Page 79 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
“Go ahead, Freckles. Explore away.”
The only way to describe Jess’s place was “bachelor pad.” All the walls where white. The carpet was a plain, shag tan. He didn’t have any extras. No knickknacks. No area rugs to add color. No painted walls. No framed pictures. No toss pillows or comfy blankets on the couch.
Just the manly man essentials. Reclining chair. Fridge for beer. Big TV.
“I like your bachelor pad.”
“Thanks, baby,” he said, thumbing through a stack of mail.
What Jess’s place lacked in décor, it made up for in cleanliness.
“Did you come here and clean today? It’s spotless. If you can clean like this, I’m putting
you on the chore wheel with Rowen.”
He chuckled. “Neighbor comes over once a week and cleans for me. She owns the cleaning service here in town. Cleans the station too.”
“Gotcha. Well, she’s talented. I don’t see a speck of dust anywhere. I might have to pick her brain for what she uses.”
“Want me to see if she can clean the farmhouse?” he asked.
“Uh . . . not right now. It isn’t hard to clean. I just try and do a little every night. Plus it gives me chores for Roe to do. Haven’t you noticed?”
“Yeah. I noticed. Just thought it might be nice to have that extra time. She’s reasonable, Freckles. Wouldn’t cost too much.”
I shrugged. “We’ll see.”
If things got busier, I’d consider it. But right now, I liked cleaning the farmhouse. It was a good stress reliever and the more I cleaned, the more familiar I became with each room, making the farmhouse feel like it was mine.
“You ready to go?” he asked.
“We just got here, Jess. What’s the hurry? Don’t you want to stick around for a while? Actually be in your own house for once?” I asked.
“No.”
“Uh . . . why?” I reached out to touch his bicep. “You know, we could stay here tonight. Switch it up. We were going to stay here a couple weeks ago but that never happened. Now we could.”
“No.”
“You’re going to need to give me more than just ‘no.’ ”
He turned, placing one hand on my hip as the other slid down and palmed my ass.
“I’ve been waiting to take you all over the farmhouse. Now’s finally our chance. We’re gonna take advantage,” he said.
Sex someplace other than my bed at the farmhouse? Hot.
“Time to go,” I blurted and walked straight to the door. Jess and his chuckle followed close behind.
Jess was all over me the instant the front door closed. He attacked my mouth, his tongue plundering relentlessly. I matched his intensity and we frantically stripped off each other’s clothes, leaving them in a pile in the entryway. Once we were both naked, he pushed me into the house toward the living room.
“Turn around, baby,” he said, breaking our kiss.
I spun around and saw that I was right behind the couch. Jess’s hands wrapped around me from behind and started kneading my breasts, his thumb and middle finger pinching my nipples, making them rock hard.
He moved his mouth to my neck and started peppering kisses from behind my ear down to my shoulder, then working his way back up, the entire time tweaking my nipples. His erection prodded my ass. I pushed my hips back, grinding against his hard cock. I moaned as I started to build, thankful that we could be as loud as we wanted tonight.
He stopped kissing me. His hands grabbed my hips.
