Page 51 of Jonas (Silver Team #4)

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

I was in love.

Not just with Jonas but with his house and the land surrounding it. Not to mention the view of Piney Creek was amazing, too.

The last twenty-four hours had been glorious.

No bad guys. No work talk. Just lazing around on Jonas’s huge leather sectional, talking, watching awesome action flicks, stuffing our faces with junk food, taking walks, cooking together, and sex.

Lots of really great sex. But as phenomenal as the sex was, it still took second place to just relaxing and getting to know Jonas better.

No, not better—I already knew everything I needed to know about him to know he was The One.

I was getting to know a different side of him—the at-home, relaxed Jonas.

And I loved that side of him, too. He was still all that made him, him, but there was an added bonus of him being casual and more peaceful.

I’d noticed how his shoulders had sloped forward, like I’d actually witnessed in real time the tension leave his frame, when we’d turned down his gravel driveway.

But the real change was when he’d entered his home.

A heaviness I hadn’t noticed, because I’d only been around him in public, lifted as if he’d shed his armor at the front door and the weight of it was gone.

There was a sense of calm about him now that he was home.

He’d told me he was allergic to people, but I didn’t understand the fullness of that statement until I was alone with him in his refuge.

I was in love with that, too.

Jonas being free to be who he really was without needing his emotional shield. Not that I’d been on the receiving end of that buffer, but I still knew how exhausting it was to always be on alert.

Last night, we’d spent hours out on his back porch, or I should say, we’d spent hours cuddled together on the back portion of his three-sixty wraparound porch.

And we weren’t cuddled as much as I was curled up on his lap since he only had one Adirondack chair.

He’d mentioned buying another one and outdoor couches—there was more than enough space on the deck and a seating area would look badass—but I secretly hoped he didn’t, or if he did, it was a long time from now so I’d have more nights sitting in Jonas’s lap, with his long, strong arms around me, staring at the stars while we talked.

No deep or earth-shattering conversations were had, no mention of our childhoods, or trauma, or past hurts.

After the shitstorm we’d been through and what was surely to come, we needed an easy, light, peaceful evening, and that was exactly what Jonas had given us.

It was amazing!

The sound of the front door opening pulled me from my thoughts. I blinked away the cobwebs and the backyard came back into focus, as did the skillet I was washing before I started wool gathering.

I finished rinsing the skillet and was setting it in the drying rack when Jonas came up behind me, fitted his chest against my back, and placed one hand on my stomach to pull me close, while the other went to the edge of the countertop.

“Told you, I clean up when I got back inside.”

“You cooked lunch,” I told him something I knew he hadn’t forgotten, seeing as it was only twenty minutes ago. “And dinner last night, and you didn’t let me do the dishes.”

“Baby, I grilled steaks. It’s not hard to rinse two plates, some silverware and shove it all in the dishwasher.”

“You also made baked potatoes.”

I felt his big body start to shake. “Your point?”

I couldn’t remember if I had a point, especially when Jonas’s lips touched my neck.

“They were delicious,” I said, but it came out more of a question, now that Jonas had engaged his tongue and it was tracing a path up to my ear.

“Do you think you could be happy here?”

If by here he meant in his arms with his mouth on my neck—absolutely yes. If he meant here in his kitchen—another yes, absolutely.

But I didn’t want to get ahead of myself so, I asked, “Here?”

“Here, with me.”

Hell to the yes!

“Yes,” I breathed.

“I mean, living here with me.”

Another hell yes, only this one bigger.

“One hundred percent yes ,” I told him, but this time when I spoke I was practically panting because his hand on my belly was on the move and I liked the direction it was moving a whole lot.

His fingers pushed under the waistband of my shorts but went no farther.

“When we have time I want to go with you to Norfolk.”

“Okay,” I quickly agreed, and tipped my ass, making my preference known—that being, for him to continue moving his hand south.

Jonas nipped my neck, causing a ripple of excitement to wash over my entire body, but most notably my sex.

“Are you just going to stand there and tease me all day, or what?” I griped when his hand didn’t move.

His fingers were under my waistband, but his thumb was not, which meant it was free to stroke my belly, which it did.

“Can’t a man just enjoy the feel of his woman in his arms?” he asked against my neck.

“Sure, when his hand’s not down her pants giving her ideas.”

I felt his lips smile. It was a toss-up which I liked better—seeing or feeling his smile. Seeing won out by a fraction, only because it meant I also got to watch the way his eyes crinkled, and gaze at his handsome face as a whole.

“And what kind of ideas do you have bouncing around in that pretty head of yours?”

“The kind that includes my man showing gratitude I did the dishes by way of orgasm.”

That time when Jonas laughed, it was more than his body shaking, it was audible, and if that wasn’t awesome enough, he shoved his hand down my shorts.

His chest was still shuddering with humor when his middle finger hit my clit.

I jolted, then moaned. I knew the moment Jonas’s amusement fled when the next sound he made was a sexy vibration that came from the back of his throat—not a growl or a grunt but a sound that had my pussy clenching.

“You think you can come just like this, Dee Dee? Nothing but my finger toying with your clit.”

I totally could, but I didn’t want to.

“Yeah,” I panted.

His finger circled, keeping a maddening pace that was more of a tease than a rush to get me off.

It didn’t take long for my patience to wane.

“Jonas.” I meant to growl my warning, but I was pretty sure it came out breathy.

“Yeah, baby?”

He went no faster.

Proof he’d missed my warning.

“You’re a tease,” I accused.

“Am I?”

He added pressure but not speed.

“Totally,” I blew out and rocked back, rubbing my ass against his crotch.

This was a tactical error on my part. I could feel his hard cock and that turned me on more.

“Take your shorts off, Derrika.”

Okay, not an error.

Yippy!

I quickly did as he asked, but seeing as I was a forward thinker, I also pulled my undies down with my shorts.

“Reach around and pull me out.”

I did that, too, just a quickie, but in another forward-thinking moment, I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked.

Jonas’s hand came off the counter, went to the back of my neck. Putting gentle pressure on it, he ordered, “Bend forward. Hand on the windowsill.”

I glanced up at the window above the sink and reached for it.

“Good, Dee Dee, now put me where you want me.”

I did not delay doing that, either. I tipped my ass up and guided him between my legs. I felt the tip of his dick catch and moved my hand.

Jonas drilled inside.

I came up on my toes.

And together we groaned.

My entire body trembled as Jonas relentlessly, mercilessly fucked me at the kitchen sink after asking me to move in with him. When my orgasm hit, I was chanting his name with a few ‘Oh Gods’ thrown in there.

He tightened his hand on the back of my neck, pulled my torso upright, shoved his face into the side of my neck, and groaned his release. I knew his orgasm left him when he started slowly gliding in and out.

His voice was rough and raspy when he said, “Thank you, baby.”

Mine was dreamy and scratchy when I said, “Honey, if that’s the thank you I get for doing the dishes, consider me permanently signed up for KP duty.”

“Christ, I fucking love you,” he choked out but sobered quickly. “No, Derrika, thank you for moving in.”

“Jonas, you don’t?—”

“You’re giving up your life to move up here, Dee Dee. I need you to know I appreciate it.”

Was he crazy?

“You’ve got it backwards. I’m not giving up anything to move up here. I’m getting a life, I’m getting you, I’m getting everything I ever wanted.”

Jonas went completely still. He made that sexy rumble that was nothing more than a sound, then sexily mumbled his words. “Fuck, now I gotta fuck you again.”

“You do?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re crazy if you think you’re giving me something that sweet and I’m not giving you naked gratitude as payback.”

Jonas pulled out, spun me around, and swept me up into his arms.

“Six months,” he declared, apropos of nothing.

“Six months?”

He didn’t answer me until we were in his bedroom.

“If we need more space, we can add a second story or blow out the side of the house with the other two bedrooms.”

That was so out of left field I wasn’t tracking.

“What?”

“When we have kids,” he announced.

My belly fluttered and I was reminded that with all the unprotected sex we were having, those kids might start coming sooner rather than later.

“Six months?” I went back to his previous declaration.

“We’re giving it six months, then my diamond will be on your finger and I’ll have your gold on mine.”

My heart joined in on the action, but instead of fluttering, it started pounding.

“We are?”

He tossed me onto the bed, grabbed my ankle, pulled me to the edge, spread my legs, and before he dropped to his knees he confirmed, “We are.”

And then his mouth was on me.

But before he could get down to business, I reached out and fisted his hair.

When his eyes tipped up, I told him, “I love you.”

He lapped at my center before he pulled back and said, “I know you, Derrika. You were made to love me.”

With that, my man got down to business.

I didn’t need the words back.

Because I knew he was made to love me.