Chapter 11

Sunday

While I wait for him to return, I try to calm my nerves at the fact that Jett Blake is in my home, soon to be in my bed with me no less. Never in my wildest dreams could I have predicted how this date would go, that’s for sure. But thanks to a reckless driver, a cold front that’s causing freezing temperatures, and the fact his house is shrouded in darkness until the transformer is replaced, something I never dreamed would happen is soon to become a reality.

I can’t help the giggle that emerges when I see him striding through the door, both kittens following behind him like little stalkers. As he sits down on his side of the bed, they jump up and immediately start wrestling, making him chuckle as he hands me my water. I watch him slide beneath the covers while sipping some water before placing the bottle on the nightstand.

“So, I was thinking,” he starts, rolling over to face me, his head propped up on his hand.

“About?”

“You. Me. Us.”

“What conclusion did you come up with?” I ask. I’m tempted to hold my breath, but he smells so delicious, I realize I can’t and don’t want to.

“We both have a past which has given us excess baggage. I’m willing to unpack mine with your help, Sunday, and hope you’re willing to do the same with me at your side. We’re stronger together, don’t you think? The badass Navy medic, and the former pro football player?”

His earnest face has me biting back my smile; it’s endearing because I know we’ve each got our own demons, but what he says makes sense.

“You mean the ER nurse, and the hot high school football coach?” I tease, moving closer. “You know the downside to your power being out?” I ask. When he shakes his head, I continue. “I was looking forward to you bringing me home, because I was going to let you kiss me before you left.”

“Well, instead of goodbye, how about good night?” he murmurs, his voice husky.

I pretend to think about it, although in my head, it’s a no-brainer. “I think that would work just as well.”

His hand cups my cheek as he leans in closer. As his lips ghost over mine lightly, and I sigh, moving my hand over his shoulder to curl around his neck. When he deepens the kiss, I completely surrender, eager to get a taste of something I’ve always wanted.

Long minutes pass as our lips stay locked, until we eventually break apart, both of us breathless. With his forehead pressed against mine, he whispers, “Good night, Sunday. Sweet dreams.”

“Good night, Jett. I’m sure they will be with you here.” He turns out the light on his nightstand, prompting me to switch off mine too, grinning like a lunatic as the room plummets into darkness.

Once I turn onto my side, he moves closer, throwing his arm over my waist so he’s snuggled into my back. I feel him kiss my shoulder as he settles in and before long, the steady rhythm of his breathing lets me know he’s fallen asleep.

* * *

I wake up the next morning, and can feel his erection pressed into my low back and ass. Feeling feisty, I wiggle it lightly into his erection, until a gentle swat lands on my skin. “Keep it up, Sunday, and you’ll get more than you’ve bargained for,” his husky voice warns. “Been lying here, breathing your scent in for an hour now, trying not to be impulsive and act on how I’m feeling.”

“What if I want you to?” I ask, feeling bold since I’m still facing away from his line of sight. His arm bands tightly around my waist, wrapping me in his embrace like he’s afraid I’m going to move. I’m somewhat surprised, simply because Jonas wasn’t a cuddler, so I’m not used to the intimate act, but apparently, my subconscious was perfectly fine having Jett spooning me the whole night.

I hear the hitch in his breath at my brazen words. Is he surprised I’m being so forward? Or regretting what he said. Doubt starts to crowd my mind until I find myself whipped around, so I’m flat on my back with him hovering over me.

“Do you?” he questions, his eyes dark and dilated with desire.

Slowly nodding, I verbally respond as well. “Yeah, I do, Jett,” I whisper before his lips crash onto mine.

The passion that’s been simmering all night long while we slept ignites, and I find myself moaning as his hands lightly skate over my body while we continue to kiss. My blood heats, my core clenches, and I realize I’ve found the missing piece that’s been hiding when it comes to physical intimacy.

Jett.

He makes the difference as he undresses me, dropping kisses and touches along each section of exposed skin. His touch has me writhing, and I can feel how wet I am every time I twist my legs. As I watch my pajamas sail over the side of the bed, I grin up at him and say, “Seems one of us has too many clothes on now.”

His chuckle is earthy, before he pulls his shirt over his head, doing that crazy move only men seem to know how to do. I gasp, seeing his well-formed chest on display, each ab delineated as if it was carved from stone. He has a smattering of chest hair; not too much and not too little, which has me raising my hands to run across his pecs, causing his nipples to pebble, much like my own have already done.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sunday,” he murmurs, staring down at me with heat in his eyes. I roll my eyes at him, and he lightly tickles my side, causing me to squirm. “You are and always will be that way through my eyes.”

“Still too many clothes,” I tease, my eyes honed in on his straining erection. He’s bigger than I’ve ever had, which isn’t saying much since Jonas is the sum total of my experience, and I briefly wonder if he’s going to fit, then decide it doesn’t matter.

If I die while we’re making love, I’ll go happy and that’s that.

When he stands up after getting off the bed, I’m treated to a sight that has me praying this is the first of many times we’re together like this; his toned, tanned physique, slightly trembling, with a hardon that’s jutting toward me.

Yes, I wouldn’t mind seeing that every day for the rest of my life.

“I wouldn’t mind either, sweetheart,” he whispers, once again hovering over me.

“Shit, did I say that out loud?” I grumble, closing my eyes to avoid his.

“Yes, you did, Sunday, and all you just said confirms how I feel as well,” he replies. “Now, where were we?”

* * *

Seconds turn into minutes until time becomes fluid as he licks, kisses, and sucks his way down every inch of my body. Both breasts are treated to an exhaustive examination, which has me nearly coming as pings of desire shoot to my clit. When he settles between my thighs, I unconsciously try to close them, to no avail.

“I need a taste, sweetheart. You gonna deny me that?” he questions, looking up at me.

Seeing his beautiful face, flushed with desire, I shake my head. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give him right now; I’m a goner for him. He flashes a grin at me before his tongue swipes through my folds.

Holy fucking hell! As he continues his ministrations, suckling my clit, thrusting his tongue deep into my sheath, all while stroking my thighs with his fingers. I realize I’ve been missing out and decide to enjoy this particular ride to its conclusion.

The moan that escapes when he inserts his index finger has him peering up at me through his lashes. “You good?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled because of where he’s at, and what he’s doing.

“Mmhm,” I reply through a hum, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me as his digit moves in and out of my core while his mouth and tongue continue their own sweet assault.

As my release builds, I struggle not to pull his hair out from the roots, and instead, settle with gripping and twisting the sheets between my fists. But when he adds a second finger, I’m done for and I detonate, keening his name out as my back arches away from the bed.

Long moments pass as I ride out my orgasm while he slows his actions down until I start to wiggle and squirm, moving from his diligent attention when it becomes too sensitive.

“Jett, I need you,” I plead, gripping his biceps as he raises up.

“Gotta protect my girl,” he replies, leaning over to the nightstand where I notice he apparently laid his wallet. He flips it open, and slides out a strip of condoms, which has my brow raising. “Not what you think, sweetheart. Carry them because of the boys on the team and have never been happier that I keep them stocked.” He rips off one, quickly opens the package between his blunt teeth, and sheathes himself before notching his head at my entrance.

Our moans mingle as he slowly enters me with gentle thrusts until he’s fully embedded. As my nails lightly score his skin, he starts to move; long, sure strokes that have my desire ramping up again.

Sex was hit or miss with Jonas. He didn’t like performing oral, and I sometimes didn’t climax, which I realize now shows just how selfish and shallow he truly was, because Jett has barely begun moving and I’m already close to orgasming for the second time.

“You feel so good,” I moan out, clutching his shoulders.

“You’re so hot and tight, Sunday,” he manages to say. “I can feel you tightening on my cock, and if you keep it up, this won’t last long.”

“Not doing it intentionally, I’m going to come again,” I admit, my eyes wide in wonder.

As his pace quickens and becomes erratic, he slides one hand between us to lightly stroke my clit, which has me calling out his name as he pumps his hips twice more before stopping. I can feel him pulsing inside as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. Then, he does something that endears him to me forever; he leans in and gently kisses my lips before pulling me into his arms and rolling us, so I’m splayed over him. His hands stroke up and down my body, and he doesn’t avoid the areas where I was injured, but is instead, extremely gentle there as we both return from the stratosphere.

I’m nearly catatonic. I’m so sated when he lightly taps my hip that I bury my head deeper into his pecs, my body refusing to accept what I know he’s fixing to convey. “Need to take care of the condom, sweetheart,” he reluctantly tells me, eliciting a moan of protest from me.

“No, I don’t wanna move,” I mumble, still enjoying the residual high from my astronomical orgasm.

“Okay, so you might not remember, but seeing as you’re a nurse, you should understand biology. I’m going to go soft, the condom will slip, then everything inside will be left in you. Not sure how you feel about having babies, but since we haven’t had that conversation yet, I’m erring on the side of caution and thinking you aren’t planning on having one just yet.”

“Spoilsport,” I grumble, sliding off him and flopping heavily to my side. He chuckles, which turns into full-out laughter as I cross my arms over my chest, and do my best to mean mug him.

Of course, the glare changes as I watch his taut ass stroll across my bedroom toward the bathroom, but I’m not going to confess that little secret to him.

* * *

“You’re going to have to add more supplies to your wallet,” I tease as he gathers his stuff. His electricity is once again back on, and even though I hate that he has to leave, I have to work tonight and will need to get some sleep, plus he has to pick up Dusty from his sister.

“I’m going to get a box for here, and one for my place,” he promises, smirking at me. “The only reason I carry them for the boys is sometimes, when they’re hanging out with friends or partying after a win, they’re ill-prepared for the situation, and quite honestly, I don’t want any of them going through the hell I did with Stacey if I can help it.”

“I didn’t say anything against it, Jett. They should carry their own, too, though.”

He gives me a rueful look then rebuts, “They do, but sometimes they forget to ‘replenish their stash’ as I’ve been told by them a time or two.”

I can’t help giggling because it sounds like something a teenage boy would use as an excuse.

“I hope they’re all feeling better.” They were in so much pain and terribly sick that my heart felt saddened for them.

He grabs my hand and leads us into my living room, dropping his bag by the door, and pulling me into his arms. My head is resting against his chest, and I hear his heartbeat steadily beating, lulling me into a contented state. “I’ve been getting regular texts from either my players or their parents. All are feeling better and ready to hit the field on Monday, which is good because we’re heading into the playoffs for the state championship in our division, and I need them all ready. Now, you’re on duty for the next three nights, right?”

I nod. “Yes, three on, two off, then four on, three off.”

“So, we might have to be creative in order to see each other.”

“I always eat before I head into work, usually around six or so. Granted, it’s breakfast but who doesn’t like eating that for dinner?” I ask. “You and Dusty are welcome to join me any one of those nights you’d like.”

“Or we could grab a family chicken meal and bring it over. I understand you’re a sucker for their food any time they’re open for business,” he replies, grinning at me.

“Aha, I see small town gossip is still alive and well in Possum Run,” I retort. “I love that place, though. They have great portions, the chicken has a good flavor beyond what they season it with, and their prices are affordable.”

“Maybe we can grab drinks at Ike’s on one of your off nights,” he suggests, changing the subject.

“I’d like that, Jett.”

A ping from his phone has him pulling it out, then bursting into laughter. “Dusty says to hurry up and kiss you so I can come get him, because he’s figured out how to beat the next level of his game,” he reveals, reading me the message.

“Then you better go so he’s not kept waiting,” I reply, smiling up at him.

“Oh, I’ll go, but not before I get my fill of you to last until we see each other again.” Pulling me tighter into his arms, we spend the next ten minutes making out much like teenagers, although I have no personal knowledge or experience of that, much to my chagrin. My high school years were lackluster compared to the young adult romances I’ve binged on during my read-a-thons.

“Bye, Jett,” I murmur against his lips as he pulls back slightly.

“Bye, Sunday.”

I watch as he walks out my door to his truck, then wave goodbye as he honks his horn before pulling out of my driveway, idling in the street until I step through the threshold where I close and lock the door. Only then does he drive away.

Best. Date. Ever.