Chapter Fifteen

Dylan

 

Well played, my love.

When I got her worked up in the laundry room, I didn’t expect to come home from the store ready to rip every shred of fabric off her body and plunge into her sweet pussy as deep as she’d take me. I shouldn’t have underestimated a woman two years older than me.

Or one that tapped into her creativity for a living.

I set the grocery bags on the table and tried to grab her, but she dodged me like an MVP running back and plucked out the carton of eggs. Fine. I wouldn’t waste new food.

I’d said patience, right? So I sat on the sofa, popped the button of my jeans to give my cock some breathing room, and turned on the TV. A Saturday in December, there had to be college football somewhere. Army-Navy game—yes. But this was a careful thing. I had to ignore her long enough to control my libido, yet not so long as to piss her off.

Or make her choose one of the afternoon naps that’d become frequent recently.

No idea what the guys on the field were doing. All my attention was on every sound she made putting things away in the fridge. Plastic rustling. Drawers opening and closing.

Finally, the refrigerator door closed. Act. Cool.

She sat on the couch. “Football, huh?”

“Last channel on—” I turned my gaze to her and lost my train of thought. She’d removed her sweater and wore a plain tank top with a scoop neckline that showed her beautiful cleavage.

My mouth watered. “I’m going to fuck you right here, if that’s okay?”

She shrugged. Shrugged! “I guess.”

Growling, I pounced on her and she laughed. Bit the sensitive spot on her neck and she squealed. I felt for her feet and her boots were already off, so she wanted this just as much as I did. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now turn off the game.”

Jen was the first woman I’d make love to in this house. My ex and I were never alone long enough here, with my parents, and I hadn’t dated anyone since that I’d want to bring.

I needed to tell her. “You’re the only one.”

She paused tugging my shirts over my head. “Only what?”

“The only woman in this house.” Like this.

She smiled, a sweet one I’d never forget. “Oh.” Kissed me, then resumed getting me naked. She’d been eager from day one and I loved it.

Like I said that night, what’s-his-name was an idiot.

When we got down to it, though, she was the one to fuck me, and that was just fine. I loved the view of her beneath me, above me, in front of me—any way we connected. Besides, with her riding me, I got to fondle those perfect tits.

“Wanna buy rings tomorrow?”

She opened her eyes. “What?”

“Wedding rings. Jewelry store. Tomorrow.”

“Little—busy—here.” Her inner walls fluttered on my cock. Oh.

She was close to coming, so I helped her along, flicking her clit just how she liked. Her climax didn’t bring me with her, but we never stopped at one, anyway. She was done with leading, though. I flipped us over, her pussy still spasming with aftershocks, and thrust slow.

“You’re so sexy when you let go, baby.”

“Mmm…”

Deprive a writer of words? Pat on the back for me.

I fucked her nice and easy until she opened hazy eyes. “Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey.”

“Like what I’m doing?”

She nodded decisively. “Kiss me?”

“Of course.”

Her second orgasm rolled through her, taking us both by surprise, and I couldn’t hold mine back any longer. Sex was infinitely better when you were in love.

Once I caught my breath, I carried her into the bedroom for a nap, caressing her soft skin until she was lightly snoring on my chest. If I could fall asleep and wake like this every day, I’d want for nothing else. I stifled a chuckle at myself. Sappy, but true.

The diamond on her left hand sparkled in the afternoon light. I stole her old wedding ring from a drawer to get the correct size, a band of plain yellow gold. Felt pretty proud that I managed to lift it and put it back without her knowing. Picking an engagement ring was overwhelming at first—so many choices. Then the man asked me what is she like—not what would she like—and then I knew. I was looking for a ring that said Jen. My girl was practical, resilient, elegant, smart, a little goofy when her guard was down, kind, and beautiful.

With the golden tones in her light brown hair, yellow gold would’ve been fine, but I didn’t want fine, I wanted perfect. Then, I spotted a dainty rose gold design. Tiny diamonds branched off from the center stone like leaves to its flower. I examined that ring all over, but I wouldn’t find any complaints, so I asked the jeweler to put the best quality diamonds he could find in this setting and picked it up a week later.

When I opened the box, Jen gasped and cried, so I felt pretty good, then her friends gushed all over it. Now, I needed the perfect band. Would she wear them together or switch the engagement ring to her right? Some women did that these days.

We needed to go shopping.

“Mm. Why are you twitchy?” she mumbled.

Didn’t know I was. “Did I wake you?”

“Bladder.” Grumbling, she rolled away to walk to the bathroom. Naked.

I loved that she was past reaching for a robe or a sheet or anything to cover up. She didn’t need it, and I was certainly obvious in my admiration for her body.

While she was away, I put on a clean pair of boxer briefs.

The toilet flushed. Sink ran. She opened the door while patting her face with a towel, so she must’ve splashed the sleep out of her eyes.

“What do you think about heading into town?” I asked as she went to her luggage.

“For what, dinner?”

“Maybe, but a little shopping.”

She slipped a pair of pine green panties up her shapely legs. The first time we were together, she wore a matching set with candy canes for Christmas Eve. Her sense of holiday whimsy would charm the pants off me any day.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, then left the bedroom, I guess in search of her bra. I followed.

“Tonight—yes, no?”

She picked up the scattered pile of clothes. I took the bundle out of her hands and dropped it on the sofa. Her hands went on her hips. “It’s a little cold to stand in my underwear.”

“Tidying up can wait two seconds.”

She eye-rolled. “Fine, we can go out. Even though it’ll be in the twenties after dark.”

I embraced her. “Thought you were a mountain girl.”

“A mountain girl who wears lots of layers.”

I kissed her nose, then released her. “By all means, bundle up. I’ll enjoy unwrapping you later.”