Chapter Five
Jonah had sculpted abs without being buff and overwhelming. He was all lean muscle and sharp edges. A tight ass completed the picture above his tight thighs and large cock, which pointed in her direction, as it stood erect.
Mindy had never experienced such intensity from a lover. He seemed so completely focused on her, with a level of intensity she’d never known.
He stood before her, totally naked, and she couldn’t think any word but beautiful. Jonah would hate it if she said that. He’d probably say something self-deprecating and never let her say another word about him again. But he was. Beautiful. So much so that if she possessed an ounce of artistic ability she’d try to capture him in some fashion.
Mindy chewed on her lip. Maybe he would let her photograph him, with her cell phone. The idea made her mouth water. Naked pictures of Jonah she could peruse whenever she wanted.
“What are you thinking about?” He swept his hand down the front of her body, stopping to cup the outside her pussy.
“You. Naked. On my phone.”
He stopped moving. “Not gonna happen, babe. But you nude on my mine has some possibilities.”
“Okay.” She giggled. “I guess we’re both going to have to agree to stay away from each other with the cameras.”
“I make no promises.”
He licked her bellybutton and her pussy creamed. He groaned, inserting his fingers deep inside her. Her muscles jolted from the unexpected contact, having not had anything but her own fingers to stimulate them in six months.
The calluses on Jonah’s hands only made the experience more exciting. She rubbed against him until he found her clit. Suddenly, all she could think about was finding completion. Right then and there, against Jonah’s hand.
She reached out, finding his erection, and cupped him. He hissed in his breath as she started stroking him, showing him with her own hand just the speed she wanted him to pleasure her. Not too fast, not too slow.
He took his cue, which didn’t surprise her. Jonah probably would have known what to do without her intervention.
“I want you so much.” His voice caressed her ears and his cock jerked in her hand. She squeezed the tip and he moaned. “Don’t do that again. I won’t make it. You’ll make me embarrass myself like a fifteen-year-old boy.”
She, with her white hair and scarred face, turned him on that much? A jolt of pure feminine satisfaction rocked her.
He kissed her grin and she met his tongue thrust for thrust, wanting it to be their bodies that close and not just their mouths.
Jonah squeezed her clit and she bucked beneath him. Control fled Mindy’s body. All she could do was ride the wave of pleasure his actions created within her. Had she ever experienced an orgasm before? She didn’t think so because right then, the surge, the pressure, the near pain of the whole thing was just so…unexpected.
When it was over, she panted beneath him, her hand still gripping his hard cock. She looked between them and grinned. If she ran her fingers over it in the right way she could bring him right to where she was.
“Don’t even think of it, gorgeous. I’m not coming anywhere but inside your tight pussy.”
She sucked in her breath. His words were coarse, but she loved it. Of course, it might not be that she enjoyed hard, playful sex with everyone; she might like it because it was Jonah she did it with.
Something to contemplate later.
Mindy scooted out beneath him. Reaching to her right, she pulled a condom out of her drawer and handed it to him.
He ripped open the foil and sheathed himself.
“I think you’re ready for me, gorgeous.” He kissed her again. “I really can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Then do it, hot stuff.” She grinned at her choice of words. Hot stuff seemed to fit Jonah perfectly.
He grinned and she saw such happiness in his eyes that it stole her breath away. Her earlier thoughts of his beauty rushed back. Jonah glowed with an inner light she felt certain he didn’t know he possessed.
He lined himself up outside her core and pushed inside her. Her muscles clenched around him. She tried to breathe through the new sensations. Jonah was big and his cock was no exception.
Mindy closed her eyes. The swollen flesh of her pussy clenched against him. Yes, she wanted this. For six months she’d waited for Jonah to want her and now that she had him between her legs she learned that her imagination hadn’t done him justice.
In and out of her he moved. Slowly at first and then increasing his speed but still not fast enough for her. She wanted him to push in and out of her, to rub against her clit, until he did something about the ache inside her that craved to be relieved.
“Jonah. Please.” She needed him to go faster. “I want it hard, fast.”
“Ah, but slow torture will give us both something to look forward to.” How could he sound so calm when she wanted to break apart beneath him?
Then she saw his neck muscles tighten. Jonah wasn’t as in control as he pretended. Maybe there was something she could do to show him that he could let go, that he could trust her.
Mindy raised her hips, catching him mid-stroke. She squeezed him between her legs and he gasped. “Mindy. Shit. If you do that I won’t be able to hold on.”
“Who said I want you to?” She moved again and he shuddered. “I want you, Jonah. I want all of you. I don’t want you controlled. I want you lost to me.”
“Oh Mindy.” He gripped the headboard and it shook the bed. “I’ve always been.”
He pressed into her hard and then pulled out. His pace quickened until they moved together in a frenzy. Her pussy wept, wanting more from him, so much more. His breathing was fast and when she didn’t think she could take any more she came in a frenzied shout of his name.
She saw stars. And she held him against her, loving the feel of him above her. Her muscles throbbed around him, each twitch surging pleasure through her.
He laid gentle kisses on her face and murmured something but if it was English she couldn’t make it out. Her brain didn’t want to work and that was just fine by her. Who needed thought? She closed her eyes.
* * * * *
Mindy lay on her side watching Jonah breathe. He looked so peaceful in sleep and if she weren’t starving she would leave him alone to get some much-needed rest. His wound didn’t seem to have torn during their sexual encounter. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten his stitches when she launched at him like some kind of animal.
Maybe she could manage to sneak out into the kitchen without bothering him. After moving to the side, she swung her legs over the bed. He grabbed her, hauling her up against him again.
“Where are you going?” He opened his eyes and then smiled at her.
“To get some food. Do you want some?”
He yawned before stretching his arms over his head. “I’ll get it. You sit.”
“No.” She shook her head. “You’re injured.”
Mindy squirmed out of his embrace and after grabbing her discarded T-shirt she walked to the kitchen. When was the last time she’d felt like humming? It was such a rare occurrence that she gave in to the impulse and let a little tune out. Not that she knew what she hummed. Some strange tune she couldn’t get out of her head.
She’d done a few bars of the strange ditty when she realized it wasn’t a happy song. Sad, soulful. Tears sprung to her eyes and she forced herself to stop the song. Whatever it was.
Mindy muttered to herself as she pulled the bread out of the cupboard. “Sheesh, get laid for the first time in six months and you’re a smoosh-ball of pathetic emotions.”
“Let me do that.” Jonah came up behind her pulling her into his arms. “It’s not a toast kind of a meal. We need to eat protein so I can have at you again. I assume you have eggs.”
“I do.” She racked her brain to remember when she’d bought them. Were they old and disgusting? No. She’d gone to the store two days ago.
Mindy pulled out the eggs and pa
ssed them to Jonah. He kissed her on the cheek and then moved her out of his way. She shrieked when he set her back down on the floor. “What are you doing?”
“I know my way around a kitchen. I work in restaurants and basically if I wanted to eat from the time I was ten I cooked it myself.”
“Was ten when you went to live with Foy? He doesn’t feed you guys?”
“I didn’t live with Foy until I was twelve.” He picked up her pan. “This is what you cook with?” Jonah pulled the price tag off the bottom of her skillet. “Doesn’t get a lot of use, does it?”
“I don’t cook much.” She grinned. Or ever. Why was this so easy? Having Jonah in her apartment? Joking over the stove as if they’d done it a million times?
She opened up the orange juice. Pouring liquid into cups was something she could actually do. His words resonated in her mind. “So then why were you cooking for yourself at ten? Were you parents big on independence or something?”
Jonah looked over shoulder. “Do you like your eggs runny?”
A-ha. Mindy knew avoidance when she saw it. The question was whether she was going to let him get away with it. How invasive did she want to be with the hot guy she held way too many feelings for currently standing half-naked in her apartment?
* * * * *
Why the hell had he brought up his cooking for himself at ten years old? He could tell she wanted to ask him about it. She was too quiet. He didn’t know much about women but when they went quiet…it couldn’t be good.
“Do you like your eggs?” He pointed at her plate with his fork. “You haven’t said a word about them.”
“Love them actually.” She leaned forward and smiled, giving him a better view of her ample cleavage. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her breasts again.
“Just wanted to check. You didn’t say.”
“I’m sorry. That’s horribly rude of me.” He loved how she looked, just in a T-shirt, leaning in her chair as if she didn’t have a care in the world. “I guess I’m distracted.”
“Wondering about why I cooked for myself at ten years old, which I never would have said if I’d known you were going to make a big deal out of it.” He shrugged but his chest tightened when he uttered the words.
“Maybe you want me to know about it.” She took another bite of her omelet. The way her mouth moved around the fork should be a huge turn-on, would be if they were talking about anything other than what it looked like they were going to discuss. “As if you uttered those words because your subconscious thought hey, Mindy’s got a tough life. She’ll probably understand my own.”
Mindy held up her white hair for him to look at as if it explained everything.
He took a strand of it on his finger and loved how softness felt rolling around between his fingertips. “Are you planning on leaving it this glorious shade of snow white or are you going back to your original color? Whatever that was.”
She rolled her eyes. “Blonde and, yes, I suppose it will have to go back to its original shade at some point. Probably before Dodie and Christian’s wedding. She doesn’t need a spectacle walking down the aisle.”
“I can’t see Dodie caring one way or another. You’re the closest thing she has to family. Who is going to be at the wedding who is going to care what color your hair is?”
Mindy smiled. “Well…we’ll see. Now, I’ve answered your invasive, distracting question. So answer mine. Why did you cook for yourself at age ten?”
“I could do a better job of distracting you.” He stood up and walked behind her then he leaned down to kiss her neck. She tasted sweet on his tongue and he licked her until she shivered.
Mindy closed her eyes. “This is more than fine with me. If this is the kind of relationship you want to have.”
Damn it. He’d missed a gene or something when it came to understanding women. “What?”
“I’m happy to continue with the licking, kissing and getting naked again. Believe me. I am.” She turned around and then cupped his cock. Immediately he was erect for her. “I can’t wait until you are snug, deep inside me again.”
“But?” Could he think when she did this to him? Not really. Jonah groaned.
“Then this is the relationship we’re having. Just sex. No sharing. No knowing each other’s deepest darkest secrets. I’m good with that. If that’s what you want.”
That was what he wanted…wasn’t it? He leaned down and kissed her. It was sweet but…
Jonah pulled back. “My parents were never around much when I was a child and when I was ten years old they disappeared altogether. Nannies took care of me. No one would tell me where they’d gone, just that they were vacationing or they were away. The weird thing…”
It was difficult for him to discuss this. He never did or at least not since the initial days with Foy when all the boys shared their brief but unhappy life stories with each other. Then one day Foy told they were reborn. The blood-oathed, with a new purpose, and it helped him put an end to what happened next.
Mindy stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist. “My parents died when I was a teenager. I know how painful it is.”
“They didn’t die.” He shrugged. “Someone came to the house one day and said I needed to leave. They’d relinquished their rights to me. I was going into a foster home. I really had no idea why. No one would tell me. Then a few years later Foy came. I looked for them a while back. They’re still married. Still together. They just didn’t want me.”
Mindy opened and closed her mouth. “I have no idea what to say to that. Did they have something happen? Something you didn’t know about? Have you ever asked them?”
“Whatever it was…they weren’t the best parents before they vanished and got rid of me. I hardly saw them. Mom was always dressed up and going somewhere. Dad worked all the time. It was like having a kid was an inconvenience but I didn’t get that back then.” He shrugged. Who cared about any of this shit anymore? Certainly, not him. “Are you happy now?” He stepped away from her. “Have I shared enough for my daily quota?”
Jonah pushed back. He didn’t want her hands on him. In fact, the whole afternoon had gotten fucked up.
“Listen…” Her eyes were huge.
“I’ve got to go.” He turned and headed to her bedroom. Sex was the last thing on his mind now. What he needed was training and quiet. Time to settle his mind, to work out whatever it was that prompted him to share parts of his life best left dead. He had to be out his goddamn mind. Jonah rubbed at his forehead. Shit.
He grabbed his shoes and headed toward the door. Air. He wanted…
“So this is what a panic attack looks like on you.”
Her words stopped him. Jonah turned to look at her. She leaned against the wall watching him grab his stuff.
“What did you say to me?”
“I said, this is what you look like when you go into a panic. A ghost, a poltergeist, injuries, hell, a demonic clown don’t throw you off your game but one talk about mommy and daddy sends you into a tailspin.”
He clenched and unclenched his hand. Jonah wanted to pound something. Not Mindy. Maybe the wall or something. Still, he’d learned to control himself when he was very young. He wouldn’t lose it now.
“I’m not having an anxiety issue. I don’t have them.”
“Uh-huh.” Mindy sauntered toward him. She tugged her shirt over her head and threw it down on the ground. “You don’t get to leave until I tell you that I’m done with you.”
“You have to be kidding.” He exhaled, his shoulders falling a bit.
Mindy grinned. “I’m still unsatisfied.”
He reached out and stroked her breasts. “Is that so?”
“Yes. So you can storm out of here angry with me in a few hours. For now, I want you to take me back in that room and fuck me until I can’t stand up to stop you from having a panic attack. Got it?”
He laughed. “Sex would be a really good cure for some of this tension, I guess.”
“Yeah. That too.”
He picked her up in his arms. “I think you said I should carry you to your room? Was that it?”
“Those were the instructions I gave you.” The dimple in her left cheek popped out when she grinned. He poked at it.
“Well, let’s say I’m amenable to giving you what you want, for right now. And getting from you what I want in return too.”
“Which is what?”
He walked into the bedroom. How far could he push her? “I want your mouth on my cock.”
Had he shocked her? He’d never spoken to a woman that way before. So coarse, so completely uncultured. Maybe he should take it back. Jonah had never demanded a blowjob in his life.
Mindy licked her lips. “Put me down, tough guy. And I’ll show you what I can do.”
“You’re really a hell of a woman, Mindy.”
He set her down on the bed. “I know.” She tugged at his pants. “Take them off. I can’t get you in my mouth if you’re dressed. Just one of those technicalities I guess.”
Jonah dropped his pants and stepped out of them. His cock stood erect, aching. Just the thought of her lips surrounding the tip of him made him shake with anticipation.
Mindy eyed his penis. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
He could get used to this woman giving him orders.
Chapter Six
Mindy sat on her knees in front of Jonah. Anticipation drummed through her veins and her mouth watered. His cock was large, wide and heavily veined. At that moment, it pointed right in her direction.
She brushed his penis with her hand and he shuddered.
“So responsive, Jonah, and I’ve barely touched you yet.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I would guess any guy lucky enough to be stroked by you is going to get excited. Fast.”
Bending over, she licked him anywhere she could reach and bit down lightly on the inside of his thigh. The dark hair on his legs tickled her nose and added to the uniqueness of the moment. She’d never noticed a man’s leg hair before and yet she knew she’d never again forget what Jonah’s looked like.