Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1)

by Jessie Courts

  “Hmm – well that’s beautiful Joe but now I’m sitting in a bath full of come I’m not enjoying it so much!”

  “God – the things you say out loud!” Joe sounded exasperated.

  Rachel rolled her eyes and stood up extending her hand to Joe. “Let’s shower off and I’ll make you something to eat – you must be starving.”

  “For you baby – only for you…”

  They laughed together and talked a bit more whilst showering and drying off. Normal; comfortable stuff that couples did that Rachel had missed so much, and that Joe was experiencing for the first time. Joe told Rachel that they would be visiting his doctor in the week ahead to get checked. He didn’t want anything more coming between them and that included condoms. Rachel agreed explaining she wouldn’t need to go on the pill due to a full hysterectomy years before.

  “Come on bossman – time for me to make you breakfast for a change.” Joe let her lead him down to the kitchen entirely content to be caught up in the domesticity of the situation. He was relaxed and worry free and he planned to stay that way for a while.

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  CHAPTER 24

  A “while’ soon turned into five blissfully happy months and Christmas was upon them.

  “Joe, get up! They’ll be here soon…c’mon you need to lay the table.” Rachel had been up for hours buzzing around preparing to entertain the masses for Christmas lunch. The twins were coming, and also Karen, Rory and their 5 kids one of which was George of course who never went anywhere without Leo. Luc was also invited; that had been an interesting conversation when she’d run it past Joe. The reaction was not unexpected but after he’d stopped swearing and beating his fists on the kitchen table, he’d reluctantly agreed that enough time had passed and Luc could come as long as Rachel didn’t expect him to chit chat with him.

  Joe made it clear several times thereafter he was only doing it for the twins who had him wrapped around their baby fingers. Honestly, it was pathetic how much he gave in to them. Once they had told each other that they loved each other, they saw no reason to be apart so Joe had moved in with Rachel. He kept his flat in Regent’s Park and let Jess and Lucy use his place when they were home from university – it suited them all and was a lot less awkward. Even though the twins accepted Joe into their mother’s life – they preferred not to be around them all the time as it seemed they couldn’t keep their hands off each other and that was just plain nasty for any child to have to witness.

  Rachel was amazed that Joe was so comfortable in her house; after all it had been her family home for nearly twenty years with another man. It didn’t seem to faze Joe at all and Rachel even got the impression that in another life Nat and Joe would have been good friends. However, some redecoration, renovations and improvements had taken place so that Joe felt more at home. An upstairs bedroom had been kitted out with gym equipment including 2 running machines, and the ensuite shower room now had a small sauna in it. Their preference of a steam room would have been too difficult to fit but they made do just fine with the sauna. Rachel had never actually told Joe that had been Luc’s room, but she had an inkling he’d guessed, prompting the complete make over.

  The garage had also been remodelled to accommodate Joe’s precious supercar and beloved motorcycle, after they had sold Nate’s Jag. There had been some mixed feelings on Rachel’s part due to whole host of reasons. The jag was a remnant of her former life and held a substantial amount of significance. Getting rid of it was an emotional wrench but also quite cleansing. Nate was no longer an active influence in the household and it was symbolic in turning the place into the home she now shared with Joe. However, other memories were not so easy to dispose of. One day she had been loading laundry when she noticed Joe inspecting the weights and gym equipment on the other side of the garage. Her heart rate accelerated in her chest as visions of Luc all hot and sweaty working out in the very same place many months earlier sprang to mind. Belatedly, she realised Joe was speaking to her.

  “Rachel?’ He cocked his head at her. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

  “Umm no sorry, I was miles away.” She blushed a deep red and Joe’s eyes darkened and his body tensed. There was only one person on earth she turned that colour for and it obviously had something to do with the weights. Joe had mostly gotten over his murderous intentions towards Luc Vincent, but it seemed the boy was not completely erased from Rachel’s thoughts. Joe sighed, desperate to know what Rachel was remembering. He tested the weights and correctly surmised that they would have been too heavy for someone of Nate’s stature but absolutely fucking perfect for Luc’s size. For Joe however, they were like toys and he decided he might have to put on a bit of a display for his beautiful girlfriend to remind her how much more of a man she was dating now. Literally.

  “Well – what do we have here?” Joe picked up a barbell like it was weightless. “Not much use to me – shame. I don’t suppose you know if Nate had any heavier weights?” Joe pulled off his t-shirt and Rachel groaned pointing to a plastic cupboard behind him. “In there.” Rachel’s voice was raspy and Joe’s dick twitched at the sexy tone.

  Searching the array of different equipment in the cupboard, Joe found what he was looking for and loaded up two small barbells. Rachel’s eyes went wide and it encouraged Joe to show off a little bit. He pushed his sweats low on his hips knowing how much she loved to see his hip dips and sat on the edge of the weights bench. Then he proceeded to take a barbell in each hand and lift. The effect made his biceps bunch and pop and his abdominals clench. His pecs twitched with the movement and the veins on the side of his neck stood out. He’d tied his hair back and she could clearly his focused expression.

  Rachel’s panties were drenched. She couldn’t seem to stop her body from reacting and really who could blame her. Joe was magnificent and terribly amusing. Of course he had sussed straight away that Luc had probably made use of this makeshift gym, and now he was going to prove that he was bigger, stronger and sexier than the boy who came before him. It was nothing more than a macho display of strength and power and Rachel was so turned on it was ridiculous. She had secretly harboured her memories of fucking Luc on that weights bench as one of the most erotic moments of her life, but she suspected Joe was going to soon wipe that fantasy from her mind with one of his own design and her clit throbbed madly at the prospect.

  Joe looked up at Rachel as he pumped his muscles taking equal satisfaction from the welcome burn of the workout and the look of pure hot lust in her eyes; combined with her nipples hard against the soft cotton of her vest he knew he’d made an instant impact on her libido. He felt his body glowing with the exertion of his workout and a fine sheen of sweat made his skin glisten in the heat of the garage. The background hum of the washing machine did nothing to distract from the sexual tension crackling between them. Deciding that was enough for now, Joe lowered the weights to the floor; stretched out his muscles then lay flat on his back on the bench to do some stomach crunches.

  “Fucking hell Joe.” Rachel hissed under her breath. She knew he was getting off by tormenting her knowing how much she worshipped his fit body but she’d conjured up a wicked idea on to pay him back. Silently stripping she propped herself on the seat of his precious Harley crossing her ankles over the handlebars and leaning back supporting herself on her elbows. It was a bit awkward but Rachel reckoned once he saw her she wouldn’t be in that position for very long.

  A few more grunts from Joe and he sat himself up stretching his long arms above is head. Twisting his head he looked puzzled to find Rachel gone, but the moment he clocked her splayed over his bike he cursed loudly then threw his head back and laughed loudly. Rachel smiled; hearing Joe laugh like that was such a rare thing it always warmed her from her head to her toes. And the wicked look he was giving her right now as he made his way towards her with purposeful steps, made her want to jump straight into his arms and beg to be taken hard and fast. But she had the niggling suspicion that finding her naked on his Harley
was literally a dream come true for Joe and what had started out as a pissing contest had morphed into something way more intense. Time for Rachel to push some buttons. Sometimes Joe just needed her to be naughty.

  “What is it I wonder that has you looking so wild, Joe Mason?” She licked her lips and uncrossed her ankles placing a foot on either handle. Joe exhaled loudly. Rachel continued to taunt him. “Something about this garage has you in a tailspin. Could it be that you imagine something dirty went on in here? On that very bench?” She nodded her head in the direction of where Joe had just been working out, then tossed her hair behind her so it hung down brushing against the metal body of the Harley. Joe’s eyes narrowed and the front of his sweats tented. His hands were fisted by his sides. Striding over to her he stopped dead beside her and stared long and hard. She held his gaze not wanting to be the one to look away first. Dropping her knees to the sides Rachel asked Joe, “Do you see how wet I am Joe? This isn’t the first time I’ve been naked in here you know…”

  Joe’s eyes were so impossibly dark she couldn’t tell if it was because his pupils were dilated or if he was that angry. His breathing was erratic and his sweatpants completely distended. She whispered, “Tell me what you want Joe?”

  Joe responded by removing his sweats and boxers and indicating for her to sit up so he could get on the bike behind her. She leaned back into the solid wall of sweaty muscle and inhaled Joe’s intoxicating scent. “You smell good bossman. So tell me…”

  Rachel waited patiently. She knew Joe was fighting for control and she let him have his moment. She felt him take a deep breath and then in a low voice thick with desire he told her, “I have never seen anything so beautiful or memorable in my entire life as you naked on my bike. I could come just from looking at you it makes me so hot.” Rachel could feel the steel like erection digging into her back and smiled knowing she had the power to do this to him. “Put your feet back on the handle bars baby and drop your knees wide.” Joe reached around Rachel palming her breasts and lightly caressing the sensitive underside of each one. She purred with pleasure then hissed when he pinched each hard nipple. “Touch your self baby. I want to see your hands busy down there while I keep mine occupied up here.” His breath was warm in her ear and he nipped her ear lobe shooting white hot lust straight to her groin. “Make yourself come for me, Rachel.”

  The crude instructions made Rachel writhe with need. She plunged a finger through her wet pussy lips and rubbed the nub of nerves that craved her attention. Her clit was so swollen and she was so slick it wasn’t long before she felt the first tingle of her impending orgasm. She slipped two fingers of her left hand deep into her pussy and rocked against them while continuing to rub her clit with the other hand. Not one to remain silent through sex, the moans and noises grew more frantic as Joe increased the pressure on her nipples driving her wild. He bent his head and started sucking on the spots along her neck that drove her crazy and when he lightly bit her shoulder she jolted off the seat coming hard around her own hand.

  “Oh my god, oh my god.” Rachel was rigid against Joe’s chest; her own upper body heaving from the massive impact of her climax. Joe had a strong arm around her waist holding them both in place and she could feel the bunch of his muscles and his rock hard cock against her lower back and arse.

  “That was beautiful baby.” Joe whispered into her hair. Rachel was still coming down from her orgasm which although amazing was not nearly satisfying enough. She had always enjoyed making herself come but Joe was so much better at it, it left her wanting more. This scenario was turning her into a wanton woman and she had no idea what it was about the garage that did this to her but bloody hell it was fantastic.

  She tapped his arm to get him to release her then she sat up adjusting her position so that her hands instead of her feet were holding on to the bike handles. Placing her knees on the leather seat she wriggled her behind suggestively at her man and threw him a seductive look over her shoulder. “Move a little closer big man – I want to go for a ride on your Harley.” Joe snorted and Rachel giggled. It was cheesy but incredibly enticing nonetheless.

  Joe manoeuvred himself closer to Rachel’s behind and grasped the base of his shaft in one hand. “Hop on darlin’” he croaked and they both sniggered until Rachel sank down on to Joe’s ready cock impaling herself to the hilt turning the sniggers into moans. Joe held Rachel in place by locking his hands around her waist. “Jesus fucking Christ – don’t fucking move or I’m not going to fucking last.” He rested his forehead on her shoulder trying to ground himself.

  “That’s a lot of fucking in one sentence Joe – how about we actually do it rather than just talk about it.” She tried to lift her self up but Joe just whimpered behind her keeping her firmly planted on his throbbing cock. It was making er crazy. “Did you just whimper? Oh my god…Mighty Joe Mason reduced to a pitiful whimper.” Rachel laughed until Joe slid a finger over her clit then she just jerked and cursed at him.

  “Dirty mouth…” Joe grumbled. Then loosened his vice like grip and told her, “Ride me baby…”

  That’s all the direction Rachel needed, “oh thank god” she blurted and tightened her grip on the handlebars giving her the support she needed to rock against him. Joe’s grunts from behind spurred her on and soon they were both bucking and gasping their way to a mutually explosive orgasm on top of Joe’s beloved Harley Davison. Still joined together, Rachel kissed one of Joe’s biceps telling him, “I think this ride was better than the last one. In fact I think I’m starting to see the attraction and I might quite enjoy this hunk of metal a lot more in future…”

  She felt Joe smile then announce, “We’re getting rid of that piece of shit weights bench. It’s too short for me anyway.”

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  And so Rachel reflected that the past 5 months had been mostly amazing. There had been plenty of hiccups along the way but making up was so epic it was almost worth it. The garage was reserved for special moments – they had yet to work out how to fuck in the Veyron – Joe was so huge he barely fitted in it to drive let alone move, but Rachel had a few ideas about the bonnet that she was working on. It was hilarious that with everything at their disposal, her garage was the most alluring.

  They continued to work hard spending long hours at the office but the results were worth it. Genesis was really taking off with the full support of the senior team at Gyles Bishop backed by Joe. Although he still had some reservations it was more important to him to see Rachel happy than to worry about a small financial loss once in a while. He was also fast moving up the ranks of top players in the corporate legal circles and Rachel was extremely proud of him. Naturally, he had aced his exams and was now a major player wielding much influence in the boardroom and in court. Joe’s charisma and Hollywood looks had attracted quite a lot of media attention at first but once they realised he was a one-woman man – they soon lost interest. He never gave interviews and only ever made comments to the press that were work related.

  For Rachel however, life with Joe Mason was like riding a magical rollercoaster – he’d taken her on weekend trips to Rome and Barcelona and Edinburgh, tactfully avoiding Paris. They always flew first class and stayed in the best hotels. When Rachel complained to Joe that it was all far too extravagant he made it quite clear that while he was happy to compromise in certain areas, her happiness and comfort was his main priority. He had more money than he needed and therefore wanted to spend it on her. Joe explained that although he had hardly slummed it in the past he rarely spent a lot of money on a regular basis. Of course he kept his kids and he had bought his Bugatti and his Harley but other than that nothing that would make much of a dent in his fortune. His financial advisor had invested his savings profitably and now Joe was an extremely wealthy man. Having no desire to buy art or heap loads of property, Joe’s greatest pleasure was indulging Rachel. No matter how many times she argued with him and told him it embarrassed her, he paid no attention. The more she whinged, the more expensive his gi
fts became so she learned to shut up and give in to his desires. Now she was getting used to five star treatment and secretly really enjoyed it.

  They’d seen all the latest shows although Joe wasn’t that crazy about the theatre - he found it very uncomfortable trying to crease his enormous frame into the tiny seats for hours at a time, but he suffered because he knew Rachel enjoyed the experience. She tried to explain what she found so appealing about live entertainment; the costumes; the drama; feeling part of the story etc. Joe always smiled and nodded but actually didn’t really get it and spent most of the time watching her. He loved to see how her expressions mirrored the story on stage; how she would suddenly sit forward at crucial moments and her breath would quicken as the drama unfolded. The many contradictory aspects of Rachel’s personality fascinated Joe and he was enjoying getting to know each one.

  Whilst the week was a constant whirlwind of work and play, the weekends when they weren’t travelling were mostly quiet; reserved for home time and lovemaking. They were slowly starting to build a life together. It was very different than Rachel’s life with Nate and although Joe was a novice when it came to relationships she wasn’t about to deny herself a second chance of happiness just because he got a bit overwhelming at times.

  Joe was learning to trust that Rachel wasn’t going to leave him every time he got moody, and truly believed he had finally found his soul mate. When he was with her, he relaxed and above all she was his friend. She didn’t let him get away with any bullshit and Rachel made it clear that Joe had to be honest and uninhibited in their free time – she broke down his barriers and wrapped herself around his heart.