Jessie Slaymaker's Non-Existent Love Life (The Jessie Slaymaker Series) (7 page)

‘Where else would I be?’ he asked in that plain tone of his.

‘Oh, I don’t know. I thought you might have run away already, seeing as you woke up next to a monster this morning,’ she replied, trying to sound jokey while she rummaged through a drawer. Even to her own ears her voice was strained. She willed herself to calm down and relax. She’d had a man in her bed before. She couldn’t exactly remember
when
, but it had happened on a number of previous occasions, so there was absolutely no excuse for her to be so immature and girlish about it now.

‘I thought you looked cute,’ he said simply. She turned briefly to look at him and caught his eye as he looked up from his phone. Yep, still plenty of naked torso on show. Jessie started to think about what was below the sheet that she couldn’t see. She smiled shyly at him and then distracted herself with more drawer-rummaging. What she was looking for, she wouldn’t have been able to say. There was a reason why she normally had alcohol nearby when she was in a confined space with semi-naked men. Sober, and she got all flustered and found it impossible to concentrate on even the simplest of tasks.

‘Are you wearing knickers?’ came the question which stopped her in her tracks. She turned slowly around to look at him.

After a pause while she considered what to say and do, she replied,

‘No, are you?’ She couldn’t help smiling. She wasn’t normally this brazen with men she hardly knew—or with men she actually
did
know, for that matter. Well, she had been once, at the wedding two weeks earlier, but that was an exception. A large part of her hoped he wasn’t wearing anything under the covers. The brazenness had just full-out pervaded her that morning.

‘I can’t remember. Why don’t you come over here and find out?’ Jessie smiled and let the cheesy line slide just this once. Her attention, although still noticing the smooth naked torso, was also aware of something else in her field of vision. Something around his pelvic region which seemed to be lifting up her bedsheets.

She unconsciously licked her lips and walked almost involuntarily to the side of the bed within reach of him. She went to touch his chest. They both noticed her hand was trembling slightly. He took her hand and slowly pulled her into the bed with him. Jack held her body close and ran his hand over her nightshirt until he reached the skin on her leg. He then continued running his hand up her body against her bare skin.

‘No knickers,’ he said as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. She broke away and felt along the length of his body, checking for any sign of his own underwear. Her hand brushed against his bare hard cock.

‘No knickers,’ she repeated, kissing him hungrily.

Chapter 21

Jack began expertly undoing the buttons on her nightshirt before peeling it off her in double-quick time. He’d never seen her totally naked before, and he took a moment to let his eyes rove over the soft fullness of her breasts and her hard nipples, before casting his eyes lower down her smooth flat stomach and towards the place he really wanted to go.

He effortlessly scooped her onto her back and rested her against the pillows. He then lay the length of his lean body against her and kissed her again on the mouth before moving slowly onto her neck. When he felt her neck had been kissed enough, he moved, in turn, to each of her beautiful breasts—cupping each one in his hand while he sucked her nipples to an even greater state of erectness.

She moaned softly, and writhed seductively beneath him, her body telling him she was enjoying herself. He loved the feel of her skin against his. Jack could feel his own hardness growing against her stomach, and he wanted nothing more than to enter her right then. He ignored his own impatient urges and continued working his way south, down her body. When he’d finished with her breasts, he traced his tongue down her abdomen before he slid himself farther down the bed and gently pushed her legs apart.

He gently began to lick her, tasting her and smelling her unique aroma. Her moans became louder, and he could feel her grinding her pelvis into him. He held her thighs wider apart and pushed his tongue deeper inside her. He could feel her vibrations intensify as she came.

Jack found himself so turned on, turning her on like this; he was surprised by this discovery. He hadn’t enjoyed pleasuring a woman in this way for a long time. Sex had been a selfish endeavour from his point of view since he’d been in China. The women he’d been with hadn’t been overly comfortable with his attempts to concentrate on them, and he’d quickly given up on that side of sex. With Jessie, he’d rediscovered how sexy it was to see a woman getting off without the full act of intercourse. He remembered that he liked to play. He definitely liked to play with Jessie anyway, and she seemed to be a willing partner.

When she’d come, she sank back into her pillows and sighed a thank-you. Jack moved up the bed, returning to her side, and licked her juices from his mouth. He waited patiently for Jessie to make the next move. Either she would order him to go and brush his teeth, or continue their playfest. He didn’t have to wait long. She half sat up, letting her hair and breasts cascade onto his chest, as she drove her tongue into his mouth, tasting herself deeply on him.

‘Give me your tongue,’ she managed to say through the passionate kissing. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it hard. It made him catch his breath, and the symbolism of her sucking his tongue wasn’t lost on him. She began stroking his cock to the same rhythm of what she was doing to his tongue.

‘Fuck, I could come like this,’ he groaned.

‘Then come,’ she said simply. ‘On me.’

‘Fuck,’ he groaned more loudly, trying to control himself.

‘If you don’t want to come yet, then you’d better get in me,’ she commanded, as she rolled off him and went up onto all fours. Jack didn’t need inviting twice.

He got a condom on and was behind her quickly. He fingered her for a moment, releasing her wetness again, and slowly slid inside her. From this angle she was so tight. So sexy. Fucking sexy. He thrust in and out of her rhythmically, feeling his climax build.

‘I need to come,’ he exclaimed, rubbing her clitoris with his fingers again. He felt her tighten on him again as her own climax got closer.

‘I’m coming,’ she gasped. ‘Come in me now,’ she almost ordered him, prompting him to be a good boy and release himself inside her.

They collapsed back onto the bed, a mass of tangled limbs and sweat. Satisfied. What a great weekend so far, Jack thought to himself. He wondered what Sunday would have in store for them.

Chapter 22

Jessie was in shock. In shock from some amazing Sunday-morning orgasms. In shock because the man who had given them to her had made her eggs and coffee. She was starving, having worked up a larger-than-normal appetite.

They were both sat at her kitchen counter chowing down on their breakfast, taking it in turns to ask each other questions about their lives.

‘Why’d you come back from China?’ Jessie asked Jack through a mouthful of toast.

‘I don’t know,’ he replied. ‘My turn.’

‘Hey hey, that’s not a proper answer. Humour me?’ she probed, smiling sweetly.

‘Okay. I came back for a few reasons, I guess. I’ve been away for a long time and I wanted to see if I could have a life here again. I came back for my family, my mum. To keep an eye on that big brother of mine.’ Jessie’s face tensed slightly at the mention of Charlie, and she focused her attention on putting more butter on her toast.

‘I’m not even sure I’m back for good, really,’ he added. Jessie felt her face drop automatically. She felt him look sideways at her. She hoped he wasn’t reading too much into her facial expressions. She felt unsure about so many things.

‘My turn now. I want to see you again, so when are you free?’ he asked in his straightforward manner.

‘Oh yeah, right. I’m sure you do, with me dressed like a scrubber and snoring and drooling all over you. I can’t for the life of me think why,’ she answered, shaking her head.

‘You’re serious, aren’t you?’ she asked, when he didn’t say anything. Why she found it so surprising that someone would actually like her, she didn’t know. She was especially surprised to hear this request coming from someone like Jack, who she was quickly coming to realise was in a totally different league from her. He’d travelled, lived abroad, spoke numerous languages, seemed to be pretty well off… not to mention he was in possession of some pretty spectacular bedroom skills.

‘Look, I’ve been away for a long time. It’s like I’m starting here all over again. I don’t know as many people here anymore, and I could always use a friend who’s as good in the sack as you,’ he said cheekily. ‘And someone who snores as loudly as you do, of course,’ he said, softening his tone.

‘I like spending time with you, so it’s quite reasonable in my mind to want to spend some more time with you. Crazy bugger that I am!’

‘I’ll think about it,’ Jessie replied flirtatiously. ‘But right now I have a tonne of work to do, so you have to stop distracting me, or I’ll get in your brother’s bad books.’ It was Jack’s turn to look put out at the reference to his brother. Good one, Jessie. She sighed, realising she’d put her big foot in it. She got up, grabbed his hand, and led him towards the front door before she could do any more damage.

‘I’ve had a good time, and thank you for dinner and breakfast,’ she said sincerely, looking into his gorgeous dark eyes. Still holding his hand, she went up on her tiptoes and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. He immediately pulled her back to him and kissed her passionately, making her wonder why she was chucking him out in the first place. Work. Yes, she had work to do. Lots of work. Not kissing.

Jack seemed to sense her indecision and released her. He began to open the front door and then turned to her again.

‘Don’t be thinking too long about spending time with me. I know where you live.’ He smiled broadly at her and then opened the door.

Chapter 23

As Jack opened the door, Jessie was shocked to see Tom standing there on her doorstep, his hand poised to ring the doorbell. She felt her face freeze in place.

‘Hello stranger,’ Tom said to Jessie, filling the silence.

‘Hey Tom, how’s things? You remember Jack, don’t you? From the wedding? Charlie’s brother,’ Jessie babbled. The two men shook hands and they all stood awkwardly, not sure what to say or do next.

‘So anyway Jack, thanks for stopping by, tell Charlie I really appreciate the rewrites he gave you to pass on to me. Have a nice Sunday and guess I’ll see you around… sometime. Bye,’ she said, practically pushing Jack out the door and turning fast on her heel towards the kitchen.

‘Jessie,’ Tom called after her, chasing her down the hall.

‘Coffee?’ she asked, her smile too wide and her voice too high for comfort.

‘What was all that about?’ he prodded her, literally and metaphorically.

‘What? Nothing. Just Jack being helpful and bringing over some work from Charlie,’ she rattled off.

‘At ten o’clock on a Sunday morning?’ Tom asked, raising an eyebrow, looking sceptical.

‘What can I say? The man’s an early riser, no crime in that,’ she defended, pulling out some coffee mugs.

‘Company last night?’ Tom asked, nodding at the pair of wine glasses by the sink. Dammit, Jessie thought to herself, turning to see what he was looking at. She’d been doing so well with the fibs, only to be foiled by the bloody wine glasses at the last second. Amateur.

‘Are you seeing that Jack guy?’ Tom asked, studying her face.

‘No,’ she snapped too quickly. Tom gave her a
do you think I was born yesterday?
look.

‘Well, not really. I don’t know what’s going on with Jack,’ Jessie sighed, giving up on trying to hide things from Tom.

‘He’s a nice guy and he’s shown an interest in me,’ she added, slumping down at the kitchen counter.

‘What about Charlie?’ Tom asked, finishing the coffee-making. ‘Charlie, whom I thought you were so in love with.’

‘Well, he’s not exactly been knocking on my door, like, ever, has he? And I thought you hated Charlie.’

‘You know I’m not his biggest fan, but going after his brother… is that really the best thing for you right now?’

‘Well I don’t know Tom, what would Freud say? That because I can’t get my first choice, I’m going after the little brother as compensation? Or maybe I’m just trying to make Charlie jealous? Or maybe, I’m not doing any of the above, and it’s Jack who’s chasing after me, and it has nothing to do with Charlie in the slightest!’ Jessie ranted at him.

‘Don’t have a go at me. I’m just looking out for you.’

‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I didn’t mean to take my frustrations out on you. I’m just tired and stressed right now. And that man is complicating my life.’

They both took big swigs of their coffee and Jessie took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down. She didn’t know why she was being so short with Tom. It was Jack who was throwing spanners in the works, left, right and centre. Before he came along she was committed to a long life of lusting after Charlie and biding her time. Two encounters with the Jackmeister and her head was in a spin.

‘Are you taking me out for the day then?’ she asked him cheekily, deciding to toss aside her plan of working. The third Sunday of the month was generally their catch-up day. Not that Jessie had actually remembered this month. She’d had other things on her mind that morning.

‘Of course, mon amie, where would you like to go?’

‘How about a drive out to the country, a walk, and a cosy pub for lunch?’ Jessie suggested.

‘You’re on,’ he replied, grinning at her.

‘And let’s not talk about a certain pair of siblings, okay?’ she added, looking him directly in the eye for the first time that morning.

‘That’s most certainly a deal,’ he said, sounding relieved.

Chapter 24

Tom did not feel happy. Although he’d left things with Jessie on good terms, and they’d spent a fun Sunday together, he still felt unsettled. As he drove home, he thought about nothing else other than Jessie. She’d been lovely at lunch once she’d finally relaxed. She was fun and clever with a cheeky sense of humour. A perfect Sunday of companionship. So why was he unsettled and slightly miffed? Tom forced himself to pose some pertinent questions and admit some things that he’d been trying to deny for a while now. He’d been so looking forward to seeing Jessie today, but that mood had vanished when he’d encountered Jack on his way out the door.