Lady Luck (Lucky You Book 2 1) (12 page)

    "Kinky huh? I seem to remember a conversation in which we discussed BDSM, particularly bondage. You want to tie me up and have your way with me?"

    "Something
like that. Don’t worry I’ll get you off over and over and over again."

    "Ok. Lets PG this till later, it’s a little weird with my nephew in the room."

    "We’re not done, I have more to say, lets get him to bed I need my bath soon."

    "Oh dirty boy, what am I to do with you? Why don’t you grab me a towel and a clean diaper, I’m almost done with him."

Jordan goes to sleep almost right away, thank the lord.

We tip toe out of their room.

“It’s my turn now, I want my sponge bath.” Jere says as we’re closing the door.

“Okay, lets use the bathroom down stairs, grab the baby monitor, will ya?’ I ask him.

“With pleasure, on one condition, you have to give me a strip show all the way to the bathroom.”

Huh? I’ve never danced, or acted sensual or sexy for a guy before, or really ever. I never had a reason to float around like a dainty feather and dance her little heart out. I played in dirt and mud with my dogs, battled Jax in video game matches and grew up working in the horse stalls shoveling manure before school every morning. By no means, do I have experience in what it takes to be sexy dancer, but I am never a quitter and I will always stand up to a challenge.

“I’ll be honest, I don’t dance, and you’ll end up disappointed anyway.”

“Woman, get this in your head, you are dead sexy, everything you do, is sexy.”

“Tell me, how. What’s sexy about a girl who wears jeans and boots, and never wears a drop of makeup?”

“There’s many things about you that make you sexy. You’ve got a killer personality for one. You’re just so lively and fun to be around. I love that you know your way around power tools, and the proper way to change a tire. I’m blown away sometimes how much you know about life that I don’t. You don’t try to be sexy but in every sense of the word you are. Your body alone turns me hot, add in your kick ass personality, and my body is boiling for you.”

Okay, he definitely sees something in me that no one else has ever seen before, not even when I look into the mirror in the morning, do I see myself as anything remotely sexy. I honestly don’t care most days, but when you have a guy you are seriously having feelings for, you wonder if what you are will ever be enough. At the end of the day, I guess I have the right kind of something that he needs.

I decide to give him what he wants.

“Can you put on some music for me? I really don’t know what I’m doing.”

He puts on Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke, it gives me just the right amount of beat that I begin to bounce along to the song. I start with my flannel, slowing unbuttoning it, walking backward in front of him. Swaying my hips, and playing with both ends of my shirt, I flare open both ends and expose what’s hidden underneath. I’m not wearing a tank top tonight, so my bright white bra plays peek-a-boo, immediately his eyes bulge upon seeing my girls. I love his reaction to me sometimes. Its weird how it can give you that effect of feeling like you are indeed sexy when deep down you know you aren’t.

Shedding the shirt from my shoulders. I wrap it around my hand and swing it around his neck. Pulling him closer to me, I turn around and rub my booty on his front, grinding into his growing hardness. I’m trying my best to give him a sexy show, but yet again I’m doing this based on what I’ve learned in movies.

“Oh shit.” I hear him groan from behind my ear.

I turn back around, squatting down low in front of him, slowly working my way back up.  Reaching for my bra clasp I’m freed a moment later and the bra goes flying behind him, not from my own accord. His loud growl sends chills down my spine.

Jere couldn’t wait a moment more. He yanked it from my body, and pulled me up into his arms, smashing his lips into mine. Pushing his tongue into my mouth punishingly, I open to allow him entry, we battle out our tongue war, each groaning louder than the other.

His arms and limbs are tightening around me crushing me into his body. I can feel his heat and hardness for me.

In this moment I feel the sexiest I ever have been. He couldn’t even wait for me to finish my show. His words were enough for me to start this cat walk show, and now I feel like I could join the pussycat dolls. It gives me a certain type of confidence I didn’t have before.

I can feel that he’s nearly ready to roll right now, judging by the hardness poking into my stomach.

I nearly want to scream and shout that I’m ready to make love to him. My body is craving something I hardly even understand. I pull away from his chest. My thoughts are combatting with desires my body is aching to explore.

“Ah-ah-ah, Jeremiah I’m not done yet, you’re going to want to see the rest.” Yeah I have no idea what that means. But I roll with it.

“Please, do continue.” He says with a slight smirk to his lips.

Now that I’m shirtless, bare from the waist up, I shed my boots, very unsexy like, and then strut around in my jeans, barefoot. I play with the buttons and drop my butt like the girls do in the rap music videos, I start to tug them down and step out of them.

I wore boy shorts today, lacy white boy shorts. I repeat that little dance move again, dropping my ass and slowly pulling back up again.

I hear a sharp intake of breath, and a deep growl from behind me, I trail the wall, repeating the lyrics back to him.

“I know you want it, but you’re a good boy, the way you grab me, must wanna get nasty.” I’m staring back at him, with desire laced all in the smile on my face.

“Oh sweet Jesus. I wanna get nasty.” He groans.

“But you’re already a dirty boy, and I’ve gotta give you a bath to make you clean.”

“Make me clean, and then make me dirty again. Keep dancing for me.” He says.

“So demanding. Give me another song.” I won’t start moving again until he does.

“This song is hot. Sarah loves it, and you’re going to tear it up.”

I’ve never heard this artist before, even with listening to his entire music library.

“Who’s this, I like this song?’

“Christina Aguilera, Dirty. Isn’t it fitting?”

It is kind of hot. I shake my hips to the beat, dipping and swaying, gyrating and twerking in front of him.

I reach for my toes, bending and shaking to the music, I steal a glance between my legs and notice he’s panting and rubbing his junk. A cringing look on his face. I don’t want to put him in pain, but the man practically begged me to do this. I’m only giving him what he asked for.

I get him involved this time. Twirling around him, I reach around his front and unbuckle his belt with one hand and groping his cock through his pants with the other. I pull it through all the belt loops and sling it behind me.

Circling back around to his front, I unbutton his jeans. He helps me tug them down and as soon as clearance allows, his cock springs up.

Does this guy ever wear underwear?

“Just for you. Sweet Lady.” He answers my unspoken question.

Moving my body in front of him, I begin to notice that twerking naked only makes me want to push myself back into him. I’m struggling against what my body desires and what my brain says I should do. Squatting to the ground, I push my ass into him and slowly ride him back up, caressing every inch of him with only my ass cheeks. It gets a little sketchy when I near his cock. I move cautiously, worried he might end up somewhere I’m not quite ready for him to be.

Although, judging by our heights, we’d be a perfect pair for standing doggie style sex.

“You keep that up, and we’re going to be in big trouble, lady. Come on.” He bends and lifts me into his arms, carrying me the rest of the way.

I don’t think we’d make it in time to the shower by the time Jax and Jessa got home if we continued our strip tease in the hallway upstairs. I’m glad he put a stop to it when he did.

We barely took even ten steps in the hallway before I just went with my instincts and started that whole performance.

The shower with him afterwards was hot and not just from the steam of the water.

He made me dirty and then clean, and then dirty again. I gave him just as much attention, swallowing him into the back of my throat, I’ve learned he loves when I moan while he’s implanted so deep, the vibration pulls his balls up, and jerks his cock. Its exciting to see someone you care about losing control.

Chapter 17

Addie

The hardware store increased business, now that its easier to find what shoppers are looking for with the website being up, and with a new specialty selection, and a one of a kind designer available for one on one consultations. It helps both the business and me.

I decided to have a girl’s day of lunch and then shopping with my only sister, Jessa. I’ve been either pulling double shifts at the hardware store or working my tail off at Jeremiahs.

Well at least trying to for the most part. I have to fend him off me sometimes just to change a damn light bulb. He loves to touch and tease me and that sometimes prohibits any work from getting done. That’s why I told him today I needed girl time with my sister. I was hoping he’d understand and he did. That whole conversation just kind of breezed over without any hiccups and it surprised me how we were already so in tune as a couple.

Jessa met up with me at a café near the outlet stores, it serves this pecan and berry salad that I absolutely love. All the ingredients are grown fresh from their garden or from a neighboring farm. It has a spring mix, with grilled chicken slices, strawberries, blue blueberries, and a raspberry vinaigrette, and then its sprinkled with caramelized roasted pecans. Its to die for, I crave it like crazy, I should probably pick up the ingredients and make it for Jeremiah and I sometime. I’m sure he’d love it too.

“Hey girl, how’s it going? I feel like we rarely get to hang out anymore.”Jessa approaches my truck and hops in.

“Well its rare for you to be baby free for an afternoon. What did you have to do to bribe your dad with this time?”

“No bribing, he said he missed them and would like to have some time one on one with them, I asked it I’d be needed and he told me he raised me right, he could take of them for a few hours too. I’m not one to question a babysitter willing to give me a free afternoon. So no more about me, tell me, have things heated up with you and what did you call him last time, Jere Bear.”

“Things are going great, we’re taking our time, getting to know one another, its becoming so much easier to be around him now that I’ve moved in. I’m seriously falling for him, and I’m scared, oh God, I’m so scared, what happens when he walks away. I try to stay positive, and when I’m with him, the negative thoughts fade and my only focus is on him. I’m kind of messed up about him right now, I feel like things are going almost too perfect, that’s why I wanted today with you, all my free time is spent with him, and I love spending time with him, but I’m worried his feelings for me will fade once he gets tired of seeing me all the time.”

“I wouldn’t be worried about that. I’d be more worried about what to wear to knock his socks off. “

“Listen, I’m not really in the mood to go shopping today, can we head to the farmer’s market, and the meat market? I’d like to pick up some things to make for dinner this week.”

“Sure no problem, I already knew you would probably flake on me again. I keep trying to get you to buy your own dresses, but you insist on picking from my closest instead.”

“What can I say, I’m cheap, and I’d rather get what’s free than spend money on something I may never wear again.”

“Oh so you are becoming one of them?”

“One of who?”

“The type of girl who wears an outfit once and then never again wears it again. Me, I would mix it up, add a different sweater or boots, tights or leggings or none at all. I work in fashion, I know how to be versatile.”

“I’m not that type of girl, I just don’t want to invest in a bunch of clothes that aren’t who I am. I dress up for him, but I’m not comfortable, and I don’t want to hurt his feelings but I follow along because to some degree I really like him back. And I want to make him happy.”

“See girl, its all about compromise. Sometimes you have to bite the bullet to keep your man happy.”

We’ve just pulled up as I’m getting out of my F250 truck I notice a Red Beemer that seemed to have followed us here. I remember seeing it circling the parking lot at the outlet mall and now I see it again. That’s too much of a coincidence.

I carry on, just like I normally would. However I keep my sights on the red coupe with a white racing stripes.

My arms are full with two paper sacks full of fresh vegetables and fruit, as we make our way to the car. Jessa stocked up on some staples as well. She wants to make homemade baby food and fresh vegetables are key to the twin’s nutrition. Our next stop is the meat market across the street.