“I wasn’t hard to find, I’ve been sitting here for an hour.” I set my iPad down and pulled her into my lap.
“I thought we’re taking the four o’clock ferry.” Alex stroked my poppy tattoo. “Are you packed?”
“No.” I sighed. “I’m thinking about bailing for a day or two, they don’t really need me right away.”
“Jace, didn’t you say the movie people chartered a private jet for you guys? You have to go.” She nudged me with her shoulder.
“Not when I’d rather be here with you.” I cradled her head with my hands and drew her to me, kissing down her neck softly and nibbling on her earlobe. “Especially because Jen and Becca are in town and we have the place to ourselves.”
“You are so bad.” Alex giggled and then sucked in a breath when I suckled on the hollow of her throat. Cupping her shoulders, I stroked down her bare, toned arms and pulled off her tank top and threw it on the porch.
“Sometimes it’s okay to be bad.” I licked her ear and tweaked each of her nipples between my fingers, rolling them into hard points.
“Don’t I know it.” Alex shifted to straddle and undulate against my cock.
“Poppy, I’ve left you for the band so many times. I don’t want to go,” I murmured, peeling my shirt off and chucking it down on top of hers.
“Beth, I hear you callin’, but I can’t come home right now.” Alex sang a line from the KISS song.
“How do you know the words to so many ancient rock songs?” I grazed her nipple lightly between my teeth.
“I’m a good student.” Alex nodded and nuzzled my neck before scooting off me, pulling down her cutoffs and tiny panties and tossing them on our pile of clothes. Kneeling before me, she unzipped my jeans and pulled out my throbbing cock and stroked me lovingly. God, she was so, so beautiful.
Caressing my balls with one hand, Alex gripped the base and licked the underside of my hard length like an ice-cream cone, before sucking my tip, hard, into her mouth. Purring against me, she flattened her tongue and took me almost all the way down her throat before repeating the sequence several times, driving me to madness. My hips involuntarily thrusted at the sheer exquisite decadence of her deep-throating me.
“Jesus, Poppy.” Sweat broke out on my brow.
“Mmmmm.” She caught my eye and hummed against my cock.
“That feels—ahhhh.” It was all over when she took me fully into her mouth and dipped her tongue into my tiny hole and swirled. An electric storm consumed my entire body and I flooded her mouth.
Lifting her gently to standing, I shimmied out of my jeans, stood, and led her through the house to her bedroom. Worshipping her tight, lithe body until she came apart became my mission, which I accomplished. She flopped into my arms like a noodle, staring at me through glassy, blue eyes. Her expression was dreamy. Open. Emotional.
She breathed out softly. “That was unbelievable.”
We’d had moments like these over the years. Moments where I knew we were meant for each other. Since we’d moved in together, each time we made love bonded us even closer. I’d never felt so sure of anything in my life. We were solid. Definitive. I had full trust in who we were individually and as a couple.
Alex reached for me and nothing mattered but the elation I felt when I was with her. So intense. So exquisite.
When her breathing slowed and she fell asleep, I quietly slipped out of bed and went to the porch to retrieve my iPad. Grabbing my device and our pile of clothes, I went back to her and crawled back into bed. Loading the Alaska Airlines website, I checked flights in the morning. Finding one that left around 8 a.m., I quickly booked a first-class ticket to LA for the next day and texted the guys to let them know to go without me.
“When do you have to go?” Alex mumbled, half-asleep.
“Not until tomorrow.” I lay back down and wrapped my arms around my beautiful nymph. “I want to stay here with you.”
“Can you do that?” Alex wriggled back against me.
“I just did.”
Chapter 22
ALEX
Once Jace returned from Los Angeles, we had every intention of inviting the band over, so they’d know we were serious. Unfortunately, Ty and Zoey went another round in the drama department and by the time they made up, the guys were once again spread out and doing their own thing.
So, it never quite worked out.
Then Zoey left her firm, moved in with Ty, and was in her own sex bubble. Rather than make it such an issue, we figured I’d just come with Jace to New York for the premiere of Phantom Uprising.
Easy peasy.
Plus, we had our own shit going on.
With the holidays and winter right around the corner, Jace, Becca, Jen, and I were busy from dawn to dusk getting the ranch ready for our first cold season. We built a dry hay-shed and had enough delivered to get us through any potential snow days. Luckily, we didn’t get too many in the Pacific Northwest, but I didn’t want to be caught off guard. I bought a large generator and put together some emergency supplies.
Becca and Jen gave all of our blankets a wash and the tack a good thorough cleaning and conditioning. We also bought some new bedding for the stalls, in case of bad weather when Gloria and Bingo had to stay inside.
Jace was surprisingly handy and installed a ton of new floodlights around the property. Next, he and Jen paved a wide pathway from the house to the barn out of flagstone. We all took a few days to check all the fences, mow the pasture one last time, have all the equipment serviced, and install an automatic waterer for the barn.
After a couple of weeks of intense labor, we were done. Becca cooked us an amazing dinner. Over
