You
Izzy
HEARING A CEILING fan, I opened my eyes and saw tan sheets.
I rolled and saw Johnny in sweats and nothing else at the railing on his deck holding up a cup of coffee.
Ranger was lying at his feet.
Dog and man looked comfortable in their morning repose.
That was, dog and man looked comfortable in their morning repose until Johnny’s head turned and he looked through the windows at me.
He then lifted up his free hand and crooked a finger, also at me.
Like I was mesmerized, I threw back the covers and tossed my legs over the side, pulling myself out of bed. I walked like I was in a dream (because mostly I was) to the door and through it.
Ranger shot up and came to me and I gave him some distracted pets as I made my way to Johnny.
He held his arm out.
I walked right in, pressing my front to his side.
His arm wrapped around but his hand kept moving, pulling up his tee that I’d put on before collapsing in his bed then gliding down, fingers in my panties.
I shivered.
He put his coffee mug down on the railing.
“Passed out on me, spätzchen,” he murmured instead of saying good morning.
“I didn’t sleep well the last couple of nights,” I explained.
“You sleep well last night?”
The day before I’d learned a lot about Johnny Gamble.
I’d learned he had a quick wit and could match Addie quip for quip, a lot of the time doing it even better than her.
I’d learned he didn’t only muck stalls, he did dishes, refilled drinks without being asked, and proved to be an excellent sous chef when you’re cooking.
I’d learned he changed diapers.
I’d learned when his head wasn’t messed up necessitating he convey a message so your heart wouldn’t get broken, he was exceptionally affectionate and sweetly teasing, but there was more.
He was appreciative.
With his eyes and facial expressions, sometimes touches, sometimes murmured words, he showed and told me he liked how I moved. He liked my legs. He liked my hair. He liked my behind. He liked listening to me talk. He liked watching me laugh. He liked seeing me tease my sister. He liked watching me respond when she teased me. He liked the little mini-dress I’d put on (Johnny was coming over to spend the day so I absolutely made an effort) that was a blue and white print with a blousy top and short sleeves and a flouncy short skirt.
He liked me and didn’t hide it in any way.
In fact, I’d never had the admiration of a man aimed at me the way Johnny did it. It was casual, spontaneous, but definite. It was a part of who he was and how he felt about me, not a path he was taking to get what he wanted.
After dinner and after after-dinner conversation, which both involved wine, and Johnny taking me back to his house, I’d barely made it up the stairs and walked a step inside when his lips were at my neck and he said, “Get your ass to bed, baby, before you curl up on the floor and fall asleep.”
I’d turned drowsily to him, eyes to his chest and mumbled, “Tee.”
He took his tee off.
I took my dress and bra off and put it on.
Then I climbed into his bed and went right to sleep.
And having the day I’d had the day before with Addie and Brooks and Johnny, learning all I had about Johnny, I’d slept like a baby.
“I slept great,” I whispered.
He bent his head, brushed his lips against mine and lifted up.
“Did you?” I asked.
“I didn’t have the best nights’ sleep the last few nights so yeah. It was good to sleep solid.”
I nuzzled into him, turned my head, put my cheek to his chest and stared at the sun glinting off the creek.
I felt fur slide down my calf as Ranger slid down my leg to lie down at our feet.
Ranger had a lot going on, what with being back with Johnny then spending the day with new dogs, new people and a baby.
He didn’t seem to miss Shandra.
But once things settled down and he realized this was his permanent reality, he would.
I sighed.
“What’s on your mind?” Johnny asked, the tips of his fingers idly tracing the curve at the bottom of the cheek of my behind.
“Nothing.”
“We don’t do that, baby,” he admonished gently.
I left my check to his chest but still tipped my head back to catch his gaze.
“Don’t do what?” I asked.
“Especially not with a beginning like we had that was rocky,” he went on.
“What?”
“Something bothering you?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.
“You made a noise like something was on your mind,” he stated.
“It isn’t bothering me.”
“And I asked what was on your mind. You said nothing when it was something. And we gotta stay open and out there so we don’t fall into shit that might keep things rocky.”
I lifted my head, turned it back to him and put my hand on his chest.
“I was just thinking that Ranger probably doesn’t get that things have changed and he’ll miss Shandra when he does.”
His hand cupped my behind. “So you were thinking about her.”
“No, I was thinking about Ranger.”
“And Shandra.”
“Well, kind of,” I allowed.
“Not kind of,” he returned.
“A dog can’t communicate like we do, but they can communicate and they have feelings and change is rough for them just like it is for anyone.”
“He’ll be fine,” Johnny assured shortly.
“I know he will,” I replied, also shortly.
“You need to get her off your mind,” he ordered.
I felt cold penetrate and I pushed a little away, stopping only when the pads of his fingers started biting in, and retorted, “No. It seems to me you need to get her off your mind.”
“I didn’t bring her to the balcony, Izzy.”
“I didn’t either, Johnny.”
“We gotta make sure this doesn’t infect what we’ve got or what we got isn’t gonna stay good.”
“I’m all in for that, but just to say, you also need to let me worry about your dog because he’s cute and he’s sweet and he loves you, and he gets along with Dempsey and Swirl and he thinks Brooks is awesome and I like him and that’s me. I’m an animal freak. If I see a humane society commercial with pictures of animals that have been abused, I won’t be able to sleep. I once stole a neighbor’s cat and took her to the vet to be fixed because the neighbor kept letting her out and she’d get pregnant and have babies, and the neighbor would just take the kittens to the shelter every time and that’s not right.”
Johnny stared down at me.
“Don’t worry,” I told him. “I gave her back after she’d recovered. Said she got stuck in my garage. Her baby had her belly shaved and she probably figured it out but she never said anything. For her, free neutering. For me, I didn’t want to shoot her with BBs every time I saw her load a box full of kittens in her car.”
He kept staring down at me.
I kept blabbing.
“You know, it was better when you were being sweet and I could just think about how much I liked it that you don’t mind changing diapers. So can we have a nice morning, and to have that, can I ask that you stop annoying me?”
“Changing diapers?” he queried.
“Men don’t get it. If they knew how much women liked it when they took care of babies, the moms wouldn’t get anywhere near their child.”
His lips hitched. “You liked it when I changed Brooks’s diapers?”
I shrugged.
His hand still in my panties moved from my behind to my hip.
“What else did you like?” he murmured, his voice having changed entirely.
But I was still annoyed.
“I liked it that you didn’t let Addie give you any shit.”
“She’s fun,” he said.
“She’s a smart aleck.”
His hand shifted to my hipbone and my attention on our conversation stuttered.
He dipped his head closer and asked “What else did you like?”
I tried to stay focused at the same time wondering where his hand was going to go next.
“I . . . I, uh . . . like it that you’re easy to cook with.”
“Yeah?” he murmured, his eyes dropping to my mouth and his hand sliding even farther.
“Yeah,” I whispered, my eyes also dropping to his mouth.
Seriously, I really loved his beard.
And his lips.
“What else you like, baby?” I watched his lips whisper back, his fingers skating across the curls between my legs.
“Um . . .” I mumbled.
“Hmm?” he hummed against my lips and then his fingers slid over my clit and my hips jerked. “You like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He repeated the gesture and my hand at his chest slid up to hold on to his neck as I pressed into him.
“How much?” he asked.
“A lot.”
He stroked me between my legs, barely grazing my clit and I started panting.
“Does your man always gotta ask you to kiss him when he’s wanting a kiss or are you gonna learn to get with the program?” he inquired.
“I’m gonna learn to get with the program,” I whispered but was so entranced with him, I made no move.
“Then give me that mouth, Izzy,” he demanded.
I kissed him.
He pulled me closer, giving his hand more room to move and his fingers scored firm against my clit before he bent into me so he could glide one inside.
I whimpered into his mouth.
He separated his mouth from mine and slid his finger out.
“Get inside,” he growled. “And get naked.”
“’Kay,” I pushed out.
He let me go.
I turned immediately and moved on jellied legs into his house.
Johnny followed me.
Ranger came with us.
But I had no mind to Ranger.
I went to my side of the bed and tore his T-shirt from me.
And I watched in turned-on confusion as he went to his side of the bed and pulled his sweats down.
I watched his hard cock spring free and it felt like it took ten years to yank my panties down my legs.
He bent to the bed, shoved the pillows against the headboard and climbed in.
I watched.
He settled with his back to the headboard, one leg straight, one leg cocked but falling to the side and then . . .
Then . . .
Then he started lazily stroking his cock and his eyes locked on me.
“What you gonna do to me, Izzy?”
Oh my God.
Ohmigod!
If I was completely in control of my limbs, which I absolutely was not, I would have scrambled in bed and taken that beautiful cock in my mouth so fast, I’d be a blur.
Instead, I was shaking with anticipation so it was deliberately, my gaze to him, that I put hands then knees to the bed and crawled his way.
He watched me do this and I got his sexy noise, this one lower, rougher, the one that carved through me, leaving me open, exposed, wanting, needing.
I positioned between his legs and stopped.
His eyes burning black fire, I was again mesmerized by Johnny.
But I didn’t miss him stop stroking his cock so he could cup his balls, use his other hand to angle his cock from his stomach and offer it to me.
Oh . . . my . . . God.
“You gonna stare at it, beautiful, or are you gonna suck it?” Johnny asked gruffly.
My attention went from his shaft on offer to his face.
For a second.
Then I moved in, put a hand to his chest, trailing it down as I dropped my head, kneeling in front of him, positioning to worship his cock.
My closed lips touched the tip, I let it spread them then I drew him deep.
Johnny hissed out a breath.
I drew him out and sucked him back in.
I found his nipple with my thumb, rubbed it, felt it tighten under my touch, but my focus was what my mouth was doing, how far I could take him, how hard I could suck, how fast I could go.
His hand was in my hair pulling it back and I felt him take it, like it, become agitated and tense under my movements.
I gave him a break, laved him, stroked him with my free hand while I gently licked the tip.
Then I went back in, sucking hard, moving fast.
I felt him begin to strain around me, his big body getting tighter. Tighter.
Tighter.
Then it broke him and he started thrusting and I liked it so very much that I didn’t put my fingers between my legs the way I needed to because I didn’t want to miss anything.
I sensed him squeezing his balls and instinctively I knew.
I released him, surged up and put my forehead to his, curling my hand around his cock and jacking him tight.
His gaze glued to mine, his breath harsh, he wrapped his hand around mine and guided the way, loosening at the bottom but going in hard and tight at the top.
My mouth open, my breaths coming fast and shallow, I covered his hand at his balls.
“Squeeze,” he grunted.
Gently I squeezed his hand over his balls.
“Fuck yeah,” he bit off, his eyes closing. They opened and they were on fire. “With both, baby.”
I squeezed with both.
“Don’t miss it, Iz,” he warned.
Leaving my forehead on his, I tipped my head down and watched the both of us working him, his hips restless, half thrusting, half writhing.
His hand on his shaft tightened tight, his other hand shifted so it was on the outside and I was cupping his balls skin to skin.
“God, beautiful,” I breathed reverently, my hips mimicking his, my wet so wet, it was dripping down the inside of one thigh.
“Fuck,” he ground out. “Fuck,” he groaned.
And then he blew.
His powerful body strung tight and his cum jetted up his chest. His hands manipulating mine in a rough, tight, fierce way I’d never begin to touch him, it seemed he forced the cum out of his cock, squeezed it from his balls, and I whimpered and whinnied through my panting at the splendor of it.
“You’re . . . just . . . beautiful,” I breathed.
I barely got that out when my hands were pulled away and Johnny slid under me, taking me off my knees.
I landed on him and he pulled me through his cum as he hauled me up his chest. When he could, he grasped my hips and yanked me higher.
I gasped as I made my knees, exposed over him, and grabbed the headboard as his hands gripped my hips and he planted me on his mouth.
My head fell back and I ground into his face in a way that might have dawned on me was too much if his hands at my hips weren’t pulsing me into him.
He was tongue fucking me, sucking my clit, biting it and I was rolling into every move, breathless, riding his face like I’d ride his cock.
My hand moved to his at my hip, and like he’d done to me, I showed him the way, pushing it back, curling his fingers in until the tip of his middle found my anus.
He growled up my cunt and then I was off, on all fours beside him on the bed.
But only for half a second.
He pulled me back on his face but with me facing the other direction, a hand between my shoulder blades shoving me down.
His cock was still hard.
I gobbled it in my mouth.
He grunted up my pussy, yanked me down to his mouth and I felt a wet finger gently pressing up my ass.
I lost him with my mouth as my neck arched back, a cry escaped me before I forced out a breathy, “God, yes,” and when he started to slide his finger out, I went back to his cock and again sucked it deep.
He ate me rough, fucked my ass gentle and I sucked his cock hard, cupping his balls, squeezing, feeling his grunts just as I heard them, taking his thrusts when he started driving up into my mouth, grinding my pussy in his face.
I just had the presence of mind to wrap my hand warm around him when my entire body arched up and back, smothering his face with my cunt.
I moaned, loud and long and low as he shoved his finger up my ass and ate me through an overwhelming climax that shook me from head to toe, leaving me blinded to all but his mouth, gasping for breath, straining into him, lost.
I vaguely became aware his hand was again around mine on his cock and he was pumping and it was fortunate I vaguely became aware of that because I did just in time to watch him come again all over his belly.
The gushes were weakening, he was using both our hands to milk himself dry, and that was when I collapsed on him, my cheek to the junction of his thigh and hipbone, my hair falling everywhere, my face nuzzling his shaft and balls, a soft sound escaping my mouth when he tenderly pulled out of my ass.
Johnny shifted my hair off my cheek and kept running his fingers through it as he ran his lips along the inside of my thigh.
I trembled on top of him.
He sank his teeth into the inside of my thigh.
I jolted and then melted into him.
“Iz?”
I shifted just enough to nuzzle the area between cock and balls.
“Iz.” That sounded gruffer but also amused.
“Mm?”
More amused than gruff. “You goin’ to sleep?”
“Mm.”
“As much as I like your pretty pussy and the idea you can fall asleep with it in my face, you wanna roll off?”
It took effort but I rolled off.
He shifted me around so I was righted in bed and rolled on me.
I looked at his handsome, sated, amazing face.
He was smiling.
“Okay. Good to know that you can get hotter than jumping my junk in a barn,” he declared.
“I didn’t jump your junk,” I mumbled, physically incapable of offering more than a mumble.
“Baby, you hopped right up and nearly planted yourself on my dick.”
“Whatever,” I muttered, finding I had the energy to trail my fingertips up and down his back, so I did that.
His amusement didn’t flee but it got warmer and sweeter.
His voice was warmer and sweeter too, when he asked, “You wanna know what I like?”
“Can I guess?” I asked back.
“Shoot,” he offered, still smiling.
I expended the effort to lift my head to touch his mouth with mine and found it took it all out of me, so I let my head plop to the pillows and wrapped my arms around him.
“You like blowing for me.”
“Oh yeah, I like that,” he agreed.
“I liked it too,” I shared.
“I noticed,” he replied.
“Like . . . a lot,” I told him.
I felt him chuckle. “Yeah. I noticed.”
“A lot, a lot, alotalot,” I unnecessarily confirmed.
He smiled again. “You wanna know what else I like?”
“Me riding your face.”
His smile got bigger. “Yeah, baby. Definitely. When you totally lose it and become all sex kitten, it rocks my world.”
“Good,” I muttered.
“Iz,” he called.
“Yes?” I answered.
“You’re covered in my cum, baby,” he whispered.
“Hmm,” I hummed, deciding to expend more effort and I did this by lifting my head and running my nose along the side of his neck.
Then I let my head plop back.
His thumb started rolling circles on my temple.
“You haven’t guessed it, spätzchen,” he told me.
“Guessed what?”
“What I like.”
“I thought you liked blowing for me.”
“I do.”
“And me riding your face.”
His voice shook with laughter. “That too. But that’s not all.”
“You like my guac.”
“Yeah,” he whispered, and the way he did made my sex haze dissipate.
I looked into his eyes and I saw humor there, for sure, warmth and sweetness, definitely.
But something more.
No.
Everything more.
“What else do you like?” I asked quietly.
“You,” he said simply.
Me.
“Johnny,” I breathed.
His face disappeared in my neck and he said there, “The sex kitten you who nuzzles my dick after I blow for her twice, and I haven’t done that shit since maybe I was thirteen. And the working woman you. And the take-care-of-her-sister you. And the miss-her-mother you. And the thinking-Margot-is-sweet-instead-of-bossy-and-controlling you. And the love on your dogs, my dog, your cats, your horses and letting birds jump all over you you. The you in that blue dress yesterday and the you in the jeans I met you in and the you in that white dress at The Star and the you in my tee in the stables.”
His thumb was still drawing circles on my temple opposite where his face was in my neck so I turned my head and kissed his wrist.
He lifted his head and I turned mine back.
“I don’t mind changing diapers, baby,” he whispered.
“I’m glad,” I whispered back.
“I do mind my cum drying on you.”
“It’s okay,” I told him.
“It’s not.”
I gave him a squeeze. “I really don’t mind.”
“I do ’cause getting it off you gives me an excuse to wash it off in the shower.”
My eyes got bigger.
His eyes got hotter.
And then he was off me and I was being dragged across the bed to my feet whereupon I was promptly being tugged down the hall toward the shower.
I was brushing my teeth in the basin Johnny didn’t use in his bathroom, wearing his tee, no panties (I tried to put them on but Johnny was too close and he ripped them from my fingers, threw them in the middle of the bed and shook his head at me, saying, “Babe, would you get with the program? Your man likes easy access,” after which he’d sauntered off in nothing but a towel and disappeared in the bathroom).
We’d obviously had our shower.
After, and after I’d pulled his tee back on, when I’d joined him back in the bathroom and rooted through the bag I’d brought to get my toothbrush, I found out what “easy access” meant.
This did not mean he did me braced against the basin.
What it did mean was offering me another nuance of how Johnny could be appreciative.
This being me brushing my teeth, Johnny coming up behind me, lifting my T-shirt (so I stopped brushing my teeth because I froze) and then running his hands across my behind while he watched his hands move and I watched him moving his hands in the mirror.
If I worshipped his cock, he was right then worshipping my behind.
It was sexy as all get out.
It was also somehow piercingly sweet.
When he was done, he slid his hands flat from my hips across my belly with the shirt still up, wrapping his arms around me so he could kiss my neck. He tipped his head back and looked into my eyes in the mirror.
“Sweetest piece of ass ever and not just because she likes it fucked,” he muttered. He kissed my neck again, gave me a squeeze and then said, “I’ll bring you some coffee.”
He walked out still in his towel, Ranger following him.
It took me a while to get myself together to start brushing my teeth again but then it happened.
I saw it.
Or I didn’t see it.
And I stopped brushing.
The pretty jar of bath salts was gone.
I heard a phone ring, and since Johnny and I had the same ring, it could be either of ours, so I spit, rinsed and was wiping my hands to dry them when Johnny strolled in wearing just his towel, phone to his ear, cup of coffee in his hand, dog at his heels.
He came to me, put the coffee down by my sink, leaned a hip against the counter and said into the phone, “Not sure, I’ll have to ask.”
By the way, he did all this, from the second he entered the bathroom, looking at me.
“All I can do is ask, Margot,” he continued.
Oh boy.
Margot was in the mix.
Johnny kept going.
“Yeah. It’s fine.” Pause then, “Yeah, like I said, it’s fine.” His lips hitched at me. “It’s good.” Another pause then through a chuckle, “You wanna ask her? She’s standing right here in my bathroom wearing nothing but my tee.”
I instantly grew horrified.
“Johnny!” I snapped, slapping his chest.
He captured my hand and held it flat against his chest.
“Yeah, it’s that fine,” he stated. “And yeah, her sister is here, and she and her kid are coming over and hanging with me today and I’m gonna grill for them tonight. But no, you can’t come over unless I ask Iz and make sure it’s okay.”
I felt my eyes get big.
Johnny took them in smiling and talking. “Right. I’ll call you back.” Pause then, “No, I haven’t shopped yet, so if Izzy says it’s okay I’ll buy enough for you and Dave.” Another pause then, “Margot, Christ, I love you. I’d take a bullet for you. I’d give you my kidney. But no, don’t make your cherry pie right now because I don’t know if you’re comin’ over here for them to eat it.” He listened for a second then said softly, “Ich liebe dich auch, mein liebling.”
After that, he hung up.
I was feeling residual warmth and a newfound adoration of the German language when I asked, “Do you speak German full stop?”
“Enough I could go to Germany and get myself around.”
That was impressive.
I let that go and continued with my questions.
“Do you know what kind of hell we’d both be in if Margot and Addie got together?”
He let my hand go, both of his came to my hips, they turned me, pulled me to him and only when I was resting against him with my hands on his chest did he answer.
“We can hack it.”
“Johnny, your house is one room. I don’t know if I can be in the same room with Margot as the room I did what I did to you this morning.” I paused and added, “And the other times I’ve been here.”
“Margot loves Dave more than he loves her, and I know that sounds impossible but trust me, she does. They had three kids. I think she knows what men and women do together when they like each other.”
“Especially now that you told her I was in your T-shirt and nothing else.”
He grinned. “Sometimes shock therapy is the way to go with Margot.”
Why did I not find that surprising?
“Johnny—”
He pulled me closer. “Izzy, baby, we can’t chose the way our lives go and shit got sorted when your sister is here and Margot is horning in because she’s worried about me. Where I was at when Shandra left was not lost on her. Where I was at with you sitting beside me at dinner was not lost on her either. She thought from the story, like everyone thought when they heard the story, that I’d blanked you to go after Shandra. She wants to make sure I’m okay but it’s more, she wants to make sure you’re okay. And you can say no and I’ll tell Dave who might be the only one who could stop her from coming here anyway. But I don’t know why I’d do that since your sister loves you, Margot loves me, she likes you a lot, she’ll feel the same way about Addie and she’ll adore Brooks. So it’s gonna be a big Memorial Day cookout. And it’s probably gonna be fuckin’ fantastic.”
“If Addie offends Margot so much she tries to make you break up with me, you have to promise right here and now to stand strong.”
He pulled me even closer. “I can promise that.”
My gaze drifted to his shoulder and I muttered, “I’ll tell Addie to behave herself.”
“Will she do that?”
I looked again at him. “Absolutely not.”
He burst out laughing, doing it clutching me to him.
Yes, when Johnny wasn’t holding back, he was very affectionate.
I fit myself to him and wrapped my arms around.
When he quit laughing, he asked softly, “So can I call her back and say she can make her cherry pie?”
“I was going to make my chocolate silk pie,” I told him.
“We’ll have both,” he decreed.
Perfect.
I smiled.
“Best call her and then get you home to your sister.”
I nodded.
Johnny kissed me.
After he finished doing that, he called Margot. We got dressed.
And he took me home to my sister.
I made French silk pie, got dolled up, loaded up my dogs and my family.
And we went back.