Chapter 11
Jonah didn’t want to admit that Carla was right. He did get his feet all cut up. Not badly enough that he needed stitches, but badly enough that she had to go hunting in her great aunt’s bathroom for a first aid kit.
He’d brought her to her room, and he’d intended to give her some space to process what had happened downstairs. Hell, he needed space to get his head screwed on right. Even thinking the word screwed had his cock filling with blood. Thinking about anything that could even be tangentially related to sex around Carla was hazardous to his cock.
But, given the fact that the tile floor in Carla’s room looked like a crime scene, he’d sat on her bed when she’d ordered him to. While she was out of the room, he tried to fast-track his thought process.
Carla had knocked him on his ass. He hadn’t expected her, but he was grateful they were stuck here together. Maybe, when she was home and he took a trip stateside, they could see each other again. He’d just have to make that happen because not having her ride him while pinching her sweet nipples until she panted was no longer an option. He needed to have her, and he didn’t want to think about never having the opportunity to be inside her.
She had him so filled with adrenaline that he didn’t even feel the pain of his injuries. He’d almost forgotten about them when she walked in with a first-aid kit—and a box that looked like a condom box but couldn’t possibly a box of condoms.
The saucy smile on her face told him that he might not be hallucinating. He started to stand before he remembered himself.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“You’ll sit down and let me fix your feet if you want to find out.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He plopped back down on the bed and she knelt in front of him, which did not help him stop thinking about that box of condoms.
She looked up at him, the Devil dancing in her eyes. “Stop thinking about putting that big cock in my mouth.” The cock in question wanted to be right there, between her soft lips.
“So that’s off the table now that there are condoms?”
“No, but you’re bleeding. I’m not going to give you a blow job while you’re bleeding all over the floor.” She lifted his foot and doused it with antiseptic spray. He winced at the burn, pulling his foot back in. Carla tugged back. “If you can’t act like a big boy, fellatio is indeed off the table.” That made him stop fighting her touch.
She looked at the soles of his feet and grimaced. “You don’t have too many splinters.” She picked up a set of tweezers. He wondered if they could still use those condoms if she saw him cry like a toddler. “Good thing you have tough soles.”
She’d thrown on a T-shirt that barely covered her ass before she’d gone for the medical supplies. “It would help if you took your top off while performing surgery. I need a distraction.”
“Remember what I said about being a big boy?” She leveled a brief glare at him that would make his third grade teacher proud before returning to her task. She was gentle and deft in her movements. Each splinter she pulled out only stung a bit.
“How did you get so good at first aid?”
“I thought I wanted to be a nurse for a hot minute.”
“You did—ouch—really?”
“Yeah, but like I said, I’m not very good at math. I couldn’t keep up in the first-level classes.”
“So you became an interior designer?”
She nodded, pursing her lips before pulling out another shard. “There’s really not enough light in here to do this. I hope I can get it all.”
“You like your job.”
“I do.” She spread her hand over her stomach in a gesture of self-defense. “I’m sure you think it’s dumb and unnecessary. Why make places beautiful when there’s real suffering in the world?”
Before spending time with Carla, he would have dismissed her career as something people with nothing important to do did—like wedding photographers. But he was really curious. Why would someone like Carla—someone with brains and organizational talent—want to haul a trunk full of fabric swatches around instead of helping people?
“I don’t think you do it for a frivolous reason.”
“You don’t?” She stopped, tweezers poised. “I think people deserve to live in beautiful places. I think it helps people get through the real difficulties of life to have an orderly, aesthetically pleasing place to come home to after being out in the world.”
That made him think about his apartment in New York. It was tiny, dingy, and he was barely ever there. When he was home—if he could indeed call it that—he was itching to leave almost as soon as he sat on his tattered couch. He had nothing there. No one to share it with. “I can see what you mean.”
“All done with that one.” She switched feet and came at him with the Satan-spawned antiseptic again. This time, he closed his eyes and imagined sucking on her nipples while she rode him. “You’re being a very good patient. You are so going to get a treat for this.”
“Am I?” He bit his bottom lip as she tugged a shard of glass out of the ball of his foot. It stung like a bitch. “You know you’d be a lot more convincing if you were wearing a candy-striper uniform.”
“Oh, you have a thing for caregivers, do you?” He opened his eyes in time to see her smile at him, raising one eyebrow. “You want a sponge bath after we’re done here?”
He shook his head, needing her to be done as soon as possible. “No, I have plans for that box.” He tipped his chin at the nightstand, grinning back at her.
“Well, for now, lie back and think of England.”
* * * *
When she got the last of the glass out of Jonah’s foot, she thought about trying to find a mop to clean up the blood all over the floor for about a few seconds. Just until he pulled her up onto the bed with him. In the process, her T-shirt hiked up, and his hands moved under it, caressing her lower back.
He could turn her on without even making it look like trying. The barest of touches and she softened and opened for him. The idea that she would get to feel him inside her soon had her squirming against him.
Thank goodness for her great aunt’s hopping sex life. She’d done a gleeful little dance, cutting it short only to dig bloody glass out of Jonah’s foot. It would be hard for him to fuck her all night if any of his wounds got infected. Gangrene wasn’t sexy at all.
“You want to get up and get those condoms so I can have my treat?” The smile in his voice was infectious. She winked at him.
“I was thinking more along the lines of a lollipop.” He flipped her over on her back and tugged her top the rest of the way off. She palmed his cock through his boxers, feeling a damp spot on the fabric. He grunted. “Did getting glass pulled out of your foot turn you on? You’re a dirtier boy than I thought.”
“I did what you told me to do. I might have been lying down, but I was most certainly not thinking of England.”
She spread her legs, making room for his hips. He pumped against her, his frame moving smoothly, seemingly without effort. He might be a big guy, but he wasn’t a lunk by any means. He reminded her of a tiger. Sleek and large. Even though he’d done everything he could to make her comfortable, there was nothing domesticated about him.
“What were you thinking about?” She’d barely got the question out before he brushed his still-clothed cock against her bare clit. She gasped, still sensitive. But she wanted more. She felt like she’d been asleep below the belt for years. Now that she was awake, she wanted to gorge on this man. She might be greedy, and she might have eyes bigger than her vagina, but she didn’t care.
“I wasn’t thinking about dry humping you.”
“Then why are we wasting time on this?” He ground into her, and she made an eep sound.
“You call this a waste of time? I wish I had all the time in the world to show how I’d like to waste your time.”
She didn’t even resent the reminder that they were only a temporary thing because it got her to push at his shoulders. “I think we need those condoms now.”
Almost reluctantly, he rolled to his side. When she got off the bed, she could feel him scrutinizing her ass. He was so an ass man. She put an extra bit of sway in her step on the way to the nightstand, moving slowly. But she took a running jump to get back to him.
He caught her and set her on the bed beside him.
She tore the plastic off the box like she’d torn the paper off her Teletubbies dolls at age four. She might not have been this excited since then. Not when she’d made her debut, not when she’d graduated from college, not even when she’d gotten engaged.
The idea that she was going to get to have sex with Jonah Kane after laboring under the belief that fingering was as good as it got was quite possibly the best thing to ever happen to her. He might not share it as a pinnacle experience. Hell, he’d probably peaked Everest and Kilimanjaro. His life was all excitement, all the time. But, when he nearly shredded his boxer briefs while removing them, she reminded herself that she was probably a peak experience for his dick. And that would just have to be enough.
She sat facing him while applying the condom, carefully. They should probably use the large size, but it covered most of it. And that would have to do.
He grunted in frustration at her taking her time. He looked at the strip of uncovered flesh and said, “I don’t have anything. I get checked a lot because of all the travel. My last test is recent.”
“Neither do I, but I’m not on birth control.” They’d talked about everything else sexual, so this conversation was easy-peasy. “It’s not the right time, but we should still use these.”
“Of course. I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.” Of course he hadn’t. That just wasn’t how Jonah rolled. He demanded enthusiastic consent before engaging in all variety of filthy and depraved acts on kitchen counters and floors. He was a pervert with a heart of gold. A pussy pirate with a code. She laughed. “Are you laughing at safe sex?”
“No, I was thinking about fucking you if you had an eye patch and a peg leg.”
“Well, you saved me from gangrene, so the peg leg isn’t likely.” She ran her finger over the scar running through his brow. “The eye patch could probably be arranged.”
The “if we had more time” was implied.
“I don’t think we need the eye patch.”
“Argh, matey.” He smiled and she cackled.
“Stop that. She’s going to dry up if you call her matey.”
“Who’s going to dry up?” He pushed her back on the bed and scooted down her body. “Your pussy likes me too much to dry up from a bad joke. And she is my little matey.” He was right. Nothing he said was turning her off.
“I think I liked it better when you were calling me princess.”
She looked down her body to where he was poised between her legs. He moved them wider, wide enough for his hips, before swooping down for another kiss.
They definitely hadn’t kissed enough because she could never get enough of kissing him. His mouth could do pornographic things to her mouth just as deftly as it had made his “little matey” into his love slave.
The lights flickered and went out, but he didn’t stop. It was full dark, and with nothing left to do but feel him moving against her, they toggled from joking to deadly serious desire in a matter of seconds.
He hovered at her entrance, waiting for her to welcome him inside. From holding it in her hand and sneaking stares at his hard-on all night, she knew it was big. But neither of those things prepared her for how full he would make her feel when he was all the way inside her.
He wasn’t just having sex with her there; he was inside her everywhere. It was so overwhelming she was thankful that he stayed still for a few moments, until she arched her back and pumped her hips using the leverage of her heels on the bed.
“See, your pussy likes me, princess.” He pulled out, and her muscles went lax. “That’s it.” He pushed back inside her and stayed again. “She’s been wanting this since I opened that door.”
“So cocky, Jonah.” She couldn’t deny it now that his cock moved inside her so perfectly. “You are definitely a pirate.”
He grabbed her backside. “I’m definitely all about this booty.”
Her laugh was caught short when he pumped inside her from a new angle. “Stop joking and do that again.”
“Princess, I can do both at the same time. I’m a multitasker.” On the next stroke, his pelvic bone hit her clit and she choked on her snarky come back. “How about you multitask and rub your clit for me.”
“Ay, Ay, Captain.”
She did as she was told, and she clenched around him. She felt like her cells were rearranging themselves around him with every stroke. It wasn’t an out-of-body experience. She was right there, and she felt everything. But sex with Jonah was otherworldly.
Something inside him shifted because his strokes became less calculated and more instinctive. They might be in the missionary position, but there was nothing boring about what they were doing right now.
She wrapped each leg around one of his, needing to keep him closer to her. Between their bodies, she rubbed herself harder and faster, needing this orgasm more than she’d needed the previous ones. He followed her lead and stroked harder and faster until they were both panting.
He muttered words like perfect, beautiful, princess, yes. And when she came, the cells that he’d moved around didn’t fall back together like they had been before. Watching him come and tell her she was amazing changed their configuration forever.