to let you out of bed.”
Cindy grinned at Jonas. She decided the pancakes had settled quite well by now. She’d had a wonderful run with the pack, a fantastic breakfast, had picked out the plans for her future home with the man she loved, and now she was ready to rock his world.
She sat up, her knees on either side of his hips. His hands fell naturally to her thighs as he waited to see what she wanted to do. One of the things she loved about him was his equal willingness to sit back and let her lead, or to take charge and leave her utterly breathless.
Rising up to her knees, she tried to bring forth her internal sex kitten. Or porn star. Or something. She pushed her fingers into her hair, holding her elbows out, keeping her gaze steady with his.
He licked his lips.
She bit hers.
He growled.
She ran her hands down her neck and cupped her breasts, plumping them and pushing them together.
His hands traveled from her thighs to her hips, and he gripped tight, like he needed something to hold on to.
She plucked one nipple, then the other, but they were already hard points.
She squeezed tight and couldn’t hold back a gasp.
His chest heaved as he drew in a sharp breath.
She let one hand drift down, teased through her curls, then slowly slid one finger deep inside. His groan sounded pained, but he didn’t move. A smiled stretched across her face. His answering grin made her feel bold.
“Let me taste,” he growled.
She trailed the wet finger up his chest to his lips. He sucked it in, tonguing it clean. She pulled free and used the finger to circle and tease his nipples.
“How long are you planning on torturing me?” he asked.
“Four minutes,” she said, pulling the number out of nowhere.
He immediately checked his watch and she had to bite her cheek not to laugh.
His hand went back to her hip.
She supposed she should check the time, too, but figured he’d keep her on track.
She braced one hand on his abs and pulled the other back between her legs.
Sliding two fingers in this time, getting them nice and wet before she moved them to her clit.
She shut her eyes, tilted her head back and sighed.
Her hips started to move, her toes curling.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “So strong and smart and sexy as all fuck.”
This time her smile was soft, but she didn’t look at him. She could feel him watching her, without needing to see. Sensations bloomed inside of her as she felt him, as she teased herself, as she imagined what he was seeing.
“I want you inside me,” she said, not remembering how much time was left. Not caring. She opened her eyes and looked back down at him.
“I want to taste you first,” he said.
“Well, if that’s really what you want,” she teased.
She dropped down beside him, plumped the pillow under her head and grinned. “You may begin.”
“You are so good to me,” he said, taking his pillow and putting it under her hips.
He kneeled over her, leaned down to kiss her.
His tongue tangled with hers and they banged teeth.
She laughed, but had to stop so she could breathe without breaking the kiss.
He finally lifted up with a gasp. The heat in his eyes had her already-tingling body nearly combusting.
“Well, get to it then,” she said.
“Mmm.”
He kissed her collarbone, tasting the hollow of her neck, then teased little kisses around her breasts.
She speared her fingers into his hair and tried to direct him to her nipple, but he just smiled against her chest and kept at it.
So she let go of his head and pinched her own nipple.
He huffed out a laugh and pulled her other nipple between his lips, hard.
She lost her concentration and just held her breast while he worked one, then the other, biting her fingers when he decided they were in the way. He gave one last kiss to the area between her breasts and kissed a slow path down to her belly button.
“Put your tongue in there and you will lose a handful of hair,” she said.
He snorted. “Did you really think I’d forgotten your previous warnings?”
“It pays to be proactive,” she said with a sniff.
“Mmm-hmm.” He brushed over the sensitive spot with his nose, but that was it. And then his whole body stilled.
One second. Two.
Finally, he looked up at her—and her breath caught at the expression on his face. Amazement and happiness and so much love.
“What,” she asked, holding her breath.
“You’re pregnant.”
Her jaw dropped open. “What?”
“I can smell the life inside of you.”
“Oh my god. A baby. Our baby!”
“Our baby.” He rose back up and kissed her, a totally different kiss then before. Soft and gentle and sweet.
Which was awesome. For a minute. But her body was still pulsing with need for him.
She grabbed his head between her hands and sucked his tongue in, hard.
He got the hint. Which was good because she was no longer interested in waiting.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and dug her feet into his butt.
“Inside me. Get inside me,” she demanded.
He reached a hand between them, guided himself to her core, and pushed hard and fast and deep and perfect. She brought her hips up to meet him as he withdrew and thrust again, matching his rhythm, feeling their connection, body, heart and soul.
“Mine,” he said. “All mine.”
“So very mine,” she agreed. It came out in three gasps as he worked her, wound her up and up until she could do nothing but soar. She cried out, a long, thin wail that almost masked the sound of his release.
He dropped down to her side, draped one leg and one arm over her, and rested his head on her shoulder.
“Damn,” she said when she could speak again.
“You have such a way with words.”
“It’s a gift.”
He looked up at her. “Should I be schmaltzy now and tell you that you’re a gift?”
“If you feel like it. But as long as you keep doing what you just did for many, many years to come, I already know you think it.”
“Doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be said,” he pointed out.
“True enough.”
He kissed her. “You’re the best gift I’ve ever had, better than I ever imagined you would be.”
“I love you. I can barely remember what it’s like not to have you in my life. I’m so thankful for you.”
“Well, I am pretty awesome. At least that’s what my parents tell me.”
“Agreed.”
He put his head back down on her shoulder.
“A baby,” he whispered.
“Our baby,” she whispered.
“Good thing we picked a four-bedroom house plan.”