Page 73 of The Jellybean Dilemma

“Ready to keep going?” He moved his hips, and I moaned in response. “Do you mind if I’m on top now?”

I shook my head, not caring what happened next, just needing more. How is that possible? He chuckled, the vibrations rumbling through me, hitting my core. In one swift move, he turned us over, never removing himself from me. Holy shit, that’s hot. I stared as he hovered above me, drinking in his strong shoulders and sculpted chest.

“Are you going to come again for me, Jellybean?” he whispered huskily as he thrust into me, slow and deep.

I arched up to meet him, unable to answer. The tension gathering low in my stomach built higher with each plunge. I clung to him, our breaths mingling as we rocked together. His pace increased, stoking the fire burning inside me, matching the one blazing in his stormy gaze. His thumb stroked my cheekbone. I knew he saw me, everything inside me, and he loved every bit.

I ran my thumb along his jawline, pouring all my love into him as I stared back. I couldn’t look away. We were joined in every way, our breaths coming faster and faster as we neared that peak. Together, we tumbled over, shudders wracking our bodies before he collapsed on top of me, careful to not give me all of his weight.

“Rhonda, Jellybean, I love you.” We lay there, in post-orgasm haze, still connected, until our heartbeats fused together. Even our breathing matched.

When we did pull apart, I felt more whole than I’d ever been. And whenever I even glanced his way, I thought I’d burst from the wave of happiness that flooded me.

“What’s next?” Greg asked, the same happiness shining out of him.

“Shower, food. Next Lord of the Rings?”

He smiled. “Perfect. I’ll go find us some food then.”

I watched him walk away, then headed for the shower. Clean, satisfied for the moment and dressed once more, we scrounged for snacks then settled on the couch for the second Lord of the Rings. It was a long movie. And it was a long time to just sit still with our hands to ourselves.

How had I ever thought I didn’t enjoy sex?

The rest of the day was like that, we played board games, ate, eventually watched the last of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Each time we interrupted our activity to make love, I thought, this was it, this time would be enough. But it never was. Greg was mine, and sometimes all it took was a sideways glance for me to pounce on him. Or I grazed my knee against his, then found myself lying flat on my back.

We went to bed that night, together, wrapped tightly around each other. I was sore, tired and spent, but more content than I’d ever been.

“Good night, Jellybean. Love you.” Greg kissed my hair.

I snuggled tighter against his chest. “Night. Love you too, Just Greg.”

* * * *

It was mid-morning the next day when Greg sighed. We’d already had breakfast and made love twice. I handed him the last of the dishes I’d just finished drying, then hoisted myself onto the counter.

“What?”

He bent down to put away the pan, giving me a wonderful view of his ass. When he stood up, he let out a sigh. “Not that I wouldn’t love to stay here with you forever, because I would.” He leaned into me, pushing my legs apart and clasping his hands at the small of my back.

I kissed his forehead. “Me too. But the real world awaits, and I’m better now.” I searched him, concerned at the worry I saw lingering. “Although I was under the impression we were stranded here with no vehicle, no phone, no way of contacting help…?”

His lips tilted up ever so slightly. “That’s all true. But I do have a snowmobile, and you are in much better shape now than when we arrived.”

A snowmobile? It sounded so absurd, I couldn’t help a small giggle.

It was his turn to ask, “What?”

“Remember how I pitched a fit about driving your SUV up here?” A wave of guilt slammed into me. If I hadn’t been such a diva—

“Yes, I do, and stop that train of thought right there.” Greg’s hand came up to stroke my cheek. “You didn’t control the weather. You didn’t make Kevin send that awful photo. And you didn’t lose control of the car.”

I recognized the same guilt in his voice. “You’re not allowed to blame yourself either. Because of you, we’re here in one piece. I know what a good driver you are, Greg, and I know if there was any way to keep us on that road, you’d have done it.” With that out of the way, I frowned trying to remember what I’d been saying. “Anyway, my point was, considering the fit I threw about the SUV, imagine telling me a week ago that I’d be grateful to have a snowmobile at my disposal.”

Our laughter wasn’t much, just a few chuckles, but they lightened the mood.

“So, what’s the plan?” I listened intently as he started outlining his ideas.

It’d be a quick trip, and I had two options—stay here while he went alone which I immediately vetoed. Too many things could go wrong. What if he got stranded out there, and we were separated, with no one ever knowing where either of us was? Option two—I’d ride along to the nearest town, where he’d call around until he found a friend who could help us out. Then we’d hightail it home to Avery and complete our mission.

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