Page 35 of Sally Jones


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“We are leaving now,” said Javier. “Bella, where is your bedroom?” He shot a pointed look at Clint, who stayed where he was staring at me with hurt puppy dog eyes.

“Goodnight, Clint,” I said. Javier and I walked past him. It was a difficult moment, and I didn’t like it, but I was glad once again that Javier had saved me from what was about to happen with Clint. Hooking up with him, right after he’d broken up with his girlfriend at my house, was more gossip than I could afford to generate. Knowing Clint, he’d probably run right back to his girlfriend to make himself feel better.

Javier was tense and wound up. He slammed my bedroom door behind us then pushed me up against it. I wrapped my arms around his neck—my fedora hat was long gone at this point—and met his mouth with mine. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up so our mouths were level, my legs wrapped around his waist while his hands glided under the skirt of my dress.

His fingers found my hot wet slit and moved inside. I shuddered and ground against him, trying to press down harder on his finger. He groaned and carried me backwards onto the bed. I slid off my panties while he unbuttoned his pants. I grabbed a condom out of my bedside table and ripped it open. He was still getting his pants off while I rolled it on him.

Then he was on me and thrusting in. My head fell back, and I yelled, “Yes.” It was hard and fast. He put my knee up and pounded into me, hitting a spot deep inside that pulsed while I writhed below him. Then my back arched up as I came, moaning in total drunken disregard of how noisy I was being.

He pumped into me a little longer as I shook with aftershocks then he collapsed on top of me. “Yes, my Bella,” he said, nuzzling my chest.

By then it was well past my bedtime. Javier too seemedexhausted. I forced myself to get up and go in the bathroom. After I’d stepped in the shower, Javier opened the shower door and joined me.

“This body,” he said, pulling me against him and running his hands over my chest under the hot water. We found the energy for him to go down on me, me to go down on him, and then for me to slide down on him backwards, while he sat on the bench, and I bounced up and down until we were both happy.

After that we crashed out. Until a dream had me sitting bolt upright at seven. Sometimes, when I’m hung over, my body wakes up before I’ve had enough sleep. Like it’s trying to teach me a lesson. I tried to stay quiet, but my movement was enough to wake Javier too. He cracked an eye open and groaned. I dragged my throbbing head into the bathroom to drink water and swallow painkillers.

By the time I got back in bed, Javier already had ideas about how to handle me. He massaged my head, neck, and shoulders, then worked his way down my back and legs, murmuring compliments about my skin and bum and thighs. It all worked on me very effectively. When he rolled me onto my side and slid into me, I was shivering and gasping and altogether feeling much better.

“We’re going wine tasting,” I told him afterwards as I was putting on my workout bra and shorts. “A bus is going to pick us up after lunch.”

“Very good, I love this. Wait, you are not wearing that out of this room, no?”

“What?”

“Bella, no—”

I walked out toward the kitchen. “Relax. It’s just a workout.”

He muttered something in Spanish I didn’t catch.

The house was quiet, and I was glad that no one hadpassed out on the floor anywhere upstairs. I started coffee while we drank orange juice. “I’ve got a date with a workout bike on the back patio. Wanna come?”

“Yes, I am coming,” he said, staring at my workout clothes.

We went out into the pleasant morning. Javier perked up when he found the weights and pull-up bar. I put my head down and pedaled until sweat was dripping.

Kate stumbled out while I was doing my floor routine. “Morning,” I said.

“Morning.” She paused next to me and crouched down. “Hey, I’m sorry about yesterday. Is your friend okay?”

“Not really,” I said, turning sideways and raising one arm up with a weight in my hand. “But I’m glad that prick’s out of her life. She doesn’t know it was you by the way—she didn’t ask and I want her to be comfortable here.”

Kate nodded, her gaze slipping away from mine. “Yeah, good.” She stood up, said a brief hello to Javier and then started pedaling.

Once Dillan and Forest were out, I put music on in the backyard. I did my pool laps while Javier continued lifting. His eyes followed me as I stepped out of the water.

Antonio was cursing about the mess in the kitchen as I darted in to get my coffee and a plate of fruit. “I’ll call Hazel,” I said as I dashed away from him.

Javier found me in my robe after I’d showered, sitting in front of my laptop at the little desk in my room. He glared at me, and tingles ran down my spine as he shut the door. “Come here, my Bella.”

I closed my computer and stood up, the robe falling loose as I walked toward him. “Yes, my beast?”

He grabbed me and kissed me, pushing the robe off my shoulders. I hummed, standing on my toes to press against him. He picked me up and tossed me onto the bed.

“You are a naughty woman.” He pulled his T-shirt off.

I smiled and opened my legs, leaning back and waiting for him. “What are you going to do about it?”

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