Heather Rainier (22 page)

Grace giggled and nodded. “That’s me.”

Lucy and Frieda peppered Grace with questions as Jayne adjusted her clothing. Lily perched beside her on the couch, giggling at Lucy and Frieda. “Seth seems happy since he’s been spending time with you, Jayne.”

“I hope so.”

“He’s always been so serious. I like seeing him smile more.” Jayne had noticed that his smiles came more easily in recent weeks. “You seem pretty happy too.”

“I am.”

She would’ve said more, but a knock sounded on the closed office door and Grace opened it, greeting her husbands, Ethan and Adam. Taller than Grace by several inches, both men stared at her as though it had been days since they’d seen her instead of just minutes. Ethan said, “Clay and Del were looking for you, Lily. Del just got a call from Chris. He said cattle broke through one of the fences.”

“Oh, shoot. I’d better go.” Turning to Jayne, Lily said, “If you ever want to talk, just give me a call, okay?”

Jayne nodded and said good night, and then her gaze was drawn to the handsome, raven-haired lover gazing at her as he leaned against the doorway. His blue eyes swept over her, and she felt a wave of heat at the intensity of his expression. She followed the rest of the women out of the office and slid her hand into his as he drew her to a halt in the hallway.

“Did you show them your tattoo?” His words whispered along her throat as he brushed his lips against her there in a tingling caress.

“Uh-huh. I also found out you’re famous.”

Seth scoffed as he continued teasing her with his lips. “None of that matters. I want you.” His husky tone and the hardening cock he rubbed against her hip sent a wave of corresponding heat to her dampening pussy.

“Mom will be heading back to my house soon, since she has to leave early in the morning.”

“Come to my place.”

“What about Lucy?”

“If knowing you’re there shocks Lucy, then she needs to be shocked more often. Besides, it looks like both she and your mom plan to ply your cousin with questions about her books for the rest of the evening.” Heat sizzled along her nerve endings as she glanced down the hall to see if anyone could see them. “I don’t think Grace would mind if we said our good-nights now. We’ll stop by your house and get whatever you need, and then I want you to stay the night with me.”

In the truck, on the way to Seth’s house, Jayne recalled what Grace and Lily had told her about Seth. “So, you’re this world-famous tattoo artist, huh? Globe-trotting tattooist to the stars?”

Seth chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Not quite. I made a few friends and met some influential people in my travels. Their friends like my work and come see me. It’s not a big deal.” He didn’t seem willing to say much more about it.

“Not everything about your days of traveling was a good experience, was it? You gave me the sanitized version before, at the lake.”

Seth’s gaze briefly rested on her before turning back to the road. “You’ve heard that old expression about horizons being broadened by experience? Not all experience is good. Not everyone has good intentions. And sometimes good intentions aren’t enough.” She watched his face in the dim glow of the truck dashboard and thought she saw regret in his demeanor. “I was grateful for the knowledge I gained of my craft in my travels. I studied and got training in styles and techniques that I couldn’t have over here, which makes my portfolio more versatile but…”

“There was other stuff that ruined it for you?” Seth’s silent nod made her regret her prodding. “I’m sorry if I brought up bad memories.”

He squeezed her shoulders, drawing her closer to him on the bench seat. “Good or bad, my experiences have brought me to where I am now. They brought you to me.”

“Or you to me,” she quipped as he turned into his driveway and parked the truck in the garage.

“Either way, you’re mine,” he murmured as he turned in the driver’s seat and pulled her to him. His touch was equal parts demanding he-man and gentle lover. Jayne liked seeing the side of him that wanted more of her. He was never arrogant or pushy, but she knew he was edging her inexorably out of her comfort zone, teaching her to explore the boundaries of what she’d thought of as her sexual limits. Doing so had another benefit.

When she wasn’t working or with him, she was writing. She’d always written in her journals as a means of creative expression and for her own pleasure. Lately, her hands ached because she could barely keep up with a pen in hand. She’d even considered saving for a laptop.

Seth climbed from the truck and held his hands out to her, helping her down, and then grabbed her change of clothes and overnight bag. If she’d been thinking clearly, she’d have brought her car so that she could drive herself, but her only thought had been this destination. As the crow flew, she only lived a ten-minute walk from him, several blocks away, but he’d already mentioned that he’d take her back to her house in the morning to fetch the car.

Inside the dark house, she allowed him to lead her back to his bedroom. His furnishings were spartan and utilitarian. He removed his wallet, keys, and cell phone from his pockets and placed them on his dresser as she slipped her strappy wedge sandals from her feet. He strode into the master bathroom, and she heard the shower turn on. He appeared in the doorway a moment later.

“I want a hot shower. Join me?”

He didn’t need to ask twice. She shed her loose, flowing skirt, lightweight blue cardigan, and camisole as he watched, a hungry light in his eyes. Feeling bold, she strutted up to him clad in just her lacy bikini underwear and bra. His eyes raked her curves appreciatively until she closed the distance and leaned against him. His lips stirred flames inside her as he licked and nipped at her lower lip. His touch was gentle, yet demanding, like him, as he stroked her upper arms then held her to him, deepening the kiss.

“I want to slide my cock into your pussy, and feel you go all hot and melt around me, sweet Jayne. I want to hear the sound of your voice when you’re coming.”

Her cunt pulsed with excitement, and she could almost feel him sliding between her swollen lips as he spoke in that sultry tone. “I’ll do whatever you want me to, Seth. Anything.”

“I also want to play with your ass.”

She gulped and hoped her eyes didn’t betray too much of the apprehension she felt at that thought. But even then, she knew he’d make it good for her.

“You ready for that? I won’t take it tonight, but soon.”

Jayne nodded and let him draw her into the shower. Within the tiled enclosure, they made quick work of bathing, and then he let her do something she’d been wanting to do for days. Anytime they were naked together, he kept her so busy she’d never had a chance, and once they were done she fell into a sound sleep.

He patiently let her run her fingers over all of his tattoos, looking at the tremendous amount of detail that somehow tied all the designs together and made them seem like one large body of artwork. The biomechanical designs were three dimensional on some parts, giving the appearance that the observer could see the inner workings beneath the tattoos. There were some Steampunk effects like gears and gadgetry where joints would’ve been, and dark, sweeping, H. R. Giger-esque styled imagery. Her favorite parts were the tattoos on his arms which had the appearance of dragon scales or bony armor. The designs stopped at his mid-forearm, so that if he had long sleeves rolled up partway, no one would know he had tattoos unless he showed them.

When she was done, Seth reached for a bottle on the shelf above the showerhead. She giggled when she took it from him after he’d poured some of the clear, slippery liquid onto his fingertips.

“Lube?”

A barely perceptible smile bowed Seth’s lips before he leaned down and brushed them against her throat. “Good, clean fun. Easy to clean up after.”

“How often?” she asked as she poured some onto her own fingers, deciding she wanted to play too.

Seth watched her with interest, one brow arching as though he was curious what she planned to do with it. “Anytime I think of you while I’m in here.”

Giggling, Jayne replied, “Good answer.”

Seth’s cock jolted in her hand as she swirled the lube around it and he held her to him. She stroked his rigid length, sighing in approval as he swelled in her hand. Flexing against her palm, Seth leaned his head back against the damp tile, his wet hair clinging to his neck and shoulders as he closed his eyes and growled softly. Watching his expression, she was enthralled by the intense line of his jaw and the trembling in his muscles as she pleasured him. He looked down at her, piercing her with his laser-blue eyes, and bit his lower lip, inspiring a clenching contraction in the damp heat growing between her thighs.

Her breath left her in a rush when his hand slid farther south to the cleft of her ass. A needy-sounding moan echoed in the shower enclosure, and she realized it was her voice she’d heard. His hands were gentle as always, but she felt completely at his mercy as he parted her cheeks and stroked her rear opening with his lube-slicked fingertips.

She panted as slumbering nerve endings fired to exhilarating life. The thought of him breaching that small opening with his big cock left her trembling with trepidation but also made her aware of how much she wanted to trust him. She wanted to give this part of herself to him. Wanted him to know she held nothing back, but she still quaked a little at the thought. Despite the sexy stories she’d read over the years and her basic attempts at depicting anal sex in her storytelling, she still wasn’t one hundred percent sure she’d enjoy it.

“Relax, sweet Jayne. Nothing happens tonight, I promise. Just want to get you used to the sensation. I love playing with your sweet little ass.”

“Does that mean I get to play with yours?” she asked in a shaky voice.

His torso rumbled with amusement as he looked down at her. She stopped stroking his cock, and he thrust against her hand to nudge her to resume her play. “If you want to play with my ass, baby, I’d let you.”

She felt like a temptress when she smiled up at him and reached for the bottle of lube and poured more on the fingers of her other hand. “I’m feeling a wee bit naughty too. Did I ever tell you about a little question-and-answer seminar I attended recently at Discretion Boutique?”

Seth growled, and his body vibrated beneath her hands as she continued stroking his cock with one hand and slid the knuckles of her other hand over his tight ass cheek. He clenched the muscle at the contact and murmured, “I heard about that seminar from Kendall Warner and Jake Redman last weekend. They said that—well, I’m not telling you exactly what they said, but they appreciated Maya and Margot’s willingness to learn new things.”

Jayne felt a wide, happy grin cross her face. She already knew what Seth wasn’t willing to pass on. Margot had told her the weekend before that Jake and Gil called her “Gold Fingers,” and Maya said that Kendall told her he’d never leave the house again and be her slave if she’d do that for him on a regular basis. “It’s just a little prostate massage. You’d think we’d learned the secret of happiness.”

“I don’t know, baby, they both looked pretty damned happy to me.”

“Mmmm, maybe you’ll get to find out someday.” She arched as he increased the pressure on her anus. After groaning softly, she added, “Enough talk, more playing.”

She uncurled her lubed fingers and slid first one, then another fingertip between his ass cheeks and stroked his rear opening. He bit his lip so hard she thought he might draw blood, and his eyelids drifted closed over eyes that were glazed with pleasure. His cock jerked in her palm again as she stroked him simultaneously while struggling to process the sensation of
his
fingertips rimming
her
asshole.

She ground her hips, pushing back on his fingers, aware that the movement also rubbed her abdomen against the head of his cock. He hissed as pearly fluid leaked in a miniscule stream from his cock, lubricating her hand further. She chanced disrupting their rhythm and bent down for a moment to lick the head of his shaft. His masculine groan of pleasure was music to her ears. He bit down ever so lightly on her shoulder, and she returned his moan as he focused his attention on stroking her, over and over, until she was arching her back, ready to take his fingers inside her rear passage. He was making her an addict for his touch.

She pressed her cheek to his chest, feeling the tickle of his black chest hair as she reveled in the completely masculine feel of him beneath her fingertips. She returned her attention to both his pleasure spots, as he slid his other fingers down to the slippery wetness of her cunt.

“Wonder who’s coming first?” he whispered.

She sucked in a breath as his questing fingers found her clit and knew she would win that race. In less than a minute they were both writhing against each other, a tangled mass of need. Her cunt clenched, and she rose on tiptoe as her climax drew near.

Seth murmured, “I’m going to fill you full of my cock, sweet Jayne. I’ll touch you where no one else has ever touched you before.” His lusty words sent her into the abyss.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, yes, Seth!” Her orgasm blasted through her, sending white-hot bolts of sensation shooting through her body. Her knees buckled and she’d have slumped to the floor if he hadn’t been holding her close. His lips closed over hers, and she moaned into him as he held her and let her catch her breath. After a minute, he turned them in the shower to rinse all the lube away before shutting off the water.