Chapter 29
Jett
Ikick the door shut with my heel the moment we cross the threshold of her cottage. The restraint I was barely clinging to in the truck is all but gone as I pin her to the door, the soft thump of her back hitting the wood barely registering as her mouth crashes into mine again.
It’s heated and rushed as she devours me with her tongue.
“Jesus,” I breathe into her kiss, the word half laugh, half groan.
Her hand rakes down my back before she reaches behind us, fumbling with the lock on the door.
I pull my mouth away from hers as I glance down at her swollen lips. “You live in the middle of nowhere. I don’t think the lock matters.”
“It matters.” Her eyes flare with a look of something I can’t quite read.
I spin around, flick the lock, and turn my attention back toward her. “Better?”
“Better.” Her voice is raspy, lust filled and irresistible.
I trail my hand up her chest, feeling the rise and fall of each breath as I snake my fingers behind her neck, gripping it tightly and pulling her face back to mine. Her hands follow their own path up my chest like she’s relearning me.
“Don’t stop,” she murmurs, breathless.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I say, kissing her again.
This moment is nothing like the last time we were in this living room together. No sharp edges or anger. The desperation clawing at us is charged differently. It’s not us pushing the past out of our systems.
This heat has weight to it.
A want, threading itself deeper.
Our tongues duel as our hands roam, the heat between us building and building. I rip my mouth away from her lips to trail open-mouthed kisses over her jaw and down her neck, lapping and sucking, tasting every inch of her as I go.
“Jett,” she moans, and I nearly come undone. Right here, right now.
She drags me away from the door, hand gripped tightly in mine.
Her whiskey eyes flicker with heat and desire as she moves backward through the living room.
I take in the smell of the cottage as I follow her.
Clean linen, vanilla, and a hint of something floral drifting from upstairs.
We bump into door frames as we rush through the kitchen toward the stairs.
But I stop abruptly, pulling on her hand and tugging her toward me until she falls against my chest. I can't wait any longer; I need more, and I need it now.
My lips catch hers again, and I'm ravishing her mouth as I gently maneuver her onto one of the steps. It’s awkward adjusting ourselves without breaking our connection.
She sucks on my tongue, and I moan in her mouth.
I wrap a hand behind her back to keep the wood from digging into her skin while my other hand trails down the silky material of her dress.
Gripping the hem, I pull until her flesh is exposed. Smooth, creamy skin begging for my touch. I smooth my hand down her thigh before sliding it toward her center. I can feel the heat from her arousal before I graze the seam of her thong. We moan into each other as I feel her wetness.
“Oh god,” she calls out.
“Jett, baby,” I correct before slipping a finger underneath her panties. I groan at how slick she is. Her legs widen, giving me permission to sink my fingers inside her. I plunge two fingers deep into her weeping pussy as she gasps.
My thumb flicks over her clit as I draw tight circles. My fingers work faster as I pump my digits, curling them forward and hitting her soft spot. Wren throws her head back, and I adjust my hand to prevent her from hitting it on the stairs.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise as I work her over.
Her pussy flutters as it tightens against my fingers. She’s close, so fucking close, and I rip my fingers from her.
“Jett,” she screams as I lean back on my heels. I glance down at my woman, spread and exposed, desperate for release.
“So fucking beautiful.”
“I’d be more beautiful if you’d let me come,” she growls. “I was so close.”
“I know.” I smirk as I bring my drenched fingers to my lips. Slipping them into my mouth, I suck her taste off them and groan as her flavor bursts across my tongue.
My attention snaps to her half-hooded eyes and splotchy cheeks. Spreading her legs as wide as I can in this tiny stairwell, I get an eyeful of her lacy nude thong. It hides her sweet pussy from me, but not for long.
“This has to go,” I grit out as I reach for the sides. Sliding the material down her hips, I watch on bated breath as she exposes herself to me. Slowly, I trail the lace down her thighs, over her knees, before pulling them off her ankles and tucking the material into my pocket.
I rock forward, lips meeting the side of Wren’s legs.
I start at her knee and kiss a line up her inner thigh, flicking my gaze to hers and finding her watching me.
Popping my tongue free, I make deliberate movements so she can enjoy the show and see how much she means to me.
As I reach the apex of her thighs, I bury my face in her pussy and feel her head tip back with a relieved whimper.
She’s so fucking wet I could drown. Hell, I’d die a happy man with her taste on my tongue.
Her fingers rake against the back of my head as she buries her hands in my hair.
Pushing my head down, she thrusts into my face, and I chuckle.
My girl is greedy to have her cunt devoured.
I refamiliarize myself with the way her muscles tremble with each swirl of my tongue.
I lose myself in her taste and the sounds of her panting. My cock is harder than a rock as it hits my zipper, begging for release. I grind against the wooden step below me, looking for any bit of relief as I devour her. I never want to come up for air as she melts on my tongue.
Another deep noise comes from her chest as my teeth graze her clit. I take it in my mouth as I slide my middle finger inside her. Her hips roll when I slip in a second finger and curve them.
It’s not long before her legs are squeezing my head as they tremble. I don’t rush the moment. I take my time coaxing her orgasm.
“Oh, god, Jett,” she cries out. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I don’t. Not until she’s screaming the house down with her moans. Her fingers tug at my hair as she fights to pull my head away.
“It’s too much,” she begs. And with one last slip of my tongue over her seam, I reluctantly pull back.
Half-hooded eyes stare down at me, and I watch her chest heave. I start to rock back on my heels, but before I have a chance to stand, Wren’s throwing her arms around my neck. Her mouth finds mine as she laps her arousal off my lips. She groans at her taste, and I’m ready to come in my pants.
“Need you now,” she pants between kisses. Her hands roam over my chest as she begins unbuttoning my dress shirt. “Unzip me.”
I do as I’m told and run my hand up her bare skin as she pushes my dress shirt off my shoulders. Wren presses her hands on my shoulders as she stands. The emerald material slides down her body, leaving her standing completely naked in front of me.
“Fuck,” I groan as my gaze travels over her body. “You’re perfect.”
Her skin heats as she drops down to her knees, straddling my legs. It’s then I notice black ink on her rib cage, beneath her left breast. My fingers reach out and skate over the tattoo. How did I miss this the other night?
“What’s this?”
She glances at the ink. I run my fingers over the coordinates she has permanently marked on her skin.
“Are these…?”
She nods. “The coordinates to our spot.”
All the air whooshes from my lungs as I stare into her whiskey orbs.
“I’ve carried you with me. No matter how much I thought I hated you or how much pain I was in, I never stopped loving you. You’ve always held my heart, Jett.”
I crash my mouth to hers, unable to form words.
Our kiss turns even more heated as she reaches for the button on my slacks.
Slipping it free, the zipper follows before she dips her hand inside my boxers.
Her grip on my cock is soft and warm, giving me the reprieve I’m desperate for.
Wren pumps her fist once, twice, before she’s shoving at my pants.
I lean back, lifting my hips as she tugs the material down my legs, taking my boxers with her.
My dick bobs free and her eyes light as she stares at my erection.
Licking her lips, she slips the head of my cock between her lips.
I groan, tipping my head back and closing my eyes.
She licks around the tip, her saliva coating me before her mouth pops free.
Lifting up, she positions me at her entrance. She moves my length up and down along her core, coating my cock in her arousal. I’m ready to bust in her hand.
“Wren,” I plead.
With a sexy smirk, she notches my tip at her entrance as she painstakingly slides down. Gripping her hips, I hold steady as I allow her to control the momentum. “We should take this to the bedroom.”
Her eyebrow quirks. “Want to stop now?”
“I mean, I will if you want. This is the second time we’ve fucked on the ground.”
She shrugs. “You can make love to me in my bed after this.”
Dropping down in one swift movement, her pussy swallows me whole, and I grip her hips. “Goddamnit, woman.”
She chuckles, and I breathe deeply, holding her thighs, needing a second to adjust to her heat before this is over before it even starts.
“Can I move now?” Her voice is lit with snark.
Gripping her hips, I move her forward as I thrust up into her.
It’s not long before Wren is taking control.
Her perfect tits bounce with her movements.
Reaching up, I cup them in my hands as I close my thumb and forefinger over each one.
I play with the peaks, twisting and tugging, as she rocks forward and backward.
Her pussy tightens over my cock as she chases her orgasm.
“You’re such a good girl. Look at you riding my cock,” I praise, glancing at our connection and watching her pussy swallow my erection. “That’s it, Wren. Take my cock like the greedy slut you are.”
Her eyes flare at my words. She used to love the filth my mouth spewed before.
Seeing her now, I wanted to take a chance and see if that part of her has changed.
By the way her pussy flutters, clenching around my dick as she throws her head back, I’m going to guess she still enjoys dirty talk in the bedroom.
Her moans reverberate off the walls as her orgasm rips through her body.
I’m coming along with her, pumping my release into her.
Our deep breaths mingle as she collapses on my chest. I feel wetness seeping from her, and I smile, knowing it’s my cum leaking down her thighs. We didn’t use protection, again.
Flipping her over onto her back, I rest my weight on an elbow as I stare down at her.
Her hair is spread in a wild mess of tangled curls from our hands running through it.
I trail my finger over a hardened nipple and feel her pussy flutter against my cock.
Dragging it lower, I graze her still sensitive bud. She moans as I rub my fingers over it.
Slipping my cock free, I run those fingers down her seam, gathering our release and shoving it back into her. Her walls grip my fingers as I press a kiss to her pulse point, sucking the flesh between my teeth.
“Don’t waste a fucking drop,” I tell her, pumping my fingers into her cunt as my lips claim hers once again.