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by Daniels, J.


  God, it felt good knowing how I got to her. “Thank you,” I said, a little smugly.

  Jenna smiled as she sat up. She glanced over at the nightstand and reached for the condom. “When did you buy new ones?”

  “The day after we realized the others had expired.”

  She peered down at me. The foil pressed against my chest. “Staying ahead of those two months, huh?”

  “I think we both knew we’d never make it that long.” I held her waist as I sat up, shifting her over so she was beside me on the bed. Getting to my knees, I tore the wrapper open with my teeth.

  Jenna stretched out on her back. She bent her leg and dropped it to the side, opening herself to me as I rolled on the condom.

  “Thanks for the view.”

  She blushed. “No problem.”

  We were both smiling and laughing when I settled over her, and then, immediately, we weren’t. We looked at each other, mouths open, chests heaving with our breaths, as I dropped to my elbow and slid my other hand between us.

  Jenna cupped my face. She kept staring at me. She never closed her eyes once as I slid inside. As I stretched her.

  Pleasure wrapped around my body. My muscles burned. Holy fuck, this woman.

  “Nathan,” she gasped. Her heels dug into my back.

  I shifted forward, moving in, in, in, her body gripping me. I pumped my hips gently until I was fully inside.

  “Are you okay?” I asked. It had been four years for her. I didn’t want this to hurt.

  Jenna nodded, breathing sharply against my mouth.

  Now we could fuck. Finally. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I stared at Jenna, and she stared at me. And there it was again—that feeling of discovering something for the first time. I couldn’t remember wanting something so badly before.

  And God, I wanted to make this good for her.

  I bent down and kissed her, licking inside her mouth. Jenna moaned against my tongue, and hearing that, I couldn’t not move. I shifted my hips, reared back, grabbed her knees, and held her open. I pumped into her.

  Now we were fucking.

  “God…oh my God.” Jenna gasped, hands stretching above her and bracing on the headboard. “Nathan.”

  I stared between us. I groaned, bit my lip, and rubbed her pussy with my thumb so I could feel myself enter her.

  “Fuck, Jenna…Fuck, you’re so good. This feels—” I lost my breath. My mind shortly after. I thought I had the words to describe how this felt, but I didn’t.

  “Tell me,” she urged, reaching down and pressing her fingers against mine. “How does it feel? Tell me.”

  I looked at her, crawled closer, and guided her legs around my waist. I braced my hands beside her head and drove in, making her gasp.

  “It feels too good.”

  She smiled a little. “How could anything be too good?”

  “I don’t know.” I dropped lower and we kissed. My hips surged forward. I groaned, resting my forehead against hers as I pumped into her slowly. “Tell me I’m wrong…Tell me this isn’t too good. I want to hear you say it.”

  She smiled through a moan. “I can’t.” Her fingers pushed through my hair, gripped, and urged me down. We kissed. “Don’t stop,” she begged.

  Don’t stop kissing her? Don’t stop fucking her? I didn’t ask. I also didn’t need clarification, since I couldn’t seem to stop doing both without any difficulty.

  Until I wanted to take Jenna from behind. On her knees, with her hair wrapped tight in my hand, kissing became a little tricky, but we managed.

  Our mouths touched and opened together as I fucked her. Her little breathless noises drove me wild. I ate her gasps. I licked her jaw and sucked wildly at her neck. I bit the tattoo on her shoulder and laughed through a groan when she started singing that fucking song that drove me crazy that day in my office.

  “Trying to concentrate here.” I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and slid inside again. We moaned together. “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed during sex before.”

  She smiled. “Me either. Maybe we’re not doing it right.”

  “Maybe we never were until now.”

  Jenna wrapped her arms around my neck, our lips close. “Maybe,” she whispered. She stared into my eyes as I moved inside her. When her breaths grew quicker and needier, I slid my hand down her body and rubbed her clit.

  “God, I can’t wait to feel you,” I moaned, kissing my way to her ear. “Come on. You’re right there…Do it with me.”

  “Please,” she begged, like I wasn’t asking for this. Jenna reached down and squeezed my thighs, grinding her hips against me. Her body began to shake. She sucked and licked my neck. I felt her teeth. “Oh God…Nathan. Nathan.”

  Jesus, my name on her lips—was there anything better? I slid my grip to her waist and pounded into her. Pressure rolled down my spine. I blinked the sweat from my eyes. I couldn’t stop. I wanted to chase after this feeling forever. I never wanted it to end.

  “Fuck, Jenna…fuckkkk. Ah, God.”

  My spine burned as I filled the condom, slowing my strokes, dragging this out too. With one final thrust, my body sagged forward.

  “Don’t stop,” Jenna demanded. She wiggled against me. “I’m…Oh shit, oh shit.”

  Was she…again? Already?

  I pulled out of her and slid my fingers inside. Her pussy clamped down.

  Holy fuck, she was.

  Jenna tugged on my neck.

  I bent over her and we kissed, hard and hungry, as I pumped into her. I sucked on her tongue. She dripped all over my hand.

  “Wow.” Her body trembled as she came down. She clung to me, gasping against my cheek. “Holy shit.”

  “Holy shit is right.” I slid my fingers out, kissing her jaw, her mouth. “I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I pushed back to my knees and looked at her.

  Jenna slowly drew her legs in, pressing them together, and rolled to her side. “Thanks,” she said, smiling, still a little breathless.

  I smiled back. “No, thank you. I know exactly what I’ll be thinking about next time I jerk off.” I pushed damp hair off my forehead.

  Jenna bit her lip and blushed.

  “Look who’s all shy now,” I teased.

  “I’m picturing you doing that.”

  “Yeah? I’ll show you sometime.” I stood from the bed, carefully tugging off the condom. “Bathroom?”

  She pointed at the door closest to the bed. I assumed the other on the opposite wall led to a closet.

  I stepped inside, disposed of the condom, and cleaned up at the sink. With damp hands, I slicked my hair back. Then I lifted my chin at the mirror.

  “You gave me a hickey,” I called out, turning my head to the side. The vein in my neck bulged under a reddish mouth-shaped mark. “I haven’t had one of these in, like, fifteen years.”

  “Did you give me any?”

  I turned the bathroom light off and walked out into the bedroom.

  Jenna flipped onto her back and pressed her head into the pillow, showing me her neck as I climbed onto the bed. I settled beside her.

  She smiled as I inspected her. Her breaths sounded hurried—a little excited. “Well?” she asked.

  “None.” I kissed her jaw. “Well, none visible. You have some here.” My hand brushed over her right breast. I gave it a little squeeze.

  “Damn it,” she mumbled.

  “You want a hickey?”

  “I’ve never had one.”

  I stared at her. “Well, I don’t understand that at all. You’re way too sweet not to suck on.” I bent lower. “Shall I?”

  She giggled and tipped her head back again. “Please.”

  I slid my lips over her skin, barely touching her. “How visible are we wanting this hickey?”

  “We should probably keep it PG.”

  “A PG hickey? I’m not sure what that is.” I kissed around to the back of her neck. “How about here? Your hair will cover it.”

  “Sold.” />
  “Permission to suck?”

  She giggled again. “Yes, please.” Her hand moved over my hip, and as my mouth latched on to her skin, Jenna dug her fingers into me. “Unh.” She gasped, her legs sliding against the sheets. Soon she was panting. “Do we match yet?”

  “Almost.” I slid my mouth over her again and darkened the bruise, smiling against her when she made the faintest little moan. “Do you mind?”

  “What?” She laughed.

  “Don’t tempt me with those sounds. I could cover you in these.”

  “I can’t really help it.”

  I kissed the mark once more. Then I pulled back and loomed over her, resting my head in my hand. “Wanna go check it out?”

  She grinned and shot up, crawling over me to scramble off the bed. She knocked me onto my back.

  “Jesus, woman.”

  “I’m excited!” Jenna dashed into the bathroom. I heard her suck in a breath. “Oh my God, you animal.”

  “What?” I barked out a laugh, sitting up to catch her when she flew out of the bathroom and jumped on the bed. She wrapped her limbs around me. “That’s a very PG hickey,” I told her. “You act like I went all nasty on you.”

  “I look like I got attacked by a vacuum.” She wiggled in my lap and kissed my cheek. “I love it. Thanks for popping my hickey cherry.”

  “I should be thanked. What a hardship that was.”

  Jenna laughed, and we kissed, starting fast and then moving impossibly slowly.

  God, I could kiss her for hours.

  When she reached between us and wrapped her hand around my hard dick, she smiled again. “Hi there.”

  “Hey.”

  We kept kissing as we tumbled over together, untangling our bodies to lie side by side on the pillow.

  I humped a little into her grip, and when she whispered, “Show me how you do it,” I took over, stroking myself.

  Jenna stared at me in wonder, studying the way I jerked off.

  Even this felt new. Having her watch me made everything hypersensitive. I was close before I wanted to be.

  “Keep going,” she urged when I squeezed the base of my dick, holding myself off.

  I gasped and kept stroking. Within seconds, I was there. “Fuck,” I groaned.

  Jenna slid closer, holding on to me, and smiled against my mouth as I shot all over her stomach.

  “Jesus Christ.” I panted, sagging against the bed. I laughed into her shoulder when she pointed out how nasty I got all over her—using my words from before.

  We cleaned up together in the bathroom that time, then returned to bed. We talked and touched, because the two seemed to go hand in hand. Jenna curled against me, pointing out how snuggly and comfy I really was, remembering our day at the Arctic Circle. I laughed and kissed her.

  She asked me to stay the night. I told her I never even considered leaving and tucked the covers around us. We fell asleep together.

  I woke sometime later with her hands exploring my body. I had no idea what time it was and I didn’t care to check. I lost my mind when Jenna sucked my dick into her mouth and grumbled something about this being a dream.

  “It feels like it is,” she whispered.

  I grabbed another condom out of my wallet, rolled it on, and encouraged her to get on top. I watched Jenna ride me.

  Head on the pillow, I stared at her body as it moved. Her breasts, the soft curve of her waist, her strong thighs as they gripped my hips. I sat up to suck on her nipples. I told her this was my favorite way to wake up, and she smiled against my mouth.

  When Jenna was breathless, I flipped us and finished between her legs, our hands linked together beside her head. Her eyes watered through her orgasm. She looked beautiful—moaning my name, her hair messy on the pillow.

  I cleaned up alone and fell into bed, pulling her against me. Jenna grumbled how sleepy she was now. I agreed, but neither one of us could stop talking and laughing and touching.

  We stretched our night as long as we could.

  Chapter Nineteen

  JENNA

  A quiet banging in the distance roused me awake. I blinked against my pillow, trying to distinguish the sound, as the heavy arm around me threatened to pull me back into slumber.

  God, Nathan’s body felt good. Behind me, over me, beside me. I never wanted to move.

  The banging grew louder and quicker, splitting into two fast-pounding knocks that echoed each other and rivaled in elevation. I faintly heard voices calling out.

  My eyes flew to the clock on my nightstand.

  “Shit,” I whispered, squirming out from under Nathan’s arm and scooting out of bed. “Shit! Wake up! My kids are home.” I spun around and gripped Nathan’s shoulder, giving him a shove while keeping my voice low and urgent. “Nathan!”

  “Mm?” His eyes remained closed. He grabbed my pillow and pulled it against his chest, grumbling incoherently.

  “Really?” I ripped it away from him, tossed it off the bed, and tugged on his arm as the banging on the door continued. He was deadweight. “My kid are here. Kids. Here.”

  Nathan’s eyes flashed open.

  “I didn’t realize it was this late…Brian said he’d drop them off by ten. God, I feel like we just fell asleep.”

  “Probably because we did.” Nathan yawned and rolled to his back, stretching his long body. He rubbed at his face.

  I stared at his chest, lower to his abs and then lower still. He was barely covered by the sheet.

  Damn, he looks incredible.

  I searched the floor around me, grabbing my bra and panties and slipping them on. The laundry basket next to the nightstand was filled with clothes waiting to be folded. I found a pair of pajama shorts and pulled those on as well.

  “They can’t see you…Can you sneak out?” I asked.

  Nathan sat up and swung his legs out of bed. He squinted at me. “You’re on the fifth floor. What would you like me to do? Jump?”

  “I don’t know!” I picked up the T-shirt next to the basket and pulled it over my head, slipping my arms through the sleeves as the pounding at the door continued. The hem touched my thighs and covered my shorts completely. “What are we saying if they see you?” I asked, pulling the jeweled pin out of my hair when I felt it digging into my scalp. I tossed it on the nightstand. “God, this is going to be so confusing for them, after my date last night? Should we tell them anything? Are we telling anybody anything? We really should’ve had this conversation before the sex.”

  “Which time?”

  “Oh, ha ha.”

  Nathan cocked his head, a sleepy smile tugging at his mouth. His hair was a mess and stuck out in sharp pieces. He looked so fucking adorable right now, and sexy. God, he was sexy.

  “Jenna?”

  “Mm?”

  “You’re staring at me.” His brows ticked up. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but shouldn’t you be answering the door?”

  “Shouldn’t you be getting dressed?” I gestured at him.

  His eyes skimmed my body. “Sure. I’ll get right on that.”

  “Yeah. How about some hustle?”

  He laughed. “I never see you like this—you’re hot all worked up and worried.” Nathan was full-on grinning now.

  The severity of this situation aside, that was really nice to hear. I should look manic more often.

  “Thanks. But seriously, what are you going to do? You can’t just hide in here.”

  “Relax. I’ll handle it.” He pushed out of bed, swiping at his boxers as he stood and stepping into them.

  “You’ll handle it how?” I crossed my arms under my chest as I pictured Nathan shimmying down the side of my building. “Okay, I know you’re tall, but you can’t be seriously considering any other way out of here besides the front door. You’ll hurt yourself.”

  “Just get the kids in the kitchen,” he said, the band of his boxers snapping against his stomach. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

  “Okay. I trust you.”

  His
chest shook with a laugh.

  “How are you finding any of this funny?”

  “It’s not hard.” Nathan slid his glasses on, then glanced down at the front of me again. He gestured at the door. “Let’s go. How about some hustle?”

  “Oh my God.” I tucked my hair behind my ears and spun around, hurrying out of the room.

  My bare feet beat against the hallway flooring. I skidded to a stop at the front door, quickly sliding the locks open. “I’m coming!” I hollered. I turned the knob and opened the door. “Sorry! I’m sorry, guys.”

  “Jeez, Mom. We’ve been out here forever,” Oliver said, typing quickly on his iPad. “I’m telling Uncle Brian he can go now. Finally.”

  “I’m sorry. I overslept.”

  “You never sleep this late, Mama,” Olivia pointed out, following her brother inside.

  “Well, I guess I was just really tired. Here. Come on.” I closed the door and put my arms around them both, urging the kids to move while I glanced over my shoulder. “Let’s go into the kitchen.”

  I didn’t see any sign of Nathan. I couldn’t hear him either. What in the world does he have planned?

  “We already ate breakfast at Uncle Brian’s, Mom,” Oliver said. “He made us eggs.”

  “There’s more than just food in the kitchen. Let’s just…sit in here and talk.” I guided them toward the table. “You guys can tell me all about your night. What did you do?”

  “Played games. Watched movies,” Olivia said. “It was super fun.”

  “Syd cooked lasagna. It was real good,” Oliver shared.

  “I’m sure it was. She’s such a good cook.”

  The kids slung their duffle bags up onto the table just as the door sounded behind us, latching shut again.

  “Morning,” Nathan called out, turning our heads.

  He stood in the small foyer wearing his basketball shorts and sneakers. He was shirtless.

  I glared at this bare chest. Really?

  “Nate!” Olivia shrieked, bouncing on her toes beside me. “Hi! What are you doing here?”

  “I was out for a jog and got hungry. I thought I’d have breakfast with you guys.” He walked toward us, smiling. “You didn’t eat yet, did you?”

  “We did, but I could totally eat again. If you’re hungry, I mean,” Oliver was quick to say.

 

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