by Elaria Ride
In one fell swoop, I pull back a little before pushing her pants down over her ass.
Yes. I give a satisfied smirk. She hasn’t bothered with panties. I debate taking her pants off all the way, but then she leans in and rubs her sobbing pussy against the underside of my cock; I know I won't make it that far.
"Now," I grunt, pulling back from her hands. She grins, her eyes heavy with lust, and arches against the car. Fucking hell, she's so wet... I can see from here that her folds are pink and glistening in the early morning light.
I make deliberate eye contact, my gaze penetrating hers, before I enter her in one firm stroke.
With hiss at the contact, our heads thrown back.
"Fucccck," I moan, unable to help myself from beginning tiny thrusts. But it seems like Jessie is right there with me; she doesn't hold back either.
"Yes.” She rocks herself against my cock as I support her hips with my hands. Shit. This is all too much; I'm already close, embarrassingly close... I just hope she can catch up.
"Please," I grit, beginning to fuck with even harder. "Jessie... please."
She gives me a brief nod of understanding; she knows I'd help her if my hands weren't occupied with holding us upright.
One of her hands leaves my neck and drifts down to her clit. She begins making rapid circles, moaning from deep in her throat with each pass. I slam my eyes shut, determined not to pop off before she gets there too; if I keep looking at her touching herself, it'll all be over too fast.
Luckily, she's teetering on the edge. Her entire chest is flushed bright red and she's biting her lip, rocking her whole body on my cock. She looks so fucking beautiful, so perfect... I just hope I get more chances to show her how beautiful I think she is.
Suddenly, she lets out a high-pitched wail, and her entire body freezes, just like it always does when she comes. To say the least, it's hot; I'm fucking her outside against her car, she's impaled on my cock, and I can feel the walls of her pussy vibrating and contracting around me.
All I can do is grip onto her hips as tightly as I can, and after one deep, final thrust, I spill myself inside her with a deafening roar.
For a few blissful seconds, we stand like that, panting and slumped against each other. But soon my muscles start to ache in a stark reminder of exactly what we've been up to the last 24 hours.
I lean down to kiss her and gently pry her legs from around my waist. She drowsily blinks and stands, bending to pull up her pants. I do the same, and what happens next is automatic, something we both expect, even without saying a word: I bend over and grab her behind her knees, taking her into my arms in one fluid motion. She nuzzles against my chest, just as she did last night, and I chuckle softly, kissing her on the forehead.
My last thought as I stride up the driveway, gazing at her satisfied smile, is that John is a fucking genius.
Epilogue
Jessie
I study the young brunette sitting across from me.
She’s wearing a perfectly-tailored gray pinstriped skirt set and matching pair of heels — the type of shoes that would land me flat on my face if I even attempted to wear them. Her curly hair is wound into an elegant bun that I’d turn into a matted bird’s nest, and her skin is a beautiful shade of honeyed bronze. I bet she gets a full tan from stepping in the sun for ten minutes.
It goes without saying that I’m insanely jealous.
Her physical appearance actually reminds me of a certain actress of Latin American descent… if only that particular celebrity were a size 22.
But what completes the package — at least for me — is that there seems to be something shrewd and smart hidden in her big brown doe eyes. Her thick, dark eyelashes may complete the picture of innocence, but there’s a tiny little smirk playing on her lips.
And perhaps it’s the smirk that sells me, or perhaps it’s woman’s intuition… but I already like her.
I’ve actually had a good feeling about her since she’d responded to my Craigslist ad, even if my reasons for calling her to a job interview were a bit disingenuous.
Because I have no intention of hiring her.
And from the outside, this might seem like a tremendous waste. After all, she meets nearly all the qualifications I’m looking for in a secretary: She’s younger (check). Curvy (check). Cute (check). Skilled — at least according to her resume (check).
Still, she’s not perfect for me… because she’s perfect for someone else. In every sense of the word.
I set her HR folder down on the desk and give her another appraising glance. It’s undeniable that she’s a natural beauty, from her bouncing ringlets to her heart-shaped face. But she’s biting her lip and bouncing her leg impatiently, almost like feels a little insecure.
Maybe that’s why I can’t help but see a little bit of myself in her.
“So Marina,” I say, hoping to sound warm and welcoming. “What brings you here?”
Of course, I basically know the answer from looking at her resume; I just like to hear the full story.
She gives me a weak smile. “I’m originally from Brooklyn, but I made a military move to the West Coast with my now ex-husband. Things didn’t work out.” She glances down, biting her lip, and I feel a pang of sympathy. After all, I know full well what it’s like to deal with fuck boys…
But she elaborates, undeterred, her voice ringing with strength.
Yes. I knew I liked her.
“I bartended for years,” Marina adds, shrugging. “I saw your ad for an executive assistant. I figure it’s still in the service industry. Close enough, no?”
She’s spunky — I’ll give her that!
“Yeah, I suppose. In a roundabout way,” I reply, trying to keep my voice as neutral and professional as possible.
She gives me that weak smile again. “I’d honestly appreciate anything you have open.” She looks down into her lap, and I see a bit of that tough facade melting away.
And then she says something that solidifies my choices— something that reassures me I’ve made the right decision in bringing her here in the first place:
“I’m a single mom.”
The words leave her in a muffled rush, and she shifts uneasily in her seat. Her reaction tells me this is something new, something raw, something she hadn’t particularly intended on sharing.
But holy fucking shit, I’m glad she did!
She’s got a kid, too?! Yes. My matchmaking skills are even better than I’d thought! She and my future brother-in-law will be absolutely spectacular together — even better than I’d hoped! My face splits into a broad grin. If soulmates exist — and I think they might — she and Finn could be soulmate poster children.
Along with Huck and me, of course.
I feel like doing a celebratory cupid dance right here in my new office, but at the risk of scaring her away completely, I manage to refrain.
But just barely.
I’m not sure how long that resolve will hold, though, so I’d better cut to the chase.
“Well,” I say, smiling. “I’ve got good news and bad news.” Her face falls a little, so I hasten to explain. “Hear me out,” I say, spreading my palms. “The good news is better than you think.”
I give her a wink and swivel around in my chair.
“Sylvie!” I call, projecting my voice through the open door behind me.
The woman in question must’ve been listening in, though, because her grinning face appears in the doorway a second later.
“Yes?” she asks, that smile still plastered across her face. I’d laugh if I weren’t in the middle of a job interview; we’re doing an absolutely terrible job of pretending we hadn’t orchestrated this entire thing before Marina had even arrived.
Nevertheless, I have no intention of abandoning the ruse — not when someone this perfect for the Bosco clan has just landed in my lap!
I gesture in front of me. “I’d like to introduce your new pourer!”
I look back at Marina, but she’s just cocki
ng her head in wide-eyed bewilderment. Her expression is stuck in a weird half-grimace somewhere between confusion and excitement, like she can’t pick which one takes precedence.
All-in-all, it looks pretty hilarious, especially on a face as delicate and pretty as hers.
Sylvie clearly agrees with my assessment, because she laughs and steps into my office from the storeroom.
“I’m Sylvie,” she says, marching over and extending her hand. “Welcome to the Bosco Winery family! And you’re Marina, I’m guessing?”
Marina nods numbly and shakes her hand, but the look of confusion remains.
I giggle in spite of myself, then quickly muffle it with my palm. Marina furrows her brow, obviously growing more befuddled by the minute.
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry,” I say, raising my hand to forestall any interruptions. I look up at Sylvie. “I guess we probably owe the poor girl an explanation.”
Marina gives me a pointed look and I can almost hear the words Uh yeah, ya think? running across her mind.
This time, Sylvie’s the one who steals the words from my lips — ones that I’d thought, but that I’d never vocalize. By now, though, I suppose that Sylvie’s lack of tact shouldn’t shock me as much as it does.
“God, she’s perfect for Finn,” she blurts, shaking her blonde head in amazement. And as much as I agree, it is neither the time nor the place for that type of pronouncement.
I groan and glare at her. Is she trying to scare Marina away? I rush to do damage control, but Sylvie doesn’t seem the least bit ashamed. In fact, she just perches on my desk and continues to stare at her new employee like she’s a fascinating artifact in a museum.
“Marina,” I say quickly, clasping my hands in front of me. “What we’re trying to say is that we’d like to offer you a position.”
Marina perks up in interest, although I still see some hesitation in her eyes.
I don’t blame her.
“Oh?” she asks, glancing nervously between Sylvie and me.
And for once, Sylvie recognizes the seriousness of the situation and decides to act like a professional. “Yes,” she confirms, crossing her arms. “My family owns Bosco Wineries — you may have heard of us. We have a location just a few blocks away.”
Marina gives her a vague shrug. “I’m a single mom. Don’t have much time for things like wineries.”
Sylvie laughs. “Yeah, I can appreciate that. Ah,” she says, pausing like a thought has just occurred to her. “And that’s probably why you haven’t sought out a position as a barkeep, right?”
Marina nods. “Bartending is good money, but late nights.”
Sylvie gives her a triumphant smile. “Well, maybe you’ll find that wine pouring is the best of both worlds. We close by 6 — earlier on some weekdays and holidays. And with your resume?” She glances around, wrinkling her nose, and drops her voice to a false whisper. “I think you’d be bored in a stuffy old office. Even one as new as this.”
I swat her on the arm. Honestly.
But in the process of moving my arm, the overhead light catches the diamond engagement ring on my left hand, and my annoyance dissipates, just a little. I stare at it fondly, momentarily distracted by the intricate, glittering stones.
Sylvie’s never had much patience for my distractions, however.
“For fuck’s sake, Jessie,” she groans, throwing her hands in the air. “We get it. You’re engaged. To my brother, of all people.” She lets out a revolted shudder, but I can see a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
I roll my eyes. Huck hadn’t been lying when he’d called her a bratty kid sister. But now? Yeah. I guess I’m stuck with her. I playfully stick out my tongue before I remember that Marina’s in the room.
Fortunately for us, Marina doesn’t seem like the type who scares that easily. She just clears her throat and chooses to ignore our weird family banter. “So… where am I working, again?”
Sylvie sits up a bit straighter, her posture returning to professionalism. “Well, first, you’ll be working with me at the Seattle location. Then, if you want, and if things work out,” she allows, “you’ll help open the location a little further out of town, one a little closer to here.”
Marina doesn’t look terribly convinced, so I rush to add the best part of the deal — the one that Sylvie had somehow forgotten. “To the tune of a raise, of course. For your trouble.”
Now Marina pauses, considering. “A raise, huh?” She leans back, and I have enough experience in real estate to know a negotiating stance when I see one. Yes. It looks like we’ve got her!
“How much we talking?”
Sylvie shrugs. “25%. If you help open the new winery. But you might find there are… other benefits to the venue, as well.” Her eyes twinkle with mischief, and I resist the urge to slap her again.
I think Marina’s next course of action surprises both of us, though.
She doesn’t storm from the office. She doesn’t demand more information. She doesn’t release the string of curse words (I’m sure) have been flitting through her mind since Sylvie had decided to start spouting her typical Sylvie bullshit.
Instead, Marina shrugs, sits forward and says, “Ok. When can I start?”
Sylvie beams at her, and after that, things wrap up nicely — almost like they were meant to fall into place as easily as this. We sign some paperwork, exchange phone numbers, and before I know it, the three of us are talking like we’ve known each other for years.
Some time later, Sylvie leads Marina outside with an arm draped over her shoulder, repeating some basic instructions to prepare for her Monday start. She’s still a little nervous, of course, but if I’m able to read her as well as I think I am, she’ll be just fine.
And maybe more than just fine, if everything goes as well as it has so far…
I walk outside with Sylvie and Marina and wave them off with promises to keep in touch. Sylvie and I wink at each other from over Marina’s back as the two of them head to the parking lot.
Yes. We’ve done well.
I don’t even realize that I’ve been standing outside and grinning like a loon until I hear a familiar, rumbling voice from behind me.
“So I take it the interview went… well?”
I turn on my heel, glad that the sound of Huck’s booming timbre no longer frightens or startles me… even though I’m a little embarrassed I’ve been caught in the act of celebrating my own victories. He’s holding two bags of carryout from our favorite Indian place and giving me that lopsided grin. He’s still wearing his trademark flannel and tight-fitting jeans, so of course he still looks unfairly fucking sexy. Not much has changed in that regard.
I smile bashfully and lean in for a kiss, although I’m not quite willing to admit I’d completely forgotten we had dinner plans.
Per usual, though, Huck is two steps ahead of me. He pulls back from the embrace and raises his arms, gesturing to the bags of food in his hands. “I figured you’d get… sidetracked. So I decided to bring dinner to you!”
I laugh as we step inside the office — the one he’s built for me. The one I’d gladly moved into after transitioning away from the hustle and bustle and judgment of big city life. It’s incredible how much has changed in just a year…
Huck puts the carryout down on the table and wraps his arms around me for a proper kiss.
“And what is making my beautiful fiancée grin like the Cheshire Cat?” he murmurs, his deep voice sending vibrations through my chest.
I pull back and clap my hands with excitement. “Matchmaking, actually!”
Huck rolls his eyes, but doesn’t look surprised.
“We found someone absolutely perfect for Finn,” I gush. “You won’t even believe it! She’s gonna start working with Sylvie, but I can’t wait to see the sparks fly when she moves to Finn’s location!”
Huck shakes his head. “You have an entire real estate office to hire, and you’re worried about my brother’s love life. Typical.”
I
giggle and give him a peck on the lips. “Very typical. What can I say? You’ve turned me into a sucker for romance.”
He chuckles and rests one of his big hands on my stomach. I marvel, just for a moment, at how uncomfortable this used to make me. After a year, though, I’m able to see it for what it is; my future husband showing physical affection to a part of me he loves.
“Yeah, well,” he says, leaning in to nuzzling my neck. “I like to think you always had that interest lurking beneath the surface.” He punctuates his thoughts with an insistent thrust against my hip, and I shudder — like always — at the fact that I’m able to get him so aroused so easily…
“I know something else lurking beneath the surface,” I murmur back. I provide him with a little shimmy, delighting at his throaty moan.
Huck shifts his hands down to my hips and clucks his tongue in admonishment. “And to think, we haven’t even properly christened this place.” He takes a rueful glance at the fresh pine covering the walls. “What a waste!”
I laugh breathily and grind my ass against his hardening cock. “Huck, you know as well as I do that this office is brand new — built from floor to ceiling with Bosco Family lumber! I’ve barely had time to unpack, much less think about having sex in here.”
I suppose I should have known better than to say that, though, because it’s the type of thing Huck takes as a personal challenge.
He grips my shoulders and turns me around to face him, that trademark lopsided grin stretched across his face. I know I’m a goner, even before he slips a warm hand beneath my jeans and begins massaging the folds of my dripping pussy with his expert fingers.
“Yeah,” he whispers, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, even though his hand is still hard at work. “So let’s change that.”
Next by Elaria Ride
The story of Finn and Marina continues in Pleasingly Plump
Can be read as a standalone or part of the Babes of Biggal Mountain series!