"Sounds like...like fun." Lexy smiled weakly as her stomach began to churn even more.
Jack was proud of it, she could see that. They walked over to the truck. A young boy was following with their bags.
“Put them in the back, Evan.”
Jack helped Lexy into the car while Evan hoisted the bags in the rear. The boy was staring at Lexy all the time. Jack gave Evan a five, thanking him. He was still staring, hands on his hips as they pulled out of the hanger. Evan took off running in the direction of the main office.
“He certainly was in a big hurry! You would’ve thought he’d never seen a woman before the way he was staring at me! Aren’t women allowed in this part of California or what?”
Lexy looked in the direction Evan had disappeared, shaking her head. Jack laughed that hearty way she’d become well aquatinted with while watching his videos. It was one of the many qualities she’d loved about him. He did not offer her an illumination on the subject.
They reached his home in less than an hour. It was a place of serene beauty. Like she'd always imagined heaven would look like if it were on earth. Lexy knew it would be the place of her dreams.
“Here we are, angel. Go on in and I’ll get our bags.”
Jack waved her toward the house. He grabbed the bags, following her in. Lexy stepped through the door and immediately one single thought came to her. No female had ever been in this house. Now she understood why that boy had looked at her so curiously. This house belonged to a man. It was there from the pictures on the wall to the large, comfortable custom-made furniture. She shivered, hugging herself protectively.
Jack set the bags down. “It is pretty chilly in here. I’ll get a fire started. Charlie must have not have expected me-us so soon. You’ll find a bottle of wine in the fridge and glasses in the cupboard.”
“Who’s Charlie? I don’t recall you mentioning him?”
“Didn’t I? He’s an old cowboy I hired out of retirement to look after the place while I’m gone. He likes the seclusion.” Like Jack did.
“Oh.” Lexy stared at him thoughtfully. “Will we see him at all?”
“I doubt it. But you’ll know he’s around.”
Jack set about getting the fire going while Lexy went into the kitchen. She did a little exploring without meaning to pry, but wanting to touch some of the things that were his. She felt this would help her to somehow know him better. The place was immaculate, everything in perfect order. Obviously someone was taking good care of the place. The invisible man.
‘’Fire’s all set. How about that wine?” Jack's voice trailed after her. Lexy came back into the main room with two wine glasses and a bottle of Ruby Cabernet. She looked like a kid in her oversized sweater and tight jeans rolled up. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, thick strawberry hair bouncing gently behind her in a carefree manner.
She plopped herself down on the large, spacious sofa while Jack opened the wine and poured each of them a glass. Lexy sipped hers gingerly, remembering how she got after one glass.
“You haven’t said how you like my place.” He spoke quietly, taking her free hand in his. She noticed his only concession to the holidays was a small store bought wreath on the mantle above the fireplace.
“It’s so lovely and yet, how should I say it, so masculine.” Lexy tried to withdraw her hand but he held it firmly.
“Would you say it needs a woman’s touch?” He asked, kneading her hand with his.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what? You haven’t answered my question?”
He put down his wine glass. Jack took the wine glass from her hand and set it next to his, massaging both hands now. Lexy made a halfhearted attempt to pull her hands back.
“I guess that would depend on what kind of woman’s touch you meant,” she answered, evading the question.
Jack began caressing her wrists, slowly moving up her arms, holding her eyes with his.
“Stop it, Jack. I...I.....”
“A woman’s touch is surely needed. God, you look great Lexy. So sexy, so beautiful. Ahh, Lexy, my angel. Don't be afraid of me, please. I promised I'd never hurt you." Jack's eyes were soft and pleading.
"I...I know that, Jack. It's been, well, it's been a while." Lexy glanced down at her trembling knees. Lord. Why was she so nervous? She knew he was nothing like Tom. She wanted him to touch her, love her. Lexy needed to feel again.
He released her hands. "I know that, Lexy. I've known from the first night in the hotel." Retrieving his glass, Jack settled back against the large, dark pillows of the sofa. Lifting his wine glass to his lips, he sipped it gingerly, regarding her movements with concern.
Lexy grabbed her glass, nearly spilling the wine. She took a big gulp. Closing her eyes, the liquid trailed down her throat, winding its way through her, spreading it's warmth through her limbs. Flickering her eyes open, she stared back at the man she had never stopped loving.
Taking her glass again, he set them both down on the solid oak table next to the couch. "Come here, Lexy." Jack held his hands out. She raised hers, folding them in his. Jack drew her on his lap. Cupping her chin, he stroked her hair away from her face.
"I want you, Lexy. I want to touch you, feel you. I want you to touch me, love me. We'll take our time. Do whatever you want to do. Say yes, angel. Tell me I can make love to you." His eyes were half closed as he continued to caress her hair, his fingers tracing the lines of her face.
"I want you too, Jack. Yes. Yes. My answer is yes." Lexy's voice was breathy, filled with awe, hypnotized by the sensuous power of his body next to hers.
"Yeah, oh yeah, Lexy, honey. I'm going to love you so sweetly."
Gently, cautiously, his lips brushed her eyelashes. Lexy heard a low moan of pleasure echoing in the large, austere room, warmed only by the fire and an electrified humming in the air around them.
Jack held himself in check. His soul was in flames, every muscle in his body tensed for the fiery contact and the eruption it would cause, at any minute. He lifted Lexy gently, laying her against the pillows. Her breath was catching as the soft, low moans drifted from her mouth.
He whispered in her ear as his hands reached her shoulders and then slowly caressed her neck. Before Lexy could object, his lips found hers. His tongue parted her lips, running along her white, even teeth. She surrendered to his sweet kiss completely. His hands slipped under her sweater, caressing her warm skin. Lexy snuggled closer. Her body trembled as he fondled her breasts. His lips left hers to suckle at her throat.
“Lexy. Ah, my sexy Lexy. I want you.” His fingers unhooked the front snap of her bra, her breasts spilling into his rugged, eager hands. He pulled and tweaked her nipples, causing her to thrust her lush breasts more fully into his grasp. Jack groaned, lifting her sweater over her head, unclasping and sliding the bra off her shoulders. Sweater and bra landed on the floor in a heap.
Her eyes closed, Lexy leaned back on her elbows. “Make love to me Jack.” It was barely a whisper.
“Are you sure, honey. Tell me it’s all right, Lexy.” His hands continued to fondle her, touching her all over, tentatively, cautiously.
“Make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me Jack. Make love to all of me. I’m...I’m not afraid anymore.” A sigh of great longing escaped her parted lips.
Jack thought he'd died and gone to Heaven. The woman of his dreams lay there, just for him. Her skin glowed in the firelight. His gaze drank in the magnificence of her high rounded breasts, her firm nipples turned amber by the flames.
“Sweetheart.” Jack groaned, quickly cupping her breasts in both hands, burying his head in their lushness. She made him go up in flames like no other woman ever had. He couldn’t understand it and he didn’t care. Right now all he wanted was to be inside her. Being inside her would feel so good, so right. It would be an act of God with Lexy.
Lexy lay back against the pillows, putting her hands above her head and closing her eyes. His mouth moved back and forth, nuzzling each waiting nipple,
tugging and nipping each in succession.
“Lexy. Honey. Ahh, you are beautiful. So beautiful.” He breathed her name and other subtle affinities, as he continued his gentle, yet bold assault on her sensitive, thoroughly fondled, swelling breasts. Lexy could feel herself nearly exploding in ecstasy. He reached around, freeing her hair, catching handfuls as it cascaded around her bare shoulders. He groaned again.
“God I love your hair. It’s so soft, so silky.”
"No, Jack, no. Don't stop touching...holding me." Lexy arched her back toward him, her nipples throbbing.
Jack licked each ample, sensitive bud, suckling, tasting her again.
Moving his hands, he deftly removed her jeans, ripping off the flimsy panties between his hands and their objective. His hands stroked the inside of her thighs causing her to cry out, nearly hysterical with desire now. Jack stood up quickly, gazing at her naked beauty.
His clothes were on the floor in a heap before Lexy's heart beat twice. She grabbed his shoulders, pleading with him. His tongue began investigating every inch of her enflamed body. Lexy clutched his thick, dark hair, twisting it in her hands as he found the sweet spot between her thighs. Gripping his hair, she sobbed as her body went rigid with wave after wave of blissful rapture.
“Love me, Jack, love me more than you ever loved anyone. I want you now. Please, please, I’m begging you.” Her body was shaking with deliverance. Lexy was desperate to have him inside her.
“Yes, I will take you now Lexy, sweetheart, my angel baby.” He fumbled in his jeans pocket, yanking out protection. Sheathing himself swiftly, with an ecstatic sigh he spread her legs, lowering himself slowly on top of her.
“Look at me, Lexy. I want you to watch me when I make you mine.” Her eyes opened lazily. Hazel eyes, chocolate with desire, met dazed sapphire as he entered her, slowly and cautiously at first, feeling her tightness.
Lexy lifted her body to meet his. Suddenly, Jack let loose the raging lust within him, thrusting himself deep, adamantly, in her, moaning her name with every plunge. Coming out for a moment, he gazed into her glazed, azure eyes. With an exultant growl, Jack drove inside her with a final stroke, exploding like an atomic bomb.
She held him to her, running her nails slowly up and down his back as they lay entwined as grape vines would. “I love you, Jack. I love you.”
“I know you do, sweetheart. I know you do.” The words he couldn’t say hung between them like a shroud. Yet, Lexy understood. She wouldn’t push him either.
Kissing, touching, exploring each new delight, they found their way onto the huge, thick rug next to the fire. The embers glowed off the sweat of their naked bodies as they lay entangled in each other’s arms. They were lost in the utter sensuality of each other. And Lexy hadn’t shed a tear.
Lexy woke up first that next morning, unwinding herself gently from Jack so as not to wake him. He moaned in his sleep as the warmth of her body left his.
Covering him with an afghan from the couch, she quickly picked up her own clothes, never having been quite comfortable with her own nakedness. Lexy donned his shirt. The Green Bay Packer shirt clung to her knees as she threaded her way through his clothes, thrown here and there, to the kitchen.
One thing she was really an expert at was cooking. Her mom had been a gourmet cook and Lexy had learned well. Silently, she thanked her for that.
Jack's sense of smell roused him. Coffee, bacon, and other great things had wafted their way into the room. He rose sleepily and stretched, splendid in his unadorned form. Unlike Lexy, he wasn’t intimidated by a lack of clothing. Knowing that she very sensitive about nakedness, he slipped on his jeans, leaving his upper body bare. He didn’t think that she would mind that.
Strolling into the kitchen, his heart surged as he watched her at work. She hadn’t noticed him come in. He cleared his throat. Lexy turned and looked at him. Her eyes got huge as she viewed him, half naked. She loved his well-muscled shoulders and his chest with just the smallest shadow of curly dark hair.
Tearing her gaze away, Lexy felt her knees go weak in spite of herself. Taking a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm and collected, she smiled at him with those sky-blue eyes that he had always loved.
God, she looked so sexy in his shirt! Wyatt made a mental note to shed her of that sometime soon.
“I hope you like eggs and bacon. I assumed you would as that's what I found in the refrigerator.”
“It smells great. I’m famished after last night!”
Lexy ignored that remark, proceeding to put his breakfast together in waitress-like fashion. She made each of them a plate, placing the huge, ancient tin plates on the old wooden farmer’s table. He sat down across from her, eating like a man who’d worked hours. Lexy picked at her food. She blushed as he put everything away with gusto. The love of her life took a last bite and leaned back with a satisfied smile on his lips.
“You have some egg on the corner of your mouth.” Lexy was staring at him without meaning to.
“Why don’t you come over here and kiss it off.” Jack gave her a wicked look.
“Oh no you don’t Mr. Wyatt. Besides, you promised me a ride in your plane today. I even brought my Dramamine so I'd be ready. We should go early so I’m sufficiently recovered before the party tomorrow night.”
“I take it that's a yes to the party?” Jack grinned at her obvious discomfort.
“Well, yes, I decided on the way out here. Someone has to protect you from all those predators who would like to use your body just for sex!”
“Oh, and Ms. Demure, you'll be the one to do it, I suppose.”
Lexy looked at him with a coy, teasing smile. “I think I could handle it. You certainly can’t be trusted to look after yourself. Now if you will excuse me, I’ll take a shower and get into my flying clothes. She rose from the table, stopping to clear the dishes first. As Lexy reached for his plate, he grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap.
“Before you go, I want my shirt back.” He began unbuttoning the shirt slowly, gazing soulfully into her eyes. Lexy made a half-hearted attempt to get up, but he slipped his other hand under her bottom, holding her in place. As he released the last button he pushed the shirt off her shoulders, watching as it settled around her waist. She blushed as he stared blatantly at her exquisite generous breasts, her nipples standing at attention under his gaze. He looked up at her.
“You have such beautiful breasts, Lexy. I want to taste each one in my mouth until I’ve had my fill. Tell me to do it.” He stared hard into her indigo eyes, already deep blue with passion.
“Yes Jack, I want you to, to taste me.” Blushing, Lexy whispered as she entwined her fingers around his neck and caressed his hair. She raised herself to him. He bent his head slightly, taking a nipple in his mouth, circling and teasing it with his tongue, while stroking the other with the palm of his hand. Lexy threw her head back, a low gurgling sound escaping from her throat as a white hot light shot through her like a bolt of lightning. He picked her up, laying her on the table.
“I want dessert after breakfast.” He pulled her legs up around his waist. “I bet you’ve never had this for breakfast. Have you, Lexy.”
“Noooo...never. Never like this.” She was breathless, lost in the passion of the moment.
He unzipped his pants quickly, his staff hard and ready. Bringing her to him, he took her quickly, there on the kitchen table.
An hour later, they lay spent across the big king-size bed in his enormous bedroom. They gazed at each other.
She’s so hot..
He’s more than I ever dreamed of. If I close my eyes he won’t be here.
If I leave the room, I’ll come back and she’ll be gone.
Their fingers entwined, locking for a moment.
“We should really get going if you are going to take me flying Jack.”
“Oh, yeah, I guess we should. I put your clothes in the dressing room off to the left of the shower.”
Lexy unwound her fingers from his. Uncoiling her
self from his arms, she grabbed the sheet, wrapping it around her. “I’ll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes. It’s nearly 11:00 a.m. already. Remember, I may need time to recover before the party. See you in a while.”
She got up, sweeping out of the room. Jack lay there a minute longer. God, she made love like a sex goddess. And looked as pure as the driven snow. She was everything a man could want. Why was he resisting? She was drawing him into a net, slowly being woven around his life. Soon, it would surround him completely. He thought he knew now what it was like to be drawn and quartered. It was definitely sweet torture he was enduring.
The problem was, the more she tortured his mind, the more he liked it. Well, he didn’t have to make any decisions right now except to get up and get going so he could show off his flying skills.
Jack was rather proud of himself when it came to flying his plane. He hoped she would enjoy it as much as he did. It freed him more than anything else in the world. Suddenly, it seemed important that she feel like that too. He got up, heading for the shower downstairs. He had a date with a lady in twenty minutes.
"Look over there, Lexy." Jack nodded his dark head, pointing his finger in a southwest direction. Her gaze followed the line of his objective. "Those are just some of the vineyards found in this valley. Over there. That's the Jansen's ranch. They raise horses and cattle. Everyone lives side by side pretty peacefully. Oh, there are the normal spats, but nothing major." He glanced her way, grinning, a lock of dark hair brushing against his dark glasses. Love for this man swelled in Lexy's breast. The perfect man in what seemed a perfect world from up there.
"It's so beautiful, Jack. It reminds me of pictures out of a fairy tale book. Everything looks so exquisite from up here."
Lexy was grateful that she'd remembered to take her medication, although it made her somewhat drowsy. This was as close to heaven as she had ever been, except for lying in Jack's arms. She didn't want to spoil it by having to spend the time using a barf bag.
His voice was thrilling and filled with emotion as they swooped over the valley. She could almost see the sparkle in his eyes behind the dark lenses, as he shared all the wonders of the lush terrain with her. Lexy watched him in silence as he continued to reveal more secrets of the succulent valley. He seemed like a man content with himself out here among nature's most precious gifts.
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