Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

JAY

The library is hosting another romance book club tonight. I’d love more than anything to show up, sit in the back and just watch her read. She doesn’t realize it, but she commands the room just by being in it. Her sweet girl-next-door aura welcomes everyone into the room. She says she's a nervous wreck speaking in front of others, but it never shows.

And I’m just glad I’m able to be there for her once it's over. To bring her down from the anxiety, hold her and love on her, tell her how well she did. She doesn't believe it yet, but she will.

Just like I know she would do for me. If I was to out myself for being a romance reader, I honestly don't know how the town would take it. They wouldn’t shun me for it. It would probably be the opposite. And I don't want that. I don’t want them building me into something I’m not.

They already do that. I love to be available to everyone and I’ll never complain or tell someone no when they need my help, but I need my time as well. And now that I’m spending my free time with Nina, I crave it even more.

So instead, I work downstairs in the basement where I can hear her read through the pipes.

I hear Nina begin to welcome everyone to tonight's reading.

“Good evening, everyone! I’m excited to be back here with you all again. Isn't the library so fun at night?”

I grin, remembering our first night here in the library after dark. She opened up to me and it made me feel like it was right. We both complement each other well. The transition from just meeting into something more was quick yet not as scary as it sounds. It doesn’t feel forced and that’s how I know, for me at least, I’m okay with where we’re going.

I’ve been waiting to meet someone who made me feel alive. Who made me question where she’s been my whole life and also let me know that the nights alone were because I was waiting for her to enter them.

“I hope everyone came prepared with a cold drink tonight because tonight's chapters are oooh! Fire!” The crowd laughs and I hear her melodic giggle float over it. “Bella Valentino sure knows how to make you melt, doesn’t she?”

A resounding yes carries through the room and it makes me smile.

“Chapter seven of The Road Home starts now. Here we go”!

The lull of her voice reading the opening paragraphs soothes me. I quickly work while I continue to hear her read. A question here and there is asked about the book. An opinion is given. The interaction is nice. I pack up my tools, tidying them for tomorrow's job and flip a bucket to sit for a moment. Cracking a water bottle, I listen.

“She stands before me in only a lace nighty. Her nipples at full attention, begging for my tongue, her pussy dripping wet with desire for me.

“Have you touched yourself thinking of me today?”

She nods, biting her bottom lip, her hand drifting up her body and cupping her breast, all the while she never takes her eyes from mine.

“Do you want me to touch you now?”

She nods again and takes a few steps forward when I motion her to me. I slip the silky straps of her nighty down both arms, exposing her breasts. I cup them, squeezing and giving her nipples a slight tug, and she moans, her head dropping back at my touch.

“Oh, pretty girl, this is a picture I’ll never erase from my mind…”

I can hear the need in her voice, and her moans and quiet yes’s from our night together flood my mind and I have to fight the urge to pull my dick out right here and jack off while listening to her. I smirk to myself. I’ll have to remember to tell her that later. I can already see the scandalized look on her face.

I love that I’m the first who gets to give her that intimate language that only two lovers know.

“ …I lay her down, rising above her and teasing her clit with the head of my cock. She writhes under me, grabbing her tits.

“Please, baby. I need all of you.”

“I love to hear you beg.” I slide inside in one thrust and begin to work my hips at a steady pace. With every strike, her tits bounce and her eyes become more wild with lust. She reaches down, playing with herself, alternating between touching my dick that slides in and out before going back to rubbing her clit.

“Show me, baby. Show me how you’re going to get off on my cock.”

I continue to thrust, holding her thighs for leverage. “I can feel you’re close. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight...”

By the time the hour is up, I’m about ready to combust. I wait impatiently for the last reader to leave the room before I dash up to the Read Me, Baby room. When I enter, she’s at the shelves, restocking some leftover books. Her back to me, I quietly sneak up behind her, capturing her around the waist and pulling her flat against me.

“Oh! Jay! You scared me!”

“I missed you.” I grind my dick into her ass letting her know just how much I missed her. “I couldn’t wait until you came over, so I came to you.”

She turns, draping her arms around my neck and kisses me. “Were you listening to me again?” She asks with a sly tone and a raised brow.

“You fucking bet I was. Why do you think I'm in this state?”

She giggles, kissing me once more. “If you weren’t spying, you wouldn't have the problem you do now.”

“It’s too late now. And you're the only one who can solve my problem for me.”

“Oh I am, huh?” She pushes me back slightly, grabbing a stack of books and heading to the back of the room. I follow along, passing row after row until she turns down one and begins to slide books into place.

“You’re going to just leave me like this?” I ask with astonishment.

She glances at me and shrugs before sliding another book into place, then walks away from me, those hips swaying and that ass that I can’t wait to bite, teasing me the whole way as she makes her way to the back of the room. “You're like a little kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar and now you’re wondering why you’re in time out.”

She turns down another row, placing the last book in its place and I grin like the Cheshire cat as I come up behind her, sliding my hands under her shirt and tickling her belly. “That cookie jar was just too enticing. I couldn’t tell myself no. I needed another taste.”

I press my front against her back and she places her hands on the shelf in front of her. I slide my hands down the front of her skirt before pulling it up slowly and slipping my hands underneath. “Nina,” I say with shock as I trail my finger under her panties. “You’re soaking wet!” I nip behind her ear and her moans tell me everything.

“Jay.”

Every time she whispers my name I want to take her. “There’s no one left in the library to hear you cry my name, Nina. Say it louder.”

“Jay!” She calls out as I slip one digit inside her and her hips push back on me.

“This where you want it? Right here in the back of the library?”

“Yes!” I see her hands tighten on the shelves, her knuckles turning white as she widens her stance allowing me more room to play.

“Do you know I was listening from the basement? I wanted to pull my cock out right there and stroke myself to every dirty word you said.” She whimpers as I increase my pace inside her. “All I could picture was you on top, just like the other night. I want to see you bounce on my cock again, Nina. Do you want that?”

Her head falls to her left shoulder, and I nibble her exposed skin. When she yanks her skirt to her waist, exposing nothing but a thong and reaches back to pull at the button on my jeans, I don't worry anymore about whether I’m pushing her limits with my dirty mouth.

She wants it as badly as I do.

“Do it, Jay. I can’t wait any longer.”

I fumble with my jeans and boxers, but not before grabbing a condom from my pocket. I slide my clothes down my thighs, rolling on the condom quickly. I kick her legs out a bit wider and grasp my cock, playing at her entrance.

“Nina, you’re everything I’ve been waiting for. I knew there was so much more inside you, and I love that you're only giving it to me. I love that I’m the one who can make you unhinged like this.” I slide inside and we both moan. “The quiet librarian isn’t so quiet anymore, is she?” I snicker in her ear as she pushes back, fucking me at her will.

“Yes, love,” I choke out, my hands gripping the shelf on either side of hers. “Take what you want from me. Use me.” She pulses on my cock, working her hips while I stand still, letting her take it how she needs from me. “Tell me.”

Her sighs and soft mewls become louder and her breath quickens as she continues to work my cock. “Touch me, Jay.”

“I’ll do anything you ask, baby.” I lift her shirt and bra over her breasts and squeeze and tease her nipples. I step in closer, completely covering her with my body feeling her breasts bounce with each thrust.

“More, Jay. Lower.”

I chuckle. “Lower?”

She's becoming frantic, chasing the release we both need. “Don’t play right now. Touch me.”

My heart beams at her words and I slide my hand to her slick clit, her cry spurring me on. “You’re so fucking wet. Do I make you this wet, Nina? Tell me.”

I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger and grip her waist and fuck her with quick thrusts. She cries out, coming around my cock and takes me with her, our shouts of pleasure echoing around the room and I couldn’t care less if the town can hear us right now.

Let them all listen and know this girl is mine.

We’ve collapsed onto the floor where we came together just minutes ago and I make no move to leave her. We’re both spent and the room is silent. No one is coming and so I take the moment to hold her, feeling I’ve found my forever. I pull her bra and shirt down and right her skirt then I pull my boxers and jeans up but don't bother buttoning. We lay together in a tangle of legs, her head on my chest as I play with her long red hair.

“So how come everyone in this town knows everything about you, except for the books? You're pretty open with everything else you do.”

“People are harsh critics. They judge what they don’t understand and like to make generalizations. I’ve told you, I’m open with a lot but it’s nice to have one thing that's just for me.” I pause, considering my words carefully before continuing. “Even though it was years ago, my ex and I were the hometown couple. We were homecoming king and queen and in a small town like this, they fell in love with our story. There wasn’t really a story, but the town was going to make one for us. They had our lives planned out and were all expecting wedding invites. We were just kids, and though I was fine with being that small town couple, she wasn’t. She thought I would get tired of the quiet life and leave with her.” I laugh to myself. “I never planned to leave here. I love it here. And I never told her differently.”

She turns her head, leaning her chin on my chest and traces her finger around my lips. I kiss the tip of her finger.

“It was right after graduation. The town was gathered for my parents' twenty-fifth anniversary party. We were all having a great night until my dad got up to thank everyone for coming. He announced my cousin Wes and I would be taking over the Parker & Sons HVAC company. I was so proud that he was publicly naming me, but Christina wasn’t happy one bit. I really don’t remember every name she called me or the awful things she said about living in a small town, but I do remember her saying she wouldn't be the wife of a blue-collar worker. Hearing that stung more than anything. It was like she was personally attacking my dad. He and my uncle worked their asses off to give us everything we ever needed.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It hurt, but she only embarrassed herself. The town let her know it too, and it was shortly after that, her and her family moved.”

“The power of a small town.” I nod and she laughs. “I get it. People judge me too. I was constantly teased about loving books and not fitting into my football town back in Georgia. I was the weird girl for wanting to sit quietly and not be out raising hell in town. It's not my scene to be a party animal.“

She takes a breath and continues. “It’s funny how life comes full circle. I wanted to introduce a reading club to our local library back home, but the town was only focused on football. Even teachers and coaches didn’t care much about the learning aspect. I did what I could to instill a love of reading into the young kids but it was always overshadowed by the game.

“I was dating a football coach and going to college at night, trying to work the library and get a club off the ground. He humored me but never supported me. At my opening night, he sat in the back essentially heckling me with a couple other coaches. I was so embarrassed I swore I'd never read another romance again.“

“Don’t ever let someone steal something you love from you.”

“I know. Once we broke up, I tried dating, but the men after that were a joke. I became the queen of a thousand first dates, never to have a repeat. I was the sexy librarian who loved romance novels yet couldn’t find her own love. Then I was the boring librarian who ended my romance club because I hated the books. It was the furthest thing from the truth, but It was just one more rumor that guy started about me to keep me as an even bigger oddball in town. So coming here, learning I’d have to run a romance book club and read aloud? It was a shock that I wasn’t ready for.”

“You’ll find your soft spot. Balance is a good thing.”

“Yes, like the other night. You’re the mayor walking through that restaurant and I was dodging people at all costs. “

“I think we’re different in that sense, yes. I’ve been placed in the spotlight for quite some time that I just adapted differently. It doesn't make one way wrong or right, or better than the other. And it’s ok for you to not enjoy that. It’s really great to enjoy your own space and use it for what you need to make yourself feel good.” I squeeze her ass. “I also enjoy using my own space to make you feel good.”

She giggles. “I still have to get up in front of this town though and be more like anyone but myself in order to do so. There's a reason I became a librarian and not a public speaker.”

“I think you're going to do just fine.”

“With a little more practice from you, right?”

“Now you’re catching on.” I laugh. “From a young age, my personal life was out for everyone to see and they still talk about it. So for me, keeping books to myself and how I like to read or act them out with my girl, is just that. Our secret.”

“Your girl?”

“Yea, Nina. I want you to be my girl.” She smiles, her eyes lighting at my words. “And that I won’t keep a secret.”