Chapter Seventeen
The cold night air bit at Jennifer’s skin as she rode on the back of Eric’s bike, but with her arms wrapped around him, she didn’t mind much, even with the numbness of her nose. All she could think of was how desperately she wanted to get back home with him and how happy she was to be able to help out with the marketing at the pub. Bad Omen was about to get the love it deserved.
The bike pulled into the driveway of Eric’s house, and Jennifer was surprised when she looked around. She’d assumed they would be going back to her place since that’s where they had spent much of the weekend. Still, she couldn’t say she wasn’t curious to be back at his house, especially since the last time she had been there, he had been more than a little drunk.
Plus, there was the secret room he had kept her out of. She still didn’t know much about Eric and only hoped to learn more. This might just be the chance to do that.
Carefully Jennifer stepped off the bike and handed Eric the extra helmet. Their hands touched, and he frowned before taking her fingers into his warm palms.
“You should have put your fingers inside my coat,” he said quietly as he warmed her frozen digits.
Jennifer gave him a sly smile. “You would have liked that too much.”
She was happy when he smiled back at her with a slight twinkle in his eye.
“I think we should get inside,” he said.
Eric held onto one hand as he made his way to the door, Jennifer trailing behind.
He still seemed out of place there among the rows of family houses in the quiet subdivision. She couldn’t help but wonder just what the neighbors thought of the roughneck biker that rolled in at two every night.
They stepped inside, and Jennifer was glad to be indoors again. Warmth surrounded them.
Inside there were a few pieces of clothes tossed around the living room. Eric hurried over and snatched them up before turning to her.
“You, um, just relax while I pick up real quick.”
Jennifer nodded and smiled as he grabbed a few more articles of clothes before disappearing down the hall. It was nice to know that he cared what she thought of the place.
She looked around the room with the same interest as she had before. The black love seat, coffee table, and television all sat in the same places they had before. She could picture Eric sitting on the couch as he ate his breakfast.
This time the place seemed less cold than it did before. Maybe because she now saw the man living there as someone other than the cold, unfeeling person she had imagined him to be.
Sure, Eric wasn’t a man to talk about his feelings, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel. Jennifer was certain he did. Even if he didn’t always share those feelings with her.
She sat back down on the couch and waited for him to return. Her feet ached from a long day at work. She’d been so excited about the chance to show him her marketing ideas that she’d raced all over to get her work done so she could start jotting things down.
Jennifer slid off her shoes and massaged her aching feet. It was nice to have a few minutes to relax.
The more time that passed, the more she wondered if maybe Eric had forgotten she was even there. Another ten minutes passed when Jennifer decided to check on him.
Barefoot now, she padded down the hall. She remembered his room being on the left, and yet her eyes shifted over to the forbidden door on the right.
Jennifer nibbled on her bottom lip. She’d remembered how angry Eric had been when she’d tried to go in before. Although everything in her was dying to know what was behind the door, it might be better if she let him tell her himself.
“Eric?” Jennifer called out.
“Sorry,” he said. “Just a couple more minutes. Go ahead and grab a couple beers from the fridge.”
Once again, Jennifer faced the door behind her. It was tempting, but if he caught her in the room, it would ruin any trust she’d established.
She shook her head. This wasn’t who she was. If she wanted to know what was behind the door, she’d just have to let him come to her when the time was right.
Now feeling more solid in her decision, Jennifer made her way back to the kitchen.
* * *
Eric stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. Droplets of water still dripped from his face. He’d long since picked up all the dirty laundry and was left with the stunning fact that he’d brought her home with him.
Although it might not seem all that out of place for most people, it had been a long time since he’d even wanted to bring someone back to his place. The idea of it before had been far too painful.
That is, before he met Jen.
There was just something about that woman that set him at ease in a way no one else had been able to. Even now he’d been so busy cleaning that when it finally dawned on him just where he was, all he could do was stand in shock.
Eric shook his head. Maybe he still wasn’t ready. Maybe he’d jumped into her arms, and this would all end badly for both of them.
He sighed and dried off his face before heading out of the bathroom. A feeling of trepidation crept over him as he made his way out of the bedroom and into the living room.
Jen sat spread across the loveseat. Her bare feet lay against the cushion as she finished off her beer while watching television. She held a pad of paper in her hand, the same one she had been working on all evening. She spotted him from the corner of the room, and her whole face lit up as if he were the best thing she could possibly see.
All the worries and fears slipped away seeing her there. It was like she was always meant to be there.
Eric made his way over to the couch and sat next to her, his heart thumping in his chest, and warmth filling his body.
“I was just working on—” Jen began, oblivious to the intense emotions filling Eric.
Eric closed the distance between them and kissed her hard. He could hear the paper and pencil as it hit the floor next to him. His tongue swirled in her mouth. After a moment he pulled away and looked into her eyes.
Jen blinked at him several times, then smiled softly.
Eric grabbed the remote and turned off the television. “Let’s talk about that later. For now, let’s go to bed.”
A blush spread across her face, and he loved how it looked on her. He stood, and she followed behind him.
Once they were in the room, Eric stood behind her. Her perfect ass molded itself to his hard cock. He reached in front of her and popped the button on her pants.
With ease the pants slid down her legs and landed on the floor. She stepped out and raised her hands over her head.
Eric complied by pulling her shirt off as well. She’d worn red today. Somehow he’d missed that when they were rushing to get ready.
“That’s a very naughty choice you’ve made for your undergarments,” he mumbled.
The blush grew on Jen’s face as she nibbled her lip. Fuck. He wasn’t even sure she knew exactly what that did to his lower half.
“Do you like it?” she said.
Jen gasped when Eric reached out for her hand and ran it along his painfully hard jeans-clad cock.
“See? Fuck, baby, you’re killing me here.”
Eric was surprised when she stepped forward, her hand now moving freely over his length. Her sweet green eyes watched him.
Jen gave a sly smile. “Well, we can’t have that.”
Eric whipped his shirt off before stepping forward. His mouth closed over hers once again. The kiss was brutal. He kissed her so hard he wondered if they might both have bruises the next day. Still, Jen ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him even harder against her.
He backed her up toward the bed as they kissed and only stopped when her legs met the back of the bed.
Jen fell to the bed with a small pant. In record time, he stripped off the rest of his clothes and was back on top of her, pulling at her bra and panties.
Eric wanted her. More than that, he needed her. Each time was the same. He felt a burning ache that could only be filled by being surrounded in her warmth.
Jennifer groaned as Eric’s rough hands fondled her breasts, pinching and pulling at her sensitive nipples.
His mouth returned to his hers. His tongue delved deep into her mouth in the same way he had plunged into her body earlier. She was wet for him. Her pussy dripped in anticipation as he moved between her legs.
With more strength than she thought she had, Jennifer pushed against his body, rolling them both over as she did so. She pulled back and stared down at his confused face.
“Is something—” Eric started to stay but stopped when she raised herself up a bit.
In one swift movement, Jennifer sank herself down on top of him. Little lighting bolts shot directly to her clit, and she could feel her insides clench around him.
“Fuck,” Eric grunted.
Jennifer suppressed a grin as she lifted herself up a little and slammed herself back down on his hard length.
Eric groaned and arched his back, pushing himself deeper inside of her. She reached out and placed her hands on his strong muscled chest.
She’d never been much attracted to big muscled men, but Eric seemed to break all her preconceived ideas. Maybe that was the problem. She’d spent her life stuck in a very narrow view of what it could be, rather than exploring other opportunities like the man beneath her.
Jennifer moved over him, watching him. His face said far more than she knew he ever would.
Eric looked up at her, his hands against her hips. She slowed down and gave him a small smile.
“Jen,” he said quietly.
She raised a brow. “Yes?” To punctuate her word, she slid down onto him even more slowly.
Beads of sweat started to form along Eric’s chest. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Jennifer shook her head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
A yelp escaped from her as Eric quickly flipped their positions. His firm body now rested over hers.
Jennifer popped out her lower lip in a pout. “Don’t you like having me on top?”
Eric chuckled and placed several kisses against her mouth. She relented and kissed him back.
“You can tease me all night long if you want,” he said, “but I just thought we might both get more satisfaction like this.”
He thrust quickly inside of her, and Jennifer forgot about everything else but the feeling of him. More thrusts followed, and he sped up.
“Jen,” Eric moaned.
His hips slapped hard against hers. The whole time she watched his face as he stared back at her. Faster and faster, he pounded into her. His breathing turned into ragged pants. Jen moaned, her eyes half-closed, her insides fluttering.
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room. Eric changed angles to slam into her even faster. His grunts mixed with her moans. The pleasure swirled with the pressure building in his balls.
His cock swelled, and he grunted as he came deep inside Jen. Eric leaned down and kissed her, his mouth drowning out her own cries as she came around him, her insides trying to milk his seed.
They lay together for a minute, both taking deep breaths and not saying anything.
Jen shook as he slid out of her and wrapped them in his blankets. His warm arm settled over her as he pulled her back against his body.
“Perfect,” Eric mumbled against her ear.
A small smile spread across Jen’s face as she drifted off to sleep.