Daye, Rainey - An Unconventional Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (35 page)

Maggie took his hand and led him out the back door, across the backyard, behind the huge old oak tree at the fence line, and pressed him against it, kissing him hungrily. Jess growled deep in his throat as he pawed at her, trying to touch her everywhere at once.

“God, I’ve missed you, baby,” he grated against her throat as he worked his hand under her tank top to cup her breast in his hand.

“Tell me you have a condom on you,” Maggie gasped out as she tore at the belt on his pants.

Jess pulled back, wild-eyed. “Are you serious? You want to make love right here and now?”

“Serious as a heart attack,” she said as she yanked open his belt and undid his pants.

“But your folks are right in the house.”

“And it’s dark out here, no one can see us behind this tree, and if I don’t feel your cock inside me within the next minute, I am going to scream in frustration.”

“All right, then. Sex with no foreplay, coming right up,” Jess quipped huskily as he set about obliging her demands.

When her mother called out “dinner” from the back door about an hour later, both Jess and Maggie had managed to take the edge off and had their clothes back in place. They carefully finger combed their hair and went inside to enjoy her mother’s delicious pot roast, both of them eating seconds.

“This is delicious,” Jess told her sincerely, and her mother relaxed, having earlier admitted to Maggie that she had been afraid that the son of a professional chef would find fault with her cooking or offer unwanted advice.

The meal passed genially, and her parents observed the easy rapport between her and Jess. They raised their brows, though, when they observed Jess clear some dishes off the table and run water over them before her mother stopped him, saying, “No, I’ve got it. You’re a guest. Go into the living room with Bill and watch TV or something.”

Jess stopped and looked down as he realized that he had gathered up some more dishes to take to the sink, and offered her a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that, Mrs. Conner. Force of habit. Your daughter has trained us well.”

“What do you mean?” her dad asked.

Maggie burst into laughter as she said, “One cooks, one clears, and I do the dishes at home. They know I don’t like food to harden on the plates, so whoever clears rinses them as they put them in the sink for me.”

Her parents regarded them thoughtfully as they heard about their routine, and then her dad stood up from the table and asked Jess if he drank beer before grabbing two bottles from the fridge, and the two men went into the living room, leaving Maggie and her mom to clean up.

Maggie saw her dad sat down in his recliner and pick up the remote while Jess took a seat on the couch, sipping his beer. She grinned as he watched her dad channel surf and then said, “Whoa, go back a channel, will you?” And when her dad did so,
Paint Your Wagon
was on the screen.

“Good movie,” Jess said. “Do you mind if we watch it?”

“You like
Paint Your Wagon
?” her dad asked a bit incredulously.

“Maggie introduced it to Alex and me during one of our movie nights a couple of months ago. It was really good.”

“Okay,” her dad said with a shrug and set down the remote before he leaned back in his recliner to sip his beer and watch the movie.

Fifteen minutes later the women joined them, her mom taking a seat in her own armchair and Maggie sitting next to Jess on the couch.

“
Paint Your Wagon
?” her mom asked, having not overheard the men’s conversation since she had been standing at the sink at that time.

“Yeah, great movie,” Jess said and grinned down at Maggie, who grinned back at him. The four of them proceeded to watch the rest of the movie together, Jess’s arm draped over the couch behind Maggie, a picture of domestic bliss. Her parents were obviously thrilled that she had such a good friend in him.

When the movie was over, her dad turned on the evening news, and Jess said it had been a long day so he was going to turn in. Bidding his hosts a good night, he turned to Maggie and asked if she could show him to his room, since he had only been up there briefly dropping off his luggage and had brought her something.

Kissing her parents on their cheeks, Maggie wished them a good night and led Jess up the stairs and to her brother’s old room. Jess closed the door behind them and pulled her into his arms again.

She finally broke from their kiss, breathless. “Jess, we can’t do this here. My parents might catch us.”

“I know,” he said. “But I can’t help myself. How long before they go to bed?”

“Usually right after the news is over.”

“Do they check in on you before retiring?”

“Mom usually taps on my door to wish me good night.”

“Are they sound sleepers?”

“Jess!” she hissed, exasperated.

“Well, are they?”

“Dad had a couple of beers tonight. He’ll be up several times during the night to use the bathroom. And before you ask, they do not have a master bath. There’s only the one up here.”

“Damn,” Jess breathed. Then he brightened. “How about sneaking out to the backyard again? We can make love under the stars.”

“Jess!”

“I know, I know,” he sighed.

“Both my folks will be at work tomorrow, though,” she said suggestively.

“What time do they leave?”

“They’re usually out the door by eight o’clock.”

“Then I expect you to be in here by 8:05.”

“It’s a date,” Maggie breathed before she kissed him again and slipped out the door to climb into her cold, lonely bed after setting her alarm clock.

* * * *

Jess stayed for a week. Every morning Maggie climbed into bed with him as soon as her parents had left for the day, and they made love until noon. She then took him sightseeing in the afternoons. They were greeted often that first day, and Maggie spent a lot of time making introductions. Thankfully, the town she came from truly was small, so it only took her a day to show him all the sights the town had to offer. After that, they took Jess’s rental car and explored the outlying areas on the pretext that Maggie was showing him her old haunts when in fact they were simply trying to find a secluded spot to indulge themselves in.

Maggie introduced him to her town’s version of Lover’s Lane, and they made love in the backseat of the rental. And then on the hood of the rental. And then on a blanket that Jess had filched from the house and thrown on the ground next to the rental.

He told her that Alex and he really had resorted to drawing straws to determine who would get to visit her first. “Why didn’t you both come together?” she asked.

“Because we both wanted alone time with you. And we were afraid that, even though you said your parents were cool with thinking that we’re gay lovers, the thought of sharing a bed together under their roof while they thought we were having sex was a definite mood killer. I mean, really. They would probably feel obligated to tell us that it was okay to ‘indulge’ ourselves while we were staying with them. And then they would probably be tiptoeing down the hall and pressing their ears against the door to see if they could hear us. Besides, we didn’t want to spend our time here fighting over who got alone time with you. After all, your parents would probably think it odd if you took one of us out ‘sightseeing’ for the day and the other stayed behind.”

“So not to detract from our time together, but when can I expect a visit from Alex, then?”

“Like me, he wants to surprise you. But also like me, he misses you so much that I doubt he’ll be able to hold out for long before he shows up on your doorstep, also.”

The second-to-last day of Jess’s visit, Maggie took him to the lake with a picnic lunch. They rented a rowboat, and Jess took them out onto the lake. She directed him to row them around the bend in the lake and then to a sandy beach farther down along the shore. Jess beached the boat and took her hand in his as they walked along an overgrown path until they were out of sight of the lake and emerged in a small clearing.

“My girlfriends and I used to sneak out here all the time when we were in high school. We would each bring whatever type of alcohol we could score from home and gather here to get shit faced. Stupid, I know. Getting drunk on a lake. We were lucky none of us tipped over the rowboat and drowned.”

“I have a hard time seeing you as a ‘bad girl,’” Jess said as he spread the blanket on the ground.

“Yeah, well, when you grow up in a small town and everyone knows each other’s business, well, sometimes you feel the need to rebel. But you also want to rebel in a way that won’t lead you to getting caught. So we learned how to be sneaky early on.”

“And were you the sneakiest of the bunch?” Jess teased.

“Not by a long shot.” Maggie sighed. “My mom had suffered more than enough from Aunt Tanya’s scandal, and I didn’t want to add to that, so I pretty much kept my nose clean. The underage drinking notwithstanding.”

“But since everyone else was doing it, you’d be caught in a group, so it wouldn’t be as scandalous, right?”

“Exactly.” Maggie beamed at him as she sat down on the blanket and slipped off her shoes. “Now, do you want to eat first or have sex first?”

“Why can’t I do both?” Jess asked with a lascivious smile as he settled down next to her, removing his own shoes and socks before he pulled her into his arms.

Maggie went into his arms quite willingly. Jess slowly lowered her until she was reclining on the blanket while he lay on his side. He trailed his hand from her knee up her thigh, slowly pushing up the material of her white peasant skirt trimmed with eyelet lace with one hand as he loomed over her, braced on his other arm as he kissed her slowly with deep, drugging kisses. His hand reached her thigh and higher, until he was softly stroking her bared midriff. His hand then continued upward along the center of her body, along her throat, and then stroked her cheek, never breaking their kiss.

Maggie reached up and cupped his face in her hands as her tongue languidly twined with his. She felt his hand reverse course, this time lightly pulling free the bow on her matching white off-the-shoulder peasant blouse and then tugging at the laces that crisscrossed along the length of it. His hand slowly peeled back one side of her blouse before he raised his head and looked deeply into her eyes for a long moment, and then he sat up further and allowed his gaze to travel the length of her body. It lingered on her one partially exposed breast before continuing down to her flat stomach and along the expanse of one completely exposed thigh, which was angled slightly from her body, as if still seeking the touch of his hand upon her flesh. His eyes then slowly moved back up her body again, taking in a glimpse of her white silk-and-lace panties before continuing up and up, until he was staring deep into her eyes again. He reached out then and slowly brushed an errant strand of hair off her face before breathing, “Christ, you are so fucking sexy, Maggie.”

Maggie slowly poked out her tongue and leisurely licked her lips before whispering “Make love to me, Jesse.”

With a groan, he dropped his head back to hers for another deep kiss while his hand pushed down her sleeve before continuing to further unwrap her breasts. He then feathered kisses along her neck and throat until he reached the sensitive hollow, where he reversed course once again with a long, wicked lick of his tongue back up to where he could reclaim her lips once again.

Maggie reached out and began to unbutton his linen shirt while he barely brushed around her exposed breast with the tips of his fingers. She shivered each time his fingers passed over her puckered nipple and then leaned her head back away from his lips and arched her back in silent invitation. He nibbled his way down her throat this time and suckled along her collarbone before continuing to her breast. He pressed an openmouthed kiss to the upper swell of her breast as he reached over and brushed aside the material covering her other breast before he transferred his light strokes to it.