by Lacey Black
I offer her a grateful smile and turn away. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the little spitfire of a woman, but she’s definitely a lot to handle in such a short amount of time. I find myself wandering through the busy store, checking out some of the beautiful pieces Harper carries. There are a few things I wouldn’t mind trying on, but I’m just not sure I can with all these people milling about.
“You should try this one. It would look amazing against your skin tone,” Harper says a bit later as she joins me in the corner of the shop. She’s holding up a delicate nightgown in a soft blue. It looks like it hits mid-thigh and has a white lace trim around the bottom. It’s definitely a gorgeous piece.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” I tell her, watching as she reaches into the bin beneath the table and pulls out one that’s my size.
“Here, go try it on,” she insists, taking me by the shoulders and steering us toward the dressing rooms. Freedom is there and gives me a warm smile while still chatting with a woman about pajamas. Harper practically pushes me inside the dressing room. “I know it’ll look amazing, but I want you to be comfortable,” she says and then rips the curtain closed, leaving me alone in the small space. “I can’t hear you changing,” Harper yells through the curtain.
“All right, all right,” I reply, setting the nightie down on the bench. “Hold your horses.”
It only takes me a few minutes to change out of my casual jean shorts, fitted tee, and bra, but the moment I slide the nightie on, I know Harper is right. It’s a perfect fit. And the color? Amazing. I can’t help but stare at the reflection staring back at me. When was the last time I bought something so beautiful and sexy with the intention of someone else seeing it? A really long time, that’s for sure. When Charles and I were together, I tried a few pieces of lingerie early in our relationship, but honestly, it never really felt right. Maybe that’s because we were never really meant to be together. We were comfortable, that’s it.
But this?
With the prospect of Jensen seeing me in it?
Liberating.
Sexy.
Feminine.
Suddenly, I can’t wait to show him later tonight.
I get dressed once again in the clothes I arrived in and step out of the dressing room. “Well?” Harper asks, a knowing grin on her pretty face.
“It’s perfect,” I answer.
She does a little shimmy. “I knew it!”
I glance around at the displays, suddenly more excited to do a little shopping than I was before. “You know, I could really use a few new bra and panty sets.”
Her eyes light up. “I have just the thing, come with me.” And then she leads me off to shop her store.
An hour and three hundred dollars later, I’m standing off to the side with Marissa, enjoying some of the homemade sweet treats she baked and sipping a glass of wine as Harper helps the last of the evening shoppers. “I need to be careful or I won’t be able to drive home,” I tell Jensen’s youngest sister.
“Don’t worry about that, dear. Aunt Emma will drive,” Jensen’s aunt says as she approaches the goodies table. “Oh, these look divine.” She picks a chocolaty brownie off the tray and eats it in two bites.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be fine to drive. I’ve only had this one glass,” I tell the older woman, who is picking up her second treat.
“Pssh! I can handle your sporty little car, Kathryn. If my stint in NASCAR taught me anything, it was how to handle an automobile.”
I glance at Marissa, who vocalized the question I was thinking. “You drove in NASCAR?”
“Of course, dear. Those boys didn’t know how to handle their sticks before Emma showed them how,” she says casually, reaching for her third treat.
“I’m all finished,” Harper says as she comes over to where we stand. “I’m exhausted.”
“You had a great night,” Marissa adds, starting to box up the remaining treats.
“Give me wine,” Freedom bellows after locking the front door.
“Done,” Harper replies, pouring two glasses of sweet red wine and topping off my glass.
“Oh, I shouldn’t. I have to drive home,” I reply, knowing I really shouldn’t have a second glass.
“I’m driving her home,” Emma insists.
“We should probably head that way, though. It’s getting late,” I add.
Emma glances at her watch. “It’s still early, dear. Besides, Orvie isn’t taking his pill until eleven. That means the love wand will be ready to play with by eleven thirty.”
Marissa makes a choking noise and quickly chugs the rest of her wine. Harper giggles and leans my way. “She’s staying with you, you know. I’ve heard they can be quite…vocal when the little blue pill takes effect,” she teases, though I’m honestly not really sure she’s teasing. I have a feeling she’s speaking fact, not fiction.
“Thank God the guest room I have them in is on the opposite side of the house,” I whisper to Harper, making her giggle.
It feels completely natural and comfortable to be with these women, hanging out, shopping, and drinking a little wine, and before I know it, my second glass is finished. Harper heads over (with her wine, of course) and closes out her register, seemingly very happy with tonight’s profits. I don’t know how much she sold, but I watched a lot of merchandise leave the store this evening.
Another hour later, after the lights are out and the wine is gone, we finally head out. I don’t even care I’m letting Jensen’s eighty-something year old aunt drive my fancy schmancy car (the one I really should just get rid of). Instead, I happily hand over my keys, grateful I don’t have to drive home. Drinking wine and enjoying some of Marissa’s homemade treats was great, but getting to know Jensen’s sisters again, as well as his aunt, was the highlight of my evening. Not to mention a bag of goodies I can’t wait to show Jensen.
Maybe even a little strip show…
We’re pulling out of the parking lot, Emma talking a mile a minute as she almost takes the corner on two wheels, and I pull out my cell phone to keep myself from freaking out. I pull up his contact and send a text message.
Me: I know it’s late. I just wanted you to know I had fun with your sisters and aunt.
A few seconds later, the bubbles appear on my phone screen, and I can’t help but get a little giddy.
Jensen: I’m still up working. I’m glad you had fun. Emma behaved?
Me: She gave me wine. Harper too. Hell, even Marissa gave me some.
Jensen: LOL Well, it sounds like you needed a night to cut loose. I’m happy for you.
Me: I bought things…
Jensen: Keep talking…
Me: I’d rather show you.
Jensen: I’m so hard right now.
Me: Show me.
Jensen: Jesus, Butterfly, you’re killing me.
I can’t help it, I giggle as my fingers stumble across the screen to send another message.
“Are you sexting?” I hear the direct question echo in the darkened car.
“What? No!” I defend, probably a bit too insistently. I was totally getting ready to ask for a picture again.
“Liar. You’re just like my granddaughters. They lie about dirty pictures too. I’m pretty sure my Lexi has a whole album of the goods on her phone, but will she share with her grandma? No! She keeps Linkin all to herself,” Emma says as she nears my house.
“Umm, isn’t that a little weird? They’re your granddaughters.”
Emma blows out a dramatic breath. “Of course, it’s not weird. Those sexy men aren’t my blood. Plus, I want to make sure all of my girls are taken care of, you know, sexually. They all picked well. Maybe not Jaime and Lexi the first time around, but this last time? Totally hotties with a lot to offer a girl in the one-eyed trouser snake department, if you know what I mean,” Emma says casually, as if she were discussing the weather.
“Yeah, I think I know what you mean,” I reply as Emma pulls up to my gate and enters in the code before I can even tell her what it is.
> I watch as the gate opens and we move forward, bringing the entire house into view. It’s lit up with the lighting Rhenn installed, giving it a subtle, yet lovely appearance. The fountain is up and running in front, soft lighting illuminates the cascading water as it falls from the top. There’s just enough light to see the gorgeous landscape around the fountain, as well as the front of the house.
It’s the same place I grew up in, but I’ve made it mine.
I love it.
“…and you should always try the merchandise before you buy, dear. You never take home a new car without going for a little test drive, am I right?”
I startle, as Emma’s words pull me from my own thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I was just admiring the landscape,” I reply sheepishly, admitting I wasn’t paying attention. But then again, I’m not sure I want to know what she was talking about.
“No matter,” she says as she parks my car in the driveway with precision and expertise. “Anyway, let’s get inside. Orvie is waiting for me, and I’m sure my nephew is sending those dick pics by now. If not, make sure you ask for the goods. It might help you later when you double click your mouse before falling asleep,” she adds as she slips out of the driver’s seat.
My face is red, I know. I was honestly about to tell him to really send one (you know, proof and all), but now I’m not sure I can. Not with his aunt commenting like that. Instead, I’ll just slip into bed and die of mortification. That sounds like a much better idea.
I follow behind, making sure the garage door is closed and everything is locked up. Orval left the light on over the sink so we can see as we make our way through the mudroom and into my new kitchen.
“Tomorrow I’ll help you put away the rest of the stuff in those boxes,” Emma says, nodding to the stack.
“I still have to go through some of them. I did a lot of it when I boxed it up before the construction, but I don’t want to keep things just for the sake of keeping, you know?”
“Oh, don’t I know it, dear,” she says, shuffling with determination through the kitchen and dining room and toward the foyer where the grand staircase is. “Besides, I’m anxious to see those hottie construction workers before they’re finished completely and close up shop,” she adds.
I can’t help but smile. I’m learning quickly that Emma is a hoot. My mother would die a thousand deaths if she were ever to meet this woman. She’s blunt and talks about sex, something I was always told should never be discussed. Ever. A lady never tells, she’s say.
We wave goodbye at the top of the stairs, and I can’t help but notice the little extra bounce in her step as she approaches the doorway to the guest room they’re using. A smile plays on my lips. I hope I’m half as spry as she is when I’m nearing her age.
Inside the master bedroom, I set my stuff down and reach for my phone. I notice a few messages from Jensen, but decide to get ready for bed before I answer him. I make quick work of washing my face and getting into my pajamas, the bag with my new items staring at me from the reading nook. Saturday night, I’ll definitely wear one of them…
Climbing into bed, I finally unlock my phone and glance at his messages.
Jensen: Are you there?
Jensen: Where’d you go?
Jensen: Seriously, Kate. Is everything OK?
Jensen: I’m starting to worry.
Jensen: I’m hoping you just passed out. Did you just pass out?
Jensen: Jesus, I think I’m coming out of my skin.
Shit. It’s been a solid twenty minutes since we were communicating. Knowing Jensen he could be halfway here by now to check on me.
Me: I’m OK. I was talking to your aunt, who’s quite the character. I’m in bed now.
Jensen: Fuck. Don’t do that to me. I was ready to start calling the hospitals.
Me: I’m sorry!
Jensen: It’s OK. *takes deep breath* Now I know you’re not wrecked into a ditch somewhere, let’s get back to discussing the fact you bought some lingerie tonight.
Me: I did. If you’re good, maybe I’ll show you Saturday night, if our date night is still on.
I bite my lip and wait for his reply. I’ve never been forward, but with this man, I’ve always felt comfortable stepping out of the box.
Jensen: Oh, I’m very fucking good, Butterfly. I can’t wait to see what surprises you have beneath your clothes.
My body is on fire. There’s a slow burn creeping up my thighs and landing in the apex of my legs. I’m wet, anxious, and so very ready. If only he were here to help alleviate the ache. Before I realize what’s happening, my hand is sliding beneath the elastic of my sleep shorts and into my panties. As expected, they’re completely soaked.
Jensen: Are you touching yourself, Kate?
My fingers slide through my folds, my clit already hard. I should reply, but I can’t seem to do it one-handed. My mind conjures up images of Jensen’s hands, his mouth, and his cock. I slide a finger inside my body, followed quickly by a second. I feel the stretch, that glorious burn all the way down to my toes.
The ringing of the cell phone in my hand has me pausing. Jensen’s name is at the bottom of the screen, letting me know it’s a video call. My hand is a little shaky as I adjust the phone and click accept. His face instantly fills the screen, his head resting in the middle of his pillow.
“Butterfly, why didn’t you answer me?”
I bite my lip again. “I was a little busy,” I reply boldly.
His eyes flare with desire. “Show me.”
It only takes about a half of a second to make the decision. The phone is moved downward, displaying my hand hidden beneath my shorts.
“Take them off. I want to see you,” he instructs.
Setting the phone down on the comforter beside me, I shimmy out of my shorts and climb back on my bed. Picking my phone back up, I glance at the gorgeous man on the screen. “Done.”
“Show me.” I angle the camera downward so he can see my naked lower half. “Show me what you were doing when I called,” he adds.
That constant blush is back. I try to hold the phone at the right angle and place my fingers between my legs. The moment they come into contact with my clit, I almost catapult from the bed. My body is wound so tight, it seems all of my blood is in one concentrated area. I slide my fingers through my folds, coating them in my wetness. “This is what I was doing,” I tell him as I slide two fingers into my pussy.
A loud groan echoes in the room. “That’s so fucking hot,” he growls. “Keep going.”
I move my fingers in and out, knowing this orgasm won’t take long. Not with him watching and instructing me. “What are you doing?” I ask, turning the camera upward a bit so I can see. Jensen angles his downward until his very large, very hard erection fills the screen. His hand is wrapped around the base as he slowly slides it all the way up to the tip.
Now it’s my groan that fills the room. Watching him pleasure himself while I do the same might be the biggest turn-on since the day Jensen walked down the hallway wearing Wrangler jeans and cowboy boots.
“Hold the phone down a little more so I can watch. I want to see you come, Kate. Show me how you do it when I’m not around,” he says, his voice low and gravely.
“I want to watch too,” I tell him. Jensen makes sure the phone is angled downward so I can see him stroke himself.
My fingers start to move on their own. He grips the root of his cock and gives it a squeeze. I can see the wetness ooze from the tip. If I were there, I’d put him in my mouth and lick it clean.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hand moving faster and faster. “I’d do anything to have your mouth on me right now,” he adds, confirming I must have said it aloud.
My muscles start to tense as my orgasm builds. I can feel the tightness in my legs, yet they spread as widely as possible. I pump my fingers in and out as my back arches off the bed and euphoria spreads through my veins. I vaguely hear the sound of Jensen’s release as I ride the waves of my own.
It takes a solid minute
before I’m able to move. My limbs are boneless and my breathing erratic as I force my eyes open. That’s when I realize my phone is sitting on my stomach. Quickly grabbing it, I glance at the screen, his handsome, yet very sated face filling the device.
“Sorry, I dropped my phone.”
“It’s okay. I got to watch all of the good parts anyway,” he tells me, a lopsided grin spreading across his face.
“I’ve never done that,” I whisper, the blush already starting to creep up my neck.
“Me neither. It was fucking sexy as hell to watch.”
“It kinda was,” I agree, my own lips spreading wide into a smile. It’s replaced quickly by a yawn, however.
“I’m going to let you go so you can go to sleep.”
“Okay,” I whisper, my eyes already starting to fall. The combination of wine and an amazing orgasm has just about lulled me into dreamland.
“Goodnight, Butterfly,” he whispers.
“Night,” I reply, giving him one last smile before clicking off the phone.
I set the device down on the nightstand, making sure it’s charging, and snuggle into my pillow. I should definitely get up and clean myself up a bit, but I can’t seem to make my legs work.
Images of Jensen and watching him stroke himself fill my mind once more. I’ll definitely be filing those away for a later day. Turning on my side and curling around the spare pillow, I relax instantly and drift off to sleep, thoughts of the one man I’ve always loved filling my dreams.
Chapter Seventeen
Jensen
The carpenters are busy cleaning up their tools and inspecting their final product as I slip through the foyer and up the stairs. I’ve been here for about twenty minutes and haven’t seen her. It’s just after eight in the morning, and even though I need to get to work to finish up this project, seeing Kate is first on my list.
I reach the master bedroom and find the door closed. Without knocking, I slowly inch it open and peek inside. Even though the room is darkened from shades, there’s enough light filtering around the edges to make out her sleeping form in the middle of the massive bed. My cock already springs to life in anticipation.