Page 30 of Finding Alfred
“Sure, you do.”
Jackie shook his head. “Nah. Nate, Brock, of course, and by extension Eddy and Kit.” He kissed me softly. “And you.”
“The whole town loves you. And what about the guys who helped with the pool?”
He shrugged. “I think sometimes this place is like a huge extended family. We come through for each other, even if wedon’t like each other much the rest of the time. And there’s all the bickering and shit that goes with family.”
“Well, it isn’t all good but isn’t all bad. And I happen to love my new family.” I hugged him hard. “Now let’s get to that quicky.”
“How about blow jobs in the shower to speed things up?”
“Let’s go.” We pulled off our clothes as we went, and while Jackie dropped them wherever they fell, I followed behind and picked them up to dump them in the hamper. He started the water, and I pulled my hair out of the holder, letting it shake out around my shoulders.
“I love this.” He shoved his hands up into my hair, carding his fingers through the strands.
“And I love this.” I gripped his ass, which made him huff a laugh.
Then we were kissing, and I couldn’t touch enough of his skin. Arms, sides, back, didn’t matter. He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck and the other around my waist, and in a quick second, he had me pulled tight against his body. The warm water poured over us, steaming up the room.
There was no other man I would rather be with. My Jackie. My redheaded lover. Our gentle touching quickly turned heated. Until Jackie dropped to his knees. “Ow. Tile on knees, mother-fucker.” Then he sat on his ass and grabbed my hips, pulling me to him.
I had to spread my legs a little wider, making my thighs flex, but damned if that didn’t up the intensity even more. I dug into that thick red hair with both hands and held him still while I pumped into his mouth. He moaned loudly, loving it when we did this. Hell, we both loved everything we did together. Sex with him was erotic, and sensual, and sometimes downright dirty fucking. But it was also loving and kind. In the shower, with all the steam and my legs spread wide, and Jackie’s red lips full, it was everything.
And I came like my life left my body and was slammed back again.
“Hey, Al...don’t fall.” He was up and holding me, keeping me safe and secure. That was what I’d wanted all along but was too afraid I’d never get from him.
“I’m good.” I cupped his face.
There was nothing delicate about him, but he was beautiful and cherished all the same. “Your turn.” I wanted him to feel as good as he’d made me and more.
“You don’t have to. I mean, we always have later, right?”
He proved to me that he wasn’t with me only for the sex every day. But damn, it was always so good. “We can. We will. But you’re getting your turn now.” I sat on the floor the way he had, but it was a better angle since his legs were shorter. He still had to spread them, only not as wide as I had. Too bad for him, because it had been phenomenal.
Licking the water off his leg, I mouthed over his groin and rubbed his cock. That thing needed to be in my mouth fast. I sucked him in with a hum that was rewarded with a moan. My slurping noises faded behind the running water, but everything about this sounded exactly right.
His cock hit the back of my throat, nearly gagging me, but he pulled out fast. I tugged his sack, knowing he loved it. “Fuck me, Al...” He made unintelligible sounds as I sucked him and grabbed him around the waist to control his thrusts. That was what he needed. I’d found he liked to be held down a little, controlled in bed. It was completely opposite of his normal persona, but maybe that was why. In life, he was go-go-go, but in bed? Not so much. He was leisurely, wanting to savor every second, which actually made us perfect for each other.
And then he came down my throat, and I swallowed all of him, wanting every drop he gave me.
“Fuck...that was...” Jackie leaned back against the tiled wall.
“Fast.”
“But good. Come here.” I stood and moved closer, letting him kiss me. “Let me wash your hair.”
“Okay.”
He turned me to wet my long strands—getting longer by the day. As he lathered me up, he hummed a little.
“This feels nice.” There was nothing like someone else washing your hair.
“Good.” He held me back to rinse. “This is kind of an awkward time, but I love you so much, Al. I want you to know that. Always.”
I swear his words made my heart do that bump and grind thing against my ribcage. Maybe it was like the Grinch figuring out Christmas. I don’t know but I was full of love for him. Why had I held back for so long when I could have had this sooner? No use worrying over it. “I love you, too.” There was nothing else to say.
We walked into the brand-new store, the smell of vanilla lingering in the air. This was nice. A perfect addition to our small town. A handsome man with a day’s growth of beard and a super-friendly smile was busy behind the counter. That must be this McClain guy, since he was the only one around who seemed to be working. And when did I start thinking of Foggy Basin asourtown? Probably sometime after I moved in with Jackie.
