Chapter 8

8

WALKER

I have to admit, picking Jocelyn up downtown and going grocery shopping together wasn't just a lovely time. It felt like I was announcing to the whole town that she's my girl. I put my arm around her whenever possible and made sure to sneak a few polite kisses in the produce aisle.

By the time we're making dinner together, we can't stop laughing at all the strange, random little things that we have in common. Like listening to Lofi Chillhop when we're working, leaving the music on a loop for hours and hours. Or the way we both strictly limit ourselves to three sturdy house plants: enough to add some life to the space, but without getting out of control. The way we enjoy a variety of books from mysteries to biographies to pop psychology.

After a coffee and an assortment of fruit turnovers and mini fudge cupcakes from The Bakery on Main, I take Jocelyn's hand and drift over to the couch.

"What time are Nikki and Harper coming home?" I ask, sliding her legs over mine so that she's practically sitting in my lap.

Jocelyn smiles sweetly. "They both sent me texts that they're spending the night with their boyfriends." She purses her lips, trying to look stern. "You know, a cynical person would say that you Dirty boys had just been lying in wait for women to show up in your town so you could ambush them."

Cupping her chin, I kiss the tip of her nose. "Of course we were hoping that we'd find amazing women someday." My hand slips under her skirt to squeeze her knee. "We just didn't expect three beautiful girls to show up at once, and for them to be friends."

Leaning in, my lips graze the side of her throat until she shivers. "Obviously I'm much luckier than my brothers."

"Because you're the oldest?" She's joking, but suddenly her eyes become cloudy. "Then again, you're the last to pick. I'm just the girl left over."

I give her leg a quick shake. "Don't you dare say something like that. I was going to say because I got the girl with bright auburn hair. Everyone knows that redheads are the hottest of all."

Her head falls back as she laughs loudly, and I use the opportunity to kiss along the column of her throat before burying my face in her cleavage. She moans softly as I dig in, pulling her breasts up and out of the front of her dress to lightly scrape my teeth across her nipples.

My palm slowly makes its way up her leg to caress her hip, drifting along the tight curve before gliding back down. With the next pass, my fingertips trail along her inner thigh. I abandon her pert breast to attack her lips, the kiss instantly deepening and consuming us. As her lips open, so do her legs, allowing me to gently stroke her tongue and the center of her panties at the same time.

I love the way she squirms in my lap and feeling the prick of her fingernails against the back of my shoulders. Knowing that Jocelyn is hot for me makes me feel like the most powerful man in the world. Her hand drops, pulling at the edge of my t-shirt and sliding her hand underneath. She touches me tentatively at first, gradually becoming braver as her hand wanders across my chest.

Just as I begin to worry I might bruise her lips from how hard we're kissing, her head jerks back. "Should we go to my bedroom?" She blinks sharply, biting her lip. "You know…just in case anyone comes home."

"Anything you like, sweetheart."

She squeals as I scoop her up, carrying her toward the hallway. "Stop! I'm staying in the basement."

I set her back on her feet. "Okay, in that case, safety first. You'll have to take the stairs yourself."

What little I take in of her downstairs room is quite charming, with warm cream walls and large photographs of forest greenery. But there's not really any time to admire anything other than Jocelyn.

My girl . My incredible woman. In a flash I have her dress on the floor, her delicate body spread out across her sage green comforter wearing nothing but a pink lace bra and panties.

As I start to kneel on the bed, she holds up her hand. "Hey now. Don't I get to see you too this time?"

"Anything you want, gorgeous. Always."

Straightening up, I slowly pull off my t-shirt, watching as her eyes trace across my shoulders and down my arms. I have a pretty physical job, but right now I'm proud that I also make a point of hitting Wolfe Pack Gym in West Stoneburg several times a month.

"You're huge," she whispers as I unfasten my belt. When my jeans hit the floor, her gaze is riveted to the front of my boxer briefs. They drop as well and her eyes widen. "Yeah. Huge," she mutters again.

Lying down, I slip an arm under her to roll us together. "We don't have to do anything in particular," I murmur, kissing along her cheekbone as my palm caresses her waist and hip. "It's all up to you, sweetheart."

Her sweet blue eyes blaze. "I love that you call me that," she breathes. Then she blinks, as if she can't believe she just said that. It's adorable that she's obviously shy yet trying so damn hard to break out of her shell.

"I can't believe that you're here with me," I whisper, holding her close as I reach behind to unfasten her bra. Slipping it off, I toss it toward the dresser. "Can't believe that I am honestly the luckiest man in town. In the world. Possibly the whole universe."

Palming her sweet breasts, I love how they fit so perfectly in my hand. Our kisses speed up and slow down as our hands roam everywhere. Her fingertips along my shoulder blade. My thumb across her nipple. Her knee against my thigh. My hand on her hip, slowly pulling her panties down. She helps me kick them off, then moans softly as my hand gravitates to every tender spot between her thighs.

She's so soft. As my blunt fingertip glides through her inner lips, I groan from the realization that she's already wet for me. Her arousal feels like the most important accomplishment of my life.

She spreads her legs slightly, then I throw her top leg up over my hip as we shift to face each other on the bed. My hand slides into the space between us, dancing across her bare pussy until she shivers.

I've never been this excited before. My cock is so hard I swear it's about to snap off. Yet my entire focus is on Jocelyn, as my fingers dance over and around her clit. She gasps into my mouth, moaning as she clutches me.

"Move your hips." I've never heard that kind of growl come out of me before. "Come on my hand, baby. Let me feel you."

Her fingers tighten at the back of my neck as she starts to undulate, her hips writhing. As soon as I get a sense of what kind of motion and pressure she likes, I dig in, slipping a finger inside her as we both work her clit against my palm.

Every little shiver, every shaky moan, every reaction from her hot little body drives me wild. Finally, her head tips back and she breaks our kiss, moaning louder, then sighs as her entire body trembles, the climax ripping through her in jerky, uneven waves. She blinks slowly as I stroke her a bit longer, softly petting her soaking pussy.

Jocelyn exhales a shaky breath, rolling onto her back and pulling me on top of her.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

"You. You know I want you." Her eyes flutter shut for a moment. "I'm on the pill. So I want…um…all of you."

This girl . My mind is spinning as I nudge her legs wide open with my knee, settling into position. The second my shaft drags along her tender, wet skin, electricity sparks between us. Her leg wraps around my hip as I scoop an arm under her shoulders, cradling the back of her head.

I want to tell her that I'm falling so hard for her. That this is one of the most important moments of my life. That I'm already positive we belong together.

But she already looks so overwhelmed, I don't think the time is right yet. Instead?—

"You're so sexy," I murmur, as the head of my shaft slowly circles her entrance, wetting my skin before I dip slightly inside.

Jocelyn looks up at me with a saucy grin. "Please. You're the sexy one. With all of the muscles and that scowly dark-eyed look."

"I keep telling you. Everyone knows that redheads are the hottest of all."

Her beautiful eyes blaze. "Really? Maybe I should prove that theory."