Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1)

by Jessie Courts

  Rachel had hardly seen Joe all day, but as promised he gave her a lift home. “I don’t feel like making dinner Joe; can we go out?” She pleaded with him on the way back. She also wasn’t sure how she felt about him in her house yet, especially with the whole Luc confession still hanging over her head. “Do you like sushi?”

  Joe nodded eagerly. “I love sushi. How about I make us a reservation at Nobu?”

  Rachel snorted her disapproval. “Er, no. I want proper sized portions thanks, not pretentious over priced designer shit. I went there once but came home hungry; sorry. There’s a place I know on the high street. You can eat as much as you like for fifteen quid a head. It’s brilliant; I always come out stuffed.” Joe looked dubious. Rachel rolled her eyes at him. “What? Don’t tell me you’re a sushi snob.”

  Joe crinkled his eyes at her. They were sparkling a lovely shade of grey making Rachel swoon a little bit in her seat; she’d never get tired of looking into them. “I’m not a sushi snob as you put it; it just takes me a while to translate what you’ve said into something my brain can process. For an intelligent woman you talk weird.”

  There was a pause while Rachel digested Joe’s words. “You think I’m intelligent?” She grinned.

  Joe groaned. “You’re impossible.”

  Rachel chatted to him about mundane stuff on the journey home. She directed him to the sushi restaurant teasing him about slumming it. She had to give him credit, he tried really hard not to make any derogatory comments about the place and barely baulked at the jug that arrived after he’d requested water to drink. He was clearly a bottled water kind of guy.

  It amused her to see him trying to make an effort, but he soon relaxed when the food started to arrive agreeing with her that it was indeed very worthy. “And you can have as much as you like right?” Joe confirmed with her several times.

  “It’s not rocket science bossman – just eat then order again.” Rachel smeared wasabi over her crispy salmon skin maki roll using her chopsticks with a skill honed over years of enjoying Japanese food. She realised Joe was staring at her as she popped the sushi in her mouth. “What?”

  “I like watching you eat sushi.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s sexy.”

  “Don’t be daft. How can eating bits of raw fish and rice be sexy?”

  “The way your tongue darts out to catch the food on the end of your chopsticks. It’s hot.”

  “You won’t think that when I’ve got teriyaki sauce dripping down my chin.” Rachel chuckled as Joe leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “I will if you let me lick it off.” She choked on her maki roll and Joe had to repeatedly pat her on the back and ply her with water until she’d calmed down.

  “Honestly, Joe,” she croaked, “you can’t just say things like that.”

  “I can, and I will. I like how you react.”

  “Oh so watching me choke and get all blotchy turns you on does it?”

  Joe thought about it. “Not so much, but your expression before the dramatics is funny.”

  The waiter appeared to take Joe’s order for more food; Rachel was astonished at the quantity the man could put away; she never seen anyone eat so much. “You’re going to put them out of business!” she laughed as the waiter reluctantly slunk off to place yet another order with the kitchen.

  “Small food; big guy – not great for an ‘eat as much as you like’ sushi restaurant.” He didn’t look that bothered but had the good grace to leave rather a large tip when they finally left.

  Joe eased the Range Rover on to her driveway. Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, he noticed her shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Something was off and he suddenly remembered the pep talk Angela gave him about being a bit more sensitive. Joe wasn’t used to considering other people’s feelings before his own but he sincerely did not want to cause Rachel any unnecessary angst.

  “You know what Rachel, it’s late and I have some things I need to um…. attend to at my apartment. Would you mind if I didn’t come in?”

  “Oh, er, no. Of course. Well, thanks for the sushi and the lift home.” Joe acknowledged that he had managed to make a total fuck up of this bit of the evening so far. He switched off the car’s engine and released his seat belt. Leaning over to her side of the vehicle he kissed her on the lips quite lightly. He loved how she softened straight away and willingly relaxed into the kiss. He kept it pretty chaste with no licking or nipping but just enough to make sure she knew he wasn’t just being sociably polite.

  “Go pack a bag for tomorrow and come home with me.” It wasn’t a request. Joe had no reason to believe she wouldn’t comply.

  “And if I decline your invitation?”

  “You won’t, and I didn’t invite you.”

  “You’re very confident. Have you considered that I may want to stay in my own home?” Rachel opened the car door and slid out, determined not to give in easily to his arrogant assumptions.

  “I have indeed, but until you want me in there with you, it’s best if you just come to mine.”

  She stopped her dead in her tracks; it seemed that Joe Mason was in fact being uncharacteristically considerate in his own unique manner, and wasn’t that a first. She’d never let him know she’d have gone back with him in a heartbeat rather than be on her own.

  “How can I say no to that stunning offer – give me five minutes.”

  **********

  Rachel took nearly a quarter of an hour to return to Joe. She didn’t apologise; just hoisted herself into the front seat chucking her bag into the back. Joe scowled as it scuffed along the soft leather but refrained from saying anything. He was far too distracted by the sight of Rachel in tight black leggings, a loose white linen blouse and flipflops. He liked her casual style even though she still managed to look well put together it was definitely the most relaxed outfit he’d seen her in.

  “You look cute.”

  “Oh thanks, I think. Do you mean cute as in puppy, or cute as in hot?”

  “You definitely don’t look like a dog.” Rachel gasped at Joe’s comment but judging by the puzzled reaction on his face he clearly had no idea that to call a girl a dog in the UK was not exactly a compliment.

  “Well that’s a relief,” she mumbled stifling a laugh. Joe shook his head and busied himself by turning on his iPod that was connected to the car’s sound system. Rachel found herself intrigued as to what Joe listened but nearly pissed herself when Justin Bieber came blasting through the speakers.

  “What the fuck!” roared Joe yanking the lead out immediately. “Bloody child; oh she thinks she’s so funny.” He tried to keep his expression serious but failed as his mouth turned up and a deep chuckle escaped. “My daughter,” he explained to Rachel, “ she knows how much I hate that little cretin. She must have loaded it as a joke. Can you plug it back in and scroll on?”

  The difference in Joe when he talked about his daughter was adorable; she couldn’t believe it was the same man. His features softened; his eyes went all dreamy and he properly smiled. She bet he was a fantastic father if not a touch over indulgent for sure.

  “What’s her name?” she held the MP3 player in her hand but had yet to press play.

  “Olivia; commonly known as Liv, just to annoy her mother. She’s 18. And my boy is Ethan; he’s 16.”

  “You love them very much.”

  “I do; unconditionally. They are the reason for everything I do in life. I want to make them proud.”

  “You must miss them.”

  The big man sighed and looked sad. “Every single day. It’s the only bad thing about coming to the UK but hopefully they’ll come visit soon enough. They are dying to see London.”

  “Oh, I’d love to meet them.” The words were out before realising she may have overstepped the mark. Rachel quickly pressed play before Joe could answer. The steady beat of a rock band she didn’t recognise filled the car and she turned her head to stare out the passenger window hiding her embarrassment.

  Joe
mulled over their conversation and decided he liked that Rachel was thinking that far ahead.

  **********

  Finding herself once again in her boss’s apartment, Rachel tried to get a lid on her spiralling emotions. Joe was constantly surprising her with the many facets to his personality and she felt like they had gone from being adversaries to lovers without giving themselves time to consider what it would mean to start a relationship at this point in both their lives.

  Staring out the lounge window at the many joggers in Regents Park, Rachel felt the stirrings of doubt. Joe was so far out of her league she had yet to fathom what he saw in her. She didn’t want to be a conquest, although she couldn’t complain about the sex so far – it was awesome. She thought maybe she could just enjoy the fun as long as it lasted, but truthfully she was affected by Joe big time. Having lost Nate, Rachel was constantly reminded that you never knew what was around the corner. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she could be with someone as amazing as Joe on every level, and she wasn’t about to waste this opportunity for whatever it was worth.

  “Here.” Joe thrust a glass of what she presumed was Jack Daniels in her hand. “You’re thinking too much. Is there something you need to get off your chest?” He took a swig of his own drink and settled himself in one of his couches kicking off his loafers and resting his feet on an enormous matching pouffe.

  “I was thinking about you actually.”

  Joe cocked his head at her. “Was I naked in those thoughts?”

  Rachel tutted at him shaking her head disapprovingly.

  “No you conceited idiot.” She laughed and kicked his legs to get him to shuffle up so she could wedge herself next to him. He threw an arm over her shoulders and she laid her head back in the crook of his arm. Picking up the remote to the TV, Joe flicked to CNN. Rachel dropped a hand to his thigh and lazily rubbed her hand up and down his leg. She relished the feel of the taut muscle and hummed in appreciation. Joe kissed the top of her head then swallowed the rest of his bourbon.

  “Finish up” he told her huskily, “its nearly bedtime.”

  The rasp of his voice did wicked things to Rachel’s libido. Having been mildly turned on just by the closeness of their bodies on the sofa, she was now damp between her thighs at the underlying meaning of Joe’s words. She was sure that bedtime with Joe had nothing to do with sleeping. Rachel drained her glass quickly knowing the added buzz of alcohol in her system would make her feel even hornier.

  **********

  When Rachel had started rubbing his leg CNN fast lost Joe’s attention. The warmth of her hand on his thigh spread straight to his crotch and made his balls ache. He hoped Jack had helped get her in the mood, because right now wild horses could not have stopped him hauling her into his bed. Scooping her up effortlessly, Joe rearranged her so that she had her legs around his waist. Nuzzling her neck all the way to his room, he carefully sat her down on his bed and took a step back. He pulled his shirt out of his trousers and undid it flipping the buttons out from the bottom upwards allowing it to fall open once he’d finished. He liked how Rachel scrutinised his every action.

  Removing his cufflinks he placed them in a drawer behind him then shrugged out of the shirt altogether. Slowly unbuckling his belt his breath hitched slightly as Rachel slid her tongue repeatedly over her bottom lip and then began to chew on it deep in concentration. His dick swelled at her pretty wet mouth and he wanted in there. He undid the zip and pushed his trousers down aware that his erection was tenting his boxers. Judging by the increased chewing of her bottom lip and the colour rising in her cheeks, Rachel was enjoying the show. He pulled off his socks, fully aware of the bunch and flex of his shoulders and arms as he did so. Finally he hooked his thumbs into his boxers and rendered himself naked before her. Rachel’s breathing sped up as she tried to maintain a semblance of control.

  “You’re beautiful Joe,” she told him huskily; the rasp of her voice making him impossibly harder, “can I touch you?”

  Joe could barely breathe but he knew the simplest touch of her hand on his cock and it would all be over far too soon. He’d never felt so horny in his life; he needed to buy himself some time.

  “Not yet sweetheart – you have to get naked first.” Rachel kneeled on the bed and hurriedly pulled off her shirt rewarding him with the view of her stunning tits encased in a white lace demi cup bra. It was designed to offer up her breasts like an exquisitely wrapped gift and his fingers itched to touch them. “Leave the bra on.” She raised her eyebrows at his instruction but thankfully did as she was told for once. There was something about her expression that had Joe curious, and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously but he motioned for her to carry on. He watched as she stood on the mattress swaying slightly to keep her balance as she drew down her leggings.

  While she was bent from the waist down, Joe couldn’t see her panties and Rachel was delaying. She had sussed that Joe hadn’t yet caught on to her penchant for expensive lingerie and especially for little thongs instead of knickers; the last time they’d gotten naked together they were in far too much of a hurry for him to even notice her underwear. She wasn’t going to let him off that easy this time though. Rachel slowly unfolded as she took a step towards him steadying her self by placing one hand on his massive shoulder dying to see his reaction. She was not disappointed.

  The little scrap of white lace barely covered her mound and as damp as Joe had made her, it was now practically transparent. Joe was transfixed and couldn’t lift his gaze from her crotch. A tick pulsed along his jaw and he moved his hands slowly to encase her waist.

  Being that Joe was naked there was no hiding the fact that he was now fully aroused. He looked so hot standing there she just wanted to lick him from head to toe.

  “Joe, have you ever heard the expression ‘built like a brick shit house’?” she asked him quite seriously.

  “No; can’t say that I have ever heard that endearing phrase. Are you applying it to me by any chance?” He was still staring at her pussy but his hands had cupped her arse and he was squeezing it and caressing it with a light touch that was driving her mad.

  “If you were green you’d give the Hulk a run for his money that’s for sure.”

  Joe sighed deeply, “Are we seriously having this conversation now? And I’m not as big as the hulk…although I am incredible.” He nodded agreeing with himself.

  “Indeed Mr Mason” Rachel agreed smiling seductively at him as his warm hands continued to rub her bum cheeks.

  “It’s boxing” Joe told her not lifting his gaze from her crotch.

  “Boxing?”

  “Yes, I box. The training suits my body style; gives me the build I like and the fighting helps me let off steam.”

  Rachel gawped at him. “Are you mad? You actually let people punch you?”

  “Well they certainly try – that’s the whole point of boxing Rachel. I’m quite good though and my height helps. I don’t get punched a lot.”

  “Aren’t you worried about your face?” She was looking at him in horror.

  “No” he shrugged. “It looks ok doesn’t it? We wear protective gear anyway.”

  “Aren’t you a bit old for all that?”

  “Old?”

  “Well; don’t you need speed?” Not a question Rachel should have asked as her back hit the mattress faster than she could take a breath. She hadn’t even seen him move.

  “Point proven” she exhaled loudly but her gut had rolled in panic at the thought of someone pounding on Joe.

  “Don’t worry sweet cheeks – no one’s going to hurt me. I mean look at me!”

  “First of all you arrogant twit; my cheeks are not sweet and if you ever call me that again I will punch you. And secondly, I’m never going to be ok with the thought of you being boxed.”

  Joe laughed as he flipped her onto her stomach and nipped her bare bum mumbling about it definitely being sweet. He was running his fingers up and down the strip of fabric that disappeared between her thighs
and gently tugged it upwards. Rachel gasped as the wet lace dragged across her sensitive sex. Her clit throbbed against her thong and she writhed under his torturous teasing. She gathered he was a fan of her choice of underwear after all.

  “Do you always wear these kind of panties?” Joe enquired tracing his fingertips over each cheek and blowing lightly making her shiver.

  “No.”

  “You definitely should.”

  Rachel smiled into the mattress. “Let me clarify. No, as in I don’t always wear panties.”