“What was that all about?” Jessica walked over to the window and gasped when she saw it was a complete white out. She couldn’t even see the twinkling holiday lights of the square anymore.
She watched as he walked over to the loveseat she kept in the room and shrugged his cut off, hanging it over the back of the couch.
“That was Rooster. They’ve shut down basically everything at this point. Unless you have a medical emergency, you aren’t to be on the roads. It could be three or four days,” he got advanced towards her.
“That means we’ll spend Christmas here together then,” she mentally counted the hours, then the possible days they would be together.
“Good thing I have your gift in my saddle bags,” he flashed a heart-stopping smile as he sauntered over to her.
“And good thing I never took yours home,” she sassed back at him, meeting him halfway between where she stood and where he’d been standing.
“So the question is,” he hooked his arms around her neck, pulling her into his body, “what are we gonna do with all this togetherness?”
“I have a book to finish,” she said the words carefully, hoping like hell she wouldn’t mess with his mood. If they were spending the next couple of days together, she didn’t want to start it out on a sour note. Hopefully, they could make up for lost time … after she got the book out of the way.
“You’re not gonna let that go, are you?” he moved his hands up to her neck, bracketing both sides of it so that his fingers curled together.
“I can’t,” she frowned, hoping he understood the importance of what she was doing. Not only was it keeping her word, but she was legally bound, too. “There’s a contract.”
“How about this?” he leaned in, kissing her lips softly, letting them linger together for a breath, before pulling them apart. It was an easy seduction he hoped she couldn’t say no to. “You spend the night with me, and I’ll give you a full twenty-four hours before I start harping on you about taking it easy. Since it’s just the two of us, the day we celebrate won’t matter at all.”
Mentally counting the hours, she wondered if it would work, and she desperately wanted to spend the night with him.
“Thirty-six hours,” she countered.
Layne tapped her nose and smoothed the wrinkle out of her forehead. “I can see you’re stressed about this. I’ll give you your thirty-six hours after we spend tonight together.”
It wasn’t hard for her to come a decision. “Deal.”
She watched as his eyes flashed, his smile became sexier, his eyes more hooded. “Then prepare yourself gorgeous, because if you need inspiration for that sex scene you were about to write. I’m about to give you some.”
She swallowed roughly. “Fuck,” she breathed.
“With pleasure,” he ran his hands to her hips, gripping them, and turned her towards the window. Moving her body with the pressure of his, he pushed her up against it. “Relax, and enjoy it.”
The dark tone of his voice made her close her eyes and give herself over to him.
“Hands up here,” Layne grasped her wrists and pushed them so that they rest on the cold pane of the window above her head.
Usually he would never allow this to happen in such a public place, but knowing the city was shut down made him adventurous, no one would be walking down the street and gazing up into the lighted studio tonight. They might as well be alone in the world.
Layne leaned closer to her, nosing her hair over her shoulder, letting his lips connect with the soft skin of her neck. Lifting his eyes, they connected with hers in the reflection of the glass. “Do you trust me?” his voice was dark to even his own ears. After all these years, he still questioned if she would trust him, if she would give herself up to him. Sometimes, he still wondered if she’d say yes or no. Had absolutely nothing to do with her, but everything to do with him and how he occasionally felt about himself.
“With everything,” she whispered on a gasp when his hand moved up her body and closed around her breast.
It still made his chest puff out, to know she did trust him with everything. Given their past, she probably shouldn’t, but she’d been able to put that darkness behind them and love the man he’d grown to be. He was a lucky bastard in every sense of the word.
Burying his face in her neck, he ran his hands up her arms, entwining their fingers together against the coolness of the window. The way their wedding rings made a noise as they came together making his breath catch – sentimental fuck that he was. He took their combined weight on his biceps, grinding his hard dick against her soft ass. His teeth scraped across the smooth skin on the side of her throat as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.
“Kiss me, Layne,” she begged.
It took a little maneuvering, but he managed to bring their lips together, coaxing her tongue with his. Their moans were soft in the room, but he refused to change their position. He knew certain things about her and the position they were in was one of submission for her. She fucking loved when he exerted his strength over her.
When neither of them could breathe any longer they broke apart.
“You ready, baby?” he asked.
Almost immediately, her answer was yes.
Chapter Four
Layne pushed Jessica’s head forward, letting it hang from her shoulders as he again grasped her by the hips, and pulled her back towards him. This time it was with enough force to make her stumble against him and instead of stopping her, he pulled them further into the middle of the room until the back of his knees hit the bed.
Using the tips of his fingers, he ran his hands underneath her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. Before she could say anything to him, he’d done the same with the sweatpants she wore, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.
Letting his eyes run over her back, he felt a surge of adrenaline as he realized she had on a matching set. The matching set meant she was horny and Lord above, so was he. Stress affected her in different ways, and this was one of the more enjoyable ones he’d discovered.
“Matching set huh?” he questioned in her ear as his hands cupped her tits, the pads of this thumbs strumming her already hard nipples. “Were you hoping to see me at some point tonight?”
“I’m always hoping to see you,” she admitted, gasping when he sat down on the bed, pulling her with him until he sat with his back against the headboard. She sat between his legs, propped up against his chest. She reached behind her, her fingers grasping at his clothing, trying to touch any piece of him that she could. But he grabbed her wrists and held them to her side. “This is about you gorgeous, not about me. This is totally for you.”
“I’m so fucked,” she whispered on a breath as he ran his hands over her body.
“You sure will be, babe. No doubt about that.”
Layne pulled her snugly against him so that her back fit to his front. Like two pieces of a puzzle, they fit together perfectly. Her soft edges took in his jagged ones with ease, making sure they were a cohesive unit. This way, as she sat in the cradle of his thighs, not able to touch him, he knew he’d be able to give her pleasure, and that’s what he wanted to do more than anything. Telling Jessica not to work, telling her not to think about writing for a period of time, and expecting her to relax were all nice things to say, but he knew she wouldn’t listen. She flat-out didn’t know how to do it. He knew though, that if he could make her come hard enough and overwhelm her emotionally and physically with the way he loved her, he could make her sleep well for at least one night.
“Layne,” she spoke on a harsh intake of air as he ran his hand down the side of her neck, pressing his palm to her chest, fingers down until he encountered the lace edges of her bra.
“Lean your head back against me, and just enjoy it, babe. You can do that right?”
She answered him by letting her head fall back to his shoulder, her red hair becoming a crimson river down his arm.
Satisfied that she’d taken his direction,
he used his other hand to snake around her waist. The tips of his fingers dented her thigh as he pushed, making sure her legs were spread wide. “Keep them open, Jess, don’t you dare close them.”
She whined against his throat as she turned her head into the strong column, sucking on the skin she could reach. He allowed her to, because he loved the way her lips felt on him, loved the way she still kissed him like she was shy. When they both knew she was anything but.
Moving his hand along her smooth skin, he stopped as he reached the juncture between her thighs. Before he even moved his hand over her panties, he could feel the pooled wetness, could feel the heat coming off of her in waves.
“You like when I take charge don’t you?
Using her sharp teeth, she bit into the flesh of his neck as she nodded. That little bit of pain was enough to make him stop messing around. Shoving one hand down inside her bra, he cupped her flesh, teasing her already hard nipple with the palm of his hand. He flexed his wrist, making her squirm against him.
“Please,” she begged against the column of his neck, the noise muffled.
“You want my fingers inside you?” he asked, wanting to make her tell him, wanting her to help him take control of her pleasure.
“Yes,” she lifted her hips so that she came in contact with his fingers. “Put them inside me,” she begged.
“I don’t think so, not just yet,” he pushed aside the wet fabric at the center, and his finger went to work on her already sensitive clit. “How much can you stand?” he asked, chuckling darkly in her ear.
“Not nearly as much as you think I can,” her voice was guttural as she spoke the words.
Layne couldn’t wait to see just how much she could take.
Jessica pushed up against his fingers, trying to take him deeper, but Layne had a firm grip on his passion. He teased her, dipping only the tips of his fingers into her hot core before withdrawing and moving back up to her clit.
“Stop teasing me,” she huffed out a breath as he pulled on her nipple at the same time he pulled on her clit.
“Patience, babe,” he preached to her as he leaned down, kissing her neck.
Patience, her ass. She’d been in the middle of writing a really hot scene when he’d busted into her sanctuary and demanded she eat and relax. She was trying to relax, but fuck if he wasn’t making it hard to do so. Especially when she wanted her husband six ways from Sunday.
“How am I supposed to relax and have patience when I’m horny as fuck?” she asked, taking her hand off the bed and moving it down to join his between her legs.
Her fingers mingled with his as she grabbed hold and showed him how she wanted him to move them. Both of their fingers entered her body and she thought she would come apart when his other hand abandoned her breast, moving down to flick her clit.
“Fuck, Layne,” she closed her eyes tightly against the sensations coursing through her body. It wasn’t like this all the time with them. More often than not they were slower lovers, who liked the tease just as much as they liked the orgasm. Tonight was an entirely different story. She wanted this more than she wanted her next spot on the USA Today list.
Realizing she had a free hand, she trailed it up her body, pulling the cup of her bra down so that she could take over what he’d been doing before. Using her thumb, she strummed the hard nub, gasping when she felt it harden and swell even more against her flesh.
All at once she realized that even though she was participating, she was totally at Layne’s mercy. She sat in his arms, his fingers invaded her flesh, her back rubbed against the hard cock poking her in the back, his teeth worried her throat, and good Lord, his scent was almost enough to make her come on its own.
Her hips jerked against him, losing their rhythm as she pressed up against him and then pulled back. Press and pull, give and take, pressure and release.
Her orgasm hit her like a bolt out of the blue. She wasn’t expecting it when her body literally felt like it shattered into a million pieces.
She cried out harshly, undulating against his body. She breathed heavily as she tried to ride out the storm raging inside her.
“Shhhhh,” Layne soothed her, not removing his fingers, but slowly pumping, letting her come down on her own. But it was the slow, almost lazy way he did it that turned her on again.
As her heart slowed to a more manageable rate, she pushed his hand away and turned on her knees in front of him. Their eyes met and she knew exactly what she wanted to do to him.
Pushing him back further against the pillows, Jessica didn’t even take time to rid him of his shirt. He noticed she didn’t take time to rid herself of her panties either. He watched through half-closed eyes as she reached for his belt buckle, undoing the apparatus before wrenching his jeans apart.
“Fuck baby,” he hissed as he felt her small hands grasp him through the cotton of his boxers. The feel was enough to send him almost jackknifing off the bed. “What’s got you so hot?
“You.” She freed his cock and held it in her hand as she straddled him, pushed her panties to the side, and then engulfed him. No easy push into this for her, no; she took him all the way down, sighing as she felt him settle deeply inside her. “Always you and how you make me feel. Every day of our lives.”
Layne knew this wouldn’t take long. There was nothing hotter to him than a Jess who wanted to take her pleasure and by all accounts, she was feeling that way tonight.
As she steadied herself against his stomach, she rocked against him, finding a rhythm that drove him nuts. Her tits pushed up over her bra as she rode his dick, her stomach muscles clenched as she moved back and forth. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. But when she grabbed his hand and brought it up to her throat, holding his palm around the soft skin there as his fingers automatically clasped her with just the right amount of pressure, he knew he was gone. That his woman liked a little bit of dominance with her pleasure was enough to short circuit his brain. Grasping her there, he felt the answering wetness wash across his cock, and that’s when he couldn’t take it anymore. He let go of her neck, locked his fingers around her knees and flipped them over. In that position he had more leverage. He felt his jeans slide further down his ass, stopping just below the curve, and while it annoyed him, he couldn’t make himself stop.
Holding her neck, he grasped her there as leverage, hoping she was okay with it, figuring she was when her nails bit into the part of his ass his jeans had exposed, urging him to take her harder. There were no words in the room, only the sounds of their desperate love making.
“Give it to me,” she begged him, pulling her thighs up tighter against his ribs, opening herself wider to him. “Give me what I give you.”
“I can’t ever give you what you give me,” he heard the words tumble from his mouth. “Goddamn, you’re everything to me. Don’t you know that by now?”
When he felt her hand snake down to where they were joined, and rub against the hard length pressing inside of her, he grasped loudly, feeling his body let go.
Her answering moan told him she’d done the same. And in the aftermath, all he could do was hold her against him.
Chapter Five
When Layne woke up the next morning, Jess wasn’t in bed; she was sitting perched at her desk, fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop. He wondered how long she’d stayed in bed with him last night. But for the life of him he couldn’t remember when he’d gone to sleep, he only knew that in the end she’d worn his ass out instead of the other way around.
He lay back against the sheets for a few minutes, wondering if he should interrupt her. It was then he noticed she wore earbuds, so he decided against it. With the rapid pace her fingers were keeping on the computer, he knew she was deeply into a scene and if he ruined it now by interrupting, he’d feel bad. Especially since he’d kind of thrown her off her game when he’d come to chew her out for getting stuck in a snowstorm.
Fifteen minutes later he’d done his morning business, taken a quick
shower, and put on into some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt he kept there for times just like this. Jess still hadn’t noticed he was awake, so he went over to the small stove and checked the fridge. Looked like they had enough food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for at least today. Anything past tomorrow and they’d have to figure it out, but for today they could be happy as clams and warm as toast.
As he went about making omelets for the two of them, he checked his phone. A warning scrolled across that Bowling Green had received upwards of twenty-two inches of snow and since temps were not going to get above freezing for the next three days, people were being told to shelter in place.
Grinning, he glanced over at his wife, he was sure as fuck going to enjoy that. Just as he plated their omelets, Jessica gave out a small squeal, did something on her laptop and then closed the lid.
“I’m done!”
It was then he noticed there were still dark circles under her eyes, but good Lord did she look alive. There was a spark there he hadn’t seen in a while.
“Did you sleep at all last night?” he asked as he set their plates down and poured them both glasses of orange juice.
She ducked her head. “No,” she sighed. “What you did to me inspired me and as soon as you dozed off, I knew exactly where I wanted the story to go, and oh my God it’s done, Layne! It’s done!”
He couldn’t help but grin at her enthusiasm. No reason to be pissed off or upset when she was so excited over her accomplishment. He could see, by looking at her, that finishing a book was a high he just didn’t understand. “Seeing as how we got twenty-two inches of snow, and we’re stuck here for a while, I think I’ll make sure you take a nap today.”
She reached over, cupping his cheek with the palm of her hand. “Only if you take a nap with me.”
Like she even had to ask? “I’m sorry we’re spending Christmas here, instead of where all our family is,” he apologized to her as he took a drink of his orange juice.
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