CHAPTER TWO
Jason
It’s been a week of retirement, and my ass is dragging this morning.
Between cleaning out my office, moving Romona’s art room around, and working on her gift, I would’ve kept plenty busy.
You throw in the annual club lefse day and Grandpa duties a couple of days on top of prospecting shit, and I think I was busier than a typical work week.
But fuck if I haven’t enjoyed it all. The absolute best part, though, is waking up with my love every morning.
I know it’s still early, but we both have to get up soon.
She’s got a craft day at the elementary school that she does yearly, helping kids make gifts for their loved ones.
She’s done it since Mick was in school and swears it’s a high point for her every year.
I love my kids and my grandkids, but the thought of helping a couple of hundred kids do arts and crafts makes that vein in my forehead throb.
You know the one I’m talking about—it’s the same one that came out all the time when my kids were teenagers.
I feel the bed move slightly, which tells me that Romona is starting to stir awake.
I know that if I don’t roll over and embrace her, she’ll be out of this bed in a minute or two.
She’s never one to lie awake in bed, saying that’s how one grows old, and it doesn’t suit her soul.
However, she’s never made a single complaint when I’ve pulled her to me and snuggled with her.
I stretch out and roll over, pulling my love to me, burrowing my face into her neck, slowly peppering it with kisses.
“Mmmmm. Someone woke up early this morning.” She’s not wrong.
I usually sleep till the alarm goes off.
I looked and we have a few minutes before it dings, and we both need to get up.
In between continuing to dot her neck and collarbone with kisses, I tell her my idea.
“Well, love, we’ve got a few minutes till our alarm goes off, and I can think of something that could occupy that time.
What do you think?” I pull her body right next to mine so she can feel exactly what I’m thinking.
We may be in our fifties, but we ain’t exactly dead yet. Romana’s flexibility surprises me daily. She says it’s the years of yoga. I say it’s her because no one I know, after a broken hip and heart attack, can move like she does. Hell, I would be in traction for weeks.
In one swift motion, she turns over to face me, pushes me onto my back, and climbs on top of me.
Looking down at me, she’s got the most gorgeous smile.
“Why, Mr. Stone, I do believe you have the best ideas.” She leans down and gives me a gentle kiss.
No, that won’t do. I reach up, pull her down, and kiss her with everything I have.
She’s so responsive and opens up, a silent invitation for me to slip my tongue in.
While I kiss the set of lips that has me getting hard every time I touch them, I move a hand down to grab on to that gorgeous ass of hers.
Color me shocked when I feel nothing, as in she is naked under her nightgown—no panties of any kind.
I break the kiss and look at her just in time to see a slight blush come over her.
Being assertive in her life is easy and second nature, but taking control during sex brings out the same shy girl I knew all those years ago in high school.
Both versions are equally beautiful and sexy as sin.
She shrugs her shoulders. “So you weren’t the only one with this idea this morning.
I feel like we’ve been so busy…” She stops talking when I pull her head back down and kiss her like I know how she’s always loved to be kissed.
The kind of kiss you feel in your soul. She’s always been able to get that from me.
Without words, she knows to lift her body off me slightly so I can shove my pajama pants down enough to free myself.
I’m so hard, and it’s not just morning wood.
As soon as I free myself, I feel for her entrance.
Romona’s hand joins mine and guides me into her.
“Fuck me, you always feel so good, baby.” She starts moving ever so slowly.
“Ride me like you mean it, gorgeous.” I’m gonna have to run through ten codes so I don’t blow too fast. Gods, she’s incredible and feels so fucking good.
Romona
I swear I’m still surprised by how right he feels every time he enters me.
I love teasing us both and slowly ride him, building both of us to the point of no return.
“Ohhh.. you fill me just right…ohhh hell…” Gods, this man.
“Baby, slow ain’t gonna work for today.” He may say he can’t move fast or surprise me, but just a few seconds later, he flips us, and I’m on my back.
He starts pounding into me, hitting that spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
This ain’t sex. This is fucking. Pure and simple and soooo fucking good.
“Yesss…I’m so close!” I look at the man who’s taken my heart and see a light sheen on his forehead, a telltale sign that he’s trying to hold off coming till I do. It’s just right there.
Jason’s gotta be closer than I realized because he reaches in between us, and as soon as his thumb presses on my button that causes me to speak in tongues, my eyes roll back so far and the shaking starts in my toes.
“Ahhh, I’m…Yessss!” I know more came out of my mouth, but I couldn’t tell you a single letter of any of the words that spewed out.
I may not be a woman who can come more than once, but the one I get is fucking phenomenal.
I’m vaguely aware that he pumps into me a few more times as I’m shaking, till he comes with a shout.
“FFFUUUCCCKK!” I can feel him pulsing in me as my shaking slowly subsides.
He pulls out, and I feel the loss until he flops down next to me and pulls me into his strong arms. It’s afterward that I always get the sweet and sentimental side of my man.
It was the same way all those years…he’s just always been that way.
I don’t need to harsh my mellow by remembering my actual age at this moment.
Jason nuzzles into my neck again—his favorite place to kiss me in the morning. “Baby, I don’t care how many times we do that, it’s always fucking amazing. Love you.” I couldn’t keep the smile off my face if I tried. “Love you too. I—” I’m cut off by our alarm clock making itself known.
I feel the thunk of his head as his forehead lands on my shoulder.
“I thought when I retired I wouldn’t have to use one of those things, yet I have almost every day so far.
” I chuckle at him. I know if I turn around to look at him, he’ll be pouting.
“You’ve been retired for a week. A week in December, when there’s always a lot going on.
I know in the not-too-distant future you will have days with no alarm, babe.
” He grumbles some sort of response as I sit up.
“But today’s not one of those days. I gotta get up and get ready to go to the school, and you’re having breakfast with your brother.
Do you know if he’s coming to Christmas dinner? ”
Jason, the person who definitely needs caffeine in the morning, grumbles some more as he sits up next to me on our bed.
“Baby, I love you and that your mind works in amazing ways, but you’re expecting me to think first thing in the morning before coffee and after I just came as hard as I did.
I couldn’t even do that when we were teenagers, and I definitely can’t now.
” He leans over, kisses my cheek, stands up, and heads to the bathroom.
“Okay, fair point.” I get up to head to the kitchen to make coffee, when a hand sticks out of the bathroom door to stop me.
“We’re not in that big of a rush. Come take a shower with me, Love.
” My mama didn’t raise no fool. A shower where I get to freely ogle his body?
Yes, please and thank you gods for that gift.
Jason
As soon as I walk into the diner, I see Jeremy already sitting at our usual table.
I give Millie a nod in greeting. Rob calls out, “I’m about to grab a fresh pot to bring out, so go sit with your ornery-ass brother and I’ll be there in two shakes!
” Chuckling, I get to our table and Jeremy’s staring daggers in Rob’s direction.
As I sit down, I ask the question of the morning.
“What did you do to annoy Rob this time? Did you call her Roberta again?” Jeremy turns his glare in my direction, however, I haven’t been intimidated by it since I was in my early teens.
“No. I haven’t done that in months. I’m pretty sure I have a scar on my hand from her handing me that fork the day I did that.
All I did was ask Millie why she was all dolled up today with all that makeup stuff, and Rob’s been plotting my death since then.
I’m surprised I don’t have a lap full of coffee at this point. ”
I know overall, Jeremy is not an idiot. He’s smart enough to be reelected sheriff three times.
However, his intelligence seems to vanish whenever he has to deal with the opposite sex outside of work.
The man’s picker is as off as anyone I’ve ever met.
Divorced twice, with two ex-wives who are two of the most horrible human beings ever to have been born.
The man goes after all the wrong women, but can’t see the one who’s head over heels for him and has been for years.
To top it off, she would be perfect for him, but he hasn’t noticed her for one second.
One of these days, he’s either going to get his head out of his ass about her or she’s gonna meet someone else.
It’s looking more and more like the latter.