Page 36 of The Widow's Dom

Janessa chuckled. “Really, you doubted I’d let you leave without food?”

Shane chuckled. “Not in this lifetime.”

Nick loved watching the two bicker back and forth.

Nick captured what a family felt like when they sat down to dinner. Eating with the guys was different than having a meal with the woman you want and her son. It was a sensation he’d never experienced before, and he found he really enjoyed it.

They had finished, and all three helped to put most of the things away and clean. They sat back down with beers.

“Mom, I was telling Nick I need a name for my business.”

She smiled. “We’ll come up with something.”

They went through several ideas and planned to work on them more the next day.

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She was impatient but also anxious because she didn’t know if she’d please Nick. Besides, she’d not had any experience with such a big dominant man.

“You need to go, Shane. Nick and I are going to suck face.”

Shane’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, God, Mom. That’s disgusting.”

She laughed and then hugged him and watched him head outside. She heard the men outside talking while she finished putting things away. She screamed when Nick came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She hadn’t heard him come back in.

He laughed. “So, I hear we’re going to suck face.”

She giggled. “He wasn’t taking our subtle hints, so I had to lay it out for him.”

“I think you might have scarred him for life,” Nick said and grinned.

“He’ll just have to suck it up.”

Nick threw back his head and laughed. “I’ll lock up, and you’ll go toourroom, shower, and get in bed. I know it’s still early, but I’ll cry if I don’t get in you in the next thirty minutes.”

She laughed. “Okay.” She raced upstairs, shed her clothing, pinned her hair up, and washed off quickly. She was pulling on her robe when she heard him come up the steps.

He walked in and started pulling his shirt off. She paused in brushing her teeth to see his boots and jeans fall. She looked down and finished before walking into the bedroom.

She wanted to smack herself when she hurried away before seeing him in all his glory, acting like a scared virgin. She closed the window shades, pulled the comforter down, and had a low light on the nightstand, so the room was dim. She’d dreamed about it, but he seemed bigger and more masculine. Her husband had been a small man. He was only a few inches taller than her and had fewer muscles than she did because she did all the hard work around the place.

Janessa pulled out her lotion and started slathering it on her arms and legs. She was still doing it when he walked into the room with a bath towel around his lean waist. The white fabric made his skin look even darker.

She concentrated on finishing when she felt the bed behind her dip down with his weight.

Janessa continued to put lotion on even though she’d already done it trying to stall for time. She heard him sigh.

“Baby, come here. I know you’re nervous, so we’ll take it slow.”

“What if I disappoint you or can’t take you into my body?” she asked without turning to look at him.

His arm banded around her waist and pulled her into the middle of the bed, flat on her back, staring up at him. His hand felt hot on her stomach, and she noticed her robe had come undone, and she was nude. He grabbed her hand when she went to pull the blanket up.

“Baby, do you trust me?”

She stared up at him in surprise. “Yes. I trust you more than anyone.”

“Then let me take care of you.”

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