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Five years later
“Wake up babe.” His soft drawl fills my heart with a flutter. Warmth spreads all the way to the place between my thighs. I’m still sore from last night.
“What?” I grunt, all groggy. “Let me sleep, asshole.”
Some nights I wake screaming Jesse’s name. It took him two years to get back up on the mountain after what happened. He spent those years teaching kids the sport, and I love him even more for it. After he did that, he broke each snowboard record in the pipe and won every gold medal in the game. I’m not angry or scared anymore; this is what he is supposed to do. And I love how happy it makes him.
“Wake up,” he pleads again, shaking me.
“I don’t think so. It’s probably six in the morning,” I grumble, staring at the clock on the nightstand.
“The kids are still asleep, and I want you now,” he drawls, his warm breath tickling my ear.
I turn on my back and look right into his wild stare. “Jesse Winchester, what the hell are you doing?”
He kisses my collarbone. “I want to fuck you. It’s Sunday, babe. That has to count for something.” He pouts.
“Does it?” I giggle as he scrapes his weeks’ worth of stubble against my neck. “You fucked me last night. And you cornered me in the garage when the kids were with Angie and her girls,” I husk out. He presses his lips against my throat, and I groan.
“I remember,” he purrs. “I told you to bend over.”
“You kicked my legs apart and plowed into me from behind,” I tell him, letting out a shaky breath.
He waggles his eyebrows. “You are giving me a hard on, babe, with your dirty little story, and I fucking liked it.”
I turn on my side. “Go back to sleep, snowboard guy.”
“Hell no, let me see those breasts. Damn, babe, after the kids, they’re still so full.” He grabs my hips and turns me, and I giggle as his mouth crashes down on mine before it morphs into a moan. I let my fingers skim over the top of his boxers and smile when his startled breath catches in the back of his throat.
Jess licks his lips and closes his eyes in pure bliss when I skim his erection.
“Damn, that’s good.” His voice sounds lower, and I love that I have this effect on him. He quivers under my touch. “What are you doing, Ace of Spades?” he asks, his sexy tone making me shiver. “Damn, babe, I know you got me by the balls, but can you hurry up.”
“Shhh,” I whisper, and it comes out as a warning. I hold him between my fingers, and he swears under his breath. He kisses me hard, pushing both my hands above my head. I giggle and wiggle free, letting my fingers disappear into his boxers.
I grab his shaft and he swears, his hot, hard skin like velvet against my palm. I grin against his mouth, and he swears again. My fingers curl around the top of his dick while he groans.
“Damn, Mrs. Winchester, what are you doing to me?” his voice is hoarse and has a dangerous edge to it. He loves it when I take control, but loves it even more when I’m begging him to make me come.
“You can call me that after the wedding,” I inform him, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice.
He growls. “You became my wife the day those babies popped out of you,” he says, kissing my cheek.
I apply pressure to his hard, throbbing shaft, and he hisses.
“Damn, I forgot who has who by the balls.” He snickers. His eyes are a shade darker, and as he pushes against my hand, his smile turns savage. I let him go to trace the line of the deep V to his hipbones, and his six-pack above. The man is perfection, and he knows it. He never did cut his hair, and I love how it falls like a curtain around his face.
His fingers thread through my braid. I go into his boxers again and coat the tip of my thumb with his wetness. Jesse watches me as I push my thumb into my mouth. He shudders, watching me intently, his flavor hitting my tongue, and I moan.
“Fuck me, babe,” he says, sucking in a strained breath. “Give me a taste,” he demands against my parted mouth.
He grabs my shorts and yanks them down with my underwear, leaving them at my ankles. He kisses his way down my stomach, settling between my thighs and my quivering pussy. My heart hammers in my ears, and heat rushes through my body as his hungry eyes lock in on my mound.
“Jesse, please, I want you inside of me,” I beg, caressing his strong jaw between my trembling hands.
He moves up. “As long as I get to eat you out tonight when the kids are at your parents’?” he asks, pouting a little.
“I promise.” I giggle.
