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I went out front to smoke a cigarette. And stew in my anger. Unreasonable anger because why was I so pissed off? Why did I give a shit that she threw attitude and was being a sulky child right now when she was the one that gave me the fuckin’ silent treatment the last two days and now was sulking because… why? Because I didn’t sit at the fuckin’ table to eat the bland, boring food she cooked?
The hairs on the back of my neck went up when I had the notion I was being watched. I was leaning against the bumper of my truck.
I turned my head to the right and about forty feet away from me, I saw what was watching me. A bear sat on his rump, eyes pointed at me. I was about twenty feet from the house. I dropped the cigarette and stepped on it.
“Jesse, oh my God,” she exclaimed from the doorway.
“Quiet,” I said evenly. “Stay there.”
The bear’s gaze bounced from her to me.
I casually walked toward the cabin, seeing from my periphery that the bear stayed put, watching, nose twitching.
The minute I was on the front porch, Gianna opened the door and waved me in frantically. I shut the door and she quickly, shakily locked it, then chained it.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed and threw her arms around me.
I bristled.
“Holy shit,” she repeated and squeezed me. “Fuck, fuck, shit. My heart. Holy cow.”
“It’s all good,” I said.
“Holy shit,” she said again and buried her face in my chest.
My arms wound around her trembling body.
She looked up at me. “Phew.” She visibly relaxed, melting into me. “Saw two cans of bear spray in the cupboard over the fridge. You should carry one when you go out there.”
I cracked half a smile.
“Phew,” she said again.
“It’s all good,” I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away from her mouth until I saw a swallow working down her slender throat. And it seemed to take forever. She was still trembling.
Her eyes roved my face. And then she got up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against my mouth. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she said, before she let go of me.
And I didn’t like that she let go, so I hooked my arm tight around her waist and pulled her back to me. As our torsos re-connected, my other hand went into her soft hair. I pulled her face closer, so I could get to her mouth. She opened up immediately and whimpered as she slid both hands up my chest, up the sides of my neck, until they were both in my hair.
Licking the tip of her tongue, I lifted her by the hips. When her legs wound around my waist, I was moving – kissing her while making my way down the hallway to her room. After putting her on the bed on her back, I reached over to lift the guitar away from the pillows. The black journal sat beside it with a pen clipped to the spine. I gently moved both to the gig bag on the floor. She watched, eyes heating, tongue wetting her lips.
She reached for me as I put my knee to the bed and crawled toward her, hand gliding up her leg.
“I’m sorry I was bitchy,” she whispered.
“One more time and this is the last time I’ll say it… I’m sorry you felt like I invaded your privacy.”
Her nose wrinkled and her eyes still looked troubled.
“It wasn’t intentional, G. The page was open and the words I couldn’t help but take in drew me in, so I did flip one page. But then you came out. And… I apologized.”
“Okay,” she whispered, face relaxing. “But you didn’t actually apologize then, because I didn’t let you.”
“Semantics. I would’ve.”
“Okay,” she said.
I took her in, laying back, legs parted slightly, eyes full of lust, and both hands reaching for me with her chest moving up and down quickly. Panting for me. She wanted me. And she was fucking beautiful.
I edged forward until I got to the hem of her tight dress, pushing until it rolled upwards, soon revealing a tiny, sheer, red thong. And I knew before I buried my face between her legs that she’d be wet for me.
“Omigod,” she whimpered a beat after I hooked the thong aside, taking a long, slow lick while staring her in the eyes.
Drenched.
She whimpered again, saying, “Jesse.”
I sucked her clit while I drove two fingers inside. This made her arch for me, so I took that opportunity to whip the little dress up, then over her head. I tossed it, then ripped my shirt off by clasping fabric at the back of my neck, pitching it aside before hauling the askew thong down and off. That out of the way, I hooked her legs over my shoulders and settling in to dine on her.
