Page 95 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
“Is he not a Christmas party fan? Or is it the sweater? Jess is annoyed about the ugly sweater theme.”
She set down her lights and moped. “Things haven’t been going great these last few weeks. Ever since that night we all went out for drinks, he’s been distant. Always making an excuse at the last minute to cancel our plans. Doesn’t come find me at work to talk like he used to. He’s just been brushing me off. Granted, he makes sure I am there at night. We have sex, which is still great, but then after, he still doesn’t talk to me. Just rolls over and falls asleep.”
“Sorry, sweetie,” I said.
“It’s okay. I mean, it’s not like he talked much before, you know? Maybe he is just really busy. And this is part of us getting past the new phase.”
“Maybe.”
Jess and I had been together longer than Maisy and Everett and we were still hot and heavy, enjoying the time spent getting to know each other. Though the more we were together, the more I wondered if we’d ever cool off.
“We’ll see. It’s not like I’m going to dump him or anything. I just don’t know how to talk to him about it without him getting mad at me or shutting down even more.” Her shoulders sagged. “What would you do, Gigi?”
I reached out and patted her hand. “I guess . . . try and talk to him. Be honest about how I was feeling. Ask him if there was something I had done.”
“Yeah,” she muttered.
“Be yourself, Maisy. If that doesn’t work for him, then maybe he isn’t the guy for you. Okay?”
She nodded.
We went back to work on our sweaters in silence.
I hoped that Maisy and Everett would work through their issues. They made a cute couple and she wanted so badly for things to work out. If he didn’t want to see her anymore, I hoped he would find the nerve to tell her and that this distant behavior wasn’t his way of breaking it off. Maisy was a catch. And if he couldn’t see that, she was better off without him.
Jess and I were having drunk after-party sex. My face was in the pillow, my arms under it and braced on the headboard. I was up on my knees, my ass tipped in the air.
He was pounding into me from behind, pulling my hips into him with each thrust so he could fuck me hard.
Really hard. Amazingly hard and I was effing loving it.
I had already come twice and he was building me up a third time. The first one had come from his mouth when he’d gone down on me the minute we’d gotten to the bedroom. He hadn’t even bothered to get me to bed. He’d just pushed me up against the door and fallen to his knees.
After I came, he’d picked me up and thrown me on the bed. He’d undressed in a hurry, tossing clothes all over the place, and then yanked my ugly sweater over my head, sending it flying in the direction of the garbage can. No sooner had it hit the floor before he was inside me. My second orgasm had ripped through me while I was on my back, Jess’s mouth attached to my nipples and his cock setting a fast and deep rhythm.
And now I was pressed forward, thoroughly enjoying having Jess behind me.
“Oh god, Jess, keep going. Harder,” I said, turning my head sideways on the pillow.
“Yeah, baby,” he said, obeying my command.
As he picked up his pace, he reached around my hips to find my clit with his middle finger. A couple hard flicks and I was done. My eyes screwed shut and I planted my face into the pillow so I could moan through my release, my sex clenching around his cock as he kept going harder and harder.
“Fuck, Georgia,” he groaned as my orgasm triggered his. He bent forward, still thrusting, and let me take his weight as he shot himself inside of me.
We stayed like that for a minute until I couldn’t take his weight anymore and shifted underneath him. He let me go and fell onto the bed, lying on his side, facing me. I turned to my back so I could take a few deep breaths and get some oxygen flowing back into my veins.
“We are totally having drunk sex more often. Even if that means you have to get loaded here on a random Wednesday night, I don’t care,” I declared, still trying to catch my breath.
“Keep the Crown stocked and you got yourself a deal.”
We both burst out laughing before cleaning up and sliding into bed for our post-sex, pre-sleep cuddling.
“Thanks for the party, Freckles.”
“You’re welcome, honey. It was fun. Did you like it?”
“Yep. It was a good night.”
