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He growled, his mouth moving onto my other breast and giving it the same treatment before he decided to move on. He helped me tug off my jeans, then my panties, placing his hands on my thighs and spreading my legs wide for him.
I reached for him, then. He’d lost his t-shirt already, but I didn’t need him to strip completely. I pulled his hips into the space between my spread thighs, then undid the fly and tugged them down to his thighs, along with the boxers underneath.
His cock was hard and bobbing in the air, pointed right at me. I wrapped my hand around the length, my body trembling with anticipation. I lay back, my legs going around his hips to hold on as I guided him to my entrance.
“Rachel,” he whispered, sounding reluctant, almost tortured.
I just moaned, wrapping my free arm around him. I shifted my lips against him, gasping when the head of his cock touched my sex. I used him a little, pressing the head of his cock down on my clit, making my body shudder. Then with a slight shift of my hand and hips, he was sliding into me, and I sighed as I tightened my limbs around him, pulling him all the way inside.
“Rachel,” Jason whispered again.
He leaned down, laying his body down on mine. He wrapped his arms around my back, holding me close, as he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss.
“I missed you,” he said.
I smiled into the kiss, keeping my eyes closed, even as my body moved restlessly against his.
“I missed you, too,” I admitted.
He started to move. Slowly at first, careful thrusts that rubbed against my walls and hit all the right spots. My nails dug into his back; my feet pushed into his ass cheeks. My gasps and moans were muffled by his mouth against mine, and I couldn’t tell him just what I wanted.
But this was Jason. And if I knew him best, then he knew me best.
After long moments of teasing, that I didn’t mind anyway, he picked up his pace. His thrusts became a little faster, and he’d pull out further for more depth. His hips rolled against mine with every thrust, until he was fucking me hard and fast.
“Jason,” I groaned out in a gasp, holding on tighter.
The ground wasn’t the most comfortable of places. But, with his arms around me and with my limbs around his, I could barely feel it. All I could feel was an overwhelming pleasure that grew and grew inside me. Until, eventually, it burst, and I let out a short scream before I could muffle it as I came harder than I ever had before.
Jason groaned, not stopping as I convulsed hard on his cock. Then his thrusts became erratic, his hips jerking against mine as I felt the warmth inside me from his release.
We slumped into the blanket, holding on tightly to each other as we panted for breath, sated.
Chapter Thirteen
Jason
Another week had passed, and in that time, Rachel had been going less and less to her place. She’d all but moved in with the child, and most of his stuff was put into the extra room. I was still coaxing her to bring more of her stuff. Eventually, I would talk her into moving in permanently.
If only it would be that easy. We had to talk, I knew, not just have sex, which we were doing plenty of in between work. It was a wonder we hadn’t been caught yet. Or at least, I thought we hadn’t been caught. I was getting sick and tired of running around in secret, though.
Tonight, I planned to have her join me in my room for the first time.
Because she was coming with more stuff, I’d insisted on her leaving work early to bring him back. I hated the times when she had to call the sitter for him instead of just tagging him along. I hadn’t spent much time around him, and the most I did was hear him cry. But, I’d grown used to the thought of him being my son.
When I heard a car coming up the drive, I rushed out the house, feeling anxious. I gave a quick nod to the ranch hand that had given her a ride and went to help her get her stuff while she got out with the toddler. Then we walked into the house with her cooing at the boy, and I got to watch without her noticing.
They look so amazing together…
I’d never thought much about being a dad, but I had to admit, more than getting used to it, that I could learn to absolutely love the image in front of me. Rachel and I had been getting along as of late, and maybe…just maybe…she and I could be a family, with our toddler in the middle. I would give my son the family I never had growing up.
We were in the room, with me by the doorway as Rachel set down the child when I realized I’d overlooked something important.
“What’s his name?”
She paused and looked up at me at the unexpected question. I was frowning at her.
“What?” she squeaked.
I arched an eyebrow, wondering what she was so freaked out about, but I didn’t ask. I had a pretty good idea, anyway.
“I just realized I never asked.”
“Oh,” she said. “His name is Jack.”
Jack…
He’d already fallen asleep, and Rachel set him in the crib.
“Can you tell me who the father is?” I asked slowly.
Rachel turned to me, looking spooked again, and I wondered if she knew just how easily she’d given herself up.
“A one-night stand,” she blurted out. “That, uh… I don’t remember him, so…”
I narrowed my eyes at her, and she fidgeted. She kept shifting on her feet, hands clasping together and twisting, then clutching at the skirt she was wearing.
She’s not ready, I realized. I’d have to wait for her to tell me the truth. But, I could still enjoy myself in the meantime.
“Do you have the baby monitor set up?” I asked abruptly, changing the subject.
“Huh?” she blinked at me, going still, confused at first. Then her face lit up, and she looked around the room as she nodded. “Uh, yeah. I set up the microphone end already, and I take the speaker with me wherever I go.”
“And where’s that?”
She picked it up out of her things to show me.
Satisfied, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her behind me. She gasped, but didn’t resist. I pulled her over to my room a couple of doors down, where the noise wouldn’t carry over to the toddler. I picked up the baby monitor, set it on top of the dresser where it would be out of the way, then pulled her over to the bed.
Rachel groaned, but it wasn’t exactly in protest.
“Couldn’t you have waited for this? It’ll be dinner soon…”
“You can help me cook afterward,” I said insistently. I brought us to a stop beside the bed and turned back to her. “I’ve wanted to take you while we’re in here for a while. I never brought you home, remember?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. Nathan did that for you.”
“I always thought the two of you were too close,” I muttered.
Then, I ducked my head for a kiss, and there was no more talking.
We stripped each other down quickly, and I paused now and then to listen to the baby monitor. But little Jack didn’t wake up. Minutes later, we were lying on the bed on our sides, making out to our heart’s content. Then, Rachel pushed me, flipping me over to straddle my thighs. She grinned down at me as I stared at her in surprise.
“Hey, there,” she said, teasing.
She reached down between us, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock. She gave a couple of strokes, and I watched in fascination as she rose up on her knees, holding my cock up between her legs. With a twist of her hips, I could feel her walls sliding down on me. My hands moved to her hips, and I held my breath as she slid all the way down, until her ass cheeks sat on my thighs.
I tried to rise from my position so I could kiss her. But she pressed both her palms against my shoulders and shook her head.
“Oh, no,” she said, sounding breathless. There were two high spots of pink on her cheeks. Her lips were parted as she panted for breath, wisps of her hair sticking to her already sweaty forehead. “You’re going to lie down and let me do it this time, Jason. This is my show.”
All I could do was groan and do as she said. I watched, as she rose up on her knees until only the tip of my cock remained inside her, then slammed down, making us both cry out. She did it again, and again, bouncing in my lap. My eyes couldn’t decide where to rest; on her face, with her amazing expressions of pleasure; her breasts, bouncing with every bounce of her hips. Or, the place where we were joined, watching my cock disappear in and out of her as she took what she wanted from me.
“Fuck, yes,” I growled, settling on all three, my eyes going up and down her body.
I was getting a little impatient, though. I rose my knees, planting my feet on the bed, as I firmed my grip on Rachel’s hips. Then, I moved. As she slid down, I thrust my hips up into her, and as she rose up, I pulled back. We worked up a rhythm that had us both orgasming minutes later, Rachel calling my name as I bit back the shout that wanted to rise out of my throat.
