Fired From His Shed, I Married His Brother and Became His Landlord novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: The Iron Bed

Jesse takes his time with her in his grandmother's iron bed and tells her she is home, and a text from the Macon lawyer lights the phone on the pillow.

He set me down on the edge of an iron bed, under a quilt somebody's grandmother had stitched.

The springs creaked under us both.

One lamp was lit on the nightstand.

Jesse stood in front of me with his jeans still undone and his shirt dark with sweat, breathing hard.

"I want to see all of you," he said.

"I'll show you if you get that shirt off."

He pulled it over his head in one move and dropped it on the floor.

I had seen him sweat through that shirt on a loading dock all summer, and I had still not seen this.

He was broad through the chest, tanned to the neck and the elbows and pale everywhere else.

A line of dark blond hair ran down his stomach to the open waist of his jeans.

A long white scar curved over his ribs on the left side.

I put my hand on it.

"Tractor," he said. "I was nineteen."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not when you touch it."

I slid the dress down where it hung at my waist and let it fall.

Then I unhooked my bra and let that go too.

He did not say anything for a moment.

His eyes went over me slowly from my face to my feet and back up.

His hands opened and closed at his sides.

"You're beautiful," he said. "I'm going to tell you that every day for a very long time."

"I won't get tired of it."

"We'll see."

He went to his knees on the floor in front of me.

He put both hands on my thighs and eased them apart.

His thumbs stroked the soft skin on the inside, slow.

My tote bag sat on the chair by the door where he had set it down.

The paperback inside had slid halfway out, its spine cracked white from rereading.

Jesse glanced at it.

Then he looked at the ceiling for a long second, and his mouth moved in something that was not quite a smile.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing. I'm busy."

He hooked his fingers into my underwear and drew it down my legs, and I lifted my hips to help him.

He dropped it beside the bed.

Then he laid his hands on my knees and pushed them wide, and he looked at me.

"I'm going to put my mouth on you," he said. "I'm going to start slow."

"Jesse."

"I've been waiting for it since June, and I'm not going to waste one second."

"Jesse," I said again, and it came out as a plea.

"Lie back."

I lay back on the quilt.

His breath touched me first, warm against my inner thigh.

Then his mouth pressed a kiss right at the top of my leg, and another a little closer.

He kissed me again, closer, until I was shaking and my fingers were knotted in the quilt.

"Please," I said.

"Tell me what you want."

"Your mouth. On me. Now."

He gave me one long, flat lick from my entrance to my clit.

I cried out.

He did it again, slower.

This time he circled the tip of his tongue around the swollen nub.

He drew it into his lips and sucked, gently, then not so gently.

"Oh, God. Oh, God, Jesse."

"You taste sweet," he said against me. "I could live on this."

I laughed, helpless, and the laugh turned into a gasp.

He had slid two fingers inside me and curled them.

His tongue kept up a firm, steady rhythm on my clit.

I pushed my hips up into his mouth.

He took my thighs and hooked them over his shoulders and held me there, open, completely at his mercy.

"That's it," he said, low and rough. "Move on me. I want to feel you come on my tongue."

"I'm close."

"I know. I can feel it. You're clenching on my fingers. Let go, Susie. I've got you."

I came hard.

My back came off the bed and I clutched his hair and rode his mouth through it.

He did not stop until the last shudder had left me limp.

He kissed my inner thigh.

He rested his cheek there for a moment, breathing, and I felt his lashes brush my skin.

"Come up here," I whispered.

He climbed over me, still in his jeans.

I pushed them down his hips with my feet and my hands until he was bare and heavy against my stomach.

"Look at you," I said, and wrapped my fingers around him.

He closed his eyes and pushed into my fist, a slow, helpless roll of his hips.

"Susie. I want to be inside you."

"Then be inside me."

He settled between my thighs and braced his forearms beside my head.

He guided himself to my entrance.

He pushed in an inch at a time, filling me, and I held on to his shoulders and watched his face.

His gray eyes never left mine.

When he was all the way in, he stopped.

He kissed me, and kissed me again.

"I've got you," he said. "Tell me if you need anything."

"I need you to move."

"Yes, ma'am."

He moved.

His strokes were long and slow, almost all the way out and then back in deep.

Every time he bottomed out he held there and ground his hips against mine, so my clit rubbed against him.

"You feel so good. You're home, Susie. I didn't know a person could be this."

My eyes stung.

I turned my face into the pillow, and he stopped moving.

"Hey. Hey." He kissed my temple. "Talk to me."

"Nobody has said anything like that to me since my mother died," I said. "That's all. It's been two years."

He did not say he was sorry.

He did not say anything.

He turned my face back to his with one big hand.

He kissed the wet corner of my eye, and then the other, and began to move again, very slowly, with his forehead against mine.

"Then I'll say it again," he said. "You're home."

The bed creaked in a slow rhythm.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted to meet him.

The angle changed, and every thrust hit deeper.

"Jesse. Harder," I said.

"Say please."

"Please. Harder. Please."

He gave me what I asked for.

The iron headboard knocked against the wall.

He reached up and caught it with one hand to steady himself.

I watched the muscles in his arm stand out while he drove into me.

"That's it. Take it. You're so wet. I can hear it."

I could hear it too, and I didn't care.

He hooked my right knee over his elbow and folded me open under him.

The angle took him deeper than anything yet, and I cried out and dug my heels into his back.

"There," he said. "Is that the place?"

"That's the place. Don't you dare stop."

"I'm going to hit it every time. Count them for me."

I tried.

I got to six before my mind went blank, and he laughed, low and pleased, and kept going.

My whole body tightened toward another peak.

I was a breath away from it when I decided I wanted to see his face from above.

I rolled him.

He went over onto his back with a startled breath.

I came up astride him with my hair coming loose from its braid and put both hands flat on his chest.

"My turn," I said.

"Yes, ma'am."

I sank down on him in one slow glide.

His head went back on the pillow, and the tendons stood out in his neck.

I rode him in the lamplight, with his hands on my hips and then on my breasts and then on my hips again.

I watched his face change with every roll of mine.

"Look at me," I said.

He looked at me.

"Say it again."

"You're home." His voice cracked. "You're every good thing I ever wanted and never asked for."

I leaned down and kissed him, deep and wet, and I moved faster.

His hand slid between us and found my clit.

"Come with me," he said. "Come on my cock. I want to feel you."

I came with a long, shaking moan, clamped down hard around him.

I felt him go over with me, pulsing deep inside, his whole body arching up under mine.

I collapsed on his chest.

His arms came around me and held tight, one hand cradling the back of my head.

I lay there until my pulse slowed, and I felt him stir against my thigh.

"Already?" I said.

"It's your fault," Jesse said. "You said my name the way you did."

I lifted my head and grinned at him.

"Then get up," I said. "Stand at the edge of the bed."

He stood.

He was fully hard again and not the least bit ashamed of it.

I scooted to the edge of the mattress and lay back with my hips right at the iron rail.

I put my heels on his chest and then on his shoulders.

"Like this?" he said.

"Like this."

He wrapped both arms around my thighs, pulled me against him and pushed in, slow, standing on the bare floor.

The angle was new, tight and steep.

I cried out and grabbed handfuls of quilt.

"Your legs are on my shoulders," he said. "Your whole body is open to me. I can see everything."

"Look, then."

"I am looking. I'm looking at where I go into you."

His voice was thick with wonder.

I put my hand between my legs and touched myself where we were joined.

He made a sound I will keep for the rest of my life.

"Do that," he said. "Do that while I fuck you."

He drove into me with a steady pounding rhythm, and the bed frame rang against the wall.

I came fast and hard, with my heels digging into his back and a shout that I did not try to hold.

He kept going through it.

He bent over me, folding me nearly in half, and kissed me with his mouth open.

"One more," he said into my mouth. "One more, Susie. Give me one more."

"I can't."

"You can. I know your body now."

He found my clit with his thumb, and I came.

It was a long, slow, aching one that made my eyes sting again.

He followed me into it with my name rough in his throat.

Then he gathered me up and lay down with me in the middle of the bed, and neither of us spoke.

We lay there breathing, with the lamp burning and the old bed settling under us.

Sometime later he pulled the quilt over us and turned out the light.

His breathing slowed.

I thought he had fallen asleep.

Then my phone lit up on the pillow beside my head.

The text was from the lawyer in Macon.

"Miss Sutton, the Florida buyer wants your answer on the Pettigrew sale by November 30. Please call me Monday."

I did not move.

The room was dark, but I felt him wake against my back.

"Somebody wants you," Jesse said.

I turned the phone face down on the quilt.

"Nobody important."

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