by Nella Tyler
As we walked around, Jenna tried to explain where the different rooms in the house were and what needed to be rebuilt. I wasn’t much for visualizing, but I pretended to see what her imagination seemed to experience vividly as we continued toward the spared portion of the house.
“Are they going to keep this room?” I asked, gazing around the living room that looked more like a set design now than an actual structure.
“I don’t know,” Jenna answered. “I guess it depends on whether it’s structurally sound…and if Michelle even wants a reminder of her old house. She’s sentimental, though, so she might.”
She turned around suddenly and brushed against me. She was closer than I think either one of us realized, which caused her to grin and blush. Yet, she didn’t back away. I wondered if I should act on the ping of attraction I felt for her, right then and there. I doubted she would go for it, but in that instant, there was definitely a change in the atmosphere, at least between the two of us.
I wanted it to be possible, but I also didn’t want to push her away. Ultimately though, I decided to go for it and see what happened. I stepped closer to her, cautiously. She didn’t step away.
“You know…there is a good way to see if a structure is sound, don’t you?”
As though she was feeling the same range of emotions I was, Jenna narrowed her eyes and responded with a wicked grin. “Oh, there is?”
“Sure. It’s a little unconventional, but…”
Jenna stepped closer. “I’m willing to give it a try.”
With that, I grabbed her and drew her into me, unable to contain my lust for her any longer. Turning together, I backed Jenna up against one of the few remaining walls, tilted my head, and pressed my lips against hers.
Chapter 26
Jenna
The essence of intrusion was illicit and instant. Passion flowed through the two of us with an intensity that nearly relit the cinders of the dilapidated house surrounding us. Exposure was certainly an intriguing foreplay and seemed to heighten both the excitement and the urgency for myself as well as Tim.
I groaned as I tilted my head, bracing myself against the wall and thrusting my breasts out so that they pressed wantonly against his chest. As his mouth moved off of my lips and coursed down my throat, the sound of his hot, needy breath reverberated in my ear.
I grinned, turning my head up to give him complete access to my neck as his hands glided over my breasts, separating our bodies only momentarily before returning to clasp me against his body again.
My nipples hardened immediately from his touch and the awareness of my pounding heart and loud breaths were becoming more apparent with every moment that passed.
“Tim…” I groaned as he ran his hands down the side of my body, towards my buttocks.
Once he was able to, he grabbed a firm hold on either side of my ass and hoisted me up, so that my womanliness was flush against his trousers. Grasping a hold of me firmly, he spun me around and lay me down on the now empty desk that stood behind us. As my back braced against the wood and the mahogany desk whined, Tim hooked his thumbs underneath the seam of my dress and shoved it upwards, revealing my underwear to him.
Feeling the chill of the night air against my bare legs caused a quiver to run up my body, but when Tim’s strong, virile hand grasped my undergarment and tore it down my legs, exposing myself to him completely, I screamed out and grasped the edges of the table for stability.
I looked up at him, and Tim put his index finger to his lips as a wicked sneer curled up around his hand. “Shhh…” he hissed, lowering himself on top of me. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”
Now, his face was close to mine, his eyes shining, even in the darkness. Trying not to giggle, I shook my head. “Good…” he growled before pressing his lips against mine.
His kiss was soft, sweet, and deep, but only lasted for a moment before his lips traveled off my mouth and trailed down my cleavage.
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling me into him so close that we pulsed together as one.
With one particularly strong thrust, Tim moaned before standing up straight, backing away and hastily loosening his belt. Once he was able to undo his pants, he yanked them down to his knees, spread his legs apart, and drew my pelvis close to him, so that I could feel the flesh of his hardening manhood as it thrust against my moistening lily.
After a few teasing strokes, he eased himself into me and I gasped as he brought me up. I grasped a hold of his shoulders and slid him deeper inside me.
“Oh…God, yes…” he groaned, starting a slow and steady rhythm of lovemaking. The two of us eased back and forth in a manner that grew hastily rapid as our passion for one another grew.
“Faster…faster…” I breathed as I neared the moment of precious release. I felt my nails digging deeply into his back as I struggled to keep up with the pace.
His strong hands moved me back and forth in an effortless manner. I craved the feel of his fortitude, the solidity of his muscles, and the protection of his arms. Leaning my head back, I moaned again, noticing his own actions were becoming swifter. His need cultivated almost instantly as his breath grew louder and his movements more pointed.
“Oh yes…yes, Jenna…oh my God!” he moaned before one last thrust sent him spiraling into oblivion, giving me the sense of accomplishment I needed to pursue my own nirvana.
I grasped a fresh grip on his shoulders and eased myself into him, slower now, so that I could feel the entirety of his endowment. He entered me completely, filling me fully before easing out and moving back in three more times before finally, with a quaking gasp, I pulled him into me. Holding him inside, I felt the orgasmic eruption overtake me.
Suddenly, the burnt down house didn’t matter, family, friends, and jobs became irrelevant, until the world I knew only consisted of only the two of us.
I felt completely at peace as I finally breathed out and started to return to the real world.
I opened my eyes and grinned before I allowed him to ease out of me. Giving one more gasp, I slid off the desk and fixed my dress, hoping to God I didn’t go back to the house looking too much like sex.
When we returned to my house, Tim stopped in the driveway and stared at me in a serious manner. “I had fun,” I told him earnestly, feeling as though I should fill the silence with something.
“Oh, I did, too,” he replied. “And, I’d love to see you again.”
“Tim, I can’t,” I answered, even though the words almost hurt falling from my lips.
“Why?” He sounded truly disappointed. “You said you had a good time—”
“Yes, but I can’t fall for someone who is going to leave. I can’t do that to myself.”
Easily, he slid an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him. The scent of his cologne and our passion intertwined like a musk that immediately alerted my senses. I felt my stomach flutter and my breasts tingle as I found myself wishing there was another way.
“Jenna…” He spoke quietly and with a sincerity that I hoped was real. “No one can see into the future. No one knows what’s going to happen tomorrow. All we have is today, right now, and I like what we have right now. I don’t want to give it up before we know for sure what tomorrow will bring.”
I sighed, feeling swayed by what seemed to be earnest intentions. After all, the truth was I wanted to see him again to and I knew if he asked, the fire that he has raged inside of me wouldn’t allow me to refuse him.
Chapter 27
Tim
By the next day, although the routine didn’t vary, I saw a notable difference in my father’s recovery. For the first time, I was confident in the idea that he was, in fact, getting progressively better.
That was comforting, even though my hurry to leave had burned to only a remaining cinder, almost completely eclipsed by the heated passion Jenna and I had shared the night before. All I wanted to do was hold her in my arms again.
I sighed, trying not to think about her while I a
te breakfast with my father, but everything I did and anything anyone said reminded me of the night before. After breakfast, I helped my father into his recliner and sat down to watch the news with him.
Maybe some bad news will get my mind off of what happened last night, I thought, but quickly realized that the added mischief of having sex in a scorched house was merely laying the groundwork for the news to be the fuel to the fire behind my reminisces.
Thankfully, before I could fantasize about anything really fucked up, there was a knock at the door. I was pleased to see Hayden standing there and not anyone else; God forbid Jenna had shown up. I wasn’t sure I would be able to control myself.
I certainly hadn’t been able to last night.
I let him in and led him into the living room. “Hayden! Good to see you!” my father exclaimed, perking up immediately, saying more to Hayden in the first five seconds than he had said to me in the last five days. I tried not to react. After all, I should be used to this by now.
“Good to see you, too, Sir.” Hayden grinned. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m still kickin’,” he answered positively.
For the love of God! I thought, unable to hide my annoyance at the fact that I couldn’t even get my father to give me that good of a half-assed answer when I inquired about his wellbeing.
“So, what brings you around here so early?” I asked.
“It’s my day off, so we’re going fishing,” Hayden informed me, making it clear that the subject was not open for discussion.
“That so?”
I knew I was going. Even though I needed to get work done, I was also aware that my head was far too full to truly focus on the program. Therefore, I decided, another day with Hayden would be good for me.
“Yep. I’ve already packed the truck. Let’s get to it. The fish ain’t gonna wait for us to catch ‘em.” He chuckled.
“Yes, Sir. Those fish are sneaky bastards,” my father added jovially as I turned to him in question. “Go on. Get outta here. I’m fed, watered, and have gone to the bathroom. I’ll be fine for a few hours.” I shook my head and followed Hayden out the door.
When we got to our fishing spot, we cracked open a few cold ones and caught more of a buzz in the first hour than any fish.
“Do you remember that time you decided to hack into the school computer system?” Hayden laughed. “I kept watch outside…and ended up taking the rap because I refused to admit you were the one who did it?”
“Yeah,” I answered, feeling the alcohol calming my nerves. “Why didn’t you just admit it? Your momma was so mad at you. She didn’t hardly talk to me for a week.” I laughed, not drunk enough for my slang to go unnoticed, but buzzed enough and in the right company that I didn’t have to care. That felt good.
“Cause, it was worth it, seeing that picture of the principal dressed as a clown in a dress override every screen in the entire school. Plus, I just got suspended. If Old Man Finkle had caught you, he’d have probably called the police.”
“Damn, that old geezer hated me,” I mused, thinking about when life was simpler and I was far more carefree.
“Well, you were a lot smarter than he was. I’m sure that had something to do with it,” Hayden chuckled.
“I really was a rotten kid, wasn’t I?”
“You grew into being a rotten adult, too,” Hayden retorted with a laugh. “You’re an asshole. I’m the only one who can stand to be around you. Everyone else might worship you for putting this town on the map, but they think their geological savior came in a pretty strange package.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I know. They’ve always thought I was strange. Some of the older people even tried to say I was an alien.”
“No. They didn’t give you that much credit. They said you were abducted by aliens and they put something in your brain that gave you all your crazy, eccentric ideas.”
“Oh…that’s right. There was even a newspaper article about it, right?”
“Yeah! With direct quotes from both of us.”
“Your momma wasn’t thrilled with me that time, either.” I grinned. “It’s a wonder you were ever allowed to hang out with me.”
“Aw, she knew I was every bit as bad an influence on you as you were on me. Besides, she kind of missed you when you left. The gossip in the beauty parlor was never as interesting as when you were in town.”
I chuckled. “So, I heard, you’re donating the materials to build Michelle’s house? Jenna Barnes’ sister?”
“That’s right,” he responded. “It seems like the right thing to do. They’ve always been good people. Damn shame what happened to them.”
I agreed. “Yeah. I’ve been getting to know Jenna a little better…”
“So, you talked to her?”
“Sort of,” I replied, not wanting to go into detail about my proposition and feeling that it was a little too personal to expand upon our activities.
“I see,” he said before taking a swig of his beer. “You seem to like her a lot. Is she just a hometown girl or—”
“No!” I snapped, a little too defensively.
“Oh.” His shoulders rose and fell with indifference. “I was just curious.”
“Yeah, I know, but you were right. There’s something special about her. She’s smart and interesting. I actually enjoy talking to her – and the sex is great. But more than that, there’s something…I don’t know, there…”
“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” Hayden admitted.
“Me neither. Especially about someone around here.”
He agreed. “So…” Hayden inquired after a pause, “What are you going to do when you move back?”
I had avoided asking myself the same question for as long as possible, but now that it was out in the open, I sat back and contemplated it for a moment, but came up empty.
“You know, Hayden? That’s a good question.”
Chapter 28
Jenna
I awoke to the distinct feeling of eyes staring at me. At first I tried to ignore it, figuring I was only dreaming and that the strange feeling would eventually pass. However, that wasn’t the case. The more I tried to ignore the sensation, the more intense the feeling became.
Finally, I opened my eyes, unable to take the strange feeling any longer.
However, when I opened my eyes, I was overcome with a fit of laughter at the sight of Michelle and Kassie both starting at me with wide eyes. They looked like two owls sitting there, and that thought made me giggle more.
“Good morning!” I groaned with a silly grin.
“Aunt Jenna!” Kassie exclaimed excitedly, leaping on the bed.
“Rawr!” I screamed as she let out a shrill giggle. I rose up and swallowed her in the blankets, wrapping her up like a burrito as she laughed.
Michelle joined in, tickling her until Kassie was able to wiggle out and leap into her mother’s arms. “Well, you’re just a little ball of energy today, huh?” Michelle laughed.
“Can we go to the park, Momma?” Kassie asked, her eyes illuminated with excitement.
“Umm…” Michelle thought aloud.
“Sure!” I answered for her while Michelle stared at me in question, ensuring that this was truly what I wanted to do.
I grinned, genuinely excited about the idea of running around on a playground and being silly. After all, for as much as I love my job, being a doctor was serious and left little time for fun. This was a rare opportunity.
So, we all got dressed and drove over to the park. I chased Kassie around until she lost interest in favor of the slide, allowing me to have a break. Breathing heavy from running, I sat down next to my sister and grinned at her.
“How was that for a workout?”
“The best,” I admitted and turned to see Michelle’s devilish grin. “What?”
“You were late getting home last night.”
“Okay…” I answered in a drawn-out manner. “Mom?”
Michelle playfully hit my arm. “That’s no
t what I mean! How did your date go?”
“Oh! It went great,” I assured, happy that she wasn’t trying to parent me, but hoping to be able to skirt the issue of exactly what we did the night before. For as much as my sister wanted me to be happy, I was certain that she wouldn’t appreciate knowing quite how happy Tim had made me amidst the ashes of her home.
I smiled at the thought.
“Did you get a room?” she inquired.
“Yeah!” I said. Kind of. “We had a good time, but mostly, we talked about the proposal he had for you,” I added, trying to get off the subject of me and Tim together. “He wanted to pay for your house being rebuilt.”
Michelle’s eyes grew wide and she sat back, stunned. “What?”
“Yup. Pay for the whole thing – crew and everything. He said he didn’t want to take the chance that people might do say one thing and do another.”
“Wow,” she responded, obviously flabbergasted. “What did you tell him?”
“I told him, thanks, but no thanks. We could use all the help we could get, but since the community was willing to give their time to help us, we trusted them to do a good job,” I answered, for the first time wondering if I’d made the wrong decision.
“That’s exactly what I would’ve said,” she replied instantly. “I’m not looking for a handout.”
“That’s what I said, but he insisted that wasn’t what he was doing.”
“I’m not looking for that, either…” she replied, sounding disgusted.
“No! I’m not…he didn’t…oh God, no!” I made a face. “I really think he wants to help. I think he likes me, and I’m starting to think there’s more to him than just money.”
“Oh yeah?” she teased. “What happened to, oh...anyone can write a check…his charity means nothing…I still think he’s a good-for-nothing asshole.”
“I never said that…exactly.”
“You didn’t have to. Trust me,” Michelle teased.
