Drawn Together
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He ran his hands over her curves, over the nip of her waist, the bumps of her vertebrae, the sweet flesh of her ass.
And he gave it another slap. Again, harder than he’d imagined.
It burned. The pain, for long moments, had roused her from that lazy pleasure at the way he’d felt when he’d worked his c**k into her pu**y. And then the burn spread. Slow and delicious. Tingling.
And then . . . he’d told her he controlled the pace. He’d ordered her around, and for the first time in her life, instead of reacting and pushing back, she let him. And it had been . . . really, really good.
So she let it be.
He’d given her an orgasm from his mouth that had pretty much devastated the memory of every other damned orgasm she’d ever had. And her sex life had been really healthy and awesome. So really, what was the point in arguing when he clearly delivered on the promise to make her feel good?
His c**k was fat. Filling her just right. His hands had settled at her hips, fingers digging in to control her movement as he’d begun to f**k her in short, hard digs that sent her tits brushing against the blanket beneath her. Sending slow waves of pleasure through her when she’d just come moments before.
He had game all right.
Jonah f**ked her at his pace. Just like he’d said. Slow and hard. A fairly irresistible combination. She’d fallen into a place, a dreamy sort of consciousness, floating on the pleasure, flattered—insanely so—that he so clearly found her desirable.
One hand let go and he got closer as he reached around her waist and down, finding her pu**y. She sucked in a breath as he tugged the ring and then squeezed her clit. He played awhile, seemingly testing her to find what she liked best. And then he worked it, over and over and over, until she was coming again and he grunted a strained curse and pushed in deep.
They fell to the mattress. He disappeared for a few moments and came right back, putting an arm over her waist and then pulling her close.
“When I regain the ability to move again, I have ice cream in my freezer.”
“You’re going to propose some sort of Faustian bargain, aren’t you?” She mumbled this into the hard muscle of his biceps. “I mean, awesome sex, great food and now ice cream? Will I have to give you my soul?”
He chuckled. “Maybe.”
And she still didn’t run.
4
He really couldn’t have said why he found himself standing in front of Written On The Body just three days later.
Which was a total lie. The reason lay just inside. Jonah hadn’t been able to get her off his mind. Her voice, the way she smelled. The feel of her body against his own. She’d lodged herself under his skin, drawing his attention. And he didn’t care to fight it.
That night at his home he’d wanted her to stay over but she’d refused. Politely enough. But when he’d woken up alone and hard, it had only underlined how much more he craved from this woman.
She stood at the counter, grinning up at Brody Brown. Jonah frowned. Oh, he knew there was nothing romantic between them. Not anymore.
Just the evening before he’d seen Levi and Daisy at an art event in town and he’d opened himself up to so much trouble when he’d pumped Daisy for information about Raven. He’d never hear the end of it. From Daisy and from his brother.
He knew though that for a time, many, many years before, Raven and Brody had been a thing. That Brody had been in love with her, or had thought he was, and she’d never wanted to settle down and had been with someone else. Daisy had been careful to underline, though, that Raven, by all reports, had been clear with Brody that she wasn’t monogamous. It had meant something to know she hadn’t cheated.
But the two were close to this day. Daisy had indicated that there was trouble when Brody’s wife, Elise, had first come onto the scene, but the two women had worked things out, and that she was extremely connected to Brody and Elise’s daughters.
He knew she wasn’t seeing anyone seriously. Again, Daisy had underlined her lack of wanting to see anyone seriously. Which Jonah thought was bullshit. If anyone deserved some seriously, it was Raven. She needed a man to cherish her. To anchor her. He was old enough to understand this thing he felt about her was way more than infatuation. There was a lot of getting to know each other to be done. But he knew what he wanted, and he got what he wanted.
He wanted Raven.
She turned her head at the sound of the bell at the door and her smile changed when she recognized him. She was touched. And he was doubly glad he’d come by.
“Hello, Jonah. What brings you here?” She moved around Brody to him and triumph heated his gut.
He took her hands, linking his fingers with hers, tugging her into a hug. She went willingly, kissing the side of his neck as she did.
“You bring me here. Are you free for lunch?”
“I have a piercing coming in in five minutes. After that I’m free for a few hours.”
“You do piercings too?”
She smiled as he released her and she stepped back. “I do. Why? You got something you want me to pierce?”
“Maybe later.”
She laughed.
“So how about I hang out for a few and we can head out when you finish? Is that all right?”
She shrugged. “Sure. Or you can pop over next door and grab a coffee or something and I’ll collect you when I’m done.”
“Can I watch you work? Or is it a piercing in a place I can’t see?”
“It’s an eyebrow piercing so you can watch from this chair here. My station is there.” She pointed.
And he gave it another slap. Again, harder than he’d imagined.
It burned. The pain, for long moments, had roused her from that lazy pleasure at the way he’d felt when he’d worked his c**k into her pu**y. And then the burn spread. Slow and delicious. Tingling.
And then . . . he’d told her he controlled the pace. He’d ordered her around, and for the first time in her life, instead of reacting and pushing back, she let him. And it had been . . . really, really good.
So she let it be.
He’d given her an orgasm from his mouth that had pretty much devastated the memory of every other damned orgasm she’d ever had. And her sex life had been really healthy and awesome. So really, what was the point in arguing when he clearly delivered on the promise to make her feel good?
His c**k was fat. Filling her just right. His hands had settled at her hips, fingers digging in to control her movement as he’d begun to f**k her in short, hard digs that sent her tits brushing against the blanket beneath her. Sending slow waves of pleasure through her when she’d just come moments before.
He had game all right.
Jonah f**ked her at his pace. Just like he’d said. Slow and hard. A fairly irresistible combination. She’d fallen into a place, a dreamy sort of consciousness, floating on the pleasure, flattered—insanely so—that he so clearly found her desirable.
One hand let go and he got closer as he reached around her waist and down, finding her pu**y. She sucked in a breath as he tugged the ring and then squeezed her clit. He played awhile, seemingly testing her to find what she liked best. And then he worked it, over and over and over, until she was coming again and he grunted a strained curse and pushed in deep.
They fell to the mattress. He disappeared for a few moments and came right back, putting an arm over her waist and then pulling her close.
“When I regain the ability to move again, I have ice cream in my freezer.”
“You’re going to propose some sort of Faustian bargain, aren’t you?” She mumbled this into the hard muscle of his biceps. “I mean, awesome sex, great food and now ice cream? Will I have to give you my soul?”
He chuckled. “Maybe.”
And she still didn’t run.
4
He really couldn’t have said why he found himself standing in front of Written On The Body just three days later.
Which was a total lie. The reason lay just inside. Jonah hadn’t been able to get her off his mind. Her voice, the way she smelled. The feel of her body against his own. She’d lodged herself under his skin, drawing his attention. And he didn’t care to fight it.
That night at his home he’d wanted her to stay over but she’d refused. Politely enough. But when he’d woken up alone and hard, it had only underlined how much more he craved from this woman.
She stood at the counter, grinning up at Brody Brown. Jonah frowned. Oh, he knew there was nothing romantic between them. Not anymore.
Just the evening before he’d seen Levi and Daisy at an art event in town and he’d opened himself up to so much trouble when he’d pumped Daisy for information about Raven. He’d never hear the end of it. From Daisy and from his brother.
He knew though that for a time, many, many years before, Raven and Brody had been a thing. That Brody had been in love with her, or had thought he was, and she’d never wanted to settle down and had been with someone else. Daisy had been careful to underline, though, that Raven, by all reports, had been clear with Brody that she wasn’t monogamous. It had meant something to know she hadn’t cheated.
But the two were close to this day. Daisy had indicated that there was trouble when Brody’s wife, Elise, had first come onto the scene, but the two women had worked things out, and that she was extremely connected to Brody and Elise’s daughters.
He knew she wasn’t seeing anyone seriously. Again, Daisy had underlined her lack of wanting to see anyone seriously. Which Jonah thought was bullshit. If anyone deserved some seriously, it was Raven. She needed a man to cherish her. To anchor her. He was old enough to understand this thing he felt about her was way more than infatuation. There was a lot of getting to know each other to be done. But he knew what he wanted, and he got what he wanted.
He wanted Raven.
She turned her head at the sound of the bell at the door and her smile changed when she recognized him. She was touched. And he was doubly glad he’d come by.
“Hello, Jonah. What brings you here?” She moved around Brody to him and triumph heated his gut.
He took her hands, linking his fingers with hers, tugging her into a hug. She went willingly, kissing the side of his neck as she did.
“You bring me here. Are you free for lunch?”
“I have a piercing coming in in five minutes. After that I’m free for a few hours.”
“You do piercings too?”
She smiled as he released her and she stepped back. “I do. Why? You got something you want me to pierce?”
“Maybe later.”
She laughed.
“So how about I hang out for a few and we can head out when you finish? Is that all right?”
She shrugged. “Sure. Or you can pop over next door and grab a coffee or something and I’ll collect you when I’m done.”
“Can I watch you work? Or is it a piercing in a place I can’t see?”
“It’s an eyebrow piercing so you can watch from this chair here. My station is there.” She pointed.
