Chapter Five

 

Claire

 

“Luna, it’s fine.  Seriously.  I can take a cab home.”

Luna glanced around the parking lot of the bowling alley.  “Maybe we can call Knox and ask him to pick up Claire.  What do you think, Ash?”

He nodded before glancing at his cell phone.  “I can text him.”

“No.  I’m an adult and perfectly capable of getting home.  For goodness sake, Luna, get to the hospital.”

“I just feel bad.  You didn’t even want to go out tonight, and now I’m abandoning you to find your own way home.”

“Did you need a ride home, Claire?”

I groaned inwardly as Jonah’s low voice came from behind me.  Forcing a smile on my face, I turned and said, “No, I’m -”

“She does,” Luna said.  “She drove here with us, but we need to get to the hospital, and her place is in the opposite direction of the hospital.  Do you think you could give her a ride, Jonah?”

“Sure.”

“No, it’s fine.”  I gave Luna a pointed look that she ignored.

“Thank you, Jonah, I really appreciate this,” Luna said.

“It’s not a problem.  I hope everything is okay.”

Luna gave him a distracted smile.  “Ash’s sister works for the animal shelter and she was bitten by a dog.  She’s okay, but can’t drive, so we need to pick her up.”

“Well, I hope she heals quickly.  Claire, are you ready?”

I nodded and gave Luna a quick hug before following Jonah to his truck.  He opened the passenger door.

“Need help?”

“No.”  I used the running board and climbed into the truck.  I had changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and I didn’t need to look to know that Jonah was staring at my ass.  I plopped down into the seat.  “Stop looking at my ass.”

“I can’t help it.  It’s incredible, and I’m an ass man.”

I blushed and he winked at me before shutting the door and walking around the truck.  He slid behind the wheel and started the truck, driving out of the parking lot and heading toward my house.

“Do you remember where I live?”  I asked after a moment.

“Yes.”

We drove in silence until I couldn’t stand it anymore.  “You’re really bad at bowling.  I thought that big guy was going to lose his mind every time you threw a gutter ball.”

He burst into the laughter that now had the power to make my pussy wet.  “Normally, I’m quite good at bowling.  I was just distracted tonight.”

I didn’t reply, and he grinned at me.  “Aren’t you going to ask by what?”

“No.”

“It was your ass.  I was distracted by your delectable ass.”

I ignored my flush of heat.  “Who was the other guy?”

“My best friend Matt.  He’s a paramedic.”

“Oh.”  I tapped my fingers on my thigh.  “What about the woman?”

“Mia.  She’s also a paramedic and Matt’s partner at work.”

I tried to sound casual.  “She’s pretty.”

“Before you get too jealous, Mia isn’t my type.  She’s too timid and quiet.”

“I wasn’t jealous.”  Wow, could I sound any less convincing?

He just shrugged and turned down my street.  One good thing about living in a small town, almost everything was fifteen minutes away or less.  He stopped in front of my house and put the truck in park.

I unclicked my seatbelt, hating that I didn’t want to leave or let the night end.  I couldn’t keep having sex with my boss, so why was I tempted to invite him in for a nightcap?

“Invite me in, Claire.”

“I’m sorry?”  Was he reading my damn mind?

He gave me a slow smile that made my pulse speed up.  “Invite me in.”

“I can’t,” I whispered.

“Sure you can.  You said you wanted my cock, and I told you that you could have it later.  It’s now ‘later’.  Invite me in, and I’ll give it to you for as long as you want.”

I licked my lips as desire skyrocketed through my body.  “I can’t,” I repeated.  “If anyone sees you parked outside my house all night, they’ll know we…”

“Who’s going to know it’s me?”

“Your truck says Peterson Electric on the side, Jonah.”

He laughed.  “Good point.  You head in to the house and take your clothes off, and I’ll park on the next street over and walk back.  Unlock the back door and I’ll let myself in through the backyard, so your neighbours don’t see me.”

I hesitated, and he reached out and captured my hand.  His thumb rubbed over the sensitive skin of my inner wrist and just that alone was almost enough to make me lose my self-control.  Before I could just straddle him in his truck, he said, “I won’t let anyone see me, pet.  Invite me in so I can make you feel good.  I want to be in your tight pussy so much I can barely think straight.”

“I’ll leave the back door unlocked,” I said.

His face lit up and he gave me a look of such pure joy that I couldn’t help but smile at him as he said, “I’ll see you in less than five minutes, beautiful.”

 

* * *

 

Claire

 

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure I told you to take your clothes off.”  Jonah’s arm slid around my waist.  I took a deep breath and drew down the blind on the kitchen window before leaning back against his hard warmth.

“Did you lock the door?”

“I did.”  He tasted my neck with his warm tongue before kissing his way to my ear.  I moaned when he sucked on my earlobe.  “Jonah, wait.”

“What’s wrong?”  His hands stilled in sliding under my t-shirt.

“Do you promise me that you won’t tell anyone about us having sex?”

He hesitated and then said.  “Yes, but you should know that I told Matt already.”

I groaned, and he kissed my neck.  “He won’t say anything to anyone.  I promise.”

“I guess I can’t really berate you for it.  I told Luna on Thursday night.”

“Okay, so two people know, but it’s two people we trust, right?”

“Yes.  But, uh, I think Asher overheard me when he dropped by Luna’s place unexpectedly.”

Jonah’s warm laugh washed over me.  “Asher Stokes knows that we had sex in my office?”

“Yes.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean for that to happen.  But he hardly talks, so I’m pretty sure he’s not going to tell anyone.”

“I’m not worried about him saying anything.  I am curious why he went all alpha male when I was talking to Luna though.  If he knows we’re having sex, he shouldn’t have been worried I was hitting on Luna.”

“He’s a bit on the possessive side, I think.” 

“Possessive men bother you.”  His hands slid under my shirt and cupped my breasts.

“No.”

“You didn’t like it when I said you were mine earlier.”

“Because I’m not.  Having sex once doesn’t make me yours, Jonah.”  Why did saying that give me a twinge of regret?

“We can agree to disagree on that, pet.”  His nimble fingers had already opened the front clasp of my bra and he pushed the cups back before squeezing my breasts. 

“Jonah,” I put my hands over his, halting his movements, “I’m not yours.  We can’t keep doing this after tonight.  I like my job and I don’t want to have to quit.  Do you understand?”

He turned me around, one hand sliding around my waist to grip my hip and the other continuing to cup my breast.  “I do.  But understand this, Claire.  Tonight you belong to me.”

He stared steadily at me and damn if my pussy didn’t quiver.

“Do you understand?”  He echoed my question.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Say it to me, pet.”

“Tonight I belong to you.”

“Good.”  He sipped his hand out from under my shirt.  “Take me to your bedroom.”

 

* * *

 

Jonah

 

A large orange cat was stretched out on Claire’s bed and it gave me a bored look before lifting its leg and licking its own ass.

“Nice,” I said.

Claire laughed and picked up the cat, kissing its head before setting it out in the hallway and shutting the door.  “Pumpkin is very flexible.”

“Pumpkin?  You named your cat Pumpkin?”

“I got him from the shelter and that was his name.”

“You didn’t change it?”

“To what?”

“I don’t know, something more manly than pumpkin.”

She laughed again, that low throaty one that never failed to make my dick hard.  “He doesn’t have anything to prove when it comes to his manliness.”

I grinned at her.  “Are you trying to say that I do?”

“Of course not,” she said sweetly before turning on the bedside lamp.  She disappeared into the attached bathroom before returning with a couple of condoms.  She set them on the nightstand and gave me a slightly nervous look.  “You ready?”

“Am I ready?”  I joined her by the bed and pulled her into my embrace.  “That’s not very romantic, pet.”

“This isn’t supposed to be romantic,” she said.  “This is about filling a need, nothing more, remember?”

Her words stung but I kept my voice neutral.  “I remember.”

I pulled her t-shirt over her head and she wiggled out of her bra.  I cupped her breasts, my thumbs circling around her nipples.  She moaned and grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged.

I raised my arms and she removed my shirt and dropped it to the floor.  She studied my tattoos before running her fingers over my chest. 

“Do they bother you?”  I’d never given a single thought to whether a woman I was fucking liked my tattoos or not, but it was suddenly important to me to know what Claire thought of them.

“What?  The tattoos?”

I nodded, unfamiliar apprehension trickling into my belly.

“I love them.”  She smiled at me before studying my arms.  “They’re beautiful and, honestly, very unexpected.  You don’t seem like the kind of guy to have one tattoo, let alone a whole bunch of them.  Are they on your back as well?”

I nodded, and my breath hissed out when Claire touched my abdomen.

“They’re sexy as hell,” she admitted in a low voice.

Fuck, she was going to be the death of me.  Her fingers tugged on my belt before she unbuckled it and then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.  She pulled them and my briefs down my legs, and I kicked them off my feet as she wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft.

I groaned, and she smiled at me before sitting on the bed and spreading her legs.  I stepped forward and she gave me an almost shy look. 

“Would you like my mouth, Sir?”

A tremor wracked my body and my dick twitched.  I didn’t consider myself a full-on Dom, but I did like to have control, and fuck, did I like it when Claire called me ‘Sir’ in the bedroom.

“Yes, pet,” I rasped as I slipped my hand into her thick dark hair.  “Suck me.”

She slid her mouth over my cock and, just like that, one of my favourite fantasies was coming true.  Her mouth was hot and wet and Christ, did she know how to suck a dick.  She bobbed her head in long slow strokes, her hands gripping my ass as I tangled my other hand into her hair.  I took control, fucking her mouth with hard thrusts.  She kept her mouth open wide, staring up at me with her gorgeous green eyes as I moaned and pushed my dick deep into her mouth.

I wasn’t as gentle as I should have been, but she didn’t seem to mind.  In fact, she sucked harder, her soft tongue licking up and down my shaft with every stroke until I thought I would lose my damn mind.

With a muttered curse, I pulled out of her mouth.  Her lips were shiny with my precum and I groaned when she licked her lips and smiled at me.  “Delicious.”

She squealed in surprise when I pushed her onto her back and fumbled at the buttons to her jeans.  I was like a horny teenager, and I cursed when I couldn’t get the zipper down.  “Goddammit, what the hell?”

She laughed and pushed my hands away.  “Put the condom on.  I’ll take care of the zipper.”

I snagged the condom from the nightstand and ripped open the packaging, rolling the thin rubber on as Claire removed her jeans and panties.  By the time I turned back to her, she was naked and lying on her back, her legs spread and her fingers rubbing slow circles over her clit.

I’d never seen anything more fucking beautiful in my life and I hurriedly laid next to her.  I kissed her, tracing her lips with my tongue until she parted them and let me in.  I explored her mouth as I tugged on her nipples until her back was arching.  I skimmed my hand down her flat stomach before pushing at her hand.

“My turn, pet.”

She gripped my forearm, her short nails digging into my skin as I ghosted my fingers over her swollen clit.  She was wet, and I ran my fingers down one side of her clit and then the other as I sucked on her nipple. 

“Jonah, please!”  Her hands tugged my head up and she gave me a desperate look of need.  “I can’t wait.  Don’t make me.”

I’d planned on teasing her, bringing her to the edge of her orgasm repeatedly until she was nearly as insane with need for me as I was for her.  But, I couldn’t resist her sweet pleading.  I pushed on her inner thigh.  “Spread your legs wide for me.”

She did what I asked, and I knelt between her legs.  I rubbed the head of my dick against her clit and she cried out and arched her back.  “Jonah!”

Unable to resist her any longer, I pressed the head of my dick against her wet opening and slid in with one hard thrust.  Her pussy was as hot and tight as I remembered, and I groaned as I propped myself above her and moved with slow, deep strokes.

She closed her eyes, her hips rising to meet each of my thrusts.  Our bodies fit together like they were meant for each other.  As I pushed both of us closer to our orgasms, I rested on my forearms above her.  Our faces were only inches apart and I kissed her sweet mouth.

She returned my kiss but didn’t open her eyes as she wrapped her legs around my waist and rocked against me. 

“Claire, look at me.”

She shook her head no and I pressed another kiss against at her mouth.  “Look at me, my love.”

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“You can.”  I licked her mouth and then sucked on her upper lip.  “Please.”

Her eyelids flickered up and she stared at me as I moved in and out of her warm body.  “You were meant for me.  Can you feel how good we are together?  How right this is?”

She tried to shake her head no again, and I nipped her bottom lip.  “You’re mine, my love.”

“Jonah…”

“Mine,” I repeated.

“Yours,” she whispered.

“That’s right, pet.  Always.”  Her pussy clenched around me in response, and I groaned and fucked her harder.

Her hand wiggled between us and I braced myself on my hands again to give her room to rub her clit.  I stared at her, watching her face as she drew closer and closer to climaxing.  When she came with a harsh cry, I drove in and out of her, her pussy squeezing around me and drawing out my own orgasm.

I groaned her name and thrust deep as her legs tightened around my waist.  When I collapsed against her, she made a soft grunt but didn’t push me off of her.  Instead, she traced lazy circles on my back as I buried my face in her neck and tried to catch my breath.

After a few minutes, I rolled off of her and stared up at the ceiling. 

“Jonah?”  Her voice was hesitant.  “You okay?”

I made a hoarse laugh.  “I’m better than okay.”

She was lying on her side next to me and didn’t object when I pulled her close and pressed her head down against my chest.  I stroked her warm back while she traced the tattoos on my abdomen.

I was almost asleep when she sighed and said, “You should probably go.”

“You’re kicking me out?”  Even I could hear the hurt in my voice.

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said, “but if you wait until tomorrow and someone sees you…”

“I’ll leave before it’s light out,” I said.

She sat up and studied me.  “Will you?”

“Yes.”  I strived to make my voice light-hearted.  “I’m excellent at sneaking out of women’s beds before dawn.  Just ask all my high school girlfriends.”

She smiled a little, and I sat up and pressed a kiss against her mouth before heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.  I climbed back into bed beside her and nuzzled her neck.  “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

She stiffened against me.  “We said just tonight, Jonah.”

“Have dinner with me at my place.  You can drop by after it’s dark.  No one will see you.”

She didn’t reply, and I pressed a kiss against her collarbone.  “None of our coworkers live in my neighbourhood, Claire.  They won’t know.”

“I shouldn’t.  We can’t keep doing this.”

“Just the weekend.”  I sucked on her earlobe and cupped her breast, loving the way her nipple hardened immediately.  “Give me the weekend to fuck you, to be with you, and after that, I won’t ask you to be with me again.”

“Just the weekend?”  She moaned as I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy.

“Just the weekend, pet.”  I rubbed her clit with the pad of my thumb.  “Say yes, Claire.”

“Yes, Claire,” she said with a soft giggle.

I laughed and nipped at her collarbone.  “Are you ready for round two, Ms. Hoyt?”

“That depends on whether round two includes eating my pussy.  Does it?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said.

Her smile widened, and she pushed lightly on my head before spreading her legs.  “Then get to it, Mr. Peterson.”