Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

JJ

Maxwell was able to call out of work for the week, stating he was ill. He wasn't married; his ex visited their daughter in the hospital and was staying at a hotel. We told him to inform her that he was sick and wouldn't make it by to see her until his fever was gone.

With all of that sorted, we could spend the few days confined to the house without risking life or limb.

"Sleeping arrangements?" Mason addressed everyone once the kitchen was all cleaned.

"The security is up on the property, so no one can enter or leave without us knowing unless they have the code."

I side-eyed Four. "But should we leave him alone? And we should feed him."

"He's not a dog, but yes, let's make some food, and then we can each take turns keeping an eye on Four and Maxwell."

"I won't leave." Maxwell sighed loudly. "I promise."

Shep grinned. I knew that grin. "Nuh-uh, we don't know you, so we don't trust you."

Maxwell's shoulders slumped, but he didn't argue. So I went about pulling leftovers from the fridge. We had so much, and all of it was amazing because Shep had cooked it.

"We can get a bunch in the oven and some in the microwave." Mason preheated the oven, and I went to get the dishes.

Four still hadn't moved. I hoped we'd be able to get real food in him and not just sweets. When I placed his dish in front of him, he sighed loudly. His hands went flat on the table on either side of the plate. As if he were waiting for it to be filled. Interesting .

Once everything was heated up, everyone fixed their dishes. I piled Four's up and everyone stared, waiting for him to eat. Likely hoping he would.

He lifted the fork and methodically ate.

"Is it good?" I asked, but he didn't answer.

"I guess it only works with sweets. But at least he's eating." Mason shrugged and he was right; it was a small victory.

After dinner was eaten and the kitchen was cleaned once again, I showed Maxwell to a spare room on the third floor. Four would be in the room beside him.

"I'll take first watch," Mason offered. "I want to call Gabe and talk to him while he's at the hospital."

I squeezed his shoulder. "We'll relieve him tomorrow."

Mason nodded and once the two men were ensconced in their rooms, with clothes, toiletries, and whatever they'd need to sleep, Shep and I made our way to the second floor to our bedroom.

Shep closed the door, and I walked over to the bed and fell against it.

"Today was the longest day in the history of days."

Shep snorted. "We've had longer."

I lifted up, leaning on my elbows, and watched as Shep removed his shirt.

"I mean…I'm not super tired, though."

His blue eyes twinkled as he slowly made his way toward me, popping the button of his pants.

"Is that right?"

I nodded. " Mmhmm …sort of wired." I released a breath. "Whatever will I do to relax?"

Shep slid his zipper open, and I couldn't look away.

"Count sheep?"

" Pfft . No."

He chuckled and pushed his pants to his ankles. His black briefs clung to his body as if painted on. His bulge was mouthwatering. And those thighs, damn.

" Hmm ." He tapped his chin, and ran his hand along his beard. "What then, my vicious little viper?"

I hung my head. "Poor man. You're so confused. But I'm kind; I shall help." I sat up and shimmied to the edge of the bed until I was face-to-face with his beautiful bulge.

I lifted my eyes and, without breaking contact, slid his briefs right off. His cock sprang up and it was as if I were being rewarded for my tough day.

"You're a giver, JJ. Always explaining things to me."

I smiled and swiped my tongue across his slit, savoring Shep's unique taste.

He hissed and quickly kicked off his briefs the rest of the way. His hand tenderly cupped the back of my head and guided me down to his delicious dick.

The crown slipped into my mouth and from there I drank it all in, every glorious inch. His fingers dug into my scalp, sending pleasurable jolts of pain through my body.

I wasn't a pain slut, but a little sting was perfect.

"So good." I loved when Shep's neck arched and I could drool over those pronounced veins. I would spend all night licking every inch of him if I could.

He pulled away, and a whimper escaped me.

"Now, now, baby." He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. "I'm coming balls-deep inside that sweet hole of yours."

"Yes…I…let's do that."

Between Shep and me, my clothes were off and across the room in record time. A soon as he fell on top of me, we were laughing and kissing and it was as if the day from hell never existed.

Sex with Shep was like a fairy tale. So good, fun, and the times we were together, the world just slipped away.

We'd forgone condoms and anything else a year ago and a bare Shep was…well, I wasn't sure there was a word for it.

"I gotta grab the lube." He reached up sideways to the nightstand and was fumbling around while I giggled and nipped at his skin. "You're making this hard."

I cupped his cock. "Hell yes, I am."

Another laugh and then he pulled back, lube in hand. "Open those legs."

I did, feeling vulnerable but safe. Shep beamed and licked his lips as his eyes feasted on my hole.

"So pretty," he whispered and squeezed lube on his fingers. I watched as he lowered his hand and the first brush over my entrance was like being lit up everywhere.

"Mmm, you gonna take my fingers…how many before you're begging for my cock?"

"Fuck, Shep…I want your cock now!" I moaned as he pushed a digit in.

He chuckled. "You'll get it, my vicious little viper."

Gah, I loved that nickname. It was both adorable and badass.…Speaking of ass, Shep removed his fingers—he'd gotten to three—but the emptiness only lasted a beat before he was slowly pushing his cock inside me.

"My favorite place to be." He hummed.

The delicious burn as he drove himself to the root was my favorite…well, second favorite.

"Ready?" His smile was sinful.

"Fuck, yes."

I loved sweet lovemaking, sure, but not on the average. Many people wouldn't know this about me, but pound me into next week and I would give you anything.

Shep pulled almost all the way out and slammed into me, quickly picking up the pace until the bed was crashing against the wall. I was shouting like a wanton slut, and the grunts Shep was spilling were animalistic and only pushed me closer toward bliss.

It had taken only a month with all of us living under the same roof for Angel to declare that Mason and Gabe's and mine and Shep's bedrooms be made soundproof, and right now I was never happier he'd thought that up.

"I'm gonna…" I didn't finish my sentence; my orgasm rushed through me—all bright lights, tingles, and explosions…perfection.

Shep pumped a few more times and moaned lasciviously as he climaxed.

"Damn, JJ."

"I know, my Viking, I know."

He nuzzled into my neck, sweaty and breathless, his cock buried inside me. I slid my hand over his damp back and through the strands of his hair.

This was how every day should end.