By the time they reached Jenna’s house, they’d circled back around to the starting point of their conversation.
“I know it’s going to take some work but I’m not ready to give you up yet, Jenna. I shouldn’t have let you walk away that day.”
“And I’m sorry for walking away. I was worried that I wouldn’t fit into your life. I mean, I don’t even know what you do for a living or where you live.”
“Most of my family is in the travel business. We facilitate tourists coming into Nepal. I act as liaison to the travel companies all over the world, though mostly in the US.”
“Where do you live?”
“Nowhere, really. I mean, I’ve got an apartment in Nepal and one in New York City and Frisco but that doesn’t mean I can’t work out of somewhere smaller, like, say, Reading?”
“But what about my brother? He’s going to take one look at you and know.”
Andy hadn’t gotten around to telling Jenna that he’d heard an interesting story about Joss in the past couple of days. A story that, if it were true, might just change the way Joss looked at the world.
“We’ll worry about that when it happens. I’ve gotten pretty good at hiding in plain sight.”
Jenna looked as if she was about to say something else but they’d finally reached her neighborhood. Finally, Andy pulled his truck to a stop at the curb.
Jenna’s neighborhood should’ve been in the dictionary next to the definition of suburban.
All small brick homes probably built in the 50s. Square little boxes that had been modified over the years until they each had their own personality.
Jenna’s looked like a dollhouse. Her exterior had been painted white, the shutters were a deep purple, the front door bright yellow. The expansive flower beds mimicked those same colors. Only a couple of patches of grass remained in the front yard and the front porch was a square of white concrete filled with pots of plants.
It looked so…normal.
Until he noticed the gnome peeking out of one of the beds. And the fairy and the gargoyles. And the… “Where did you find garden statues of the Argonath?”
She smiled as she slid out of his SUV then waited for him to join her on the sidewalk before heading toward the front door. Actually, they almost ran. If any of her neighbors were watching, they probably had a good laugh as Andy nearly tripped over his own feet watching Jenna hurry to the front door and throw it open.
“Do you really want to talk about my Lord of the Rings obsession right now or would you rather be naked in bed?”
Good thing he’d already made it up the steps or he’d probably be on his face.
As it was, he barely remembered to duck as he stepped through the door, which flew shut behind him as Jenna shoved it then began tearing at his clothes.
“How about naked on the couch. It’s closer.”
“Fine by me.”
“Wait. Can you leave the dress on?”
“Only if you leave the pants.”
“For you, baby, anything.”
She pulled back to smile at him, the way he was already addicted to, then lifted her skirt. She was bare beneath it.
His heart nearly stopped before beginning to thump like a heavy metal drum line. “Holy crap, Jenna. If I’d known you were naked under there, we’d be doing it in the car on Tim’s lane.”
“I think I like my couch better.”
“I think you should come here now.”
Instead of obeying his not very forceful command, she reached for his pants.
He groaned. “Okay, that works too.”
She didn’t tease him. No, his Jenna was practical about it. She wanted his pants open, she opened his pants. And when she had them down low enough that she could get her hands around his cock, she began stroking him even as she maneuvered him until he sank onto the couch.
He was pretty sure he heard something creak beneath him but then Jenna lifted her skirt again and placed one knee on either side of his hips.
He got a peek at her pretty pussy, and he was gone. Normal had never felt so good.
Leaning forward, she feathered her mouth against his as she brushed the lips of her sex against the tip of his cock.
He groaned, the sound rumbling against his ribs, and felt Jenna’s mouth curve in a smile.
When he grabbed her hips, ready to pull her down onto him, she put her hands over his and shook her head. “No, no. This time, we’re playing by my rules.”
“Honey, as long as your rules say you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, I’m good with that.”
She released him and cupped his face in her hands, staring into his eyes with a smile. “Now why would I want to go anywhere when here is pretty damn good?”
Her hips moved again, eliciting another groan from him as she rubbed against his length. Her juices coated his cock in slick heat as her lips closed over his.
He opened his mouth when her tongue flicked against his lips, which parted to allow her access. Her tongue slid into his mouth and played with his, tormenting him, until he couldn’t take it anymore and took over the kiss.
He sank his hands into her hair and pulled her even closer, her breasts pressing against his chest.
Sliding one hand from her hair, he trailed his fingers along her neck until he reached the neckline of her dress.
Stretchy. Good.
He pulled it down until he freed one breast. “No bra,” he said against her lips. “I admire your authenticity.”
“More like I didn’t have a bra that wouldn’t show.”
“All the better for me.”
Wrapping one arm around her waist, he lifted her until he had the right angle for his lips to suck on one puckered nipple.
Her breathless sigh made his blood pound and he licked and sucked until her hips ground against his abdomen and his cock was so hard, he could probably hit home runs with it.
“Andy.”
He really loved the way she said his name when he had his teeth on her nipple.
“Yeah?”
“I want you. Right now.”
But he hadn’t tasted her other breast yet. So he ignored her until he’d sufficiently played with that one as well.
By the time he leaned back, Jenna had a death grip on his hair and a beatific look on her face.
Not that he was unaffected. Hell, his muscles shook with the strain of holding steady, of not yanking her down onto his cock and forcing her to ride him like a cowgirl.
Now, though… It was definitely time.
“Jenna.”
Her eyes opened to a half slit, dark and mysterious. “Yes.”
That definitely wasn’t a question.
With a slight adjustment, she repositioned herself, her sex closing around the head of his cock.
As she sank onto him in slow, measured strokes, he watched her eyes close as bliss transformed her expression.
Heat shot through him. From his cock to his balls to his spine, where it spread out like lightning. She rode him just like he’d imagined she would, just hard enough to rattle him but slow enough to make him want to beg. Sinking her teeth into his earlobe, she tugged then licked the tiny hurt. “I think I’m gonna like living on the Fringe, Andy.”
Grabbing her hips, he couldn’t wait any longer. He began to thrust hard and fast.
His balls tightened, his cock throbbed and he lost the battle. With his arms tight around her, he gasped out her name as he came. Just before she did the same.
“If this is normal, babe,” he said, still trying to catch his breath, “it’s way more fun than I ever gave it credit for.”
About the Author
Stephanie Julian is an avid reader who used to have a book-a-day habit. Then she realized she not only wanted to read books but write them too. Romance has always been her first love, the sexier the better. Hot men, strong women and a heaping helping of magic dominate (and she does mean dominate) her blazing hot stories.