Chapter 7 #2
“We’ll throw it in the back of the prospect’s SUV,” he assured her. His old truck didn’t have a backseat.
Jenna’s hands circled around his middle under his suit jacket. “I love seeing you dressed up like this.”
Steel was in a black suit and tie. He only had the one suit because he despised wearing them, which made when he did wear them all the more special for Jenna. “Only for you would I wear this monkey suit.”
Jenna leaned back, tipping her head up at him. “You wore uniforms and military dress for years,” she argued with a smile.
“Yeah, and I retired. Jeans, boots, and a t-shirt were supposed to be my attire for the rest of my life.”
Smiling, Jenna shook her head. “Which makes me love seeing you like this even more. Are we ready to go?”
He nodded before bending down to kiss her. He stepped back to grab their coats. After donning his and helping her into hers, he offered her his arm.
Jenna wrapped her arms around his bicep, leaning her cheek against him. “You still haven’t told me where we’re going.”
“And you love surprises, so quit complaining like you’re antsy with anticipation.” Steel opened the door for her.
Their front stoop had two steps and a metal rail.
The small concrete sidewalk looped to the left where their two-car driveway was.
On the lawn, illuminated by the dying sunlight, were hundreds of little candles in the snow.
Steel knew the moment Jenna saw the old truck idling in the driveway.
Her grip tightened on his arm, and he heard her sharp intake of breath.
“Oh, Jack…” They carefully descended the stairs. “Did you really get it working again?”
“Grumpy’s been working on it for close to two years, tracking down the right parts. He got it fixed right before Christmas, but with us going away, I wanted to wait to surprise you.”
They headed down the sidewalk to the driveway.
He already had the truck backed in and the heat running.
The old truck was lower to the ground, so it was easier to help her in.
As he crossed to the driver’s side, he nodded to Darrin and Viktor in the club’s SUV.
The prospects were due to be patched in soon.
They’d arrived on the same day, so each of their votes would happen on that year anniversary.
He was sure both would get the necessary votes, especially Darrin who had basically become Pumpkin’s bitch during his recovery.
Until then, though, they were still assigned to Jenna for protection. Especially since no one knew where Shaw was or what he was planning next.
The diner would be packed tonight. Cage’s construction crew was able to get the new expansion of the dining area done in time for the romantic holiday, and the diner was expecting a full house.
Many of the ol’ ladies were donning aprons to help out, which meant their men were on babysitting duty.
Tonight was the first night Tally was launching her new menu as well.
Steel was sure Jenna thought that was where he was taking her.
As he climbed into the driver’s seat, he noticed Jenna was rubbing her hands up and down the old fabric. “It even smells the same,” she mused.
“Like grease and old fish?” Steel inquired, lifting an eyebrow. Port Townsend was a fishing town on the Olympic Peninsula. The entire town had a salty smell to it.
Jenna gave him a wicked smile. “Like us.”
Fuck if that didn’t make his cock twitch in his suit pants. “Behave,” he warned in a low growl. “We have an audience, and no one but me will ever see you bent over this bench seat taking my cock from behind.”
If anything, his warning only made Jenna’s smile wider.
She slid across the bench seat to press into his side.
Steel automatically put his arm around her as she ran a hand down his chest. Both of his jackets were open so she was able to touch his thin dress shirt, which was suddenly far too much material.
Her hand continued down his hard chest to his toned abs until it came to rest over the buckle of his belt. The bulge in his pants grew.
“Is this for me?” she asked coyly, dropping her pinky finger down to trace over the ridge of his straining erection.
“Always,” he answered honestly.
The first time he’d gotten aroused for a woman other than Jenna, he’d felt incredibly guilty.
Like he’d cheated on her, even though he’d never touched that other woman.
Jenna and Steel had to live separately then, per military rules while at boot camp, but he’d still been able to call her.
First chance he got, he got on the phone with Jenna and explained what happened.
They were both eighteen and newly married, and being separated for six weeks with no physical contact had been a torture neither of them had anticipated.
Jenna had listened to his confession before assuring him that she wasn’t mad.
He could look at other women all he wanted.
Unless she took his eyeballs, there was nothing she could do about that.
But his body was hers. It was really the first time they realized it was okay to express arousal for someone else, so long as that was all it was.
And over time, Steel came to realize that it wasn’t other women that attracted him, but features about them that reminded him of Jenna.
Years later, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was the only woman who could get this reaction out of him.
“You can’t bend me over the seat due to our audience, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do things to you while you drive us.” Her voice was sultry, and fucking hell, it was like the muse of his dick.
Steel was not strong enough to deny her. “It’s about a half hour drive,” he warned her.
“Plenty of time.” Her hands trembled as they tried to undo his belt.
Steel gave her a minute to try to do it herself before offering his assistance. He got his belt undone, opened his pants, and pulled his cock out for her.
Jenna leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, baby. Now drive.”
As Jack put the truck in Drive, she carefully held herself over his lap and let a wad of spit fall onto the head of his cock. She tried to keep her aim true because he was wearing a black suit. Hopefully that would help to hide any messes she made.
Her back felt good today, relaxed. Jack had woken her up that morning with a massage before making love to her. Then they spent hours in the tub with the jets on and a lavender oil mixture Paige had made for them. Her body was extremely languid, but that didn’t mean it was going to last.
However, if she had a relapse from giving her husband a blowjob in their old truck, she’d consider it worth it. Well, not really. But she was certainly willing to risk it.
The bench seat worked in their favor. After some trials and many errors, Jenna realized she could lay flat on their bed while Jack stood in front of her.
To him, it would be the same as if she was down on her knees.
With a pillow under her chest to support her upper body, they discovered the alternate blowjob position that still gave her control.
They’d done a similar position in the past where her head was bent over backwards off the mattress and he fucked her mouth, but that didn’t give her control.
The issue with Jack laying down on the bed was that she couldn’t crouch over him nor did she have the arm strength to hold herself up over him.
They tried it where they were both on their sides, similar to some of the sixty-nine positions they’d used, but being on her side like that started to pain her back.
And once he discovered her discomfort, the experience wasn’t enjoyable for either of them anymore.
Lying on her stomach on the bench seat should work. If not, Jenna would sit up and give him a hand job.
Jack shifted himself until he was slouching. With his long arms and legs, the bench seat was already as far back as it could go. That gave her plenty of room to get her shoulders between his stomach and the steering wheel. She needed to use his thigh to prop herself up.
Jenna swiveled her lower body, manually lifting her legs up onto the passenger seat behind her.
It made her legs tingle but wasn’t painful.
Jack lifted his right arm, wrapped it around her back and placed his hand against her ribcage.
Jenna fought the need to shake her head at his sweet gesture.
She was too busy licking her lips at the sight before her.
Jack put the truck in gear and then pulled out of the driveway.
There was a possibility the prospects picked up on the fact that she wasn’t visible in the truck, but she found she didn’t care.
This was Valentine’s Day, and she wanted to show her appreciation and love to her husband for all his hard work and the attention he’d been giving her.
She started low, kissing the base of his dick.
Jack’s hand on her ribcage flexed against her coat, but he had no other reaction as he pulled out of the club’s gate.
She planned to change that. Careful to rest her right elbow in his thigh without digging the bone in, she cupped his balls through his boxer briefs.
Licking, slow and languid, all around the base of his cock, Jenna used her hand to massage the sensitive orbs.
“Jesus, Jen, you better not make me suffer through this the entire drive.”
She hummed in pleasure against his cock, raising her mouth just enough where she bumped her nose against the flared base of his head. His hand moved from her ribcage to her breast under her jacket. She wished she’d had the forethought to remove it prior to starting.