and always, a hint of the outdoors.
“No one has ever done anything like this for me, Janie. Not only renting us a fancy room, but inviting my family . . . I can’t believe . . .” He paused and cleared his throat. “Thank you. This is a day I’ll never forget.”
Janie ducked under his arm to press against the front of his body. “This will be a night you’ll never forget either.”
Heat flared in his eyes, turning them molten silver. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. You know how you always like to be in charge in the bedroom? Well, there’s a new kink master in town and her name is Mistress Janie.”
“Got big plans for me, Mistress Janie?”
“Mmm-hmm. I even brought a bag of tricks along.” She snaked her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to hers for a kiss. A sweet, slow, wet kiss that she dragged out as long as possible. Then she whispered, “Lose the clothes, cowboy,” and slithered out of his grasp.
Abe kept his hot gaze on hers as he kicked off his boots and toed off his socks. Unbuttoned his shirt and carefully draped it across the back of the plush easy chair. Shucked his jeans and underwear, placing them alongside his shirt. He stood in front of her, totally naked, totally hard, and totally at her whim.
She smirked. Circling slowly, she randomly touched him. Tracing the line of his spine down to the cleft of his butt cheeks. Her fingers mapped the dips and grooves of the muscles in his forearms and biceps. She used the back of her knuckles to follow that sexy cut of muscle from his hip to his abdomen. While brushing her thumbs across his nipples, she kissed his chest. One time. Then she challenged, “Suck or fuck?”
“Fuck.” Pause. “As long as I get to touch you.”
“You don’t get to set the parameters, Mr. Lawson. You’ll do it my way.”
“Oh, you are enjoying the hell outta this, aren’t you?”
“Yep. Now hop on in the hot tub and I’ll be right there.”
Abe removed the hot tub cover while Janie stripped. He turned on the jets and the water frothed as they immersed themselves.
For several minutes they relaxed in the bubbling water. Her foot connected with his and she inched her toes up his shin. “Do you like this?”
“I’d like it more if you weren’t so far away.”
She floated over to him, anchoring a knee on either side of his hips. “Is this better?”
“Much.” He placed his lips on the side of her neck and sucked, scattering kisses across the slope of her shoulder. Down her chest. Up to her ear. “I’m yours, Janie. Only yours. Do with me what you will.”
Even in their most passionate moments, Abe could bowl her over with his pure sweetness. She fisted his cock at the base and rolled back, aligning it so she could join their bodies with a single push.
He groaned. “So good. Every damn time.”
As frantic as they always were to get their hands on one another, this time there was no hurry. But there was passion. There was desire. This was the type of lovemaking they hadn’t indulged in. Sweet. Long, wet kisses perfectly matched to the leisurely glide of their bodies beneath the cocoon of water. They rocked and touched and tasted, not exchanging words. Letting kisses and caresses speak.
The climb to the peak of pleasure was as unhurried as the descent. When they finally released their tight hold on one another, Janie smooched Abe’s forehead. “I’m a little pruny.”
“No complaints from me.” He nuzzled her cheek. “You’ll still be a hot number fifty years from now when you’re permanently pruny.”
She tossed him a towel and slipped on one of the guest robes. “You want a beer? Or would you rather have champagne to celebrate this momentous occasion?”
“Beer. Definitely.”
Abe snagged the other robe and they moved to the sitting area. He raised his bottle to her. “A toast?”
“To what?”
“To you.”
That surprised her. “Me? Why?”
“Because you are the perfect woman.”
She stilled. “Really? Or are you just saying that because I fucked you and brought you a beer?”
He tipped up the bottle. Drank.
“Abe?”
“I never say something I don’t mean, even in jest, Janie. You know that about me.”
Ask him if he loves you. Ask him if you two have a future despite your past. Ask him if he wants you to stay in Muddy Gap with him.
But Janie wasn’t sure she wanted to hear his answer, especially not tonight when this was his celebration.
After he finished the beer, she grabbed his hand and led him into the sleeping area. She moved a bench a foot from the end of the bed. “Sit.”
“You givin’ me a lap dance?”
“No. This time it’s all about me.” Trailing her fingers down his chest, she let her breath whisper across his ear. “But I promise you’ll love it.”
“I don’t doubt that, cupcake.” He kissed the line of her jaw to the tip of her chin.
When his hands gripped her ass, she pushed his hands back by his sides. “No-touching rule is in effect.”
She crawled across the bed on all fours. She paused, widening her stance and canting her hips so he got an eyeful of the pink flesh between her legs.
Abe muttered something.
Which caused her to stop and peer over her shoulder. “Did you say something?”
“I said you’re killin’ me.”
“And just think. I haven’t even gotten to the real show yet.”
Grabbing a pillow and her small stash of supplies, she returned to the end of the bed. “I know how much you love to watch me get myself off. So I thought I’d oblige you.” The first item out of the bag was her vibrator. Not the small one she used strictly for clit stimulation, but the one with the rotating head and the vibrating tip. Janie flattened her heels on the mattress and shoved the pillow under her ass. “Got a good view?”
“Holy fuck.”
She laughed. “I take that as a yes.” Holding the vibrator in her left hand, she slowly dragged her middle finger from the entrance to her pussy up through her slippery folds to the top of her pubic bone. “Can you see how wet I am, Abe? I probably won’t need any lube when I fuck myself with this. It’ll just glide right in. Nice and deep. Do you want to watch me sliding this in?”
He nodded. Vigorously.
“I will. But I need to take the edge off.” She flicked on the vibrator and switched it to her right hand, positioning the vibrating head directly on her clit. “This won’t take long.” She swirled the vibrator head around, searching for the perfect position, every sensation coalesced and her clit spasmed beneath the tip. She gasped, clenching and unclenching her butt cheeks to the rhythm of the blood pulsing in her sex. After the short, intense orgasm ended, she slumped into the mattress and let the vibrator fall beside her. She sighed and propped herself on her elbows to look at Abe through her splayed legs.
His cheeks were high with color. His jaw rippled from clenching his teeth so hard. His hands were in fists at his sides. And his cock? Fully erect.
“Abe.”
He raised his eyes to hers.
“Put your mouth on me. Lick me clean.”
Then those big, callused hands were gripping the inside of her thighs. Then his hot, wet mouth was licking, lapping and slurping the juices from every inch of her pussy. His growls vibrated against her flesh, sending goose bumps flowing out. He zeroed in on her clit, driving her back to the ragged edge with the precise flicks of his sinful tongue.
But she didn’t want to come again so soon. Janie put her palms on the side of his head and rasped, “Stop.”
Abe gave her clitoris a sucking kiss and rubbed her juices that covered his face on the inside of her thighs. He returned to the bench without being asked.
She smiled at him. “Just in case you were curious, you are much better than a vibrator.”
He smirked. “Never any doubt in my mind.”
“Hand me that towel.” She tugged th
e pillow beneath the small of her back. “Now for part two. This might require some shifting around.”
Abe’s eyebrows lifted. “My hands are completely free if you need ’em.”
“So helpful. For now, we’re back to the no touching rule.” Janie’s heart began to beat faster. She wanted to drive him to the same pinnacle of need that he took her to every time he touched her. No matter how he touched her. She wanted to give him something he’d never expect, but would prove she was up for all kinds of bedroom games. But this? Was over the top.
Her hands shook as she fished out the bottle of lube and the glass dildo. Hooking her heels into the edge of the mattress, she aligned her lower half as she braced her left hand behind her. She uncapped the lube and generously coated her fingers. “Heads up, hold this,” and tossed the tube to him.
Bracing her left behind her, she brought her right hand between her legs. Closing her eyes, she swept her slicked-up fingers over the pucker of her ass. Lightly skimming the surface, bringing the nerve endings to attention. When Janie started to insert the tip of her finger into her ass, Abe made a noise she’d never heard before.
But she kept her eyes shut, relaxing her sphincter until her finger was buried to the knuckle. Biting her lip, she began to stroke in and out. Stopping to swirl the tip just inside the opening. A soft moan escaped. It always surprised her how good this felt—the sting of pain blooming into pleasure.
“Are you imagining how hard these muscles clamp down on your shaft when you’re buried balls deep in my ass?”
Abe muttered, “Fuck me.”
“How about when I do this?” She pushed her thumb into her pussy, which allowed for deeper penetration for her finger into her anal passage. She chanced a look at him and her belly quivered.
His eyes glittered with lust. His nostrils flared. His lips were parted and he was practically panting.
She eased her fingers out and wiped them on the towel before she grabbed the glass dildo. She held it out and murmured, “A little lube please.”
Keeping their eyes locked, Abe coated the dildo, fisting his hand around it like he was greasing up his cock.
“That’s good.” She closed her fingers around the middle and positioned it at the seam of her ass. She whispered, “Watch.” One quick push and the cold glass breached the tight ring. She sucked in a sharp breath. This was a lot thicker than her fingers. She kept her gaze on Abe’s face as she pushed it in, slowly, letting her body adjust until only the base of the dildo was visible.
Janie began sliding the dildo in and out, moaning against the twin sensations of cold glass and hot friction on those tight tissues.
Abe’s grip on the tube increased dramatically and clear lube squirted into the air, as if he’d shot his load on his leg. His embarrassed grin was there and gone. “Premature lubrication.”
Janie released a low, throaty laugh.
“Jesus, this is fucking hot as hell.”
“Keep watching.” Clamping down on her anal muscles, she let go of the dildo base long enough to reach for her vibrator.
“You aren’t . . .” Abe swallowed.
“Oh, yes I am.” She carefully inserted the vibrator, holding her breath at the immediate feeling of fullness. “Now I could use a hand.”
Abe made that possessive growling noise. Using both his hands, he pulled out the vibrator and the dildo at the same speed until only the tips remained inside her. Then he pushed them in simultaneously.
“God.” Her back bowed. Her legs shook. Her arms shook. Her belly rippled. She’d never felt anything like that. “Do it again.”
But Abe, being Abe, did it his own way. He moved the vibrator and the dildo in opposition. Then in tandem. Teasing again and again.
Janie moaned, “Enough.”
“Don’t you wanna come?”
She looked at him. “I want to come with you. Always with you. Only with you.”
A feral look settled on his face. He removed the vibrator and crowded her until she was in the middle of the bed and he was between her legs. “The dildo stays in.” Abe slammed his cock into her. Every thrust of his hips and his groin hit the base of the dildo. It felt as if Abe was fucking her with two cocks. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let herself go.
Abe fucked her like a man possessed. When she couldn’t take another second of this raw pleasure, when she teetered so close to the brink, but couldn’t seem to reach it, he worked her clit, urging, “Come. Now. Take me with you.”
That did the trick. Janie screamed; the orgasm blasted her in waves of ecstasy. Her limbs twitched with each pulse and she finally believed the myth of the whole body orgasm.
Kisses on her cheeks and neck roused her. She blinked her eyes open and Abe smiled. “You have officially blown my mind. That was the sexiest”—he smooched her mouth—“hottest”—another smooch—“did I mention sexiest?”—another kiss—“thing I’ve ever seen. Thank you. You rocked me.”
“My pleasure.” She tried to stop her yawn, but failed.
“Tired?”
“A little. Maybe we should rest up before I bring out the next object from my bag of tricks.”
Abe trailed his lips along her collarbone. “Should I even ask?”
“No. But a college boy like you is smart enough to know you’ll like it.”
Chapter Twenty-eight
Tonight was the night.
The lights were dimmed. Someone hung a disco ball on the ceiling; a kaleidoscope of lights bounced across every surface. “Sexy Back” blasted from the speakers. Renner wasn’t sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, or if the ladies, who’d christened themselves the Mud Lilies, had actually brought in a portable stripper pole.
Sweet Jesus, give him strength.
“You ready?” he asked the kid.
Tobin’s eyes were enormous. “No. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready.”
“That’s why we’ll hit the bar first. Come on.”
Renner inched along the wall. Tobin followed so closely they were practically holding hands. Given the size of the crowd, it was a miracle they reached the bar without enthusiastic revelers accosting them. He signaled to Denise for two beers and handed one to Tobin. “Drink up. Fast. Shit. Too late. Here they come.”
Garnet Evans approached first. Her green velvet suit was trimmed with a puffy red boa. Red, white and green-striped stockings stopped at the hem of her skirt, exposing four inches of saggy knee. She wore one red high-topped sneaker, one green high-topped sneaker. She’d also donned a pointed elf hat, to which she’d added a hook with a piece of mistletoe, so the mistletoe dangled in front of her face.
“I thought you boys were gonna chicken out.”
“No, ma’am,” Renner said. “We had to finish chores before we joined the festivities.”
Garnet set her hand on Tobin’s arm. “You clean up real good too. Dance with me, cowboy.” She plucked the half-empty beer bottle out of his hand and passed it to Renner without looking at him.
Tobin mouthed, “Help me,” as Garnet towed him onto the dance floor.
Huh-uh, buddy, you’re on your own.
Renner’s amusement was short-lived as Pearl Tschetter floated in front of him. Floated being the word, as she’d worn an outfit best described as a psychedelic butterfly run afoul of a metallic paint mixer.
“Mr. Jackson. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“You have?”
“I wanted to thank you allowing your fine resort to be used for hosting a community party. It’s a great turnout, don’t you think?”
“Yes, it is.” He estimated over two hundred people mingled in the dining room. “It’s the least I could do. I wanted to personally thank you and the other ladies who filled in over Thanksgiving.”
“We were happy to do it. Now as soon as you finish your beer, I expect you’ll dance with me.”
Not a question. He grinned. “Be my pleasure.”
Renner danced with Pearl. Twice. Then he was waylaid by Garnet, who claimed his ne
xt two dances. As he’d tried to sneak away to the bar, Tilda O’Toole intercepted him. She also sported an outfit that fell under the costume heading. Dressed like an angel, complete with diaphanous wings. But instead of a halo, red devil horns teetered on her snowy white head.
After Tilda, Maybelle Linberg cornered him. Renner danced with her only once. Poor Maybelle had to keep Garnet from turning the North Pole prop into a stripper pole.
At the bar he ordered another beer and found himself face-to-face with Susan Williams, owner of Buckeye Joe’s. Even Susan exuded the holiday spirit in a pair of reindeer antlers.
“Surprised to see me, Jackson?”
“You’re always working, Williams. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you
Wrangled and Tangled Page 26
