Page 27 of Timber Hollow

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Perfect

six days to full moon

T his morning, Jay wakes me with a cup of coffee, light streaming through the windows. When my eyes blink open at him, I don't know how to formulate words or even complete thoughts. He's wearing only sweatpants, slung low around his hips, the red hat on his head flipped backward.

The past few days have been relatively the same as before, but now we're really in a relationship. So he wakes me up in his bed with a coffee and forehead kisses. Previous mornings have resulted in me tugging him back into bed without much effort. I have half a mind to do that right now, with the way his pants are riding low on his hips. Begrudgingly, though I get up. Jay can make a mean cup of joe.

"Good morning, Gorgeous." He says, waiting for me to pull myself fully upright before handing the mug to me. After I came home from the bar last night Jay had carried me upstairs and fucked me silly. I’m sure I am a sweaty, raccoon-eyed mess. The thick stickiness around my eyes is all that remains of last night's mascara. The heel of my palm comes back blackened when I rub the sleep from my bleary eyes.

I have not seen the hide nor hair of Alex and Helena, they’d apparently left while we were in California. Instead of retreating to my room, Jay has taken us to his room every night. He has cool red sheets on his bed, and a thick grey comforter dangling off the edge haphazardly. He's got a set of bookshelves too, though considerably fewer books than in my collection. One singular spine sticks out like a sore thumb on the shelves. I’m very familiar with the title, and all the creases. It was one of my favorites that I gave him in tenth grade. It sits proudly on the shelf nearest to his bed.

There's a Polaroid of me sitting on that shelf too. I have yet to ask him how he got that particular photo.

I have to clear my throat before I manage to speak. "Good morning."

"How are you?" Jay asks, still standing next to the bed, a self-satisfied smile on his face as he lets me ogle him. There's sweat lingering on the planes of his chest, telling me he must have been up for a while, getting a morning workout in. I’ve learned that, apparently, that is a routine of all of the boys.

Morning workouts all around! Not.

"Barely awake," I reply, blowing steam off my coffee and taking a delicate sip.

"You need to get ready for work." He says eyes that are more green than blue today roaming over my form half covered by the sheet.

"So it would seem," I reply, glancing at the clock.

"Go get in the shower, I'll be right back." Jay orders, leaning down to press a quick kiss to my lips, leaving without another word.

What the fuck is up with him today? I do what he says though, because I do need to shower. I simply do not have the energy for an everything shower, so I skip washing my hair. I'll put it up for tonight. Afterward, I march down to my room and slip on a pair of black underwear, a matching bralette, and fishnet stockings.

My clothes have ended up strewn between my room and Jay's, and after going through what seems like my entire wardrobe for something to wear to work, I come up empty-handed. I end up going back into Jay’s room and stealing one of his large black t-shirts. Once it’s over my head, it’s almost long enough to act like a dress. This means, unless I want to show the entire bar my ass, I need the black spandex shorts that should be somewhere around here…

Jay reappears before I've found my shorts. He doesn't say anything, just leans against the doorframe. That self-satisfied smile is still on his face, making it impossible to resist tormenting him. Teasing Jay is one of my favorite pastimes.

"Stop staring at me," I order, smirking over my shoulder at him. "Aha!" I woop, finally uncovering my shorts.

As I step into the shorts, pulling them up over my hips and ass Jay groans "But you're so hot ." My pulse skips a beat at the desperate tone of his voice.

"So is the Sun. You wouldn't stare directly into it." I snark back, grabbing a pair of tall socks from my pile. Winter has yet to rear her ugly head, and I'm taking full advantage for as long as possible.

"If you were the Sun I would," Jay says darkly, jaw muscles flexing.

"Shut up, you would not." I huff a laugh, rolling my eyes.

"Would too."

"No, you wouldn't. Because then you'd go blind and then you'd never be able to look again." I sass, feeling smug. I've already done my makeup, so I'm basically ready for work, other than throwing shoes on my feet before I leave.

"So your beauty would be the last thing I see?" Jay replies, a lazy smile stretching his face. He looks so absolutely mouthwatering leaning against the doorway like that. He's replaced his sweats for a pair of jeans slung equally low on his hips, that backward baseball cap still on his head, no shirt in sight.

"For fucks sake!" I groan, throwing my hands up. "Always have something to say, don't you?" I don't even bother trying to hide my smile.

"Even going blind I win that one, Baby Girl." Jay rumbles, giving me a look that makes me feel hungry.

"Your logic is questionable, but I'll give it to you," I answer, crossing the small space between us, palms smoothing over his bare shoulders. His thick arms fold around me easily, like he doesn't even have to think about the motion. Like holding on to me is second nature.

"Are you closing tonight?" Jay asks, staring down at me.

"Mhm," I hum, more than slightly distracted by the look in his eye, and the way his arms feel around my ribs.

"Is Ivy working with you?" Jay asks, eyes tracking my lips. One of his hands roams down my back, over the curve of my hip. His fingers slip through the openings of my stockings, following the line of my ass.

"Yeah, she still hasn't replaced Jill." My voice comes out breathier than it was a half second ago before his hands were touching my bare skin.

"How much time do you have?" He asks, glancing towards the alarm clock next to the bed, down my face, and then back to my lips all in a half second.

I grin. " Enough , Big Guy."

Jay moves. He spins me, walking me forward until I am pressed against the door frame. Shorts I'd just pulled over my hips hit the floor next. Jay kisses and bites down the side of my neck, suckling that spot beneath my ear that makes shivers erupt down my spine. I arch my back, pressing my ass into his groin. His fingers indent my hips, coaxing little moans from my mouth.

I gasp when he rips my stockings, making an opening.

The door opens downstairs, the top of Saint's head visible as he moves from the living room to the kitchen, and back through the rungs on the railing. When Jay pulls my underwear to the side, fingers deftly swirling over my clit, he hums in delight. I’m loving every second of his.

I moan, louder this time, grinding back against him. The buckle of Jay's belt rattles, fabric rustles as he frees his cock from his pants. He drags his fingers back through my folds, a sound of appreciation coming from him when he discovers just how wet I am.

"Fuck, you’re so good, Artemis. So good." He murmurs before he’s lining up his cock to my entrance, roughly sliding home.

"Please-" I gasp, desperate for him to start moving. Jay gives me what I want, sliding his cock in and out agonizingly slow at first. When my breath turns ragged, he picks up speed, ripping his shirt over my shoulders, but my arms get caught.

Jay chuckles, and instead of freeing my arms, he wraps the t-shirt tighter around my wrists.

With my chest pressed against the doorframe, my arms pulled behind my head I can’t do anything other than take it.

And fuck, does it feel good.

"Fuck, you look so perfect like this. So good." Jay’s voice is hushed, sending shivers up my spine the closer I speed towards release.

"You feel so good, so big -" I moan, eyes fluttering shut.

When Jay’s free hand wraps around my throat, I know he’s going to make me see stars by the punishing pace he’s setting, pounding into me.

"Fuck, yeah, Just like that Baby Girl. Just like that." He moans, and then my phone rings. The annoying ringtone tells me it is Ethan. And if that’s not a surefire way to ruin an orgasm, I don’t know what is. "Do you need to get that?" Jay pants without slowing his pace.

"It’s Ethan, so no. But I don’t want to listen to the phone ringing either."

A dark laugh rumbles out of Jay, and to my surprise, he leans back to where my phone is lying on the bed. He presses the green button to accept the call and places it in the space between my shoulder and ear without a word.

"What do you want?" I growl into the phone, still pinned and impaled on Jay’s cock, who hasn’t stopped moving even with my phone against my ear.

"I want you to come home," Ethan orders, and Jay smacks my ass.

"What?" I gasp, half from shock and half because of what Jay is still doing behind me. Fucking me relentlessly.

"I want you to come home," Ethan repeats. "I miss you."

"You’ve got to be joking?" I screech, the end becoming a moan when Jay circles my clit with a deft finger.

"What are you doing?" Ethan’s voice turns sharp, suspicious. And that is when Jay decides to take the phone from me, mashing the button for the speakerphone.

"Do you hear that?" Jay says, smacking my ass again, making me cry out, thrusting his cock deep in me over and over. "That’s the sound of Artemis Hunt cumming all over my cock." Jay reaches around and circles my clit again, and it’s so hot– so demanding that I do exactly that. Orgasm blows through me, Jay’s name falling from my lips.

"Don’t ever call her again. Don’t ever think about her again. She’s not yours." Jay says into the phone, throwing it to the floor beside him.

"Such a good girl, Artemis. Can I have another?" Jay asks, slowly untangling my arms from the shirt.

I don’t leave for work for another twenty minutes, the remnants of Jay and I’s diversion slipping down my thighs as I walk to the Stingray.