Bourbon Springs Box Set: Volume II, Books 4-6 (Bourbon Springs Box Sets Book 2)

by Jennifer Bramseth

  “Like what you see?”

  She giggled. “Are you sure you know how to use that thing?” she quipped, and pointed to his shaft.

  “Only one way you’ll ever find out.”

  Jon jerked the covers from the bed, picked her up, and playfully threw her onto the mattress. Within seconds, Jon had stripped off her jeans and panties, and she was before him completely nude.

  “Fuck…,” he whispered under his breath as he stood over her, marveling at the sight of her full breasts, round hips, and the dark red curls between her legs.

  “Like what you see?” she threw back at him, then moved to turn off the lamp beside the bed.

  “Wait!” He scrambled from the bed to his pile of clothes.

  She sat up, perturbed at the delay. “What are you—oh, I see.”

  Jon was pulling his wallet out and poking through the contents. And getting more and more desperate.

  “I don’t think I have one,” he said.

  Pepper sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to her. “Get yourself back over here.” He came and sat beside her, looking very disappointed. “I seem to remember that part of the conversation we were having before we ended up naked together on top of this bed involved something called trust. So let me tell you two things: I’m clean and on the pill. Your turn.”

  “I’m clean but—you’re saying you’re okay without a condom?”

  “Yes, and I don’t think I could say that to anyone else. I trust my best friend.”

  “Me too.”

  He kissed her softly and Pepper was a little disappointed. She wanted the sex-crazed version of Jon back.

  Pepper got her wish in the next instant when she felt his hand slip between her legs. She started a little, and the movement parted her legs just enough so that Jon could stroke her.

  “Up on the bed,” he directed. She obeyed. “Spread your legs for me.”

  Was this what Jon was like in bed? The alpha male? She wasn’t sure whether she liked it, but was intrigued enough to play along until she wasn’t having fun.

  She spread her legs wide for him, and he positioned his face at her crotch.

  Jon kissed the very tip of her clit and flicked it with his tongue, and she whimpered. For a few seconds, he gently blew on her folds and she began to squirm under his attentions.

  “Jon…”

  “What do you want me to do, Pepper?"

  “I… I…”

  “Tell me,” he ordered in the same voice he’d used when he told her to spread ’em.

  “Show me how you need me… Make love to me…,” she whispered.

  “How? Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, Pepper. I want to hear you tell me how you want to come.”

  “Put your… mouth on me and… and your fingers inside me, Jon,” she panted.

  He granted her wish before she’d finished saying his name. He plunged two fingers into her as he brought his mouth to her clit and began to gently suck. She cried his name and he laughed lightly as he sought to hold her hips to the bed with his one free hand.

  Pepper hadn’t come in the longest time—not for lack of trying on her part. But for the past year or so she’d been unable to climax at her own hand and hadn’t taken the step of buying a vibrator. She had been seriously sexually frustrated and was wild with lust as she felt herself building toward a sexual peak.

  Jon removed his mouth from her clit, but moved his thumb to its place instead.

  “I think you’ll agree I know how to use this,” he said kissing her on the mouth, “and that I’m also pretty skilled at this,” he added, rubbing his thumb hard against her nub as he plunged three fingers into her.

  He was moving to kiss her again when she spasmed around his fingers and sucked in a sharp, high breath. Pepper arched her back, and could only faintly whisper his name as she climaxed hard on Jon’s hand, one of her arms outstretched on the bed with fingers clawing the covers, her other hand gripping the side of his surprisingly strong arm. Her hips continued to move against him as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her body. Spent and ecstatic, Pepper collapsed back onto the bed with Jon’s fingers still inside her.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said and bent to kiss her.

  She was panting hard, in a haze of pleasure, but still found a little energy to smirk and let him know he wasn’t completely in control.

  Pepper grabbed his cock, and he jumped at her touch.

  “You still haven’t shown me you know how to use this,” she hissed, and pumped him lightly.

  Swatting her hand away, Jon moved over her and plunged into her depths, then froze.

  “Don’t move or I’ll come right now,” he said, breathing hard and eyes half-lidded. “And I don’t want to do that. I want to make love to you. I want to see you come again and feel you around me. I want this moment to last a lot longer. So don’t move.”

  She looked up at Jon—her friend, the man who had just given her the best orgasm of her life, the man who was inside her at that very moment—and began to cry.

  Her tears seemed to pull him back from the brink of his climax, and he asked her what was wrong.

  “Nothing!” she cried through tears and a giggle. “I’m just—just—”

  “What?” he pleaded.

  “Happy, and that’s still an unfamiliar feeling for me.”

  “Get used to it,” he said and kissed her. Pepper wrapped her legs tightly around him. “Careful…” he warned in a throaty, unfamiliar voice.

  “Or else what?”

  “Or I’ll get there before you.”

  “I already got there, and thanks to you, remember?” she countered, thrusting her hips against him.

  “Oh, no,” he said. “I still have something to prove to you. I’m going to show you that I know how to use it,” Jon said and pointed to where they were joined.

  He pulled out of her about halfway and slipped in and out several times. Pepper responded immediately. Her head fell back against the pillow as Jon hit a spot inside her with his shallow thrusts. She wasn’t sure how much longer he could deny himself the pleasure of being fully enveloped by her, especially when she started to sense from his ragged breathing he was getting close again. He slowly, completely filled her once more; she grinned and then deliberately clenched around him.

  And that was too much for him.

  “Pepper…” he grunted, and she felt Jon’s whole body tense as he climaxed. But as he sought his own pleasure with a few hard, deep thrusts and spilled himself into her, Pepper suddenly came again and peaked just before he collapsed on top of her.

  She relished the burden of his weight on her as their bodies mingled in the intense afterglow. His breath was heavy on her shoulder, and she felt powerful and happy to know that she had brought him as much pleasure as he had given her.

  After about a half a minute of blissful postcoital entanglement, she found her voice.

  “Damn…” she whispered in his ear. “What… what was that?” she asked, reverence in her voice.

  Jon rolled off her, then pulled her to his chest and kissed the top of her head. “That was us, Pepper. Together. That’s what happens.”

  They slept for a little while, she knew not how long. It was sweet, sexy, and lazy sleep, that rest that descended after physically and emotionally consuming sex. Their hands sought ordinary spots on the other’s body—a hip, a shoulder, the side of the leg—which became sensitized by a simple and loving caress. They were exploring each other as they entered a new world together.

  But soon Pepper was fully awakened by the sensation of Jon’s mouth on her left nipple. He had pressed his body against hers, and she was thrilled to feel he was already hard again.

  By that time, the room was in near-darkness, but a night-light near the bed cast a soft glow on their bodies.

  She looked down to find him worshipping her once more with his mouth, and he caught her glance.

  “Didn’t have enough time to enjoy these on the first round.�
� He kissed her nipple while bringing a hand to her other breast to tease it. “We sort of went straight to other things.”

  Pepper moaned, grasped Jon’s head in her hands, and pulled his head even closer to her breast.

  “What… what time is it?” she managed to ask.

  “We have a whole hour before we have to meet Hannah, if that’s your question.” Jon pulled up until his face was directly over hers. “Let me make love to you again.”

  “Beg me,” she commanded.

  Instead, he moved his hand to her wetness, and began to stroke her again with his thumb. He sat up on his knees and towered over her. “You’re so ready for me,” he said, “and all this isn’t the calling card I left after my visit. That’s you,” Jon said and he took his fingers and smeared her wetness all over her labia and clit, “wanting me again.”

  Pepper reached up and grabbed his length. “And this is you,” she said and lightly stroked him, “wanting me again. So beg me.”

  His hand dropped away from her body. “Let me… please let me make love to you again…”

  “Tell me what you want to do to me.” She removed her hand from his erection but then stroked the underside with one finger. “Tell me exactly, Jon. I want to hear how you plan to make me come again tonight.”

  “I want… I want to flip you over and take you here again,” he said and slipped a finger into her to make clear his intention.

  “Hmm,” she mused. “Sounds fun, but not sure that will get the job done.”

  “Let me try,” he begged.

  “Then show me how you need me. Again.”

  Pepper moved off the mattress until she was up on her knees in front of Jon, with his erection pressed against her stomach. She kissed him, then pushed him off the end of the bed so she could assume the position.

  “I’ve never done it like this,” she admitted. “On all fours, right?”

  Jon climbed back up onto the bed and positioned himself behind her on his knees. He grasped her hips until she was perfectly positioned in front of him. Her legs were slightly apart as he held his erection and wet the tip of it in her folds before slipping inside her.

  They both let out long sighs as they joined again, and Pepper looked to her right. They were reflected in a dresser’s mirror, the curves of their connected bodies discernible in the glow of the faint light.

  “Tell me what’s next,” she said and clenched around him, giving him a little signal of readiness.

  “This.” He moved his hand to her clit, where he stroked her.

  She bucked against his hand and his shaft, and Jon had to bring his hands firmly to her hips to stay inside her.

  “Be still.” He ran his hands up and down the sides of her thighs before clutching her hips again. “Watch what you do to me, Pepper. Watch as you make me crazy.”

  She turned her head and saw their dark yet visible images in the mirror as Jon began to move in and out of her. He started slowly, but soon increased the frequency of his thrusts. Jon’s hands dug into Pepper’s hips as he slammed into her harder and deeper. Their bodies slapped together in the classic rhythm of frantic, lust-driven lovers.

  Watching in the mirror as Jon made love to her—as she drove him into a sexual frenzy which he was about to release inside her—was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. And due to his angle of penetration, each thrust was hitting a very sweet little spot inside her that no man had ever discovered.

  She built steadily, allowing him to set the pace of their lovemaking, and enjoyed the experience as well as witnessing it all unfold in the mirror. Then she came hard again, clenching and spasming once more that night. Pepper’s arms collapsed and her weight fell forward, but Jon held her hips against him. Jon slammed hard and deep into her just a few more times until he came, digging his fingertips into her hips while crying her name in a shuddering call. Unable to speak or move, she felt him fall by her side, and dissolved into the delicious oblivion of satisfaction and slumber.

  * * *

  Jon fell onto the bed at Pepper’s side and spooned her to him. She was limp, and he realized that she was asleep—or had actually passed out.

  And he was nearly unconscious as well.

  It had been the hardest he had ever come in his life.

  And it had happened not with his ex-wife, or a girlfriend, or even at his own hand.

  It had only happened with Pepper.

  And he knew that this was not just some recently-developed, lusty attraction he was dealing with.

  He already loved Pepper as a friend.

  Now he knew that he was in love with her.

  It shouldn’t have been so shocking to realize, but the number of years they had taken to get to this point made the situation seem so unreal. His attraction was natural yet unfamiliar, which produced a mixture of anxiety and excitement in him.

  He pulled Pepper’s hair from her face, kissed her shoulder, and spoke.

  “Don’t fall asleep,” he urged her, a ridiculous request under the circumstances. “We’re supposed to go meet Hannah.”

  Pepper was completely unresponsive.

  Jon turned over just enough to see the clock on the table beside the bed. They had twenty minutes before dinner.

  Jon knew that if he closed his eyes for a moment he’d be out cold, and they’d both be discovered later that evening by the mistress of the house. And while Hannah might look slightly askance at the messy sheets (which, with a little effort, could be rectified), there would be no overlooking the two naked, spent lovers in her guest room upon her return to her home. Hannah was a good sport, but he figured even she had her limits.

  With painful effort, Jon pulled himself from the bed, and went to the bathroom to tidy up. He found a washcloth and placed it by the sink, knowing that Pepper would probably need to avail herself of its use.

  Not wanting to disturb her, he didn’t turn on a light in the bedroom and fumbled about in the dark for his clothing. He located his jeans and was pleased to feel the weight of his phone in one of the pockets. He removed and checked it, and saw a text from Hannah.

  Forget dinner. Here until at least 9! Go to Windmill or raid my fridge (if u can find something to eat in it). Sorry!

  He let his jeans drop to the floor and moved back to the bed. As he pulled the covers up over the two of them, he was surprised that Pepper turned over and appeared groggy although awake.

  “We’re off the hook for dinner.” Jon brushed some of her hair from her face. “Hannah suggested we eat here or The Windmill. And from what she indicated about how much food is in this house, we’ll probably be going out.” Pepper nodded and furrowed her brow.

  “Don’t start that.” He brushed a finger across her forehead to smooth the wrinkles.

  “Start what?”

  “Worrying, thinking, overanalyzing what just happened.”

  “I thought that’s what attorneys did all the time and got paid the big bucks to do it.”

  “You’re not an attorney. And I don’t make the big bucks.”

  “Neither do I—oh—wait. I didn’t. Still think of myself as a fourth-grade schoolteacher.”

  “Hard to change that mindset.”

  “About a lot of things.”

  “Pepper, don’t—”

  “Jon, I’ve never just fallen into bed with a man like this, okay? I feel like we’ve not even been on a first date and here we are all of a sudden.”

  “Sudden?” He propped himself up on his elbow. “How the hell is this sudden, Pepper? We’ve had thousands of first dates. We’re hardly strangers.”

  “I know, but—”

  “Please don’t tell me you regret what just happened. Because I don’t. Not a minute. Not a single thing we did.” He put a hand on her face. “I don’t end up in the bed of someone I don’t care about. That has never happened. And it certainly didn’t happen tonight.”

  “I don’t regret anything, Jon,” she assured him. “What happened tonight was wonderful—beyond wonderful—it was the b
est—”

  “The best ever?”

  Pepper closed her eyes, reddened, and smiled.

  “Same here,” he admitted, and her eyes flew open. “So we’re even on that score. And nice to know,” he added, bringing his hand to her cheek.

  “But what did just happen between us? How did it happen? Why?”

  “What happened was what we both wanted to happen. Why question it? Why fight it?”

  “Because it seems too easy. Too good to be true.”

  “Like winning the lottery?” he countered. “This is real, Pepper. At least it is for me. Give it a chance. Give us a chance.”

  She sighed and looked uncertain. “Okay, but we need to take this slow.”

  “We have been taking it slow—for nearly the past two decades.”

  Pepper put her head back on the pillow. “Jon, I just won the lottery, I’m moving, and I just put my mother in a home. That’s a lot of change.”

  “Are you saying that you don’t want to see where this goes?” He felt a twinge of panic at the thought that Pepper might think this was merely a one-time thing.

  “I’m saying that my life right now is pretty crazy, and I don’t know how to handle any more crazy.”

  He kissed her and was relieved when he felt her responding. Jon pulled away, put his hand on her cheek, and looked at her with all the intensity he usually reserved for staring down someone in court.

  “This isn’t crazy, Pepper.”

  “What we did was pretty damn crazy! It was—” she closed her eyes. “Jon, I—I’ve never reacted to a man like I did to you tonight. I don’t like losing control.”

  “I think you were very much in control a few times tonight.”

  “You know what I mean,” she said a little irritably.

  “So what are you saying? Back to friends? I don’t think I can do that.” He moved his hand down the side of her body until it rested on her hip under the covers.

  “No. That’s impossible after what just happened between us.”

  “Good.”

  Jon slid his hand to her rear and pressed his erection against her, signaling his plea to make love once more.

  “But I don’t know if I’m ready to suddenly reveal ourselves as a couple. I’m not sure I’m emotionally prepared for that kind of change. It’s too much to think about.”