The Perfect Storm (The Blake Boys Book 6) (10 page)

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sam ran her hand through his hair. “I think we should talk about this.”

“OK.” J.J. rolled her over onto her back.

“Maybe we should do this standing up like two rational adults and out of the view of the horses. I think we have an audience.” She moved her head in the direction of the stallions.

“I like where we are just fine.” He nipped at her earlobe. “So I guess this concludes the audit? You said the ranch was the last property to be inspected.”

“Yes, it does.”

“This also means that we won’t be working together anymore, so there’s no more conflict of interest?”

“In a way. I still work for your family.”

“Correction, you work for Regency, who works for my family.” J.J. furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yes, that’s also true.”

“So we won’t have direct contact anymore. I can turn the duties back over to Bubba. End of conflict.”

The smell of his woodsy cologne was traveling up Sam’s nose. It was hard to concentrate when those damn intense green eyes were peering into her soul.

“I just want you to know I’m not the kind of woman who jumps into bed with someone. That night in my kitchen was a bit of a surprise. I haven’t felt those kinds of carnal feelings for someone in a long time.”

“So are you saying if you hadn’t been called away to work, I could have gotten lucky?” He stroked his chin.

“I was leaning toward an idiotic, hard yes, but I’m glad we were interrupted. I don’t think it would have been wise to rush things. My professional reputation was at hand, and it’s been a hard row for me to hoe. Being constantly in my father’s shadow, and all. I didn’t want you to lose respect for me.”

“The last thing I’d ever want is make you feel uncomfortable, or put your reputation at risk. I feel there’s something between us that I’d like to explore, but I totally respect that your career comes first.” J.J. stood up abruptly and held out his hand to help her.

“You mean that?”

“Yes.

The sincere look on his face told her that he was serious. He was willing to abandon the attraction they felt so she could do her job? Well, that sucked.

She didn’t want an upstanding man who was conscientious of the situation, she wanted someone who could convince her to follow her heart.

She huffed. “That’s all I get? Some sincere, understanding bull crap? I thought you’d try harder.”

“Well, there’s always plan B.” J.J. pulled her into his arms and kissed her with all he had.

CHAPTER SEVEN

They were barely back inside his parent’s house when J.J. picked her up and pressed her against the wall, placing kisses all over her while she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel the bulge in his pants and looked forward to the pleasures yet to come. Sam caught his face with her hands and looked at him.

“Last chance to opt for the sincere, understanding bull crap,” he murmured.

Sam laughed and nipped at lip, then kissed along his jawline as he carried her upstairs into his bedroom.

He kicked the door closed with his foot and plopped her down on the spacious bed. Sam watched as he removed his boots and shirt, revealing that well defined chest she’d imagined beneath those expensive suits. J.J. covered her body with his, and the excitement grew within her as she watched him slowly undo her buttons and remove her blouse. Then he unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms.

“So soft.” J.J. smiled.

Sam closed her eyes as his rugged hands roamed her body. She tried to touch him too but he captured her hands and placed them above her head with one of his. He kneaded her breasts before taking a taut nipple into his mouth. The methodical, languid strokes of his tongue felt too good for words. He unzipped her jeans and slipped his fingers beneath her lace panties, then caressed her clitoris with his thumb. Gently, he inserted two fingers into her. Ripples of sensation rocked her as he increased his strides, and she could feel the climax coming too fast, too soon. She wanted the feeling to last as long as it could.

How long had it been since she was last with a man? It had been a while. How long had it been since she’d been with a man who made her body feel like a live wire? Never. She tried to wiggle away from his hand, to get him to slow down. He broke contact with her breast but continuing his manipulations of her clit.

“Wait,” she breathed.

“Relax, Samantha, and let go. I promise to make you come as many times as you want.” J.J. leaned in for a searing kiss.

She did as he said and felt like she’d left achieved some sort of sexual nirvana. Before she could come down from the explosive wave of pleasure, J.J. had started priming her for the next one.

“Why aren’t you naked?” was all she could manage to say.

“Patience.” He grinned.

Sam lifted up as J.J. removed her jeans. As soon as his tongue made contact with her clitoris, she grabbed a fist full of his hair. He flicked his tongue rapidly across her clit as he inserted three fingers this time into her and slid them back and forth. She reached a fevered pitch again and climaxed. J.J. took his time and lapped up her juices before standing up. He was sporting a very satisfied smirk for someone who claimed he didn’t get any action. She reached for the snap on his jeans, but again he stopped her.

“Samantha, what did I tell you?” He leaned over her with a hand on each side of her.

“You have too many clothes on.”

Sam squirmed as J.J. removed his jeans and boxers then reached pulled a condom out of the drawer of the nightstand. Giving him an appreciative once over she understood why he took the time with the lengthy foreplay. He was getting her ready for him. She’d suspected he was well endowed when she rubbed him through his pants but she’d grossly underestimated his girth.

When he kneeled on the bed and slipped on a condom, Sam closed her eyes and braced herself for impact. But she opened them when he stilled. He was looking at her, that’s when she knew she was in more trouble that she could probably handle.

She gripped the comforter to anchor herself as he skillfully delved into her, the powerful upward thrusts making her move a little each time. She leaned forward for a kiss and he met her half way, sweeping her tongue into his mouth. It was too much, yet not nearly enough, and it was clear he was in charge of everything. She didn’t like it, but she wasn’t about to stop him and tell him. When she felt the next climax coming on, she grabbed hold of him and rolled, sending them both onto the floor.

* * *

J.J.’s body was still buzzing as he lay in bed, listening to the melodic sounds of Sam’s soft breathing. He ran his hand along the smooth curve of her hip and continued his journey upward until he reached her collar bone. That was when he saw it—a circular scar on her shoulder. He ran his fingers across it. The texture of the wound was different from the rest of her skin.

She shifted and tried to move but he pulled her back to his side, locking her in place.

“It’s getting late. I should get going,” she murmured.

“Stay with me tonight,” J.J. whispered against her temple.

“How would it look if your family saw me?”

“I’ll tell them you were checking under the bed for monsters.” He chuckled, remembering what Seth had said earlier.

“I’m debating about jumping out the window to go home.” She propped her chin up on his chest.

“That won’t be necessary.” He traced her lips with his finger.

She looked around the room at the shelves that still held his high school memorabilia. “You were quite the athlete in school.”

“I don’t know why my momma insists on keeping this stuff on display.” He put a hand behind his head.

“She’s proud of your accomplishments. My mom has the bow I used to win my first archery competition mounted on the wall.” She giggled.

“You are not a traditional woman, Samantha Jane.” J.J. laughed.

“Did you choose your legacy or did your legacy choose you?”

J.J. let out a deep sigh. “I always had a natural affinity for sports. Football felt right to me the first time I picked up a ball, and I didn’t put it down until I injured my knee.”

“Am I hurting your knee?” Sam tried to untwine her leg from his.

“I’m fine.” He kissed her.

“I was watching that game. My heart went out to you. That must have been excruciating pain.” She stroked his face.

“So that kindness and concern I felt was coming from you?”

“Me and a million other sports fans.” She nestled closer to him. “I’m glad you were able to come back from that.”

“Well, not exactly. I did have to retire from the game.”

“Yeah but I bet the retirement preserved your quality of life. Something so life changing would have devastated the average person. You funneled that energy into running your family’s company. It’s not about what you do so much is how you harness that energy in you to succeed. I’m sure you didn’t think you’d be a football player all your life.”

“At the time I couldn’t see past the age of thirty.”

“I think you sold yourself short with that limited thinking.” She sat up and stretched. “I’m hungry. Would you have anything to snack on?”

“I think I can do better than a snack.”

“How about a Denver omelet like one you made when we were in Colorado?” She rubbed her tummy.

“Whatever the lady wants.” J.J. wrapped Sam in his shirt, slipped on his jeans, and they headed downstairs.

He was much better in the kitchen, thanks to his mother. Cooking lessons gave them time to talk when he came home from work. He wanted to be independent in every way in his new home, and cooking was a necessary skill. J.J. got out two beers and proceeded to get ingredients he needed for the omelet. She searched the drawers for a whisk and retrieved cooking utensils and a skillet from the overhead hanging rack. Once he got into the groove of preparing the meal, he looked up to see her staring at him.

He kissed her. “What’s on your mind?”

“I had a great time today getting acquainted with your family. It was fun. You have the most adorable nephews.” She took a sip of her beer.

“You mean your new boyfriends? Connor got to second base with you.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing.” She laughed.

“Connor is a Blake. He’s just testing the waters.” J.J. added the ham, onions, bell peppers and cheddar cheese to the skillet.

“Maybe Regency should start a file on the second generation of Blake boys too. The kiddy chronicles.”

“It’s probably a good idea. I just hope they’ll be better behaved than me and my brothers.” J.J. slid the huge omelet out of the pan and onto a plate so they could share.

“One can only hope.” She sighed.

Sam leaned on the counter and the shirt she was wrapped in opened a bit. There was that scar again.

“Did you get shot in the line of duty?” He stroked his thumb over the area.

“Yes.” She took a bite of the omelet.

He stilled. He hadn’t expected her to answer so honestly. “What happened?”

“Got into a shootout with a robbery suspect. Luckily I had my vest on and it helped stop bullets from hitting vital organs.”

“Is that why you quit the force?” He looked at her.

“No. Someone I loved, who was also a cop, was killed in the line of duty that day. He died trying to protect me.” She stopped chewing.

The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. “How long were you two together?”

“Five years.”

“I’m so sorry you lost him.” He caressed her hand.

She gripped his in return. “Thanks.”

“Can we talk about it?” He asked.

“Maybe another time.”

“Fair enough. Will you stay with me tonight?”

“Only if you make love to me again.”

“That is a given.” He picked her up and headed for the bedroom.

J.J. made it as far as the staircase when Sam reached into his jeans and began stroking him as she trailed kisses down his neck.

“If you keep that up we won’t make it to my bedroom,” he groaned.

J.J. placed her on the step and leaned in for a kiss. Sam jammed her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer. He gently laid her against the steps and unbuttoned the shirt, exposing her gorgeous body to him. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked gently at first, but his patience was wearing thin. He increased the pressure and took more of her breast into his mouth. The sexy noises she made only spurned him to give equal attention to the other breast.

“You think you’ll get grounded if your parents caught us right now?” She chuckled.

“No work for a month as punishment, I could live with that,” he quipped.

“You have the greatest tongue in the world.” She gasped when he stopped at looked at her.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He waggled his eyebrows and kneeled two steps below where she sat.

J.J. kissed the length of her calf down to the ankle before placing her legs over his shoulders. She instinctively opened wide when he licked her, giving him the angle he needed to slip his tongue inside her. He lapped up her juices with each skillful stroke and dipped further inside, making her dig her nails into his shoulders. He knew she was close, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He rubbed his thumb over her clit as he continued to pleasure her.

“John,” she moaned in appreciation.

“Hold that thought.” He stood up abruptly and dug in his jean pocket, pulled out a condom and sheathed himself. When he entered her, he felt happy and complete.

“How’s the knee?” Sam broke their kiss to ask.

“I really don’t give a damn right now.” He covered her mouth with his and began a fast, pulsing rhythm with her. He pulled her forward so he could go deeper, hitting what he knew had to be her g-spot. She shuddered and wiggled for him to hit the target again, and he obliged her over and over again. By the time they both climaxed, they were drenched with his sweat.

Sam giggled and nipped on his shoulder. “I think I have rug burn on my ass.”

* * *

The next morning Sam got ready to leave, and this time, J.J. couldn’t convince her to stay longer.