Carved in Stone

by Donna McDonald

  “If you don’t put out this time, Everett Williams, I’ll probably kill you,” Jessica warned.

  Will snorted, leaned down, and once again put his mouth firmly over Jessica’s to shut her up. He didn’t use his hands until Jessica threw her arms around him and clung. When his arms came around her, all his thinking narrowed to just wondering how soon he could be with her.

  “I’m ready to find the nearest broom closet or bathroom,” Will told her, lifting her to her toes and leaning back with her until she was pressed on him everywhere. “I need to be inside you and I need it now.”

  “Sorry. Now doesn’t work for me. I still have two pieces of art to sell. How about my hotel room in three hours?” Jessica asked. “I was never intending to return home with Adam. I planned to rent a car and visit the art museum tomorrow. I was trying not to ruin his evening too early.”

  “You were right to cut him loose, Jessica. You were never going to be happy with a man that afraid to touch a vagina,” Will said on a laugh, which caused her to pull back and almost step out of his arms.

  “Aren’t you the comedian tonight?” His attitude was too cocky for her, too sure of her giving in to what he wanted, so she gave him a glare.

  “Anyone could see the math teacher was never going to appreciate your art. Trust me, you don’t want to tie yourself to a relationship like that,” Will said, his voice becoming hard and tight, all teasing gone.

  Pulling her back into his arms more strongly, Will leaned into her and put his mouth on Jessica’s neck, uncaring of the attention they were drawing. He hoped the onlookers were learning a little something watching an older couple make out in public. Will was not letting Jessica go again until she knew for sure how he felt about her. He’d suffered all day and wasn’t planning to repeat that mistake.

  “I didn’t send Adam away because of my art, Will. I sent him away to be with you,” Jessica said at last, accepting at last that there was no reason not to be honest about her desire for him.

  “Good. I’ll stop teasing and tell you something more serious then. We need to make a stop on the way to your hotel. I meant what I said earlier. One condom is definitely not going to be enough for us,” Will whispered in her ear, pulling her hips to his.

  “No. It probably won’t be, but let me go for now, Will,” Jessica whispered back, noticing the immediate cooling in his eyes. She reached out and clasped one of his trembling hands in one of hers, which was shaking as well. “A man with the nerve to wear an earring ought to be confident enough to handle a request for little personal space.”

  Will sighed and nodded, took a step away, but kept her hand in his.

  “Can I play with your vagina to pass the time?” he asked, pleased when her face flushed a deep red at his suggestion.

  Jessica stuttered when she tried to talk, and ending up laughing. “If you touch any of my vaginas again, I’m going to scream in frustration. I want you to touch the real thing bad enough as it is. I didn’t create them as sex toys. They’re a—”

  “—celebration of the feminine. Yes, they certainly are that, but they’re also sensuous and begging by their very nature to be touched, almost as much as the real ones do,” Will said on a sigh, not bothering to fight the grin when Jessica crossed her arms again. “You are a cruel woman. I guess I’ll just have to wait until Michael brings Blue Blaze home. Then you won’t know what I do to it.”

  Jessica smacked Will in the chest before walking over to talk to someone else looking at her art.

  ***

  By the end of the evening, Jessica ended up selling two of the three pieces she had shown. Blue Blaze went to Michael as the highest bidder. Pink Cloud was bought by a woman who planned to display it in her guest bathroom to shock her friends.

  Normally, Jessica would have been giddy about the success of selling two of only three pieces of art. Instead, she was focused on the man seated next to her, dizzy with the anticipation of being intimate with him.

  Will and his new look were more than her willpower could handle resisting, so she pushed her remaining reservations about getting more involved aside. Her daughter Brooke had been right. There was never going to be a man after Will until there had been Will. It was like a scientific fact of their attraction to each other.

  “I wondered what you drove other than the bike,” Jessica said, smiling at the amount of head room in the pick-up truck. “I never figured you for a truck guy, but this is as nice as a car inside.”

  “I realize it’s not very efficient or particularly kind to the environment. I’m hoping they make a hybrid big enough for me soon,” Will said, steering the truck into the parking lot of the hotel Jessica had indicated. “I just can’t drive a compact car. You should see Shane trying to fold himself into his tiny sedan. It fits him like a clown car, but he says he gets great mileage.”

  Jessica laughed as she imagined the blond giant she met driving a small car. “I admire young people for caring enough to suffer. I used to be that way when I was young. I think I outgrew it when I turned forty. I realized comfort was important to me and that I didn’t mind paying for it.”

  “I hear you,” Will said, turning off the truck. “Are we bringing your vagina in with us?”

  “Well, I kind of thought you and I would both be going to the room together,” she said on a low laugh, “oh—you meant the last art piece.”

  Will laughed. “You knew damn well what I meant.”

  “I knew damn well you were teasing me,” Jessica countered.

  “When was the last time you necked in a truck?” Will asked, laughing. “Because I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

  “Hmmm…that would be never,” Jessica commented.

  Will flipped up the console between the seats. “Scoot over here, then. I’ll give you a little preview of my skills.”

  “Gee, I don’t know, Will. I’m not sure you’re the kind of guy I can trust,” Jessica said, grinning.

  “I am absolutely trustworthy about the important things,” Will said seriously. He reached for her and dragged a laughing Jessica across to him. “It’s smart of you to worry about the next hour or two, but I’ll try to be a gentleman for as long as I can.”

  “Well, what would be the fun in you doing that?” Jessica protested, turning her knees toward his in the seat.

  Will put a hand between her knees and rubbed between them. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?” He ran his hand up a little higher on one thigh, thrilled when both of her legs loosened to let his hand go even higher.

  Jessica groaned at Will’s slow exploration. “If I don’t scream stop at any point, consider you have my blanket permission to keep trying other things.”

  Will laughed against her mouth, licked her lips and nibbled as he moved his hand higher and higher. He ran his fingers over her underwear, feeling physical evidence of her arousal with a thrill he’d all but forgotten. Damn, he wanted this woman.

  “Time to take this indoors, Jessica, unless you want me to investigate the inspiration for your art right now. I already want to pretty damn badly,” Will told her, pressing on her damp underwear with a hard knuckle just to make his point. “I want to see the source for your art. And then I want to experience it over and over again.”

  “Will,” Jessica called, her voice hoarse. “I want you to stop now.”

  “You and your lying,” Will chastised softly, the excited look on her face inspiring him. “I warned you about having to suffer the consequences.”

  His fingers tugged at the top of what he quickly discovered was a fairly small piece of fabric and then delved down to where he could finally slip two fingers inside her. “Much better than Blue Blaze—much, much better. I definitely like the original version best.”

  He pushed two fingers in as deeply as he could, almost undone by her honesty when Jessica shifted to give him greater access.

  “How deep does this go, Jessica? My fingers can’t reach the end of it.”

  Will pushed a little
farther, a little harder, thrilled when Jessica groaned and closed her thighs around his hand in mild panic. He could feel how close she was to an orgasm. Not forcibly pushing her over the edge was definitely a heroic act of self-control for him.

  “I bet you didn’t know this is your lucky day, did you lady? I have something that’s going to reach all the way inside and fill you completely up. Are you interested?” Will demanded.

  “Yes. Damn it, yes,” Jessica said, raising herself to meet his mouth with her own. She pulled his tongue inside when he offered it, sucking it to show him what she wanted. “I’m interested now—right now.”

  “In the parking lot of the hotel or in your room? Your call,” Will told her on a laugh, playfully fighting her quivering thighs and pushing his fingers even more firmly inside her. He stroked her until he was delirious with her reaction and the pulsing heat of her.

  “Will!” Jessica called out, tensing as the first wave hit.

  “You’re so damn hot, I can’t help it,” Will told her, defending his actions as he stroked with the express purpose of making her fly apart for him, because of him. “Go ahead, baby. One of has to have some relief here. I took this too far, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ll catch up later—I promise. Please just trust me and let go.”

  “Will,” Jessica called his name, thrashing in the seat.

  When the orgasm hit full-blown, Will stroked in perfect rhythm to the pulsing in her body. He knew just when to be hard and fast, and just when to slow. It was a couple minutes later before Jessica recovered and came back down to earth. Will’s fingers were still inside her but patient now.

  God bless older men who knew what they were doing, Jessica thought smugly, feeling a looseness in her limbs that was thoroughly relaxing.

  “You are so incredibly beautiful when you let yourself go,” Will told her, burying his face in her neck as she throbbed gently around his fingers. “Please do it again for me later. Do it when I’m inside you next time.”

  “Will,” Jessica said with a mildly embarrassed laugh. “Why are we making out in a car like teenagers? I have a perfectly good hotel room reserved inside.”

  “I couldn’t wait,” he said, cupping her entire crotch area in his large hand, loathe to remove his fingers from her warmth. He hadn’t even gotten around to exploring yet. He wanted everything all at once. “I wish I could find a way to transport us to a bed without having to stop touching you.”

  “I have to go get a room key. Do you want to come with me or wait?” Jessica asked.

  Will laughed and reluctantly pulled his hands away from her. “Is that a rhetorical question?”

  Jessica snorted at his innuendo. “Come on. Neither of us has any clothes, so we’ll just go get the room together. Leave the vagina in the truck.”

  “Oh no,” Will said, opening the door and climbing out. His body was stiff with longing. He was probably a kid the last time he was this bad off and needing release. “I am not leaving anything that good in the truck unattended. I want it where I can keep my eye on it. I’m just that kind of guy.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Jessica said, sliding out her side on wobbly legs. The man had destroyed her. And now he wanted to do it again, probably needed to do it again, she conceded.

  When she saw Will cradling her vagina art gently in his arms, Jessica suddenly didn’t care how much trouble he was going to be for her. It was nice to be with a man who valued her art and her. It was nice to want someone like that. And it was also nice to be with a man who valued her pleasure as much as his own, Jessica thought, remembering the sheer confidence of his touch.

  Looking at Will as they walked to the lobby, Jessica was aware all over again of how good he looked now. She had liked the way he looked before, but he was irresistible with the shaved head and earring, not to mention the long hard body and hazel eyes full of passion.

  She smiled at her longing for him and made a quiet decision to ride Everett Williams until he screamed for mercy just as soon as they got to their room. The thought brought on a resurgence of arousal of a level that Jessica had never felt before in her life. Her whole body flooded with heat and she had to work on reigning in her thoughts as they waited their turn to check in.

  “That’s a pretty wicked look,” Will said conversationally, wondering what thoughts had Jessica’s face turning several shades of pink. Then he wondered if they were thoughts about him—or about them.

  “You offered me a ride earlier. Did you mean it?” Jessica asked casually to Will, even as she turned her attention to the female night clerk. “Reservation for Jessica Daniels, but I need to upgrade that to a double.”

  “No problem,” the female clerk said, smiling and giving Will an appreciative glance.

  Jessica smiled at the girl and then looked back at Will.

  “Well, did you mean it?” Jessica demanded.

  “Anywhere, anytime, and on anything I own,” Will said, grinning. “Is that the answer you wanted?”

  Jessica laughed and took the two key cards the clerk handed her.

  “Yes. Too bad you drove the truck,” she joked as they walked through the lobby.

  “Give me a few minutes, and I can show you something more fun than my bike,” Will said, trailing after her smiling.

  Jessica crossed her arms as they waited for the elevator. “I don’t know. It may take you longer than five minutes this time. The edge is kind of off for me now. You did a good job earlier.”

  Will snorted and grinned. “I know what your wicked look meant, lady. You’ll be all over me before the elevator gets to our floor.”

  Jessica snorted herself. “Dream on. There are only three floors total, Mr. Williams.”

  The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside as the only occupants. Will set the art piece gently on the floor. When he straightened, he pushed Jessica up against the wall and had his hands up her skirt and on her rear before she could get a whole laugh out of her mouth. His tongue stroked in and out of her mouth several times, and Jessica wrapped herself around him to get closer. It was like they had just left off from this morning.

  The ding of the elevator and the doors opening made Will laugh at himself.

  “Okay, I was only bluffing,” he said, letting Jessica’s skirt fall back down and bending to pick up the art on his way out.

  Jessica followed him to the room, slid a key card, and opened the door to privacy at last. Her clothes were mostly gone before Will managed to set the art on a bureau. She was pushing him down to the bed, and unfastening his clothes before Will could quite take it in.

  His feet were still on the floor, even as his jeans fell around his ankles. The condom was out of his pocket, and he laughed when Jessica ripped it open with her teeth. Then her hands were on him, the condom was on him, and Jessica was sliding down on him before he could really fathom her intentions. Everything she was doing was what he wanted anyway.

  Will closed his eyes and prayed he’d last at least a few minutes.

  Jessica removed Will’s jacket and shirt while she rocked her hips. She ran her hands over the shoulders and chest she had long admired.

  Unfortunately, she was having a hard time enjoying the exploration. Just as Will had promised, Jessica rose and fell on an erection that filled her completely. He wasn’t the first man like him she’d known, but Will was definitely the most talented with using what he had as he bucked beneath her.

  “How close are you?” Will demanded, gritting his teeth and gripping her hips hard.

  “Don’t worry about me. I’m just taking that ride you promised,” Jessica told him with a laugh. “Scream if you want, Will. It’s your turn, and I want all of you.”

  Will opened his eyes wide, his gaze boring into hers. “That’s what I want as well,” he said honestly. “So give it to me then. Give me everything, Jessica Daniels. Do it while I’m inside you this time.”

  He pushed up towards her using his elbows, forcing her to change her angle, forcing her to seek her own pleasure while she
was working on his. Will could see the moment Jessica went over. He could feel the throbbing inside her begin and it was even better than anything he’d imagined.

  “I am absolutely never going to get tired of seeing you do that,” Will promised. “Now it really is my turn. I’m dying here.”

  He grabbed her hips and surged up inside her, thrusting upward over and over until he blasted out of himself and touched the stars that had Jessica’s name on them. When she fell weakly across his chest afterward, Will laughed and hugged her exhausted body to his.

  “Make sure and tell the math teacher that I kept my promise to give you a ride,” Will told her. “In fact, I’ll tell him myself if you want.”

  “Will—stop. I never slept with Adam,” Jessica said on a laugh. “I had no intention of it. He was just pleasant, undemanding company.”

  Will smiled against the top of her head. “Who’s on the schedule for tomorrow night? I want to make sure the next guy knows too.”

  “No one now,” Jessica said quietly.

  Will lay very still beneath her, laughter dying at her words. He hadn’t missed the hesitation in her declaration.

  “Is that such a bad thing?” he asked quietly, lifting her hair from her face and fanning it down her back.

  “I’ll have to think about it later,” Jessica told him honestly. “Can we talk about it after we get back home? I really just want to enjoy this time with you.”

  Will studied the ceiling. If he rushed her, she was going to run from him. That left him with really no choice.

  “I could enjoy this a lot more if all my clothes weren’t around my ankles,” Will said, twisting a strand of Jessica’s hair around his finger. “But I have to get dressed again because I left the rest of the condoms in the truck. I’m in a no-win situation with my clothes for a little while. Can we order a pizza while I make the trip out and back? I’m starved.”

  Jessica laughed against his chest, amused about Will asking permission to order food. What kind of hard-hearted woman did he think she was?