Page 123 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
I just couldn’t help it.
Every day I struggled to push back the fears swirling in my head, fears that had been haunting me for the last month.
Every time I looked at Jess, all I could see was his body covered in blood. When he talked to me, I heard the flatline beeping of the heart-rate monitor.
“You have been acting strange since the explosion. Don’t fucking lie to me. I live here. I see it. So what’s going on?”
“Nothing. I’m fine,” I lied again.
“Georgia.”
I didn’t answer. I just went back to the laundry because I wasn’t going to tell him. He could badger me all he wanted, but I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.
“Fine,” he clipped.
I bent to pick up a stack of his T-shirts but right as my fingers brushed the cotton, I was pulled backward and sent flying through the air, Jess’s arms wrapped around my belly, my hands and legs flailing.
“Jess! Be careful! You’ll hurt yourself!” I yelled.
He ignored me and kept moving. When we reached the bed, he tossed me down onto my back.
“What are you doing?” I sat up on my elbows.
He grabbed the hem of his black T-shirt with both hands and yanked it up and over his head. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and stripped them off along with his briefs.
We hadn’t had sex since the morning of the explosion and my body instantly heated at the sight of a naked Jess standing over me. Even though he’d missed a month of workouts, his muscles were still bulging. His cock was starting to get hard as my eyes traveled up and down his body.
I missed sex.
He grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed, his fingers going straight to the button on my jeans. In a flash they were gone, along with my panties. Next was my top and bra.
Jess came down on me hard, his mouth attaching to mine as his fingers frantically moved over my entire body. He started at the top, feeling his way from my shoulders to my breasts. He gave my nipples each a hard tug and kept going down.
His hands spanned my ribs and then glided over my stomach to rest on my hips. They slid down my thighs until they reached the backs of my knees, where he bent them up and around his waist. My ankles latched together on his back.
His mouth never left mine as his hands rubbed and pressed into my body. It was rough and hard, his touch almost bruising as he worked his hands and fingers over my skin.
“Jess,” I gasped, aching for him.
“Gonna fuck you hard, baby. Hard and deep. So rough you’ll feel me all day tomorrow. Then you’re gonna tell me what the fuck is going on in your head. Why the fuck you’re shutting me out.”
I couldn’t respond. All I could do was moan. I loved it when he said stuff like that to me, when he told me how he was going to fuck me before he did just that. I loved it so much my whole body shivered.
“Jess, please,” I begged.
He lined his cock up with my entrance and pushed in an inch.
“Jess, now.”
“You’re gonna tell me what I want to know, baby. Say it,” he ordered.
I shook my head. I wasn’t going to tell him.
He pushed in another painful inch, his cock teasing me. It wasn’t enough to help ease the ache. I needed all of him.
“Say it, Georgia.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
