'I don't. I have the next few days off. I was able to trade a few shifts when Serena told me I could start moving in if I wanted.' Lacey said, leaning forward to place a warm, open-mouthed kiss to his powerful shoulder.
He gasped as she gave his collarbone a little nip, and slid one hand to the small of her back so he could bring her body even closer to his. He felt his penis twitch in response as her warm stomach came in contact with his hardening flesh. 'So, when should I bring the truck over?' He asked, trying to ignore his burgeoning erection. He'd just came, and yet his body seemed primed for another round. But to Lacey this was probably time for cuddling and talking. He needed to calm his dick down and quit acting like a 14-year-old boy.
'Truck? Why would you bring the truck over?' Lacey asked, puzzled. She momentarily forgot about kissing her way down to his nipple and pulled back to look at him.
'Umm… to help you move. Men lift heavy things to impress their women. It's kind of a rule.' He said, gravelly.
'I like the sound of that,' Lacey purred, reaching up to kiss his chin. 'But you don't need to help me move. I've already arranged for some guys to do it tomorrow morning. And since my new bed was delivered today, everything else is pretty minor. You can just stay here and wait for me if you want. I'll bring you some breakfast, maybe some Mrs. Butterworth for your pancakes and that threesome you wanted.' She wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively. 'Then we'll try out that fabulous new shower, okay?' She slithered down a bit, so she could reach one of his nipples with her tongue, and gave it a delicate lick.
'I do like your new bed,' he said, huskily, distracted from the conversation for a moment as she ran her fingers through his chest hair. 'I can see myself spending a lot of time here, but what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let someone else get his hands on your boxes?' He grinned wickedly at his double entendre.
'Boyfriend. Is that what you are? When did that happen?'
'When I helped you break in your new bed. Also a rule.'
'So, if I have sex with anyone on a new bed, he's automatically my new boyfriend?'
'Yup. But there is one other stipulation.'
'What's that?'
'They also have to be in falling in love with you. Like I am.' All the playfulness left his voice, and he tilted her chin up so he could look into her shocked blue eyes. 'I know I acted like a jerk the other day, but I want you to know that I'm going to do better. Sometimes I shut down. I don't do this to hurt anyone. I just don't know how else to respond when I feel too much. I hope you can help me with it because I want to be in a real relationship with you, not just for a night, or a week, or even a month. I want to be a big part of your life, for as long as you want me. And I'm hoping that's forever.'
'Oh Jack. Are you serious? I can't believe this. Just a few hours ago I was trying to gather the courage to call you over here on false pretenses, and now you're telling me you've falling in love with me? I don't know what to say.'
'Say you feel the same way.'
'I do. Jack. I really think I do. I know it's completely crazy. But I'm pretty sure I've been in love with you since that first Open House. I guess I was just afraid. On some level I kept putting up obstacles between us because I couldn't believe someone like you could possibly be interested in someone boring like me without a challenge to spice things up.'
'Lacey, you must know that you never, ever have to fabricate anything to keep my interest. Just being around you is stimulating enough, really.' He looked down between them where his rock hard penis nudged her navel. 'And Mr. Happy agrees.'
'I can see that,' Lacey said, shimmying against him. 'But eventually, we're going to have to get out of bed. What about then? What if I bore you silly?'
'Lacey, we've spent the last five months out of bed and I wasn't bored for a single second. Okay, I'll admit I probably spent the majority of that time with a raging boner, but I still fell in love with you. And I was thinking of you practically every second. Even when you were picking out the most hideous tile I've ever seen, I still thought you were incredible, despite your bad taste.'
She gave his nipple a good twist. 'That red tile had style. But you were probably right to go with something more neutral.' She sobered and gazed seriously into his bright green eyes. 'I just hope you're right about us too. Maybe we don't need to discuss all that ancient history in order to move forward. But no more cold shoulder when I say something you don't like, okay? You said you wanted me to treat you like a regular guy. Not someone I have to tiptoe around. That means that occasionally we're going to disagree and I need to know that we can talk about it without worrying that you'll act like a detached jerk and stomp off. No more Mr. Freeze, okay?'
'Yeah. Asking you to clean the granite wasn't one of my prouder moments.' He rubbed his brow and then returned her steady gaze. 'I will try, Lace. I can't promise I'm not going to fuck up on a regular basis, but I will never leave you feeling rejected again. I know what that's like and I never want you to feel like that, ever.' His lips quirked up in an endearingly boyish smile. 'Though the make-up sex was almost worth it, wouldn't you say?' He rolled onto his back, gripping her by the back of the knee so she rolled with him until she was once again sitting astride his hips.
Lacey reached up and gripped the grey suede headboard, sliding up his body until her thighs were on either side of his head. 'I'd say, you still have some apologizing to do. Wouldn't you?' She said, bringing her flesh tantalizingly close to his mouth, but just out of reach.
Jack gripped her bottom tightly, gathered her sweet mound against his lips and buried his tongue in her moist folds. He showed her exactly how sorry he was by making her shout his name over and over until she begged him to stop.
Later, after Lacey recovered from Jack's apology, she curled up with her head on his warm chest. What a perfect way to spend her first night in her new home, she thought.
It was dark now and she could faintly hear rain beating down on the roof. Her roof. Under her ear, she could hear his heart beating and the sound was both soothing and oddly sexy combined with the rain. Six months earlier, she had longed for a new home and someone special to share her bed, to make her feel beautiful and cherished. Now she had that and so much more. It almost seemed like a dream. If Jack was wearing a kilt, she would know for sure that she was in some fevered fantasy brought on by reading too many romance novels. But he was real, and even with his flaws, he was still better than any fictional hero. Because he was hers.
