Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Heat

But somehow, from the way he’d been acting, she didn’t think she needed to be too concerned.

“You didn’t stop for dinner. Want me to warm something?”

Blake licked her neck and her collarbone. He unbuttoned her shirt. His fingers smoothed over her skin as he pushed the fabric aside to reveal her bra.

“I see what I’m looking for and it’s plenty hot already.” He slid the shirt off her shoulders to the countertop. “I like your bra, Slick, very lacy and pretty pink, but it’s a little too nice for what I have in mind.”

While he kissed, he brushed his fingers around her back, and the cool air of the kitchen flowed over her as he undid her bra. As if fascinated, he tugged off one shoulder strap at a time to let the cups fall away from her breasts.

“Blake?”

“I had something real interesting planned yesterday when we got interrupted.” Blake lugged a tall stool from the corner of the room and returned to his spot in front of her. His head lined up with her breasts, and he hummed with satisfaction.

“We’ve had that stool since I was little. Ma used it to let us get a better reach on things, and it works as good now as ever. Maybe even better since the treats are sweeter.”

He cupped a breast in each hand and lowered his head to cover the exposed surface of one with his hot mouth. Jaxi braced her arms behind her on the counter as an electric shock pulsed all the way to her womb. He alternated sides, lapping and sucking. She shut her eyes and enjoyed his intimate touch.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

Blake slid away, and somewhere nearby a drawer opened and closed. She debated peeking when drops of liquid touched her skin, rolling down the swell of her breast. Moisture trailed to the tip of her nipple and clung there, cool in the moving air blowing in the window.

She opened her eyes to see he had the peach in slices. He’d crushed one piece between his fingers, letting the juice land on her body.

“Close your eyes,” he warned.

Jaxi laughed before squeezing them shut. And waited.

Moist heat flicked as he lapped at the juice. Blake followed every sticky sweet line with his tongue, licked her skin clean, covered her with kisses. His fingers rolled her nipples, pinching and teasing. Ripples of desire spread through her body; her panties grew damp. The sound of something bumping and rattling slowly filtered though her sexual haze. The canner was ready, the water boiling.

“I’ve got to set the timer.”

“How long you need?” he asked around a mouthful of breast.

“Thirty minutes.”

He drew back with a satisfied suck. She looked down to see him stare at her with admiration, his hands still supporting her.

“Blake?”

“I’ll tell you when thirty minutes are up.” He stood, knocking the stool behind him to the floor. He plucked her off the counter and carried her to the dining room, laying her on the solid wood table. He opened the button on her shorts and tugged until they slipped off, leaving her clad only with the matching panties to the bra he’d discarded in the kitchen.

“Blake Coleman, I hope you’ve got your brothers working on something that’s going to keep them far away from the house. Ohhh!”

He’d slid her down the table to where he usually sat, her panties suddenly dangling from his fingers.

“Nobody’s going to show up here for a while. I want to see you, Jaxi. All of you. I want to sit at my place at the table and remember touching and sucking your pretty pussy. Everyone will wonder why I can’t stop smiling.” He shifted her slightly to get a better view.

“Open yourself for me.”

Jaxi flushed. She already sat naked on the table where she’d shared Christmas dinners and birthday cakes with the Coleman family. She let her legs fall open and used one hand to slide her curls apart.

He leaned forward and licked, and her leg twitched so hard it slipped off the table. He smiled at her.

And did it again.

Sensations wrapped around Jaxi to meld into one enormous collage of emotion and touch. The pot bubbled on the stove, the canning jars rattling as they processed in the high heat. The windows were open, and a light breeze blew though the house, ruffling the curtains before coiling over her heated skin. Blake licked and sucked, slipped a finger inside her sheath and pulled her cream up and over her skin before rasping hard with his tongue. Time stood still as he loved her with his mouth, his fingers, his patient touch. She shook as her release came, waves of pleasure he drew out by licking again and again.

Then he stood, dropped his jeans, and slid in.

His cock was hot and hard, stretching her, as he forced his way into her body a little more with each stroke. She was attempting to meet him, trying to match with his timing, when he touched his fingers to her clit and rubbed.

Bursts of pleasure, sharp and fast, broke over her. He held her by one hip and leaned into the table, pressure mounting, his movements growing desperate, frantic even. He thrust hard enough the table rocked. He drove deeper still and shouted. His semen, hot and wet, bathed her inside as she shuddered around him again, her passage squeezing him tight.

Blake dropped his hands, one on either side of her body, and breathed hard, still buried in her body. His eyes caught hers, the grey storm clouds swirling. She gasped for air, her breasts jiggling with each breath she took. A trickle of moisture escaped from where they connected, and she tensed.

He’d done it again. They’d done it again. No protection.

He gave her cheek a gentle caress before he pulled out and tucked himself back into his jeans. Without a word he slipped her panties back on, helped with her shorts before carrying her back to the kitchen and assisting with her bra and shirt. Every time she tried to speak, he stroked a finger over her lips or brushed her to silence with a kiss.

Once she was fully clothed, he lifted the canning pot from the stove to the hot pads and helped her remove the steaming jars to the sideboard to cool with the rest of her labours.

He took her in his arms and kissed her senseless one final time before grabbing another peach from the countertop and strolling to the door.

“Supper at six thirty?”

Jaxi blinked in surprise, then nodded dumbly.

He took a big bite of the peach, then wiped the juice from his chin with the back of his hand as his eyes twinkled at her. “Peaches. My favourite.”

He winked and scooted out the door, leaving Jaxi a little dizzy in his wake.

Blake jingled the contents of his pocket as he waited by the bay window in the sitting room. Jaxi had the table all ready for supper, the smell of chili and cornbread filling the air with spicy tones. The woman could cook all right.

More ways than one.

“Hey, Blake. Time to ring the bell?” Joel looked much better than the last time Blake saw him, eyeball deep in muck.

“Jaxi’s not here yet. Let’s wait until she’s back.”

Joel nodded and broke the crispy edge off a piece of corn bread. He looked Blake over while he nibbled on the tidbit. “So…?”

Blake stared back.

“You’re not going to tell me how good it was, are you?”

“Shut up.”

Joel snickered. “No, I figured as much. You’re lucky she’s wanted you all this time or I would have given you more of a fight after last night.” He backed away as Blake took an involuntary step in his direction. “I’m teasing. I’m glad she’s here and I’m glad she’s with you. Jesse, on the other hand, was a tad more upset we went home alone last night.”

“Alone? Yeah, right. That’s why I saw the extra car in the driveway when Jaxi and I headed to Red Deer. Who’d you bring home? And please tell me there was more than one girl between the two of you.”

“If you don’t kiss and tell, I won’t either.” Joel winked before pulling a face. “Actually, Jesse did go home alone. He didn’t seem to want to play anymore after we left you. Not even with the sweet thing we found on the dance floor who was very willing to join us both. I left the bar before he did.”

“I don’t want the details.”

His little brother shrugged. “Whatever. Just didn’t want you to think I’ve got any issues.”

Blake shook his head slowly. There was one thing they needed to address. “Jaxi told me you’d agreed to play the game last night as a lesson for me. You pushed the limits there. A lot.”

“Yeah, well, we never realized having you watch would make the fooling around that much more intense. Plus she was so damn responsive. Jesse did go a little further than we’d intended—the whole situation felt so good we kinda lost track.” Joel looked at Blake and grinned from ear to ear. “She’s yours and all, but, holy shit, last night was hot. I’ve never had a game of pool turn out like that before.”

“Joel Coleman, I’m going to wash your mouth out with soap if I ever hear you mention last night to anyone again. You got me?” Jaxi swung into the room. Her long legs were bare to thigh high in another pretty sundress, this one bright red.

Joel leered at her for a minute, spun her in his arms and gave her a quick hug. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be good.” His stomach grumbled loudly, and he dropped her to her feet again. “Permission to ring the bell?”

“Ring away, then help me get the drinks to the table.”

She turned and settled in Blake’s arms for a kiss, nuzzling close as a kitten. Blake drank in her scent. The concerns of the past faded with each indication the walls he’d built between them were made of nothing but straw. Being wanted, being accepted so clearly—he wanted to soak in the sensation. Glory, and gloat even, in her bold-faced declarations.