Chapter Five

Joe stared at the Christmas decorations hanging throughout his house. It was quiet. His father—on the mend—was sleeping in his room. His mother was resting beside him. He hadn’t any clue where his sisters were but he did know his brother was in town finishing up paperwork to become sheriff of The Edge.

Snow fell fast and furious, making it hard to see much beyond the front porch. He meandered down the stairs and after a curious glance in the kitchen, he moved on. There wasn’t even any sound of Taylor running around. He had to admit, he did enjoy hearing the boy play throughout the house. That makes it feel more like home.

Her humming grabbed his attention before he saw her. Sissy couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket but it never stopped her from trying as she worked. She was in the laundry room, folding towels and killing whatever song she was supposed to be singing.

He stepped in the room and crossed his arms as he stared at her. Jeans, slip-on shoes that she never wore outside, but just in the house while she cleaned, and a sweatshirt. Today, her long black hair had been semi-tamed by a braid falling down her back.

His cock rose and thickened within his own jeans. It never failed to do that around her. Joe wanted to have his dick buried deep inside her wet heat.

“Something you needed, Mr. Meyers?” She never turned to face him as she posed her question.

He strode up behind her and spun her around, claiming her mouth before another word could escape.

Fuck.

She tasted of cinnamon buns and coffee. He didn’t even think they had any in the house. At least not the cinnamon buns. With a growl, he yanked her tighter to him, desperate to have all of her against him. Sissy slammed her fists into his chest once, then she flattened them out and moaned, pushing up on her toes to increase the intensity of the kiss.

Joe wrapped his hand in her braid and tugged, drawing her head back so he could stare into her green eyes. “Sissy,” he said on a ragged breath.

“I shouldn’t,” she began.

“Then tell me to go.” He kissed her again. If she wanted him to leave, he would, but she had to tell him because he wasn’t going to without that instruction from her.

“No,” she whispered against his mouth.

“Fuck, I want to strip you down and enjoy all these curves. We don’t have tons of time. Where’s your son?”

“Out with Mary at a vet call.”

He spun them around and pushed the door shut before sliding his hand down the front of her jeans, cupping her pussy. Her panties were damp and she squirmed against him.

“For the love of, holy shit, please…” she begged, her voice a strained thread. “Don’t tease me.”

Christ, she was already so close to blowing. He wanted to be inside her when that happened.

Joe swore and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t have any condoms. My fingers it will be for the moment. She tore at the snap on his pants and he bit off another curse when she closed her fingers around his shaft.

Strong, warm hands. Soft skin. She fisted him, moving slowly up and down his length.

He bucked his hips, thrusting farther into her grip. “I want inside your pussy, Sissy. God help me but I don’t have protection with me.”

“I can’t get pregnant,” she gasped, wriggling her hips, causing more friction between her panties and his hand. “Please, just fuck me.”

His cock throbbed at her blatant talk. He wasn’t going to ask for proof but was taking her at her word. Removing his hand, he undid her jeans with swiftness and pushed them over her curvy hips to pool at her feet. Joe stared down at her, her lips swollen from his kisses, eyes deep green with desire and a healthy flush on her skin, making the pale hue rosy.

He lifted her, set her against the closed door, moved the edge of her panties to the side and lined his cock up to her pussy. With a single thrust, he filled her. Her slick heat surrounded him and he bit back his cry of pleasure.

Sissy wasn’t so good about keeping quiet. “Oh, my God,” she wailed. “Move!”

He put his lips on hers. “Shhh. We can’t make any noise.”

She flexed her internal muscles and he prayed for control.

“Move,” she demanded against his mouth. “If we have to do this quick and quiet, stop making me talk about getting you to move.”

“I don’t want to do this quick. I need to spread you out on my bed and take my time licking every inch of your skin. Driving my tongue deep into your pussy and tasting your cream as it spills free. I long to hear you scream my name as I drill my cock into you.” He pushed forward again, drew back then did it once more. “I want you on your hands and knees as I fuck you from behind. I want to fuck your ass.”

She trembled, eyes locked on his. With her leg hooked around his waist, she drew him closer and she spread her hands over his chest. “Then do it.”

“You’re going to kill me, Sissy.” He braced one hand against the door and began fucking her, thrusting hard and deep as he claimed her screams with his own mouth.

So much fucking better than high school. Oh my God, so much.

She undulated and rolled her hips, keeping up with his pace. Taking all he gave and asking for more. Her breaths came faster and faster. Using his free hand, he cupped one breast and tweaked her nipple, eliciting another gasp from her and more cream to coat his dick.

Sissy nipped his tongue and came hard, her eyes widening before the lids fluttered closed. He increased his pace and pumped his hips until his cock shot his seed deep inside her, his low growl more animalistic than human.

Releasing her mouth, he then buried his head against the side of her neck, inhaling her subtle scent deeply. He wanted to roll in it, have it cover him from head to toe. She smelled perfect.

“Well, you’ve definitely learned a thing or two since high school,” she muttered in his ear.

He chuckled, loving how it broke the budding tension.

“So have you.”

Lord help him, he had no desire to pull free. But he did and before he righted himself, he swiped one of the towels she’d just been folding and cleaned them both. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she fixed her clothes and straightened her apron.

Joe reached out, pulled her back to him and wrapped his arms around her. “No more running, Sissy.”

“I can’t do this, Joe. I won’t. Just because I’m here and convenient, I won’t be treated like a whore to be fucked in a dark corner whenever the mood strikes you.”

Anger flooded him within seconds. “Is that what you think I’m capable of doing?”

“I don’t know. But I’m not risking my job.”

“The hell you’re not. Come on.” He gripped her hand and dragged her out of the room.

She stumbled after him, trying to keep up with his longer strides. “What are you doing?”

“Eliminating the problem.”

His mother was in the living room, knitting, and she looked up when they entered.

“Lord, Joe, I raised you better than that. Don’t be dragging her around like she’s a sack of seed. What’s going on with the two of you? You seem a bit disheveled.”

“We’re going to need to find a new housekeeper, Mom.”

“Joe, stop,” Sissy protested even as his mom glanced between the two of them. “Don’t do this.”

“What’s this all about?”

Sissy tried to yank free of his hand, but he held her there, unwilling to release her.

“This is about me compromising her in the laundry room and now I’m going to do right by her.”

He stared at her.

“I’m marrying you, Sissy.”