Holy fuck is it hot in here! I can’t ever remember being so hot in my life. Not even in the hottest places on the planet, suited up with fifty pounds of gear have I ever been so overheated, and I knew for damn sure I wasn’t in the desert. Slowly I opened my eyes to make sure the house wasn’t on fire, or that my own skin wasn’t bubbling and crisping under flames. Only my eyes are open and I can’t see shit except a curtain of blonde hair draped across my whole face. Wait…blonde hair? That’s when I felt it, the weight of another person’s body pressed into my side. The sweet honeysuckle scent found its way into my nose and I knew without a doubt.

Jaya.

I don’t know how the hell we ended up like this and I damn sure wasn’t complaining, but curiosity won me over. Moving her hair away from my face, I looked around and noticed we were on the couch. Fully dressed, which disappointingly meant the all-night fuck fest I’d fantasized about hadn’t happened. But I’d like to remember it when it finally does happen.

Right now though, with her plump breasts smashed against me, nipples hard, revealing her braless state, all I could think about was having her. Our legs were tangled up, one strong but delicate hand rested low on my belly, blonde hair everywhere. I had woken up like this many times with Jaya, usually naked, but shit this time felt as good as the first time.

A phone buzzed on the coffee table we bought yesterday, but the sofa was too far away to reach it without waking Jaya. So I laid there with her in my arms, enjoying everything about this moment. Though she hadn’t given me any real indication that she was softening towards me, I could tell. I could feel it happening. She stopped fighting my kisses and threw herself fully into that kiss last night. She didn’t complain about me dropping by, and pretty much forcing her to spend time with me. That was all good, but I wanted more.

A lot more.

The room was silent except for the low hum of the TV and fridge, so I  heard it crystal clear. The sound of a key turning in the lock, the door knob twisting and the door opening. Instincts kicked in, but I knew deep down it wasn’t an intruder, and I needed to be careful of Jaya’s shoulder. But that meant the person walking through the door right now could only be Sharon. And I knew, without her having said a thing, she would not want her mom to find us like this.

Unfortunately, time wasn’t on our side and I couldn’t move without doing it quickly and jostling her. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes at the sound of footsteps drawing near.

“Good morning Sharon.”

She gasped and I tilted my head back as her gaze spun to where we lay, bodies wrapped around one another.

“Colt.”

“Good morning son.” Shit that voice did have me panicking and wiggling, not enough to hurt but enough to wake Jaya.

“Hey ma,” I groaned as Jaya began to move against me.

“What did you say?” She looked at me and down at our bodies entwined on the sofa, completely oblivious to the other two people in the room. “I fell asleep on you again? Damn Colt, sorry.”

“Don’t be sweetheart. At least not yet. First say hello to our mothers.”

I shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as I did when those sleepy green eyes looked up at me and then over the arm of the sofa, widening at the sight of them at the same time her body froze in confusion. I could read Jaya like a book. She wanted to scramble off the couch and put ten feet of distance between us, but her shoulder wouldn’t allow it.

“Mom.? Mrs. Sharpe. What are you guys doing here?”

“Brunch,” Ma answered with a grin that looked far too damn delighted. “And now we don’t even have to invite Colt over.”

Sharon grinned as they both disappeared into the kitchen, whispering and giggling like little girls. I shook my head at them, dreading what they had planned. Instead of focusing on that I turned to Jaya.

“How’s the shoulder?”

“Stiff as shit. I’m not even sure I can move it right now.” Her expression was pinched and her skin paled as evidence of her pain.

Moving off the sofa cautiously, I scooped her into my arms and climbed the stairs, not stopping until we were in her bedroom.

“You need any help getting undressed?” We both knew she did need my help, so I waited, watching as indecision played on her beautiful face.

Finally, she let out a long breath and nodded. “Yes, but please, try not to enjoy it too much.”

With a sly grin, I stepped toward her. “I make no promises.” Not like I could even if I wanted to. Jaya at twenty had been gorgeous, firm and supple. Now she was breathtaking. Perky tits that were a perfect handful with peach tipped nipples that never failed to make my mouth water. Her shirt went off, revealing a chest, shoulders and back covered in light freckles and calling back memories of tracing them with my fingers. My tongue. Small, nipped in waist with visible muscles in her midsection that led to long, lean muscular legs. She was absolutely perfect. “Fuck me Jaya, you are still the most beautiful thing I ever saw.”

I couldn’t help it, not with her standing there in just a small scrap of red lace, chest heaving gently and eyes riveted on mine. Leaning forward I licked a nipple before pulling into my mouth, sucking gently and rolling my tongue around the sweet plump fruit. Her body shook, trembled as I loved her tits, one of her hands speared through my hair to hold me close while she arched towards me.

The sweet fucking sound of her moans had my cock so hard I knew I’d need a long cold shower when we were done.

“Colt.” The sound of my name moaned in passion was something I never thought I’d hear again, and right now it meant she wanted me, wanted this as much as I did. “Yes.”

My hands slid up her hips, cupping her ass and sliding up her slender waist before sliding one hand into those sexy little panties. She was so swollen and wet for me, her slit dripping down my fingers as I thrust in and out of her. Two fingers and then three, coated with her desire, doing all the things my cock wanted to do to her. Soon.

“Come for me Jaya. Please, baby.” I pumped harder, deeper, faster as her pussy clamped around me, pulsing. She was so close. I pulled a plump nipple in and sucked hard, finally sending her over the edge.

“Oh! Yes, Colt! Yes!” My name on her tongue, this time as she flew apart, squeezing and coating my fingers. Making my cock jealous.

“I would love nothing more than to slide my cock deep inside that wet pussy Jaya,” I told her, nibbling her ear while my fingers continued to massage her folds and rub slow circles around her clit.

She said nothing for a long time, head tossed back, eyes closed with a faint pink stain on her cheeks. Then an eternity passed before she let out a whispered, “Yes.”

Fuck, that was the only word I needed to hear from her. I laid her on the bed and pull the red panties down her legs, pushing her thighs open so she was bared wide open to me.

“So pretty and pink,” I told her, tracing a finger over her swollen pussy before slipping a finger inside. I dropped to my knees because I couldn’t resist a quick taste of her, swiping my tongue from her opening to her clit.

“Colt!” Her fingers dug into my scalp as her hips moved against me, fucking my mouth in search of her own pleasure. “God, yes,” she moaned when I nibbled her clit and sucked it hard. “Fuck me!”

Music to my ears. “Are you sure Jaya? There are two matchmaking mamas downstairs.”

She groaned and covered her face with an arm. “You’re right.” Disappointment rose in me when she pushed at my chest and I helped her up. Watching that round ass walk away made me lick my lips. Then she turned.

“They’ll hear the bed, but I think the counter in the bathroom is safe.”

“I like the way you think, babe.” Charging at her like a horny bull with a hard on, I gripped her waist and sat her on the counter, kissing her mouth, her neck and those succulent tits. “Just hang on with this arm,” I told her as I lined our bodies up and slowly sank deep into her pussy, so slick and hot, I couldn’t stifle a groan. “Fuck, Jaya.”

“Colt,” she moaned, gripping the back of my neck and bringing me down for a kiss that shot straight to my cock. My hips worked like a machine, keeping up a fast pace, sliding in deep long strokes that had her moaning and moving her hips in rhythm with mine. “Colt, yes.”

“Fuck it,” I told her as I palmed her ass and lifted her off the counter, pressing her back against the cool wall so I could thrust deeper and harder. “You feel so good. So goddamn tight.” At my words she squeezed around me, licking my neck and biting me. “I need you to come for me.” I couldn’t hold out much longer. She already pulsed around me in tiny little vibrations that had my balls drawing up tight. “Jaya?”

She laughed and kissed me again, so hot and hungry I knew it wouldn’t be long for either of us. “Same time Colt. You know what I like.”

Fuck yeah I did, and I gripped her harder, spreading her apart and thrust so hard, so deep there was no way I didn’t lose a piece of myself in her. And when her pussy gripped me, milked me and her sweet cries sounded in my ears, I knew I wouldn’t stop until Jaya was mine again. Her name was a growl on my lips as she shook in my arms.

“God Jaya, I’d rather stay here.”

Her laugh echoed in the bathroom, the vibrations shot through us both, causing her to tighten around me and my cock to jerk back to life.

“Me too, but we’ve already given them too much to talk about, don’t you think?” We couldn’t get out of brunch now no matter what, so I set her on the counter but blocked her path. “What are you doing? We have to get down there.”

“Jaya.”

“Colt,” she responded, biting back a smile.

“Friday night. You in a dress. I’ll pick you up, show you a good time and maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll put out.”

“A date?” She could barely get the word out.

I nodded and pushed my hips forward, drawing a sexy whimper from her. “A date.”

She wanted to say yes, and I knew we were very close to one. I saw the flicker in her green eyes, that moment she gave in and nodded. “If I say yes will you help me get dressed?”

“I’ll help you either way Jaya. Always.”

We both needed to clean up anyway because I refused to have lunch with Ma smelling like sex. Even if it was sex with Jaya. “Tits that gorgeous should never be covered up though.”

Her eyes softened and she reached up to caress my jaw. “Yes Colt, it’s a date.”

I grinned and kissed her until we were breathless and my knees damn near gave out before breaking the kiss and helping her get clean and dressed.

It was just a first date but to me it was progress.

***

“What smells so good?” I asked as we strolled into the kitchen that smelled like six types of heaven. Bacon was at least four types on its own.

“Brunch,” Ma added with a hint of amusement. “I know you two were gone a long time, but it’s still brunch time.”

Sarah failed at stifling a laugh over by the coffee pot, but at least she tried to make it less awkward. “I love these appliances, so colorful! But Jaya sweetie couldn’t you have chosen one color?”

I didn’t even try to stop the laughter because the look Jaya sent me was so priceless. “Yeah well if you or mister interior designer over here want to buy me appliances you can choose your color.” She eased into a seat that left her arm out of the way of moving targets. “This looks amazing ladies, but what’s the occasion?”

Sarah smiled at her daughter so full of love. “Housewarming breakfast sweetie. We figured you wouldn’t want to cook, but it looks like you two have it covered.” Her smirk said it all, she thought we were back together.

“I have to eat, don’t I?”

“Of course,” Ma and Sarah answered at once.

“Let’s eat then, shall we?” I took the seat beside Jaya, regaling our mothers with stories of our shopping trips while they laughed and smiled and pretended not to pay attention to how quiet and withdrawn Jaya had gotten. “She tapped out yesterday before we got to things that would make this place homey.”

“Oh honey I can grab a few things. Some blankets and throw pillows, maybe a few paintings to hang on the wall.” Sharon beamed at the idea and I knew she was as happy as me to have Jaya home again.

“Sure Mom, just don’t go crazy. No flowers and no yellow. I don’t want bright colors, stick to the theme of the house.” Her tense shoulders relaxed and her expression softened. “Thank you.”

Everyone relaxed and I slung an arm around the back of her chair and smiled. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“You have no idea,” she groaned and stole a slice of bacon from my plate. “This is great bacon Mrs. Sharpe.”

Sharon frowned. “And just how do you know its not my bacon?”

“Because she always makes it perfectly crisp. No burnt edges and no soggy middle. No offense Mom.”

Sharon rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, leaning back. Her and Ma shared a look I couldn’t decipher but the sliver of unease that slid down my back told me they were about to do some serious damage to the progress I’d made with Jaya upstairs.

“So,” Sharon began and let a long pause settle between us.

“What Sharon is saying is, you two were asleep. Together.”

“Nothing gets past you Ma.” If they thought they could bully us the way they did when we were younger, they were sorely mistaken. “We went shopping, had some food and fell asleep on the sofa. That’s all you get. Both of you.”

“You’re no fun Colt. I raised you better than that.”

“Apparently not,” I told her and gave her my most charming smile. “Now is that quiche I smell in the oven?”

Both women jumped up and began shuffling around the kitchen putting more things onto plates and pulling several dishes from the oven. Jaya put a hand on my thigh and grinned.

“Thank you,” she mouthed with a smile that made me want to lean over and kiss her again and again. And again.

“Anytime Jay-Jay. Anytime.”