Page 13 of His to Claim (The Rowdy Johnson Brothers)
“You and my whole family. I also don’t own the place.” I shrug my shoulders, leaving it open to interpretation. JW places my purse and his duffle bag on the couch then walks to the kitchen. He makes himself at home, pulling the contents out of each bag. One in particular looks a lot like one of Mrs. Johnson’s reusable canvas-type style with a bunch of farm animals on it. The others are plastic like you’d get at a grocery store.
“Still, can you at least arm it to deter someone?” He looks up from taking out a plethora of vegetables, a large loaf of bread, a few condiments, and lastly meat wrapped in butcher paper.
“Nope, the keypad only lights up; it doesn’t do anything else. Dad looked at it, and my landlord looked at it, too. The tenants before me did the addition. Therefore, said landlord, who is a really nice lady, said it’d be out of my pocket. Dad offered money. I told him no. He looked at it and said it was above his paygrade.” JW in mykitchen, taking care of me in the form of dinner, I would have never thought this would happen. He’s in his signature white cotton shirt, worn-in jeans, and boots. His hat might not be on his head, but it left him with a little bit of hat head. Still, it doesn’t deter him from looking deliciously hot right now.
“I’ll take a look at it after dinner. In the meantime, I’ll stay here or you can come out to the ranch.” I don’t say anything at first. His eyes meet mine, arms flexing as he works methodically. You’d think he’d been here a million times with how he finds everything to put together dinner. “I’d prefer you stay at my place, but I know your shop is closer to yours. Figure we’ll exchange keys, and you can keep me apprised on where you’re laying your head at night.”
JW has the ability to knock me out of orbit. I rock back on my heels, stopping me in my tracks to where I want to be. As humanly close to him as possible, the only thing blocking my path is me and the peninsula counter. “Joseph,” I breathe out his name, his real name, not what others call him, but what I call him.
“Damn, love when you say my name. Like it a fuck of a lot more when you’re moaning it.” My knees weaken with his admission, and I’m spurred to move my feet faster.
“I have a spare key in the kitchen drawer, and are you sure?”
His hand wraps around my waist, and hewedges me between his big body and the kitchen counter, almost like he’s scared I’m going to escape his hold.
“Told you this mornin,’ baby girl. I’m going to be wherever you are. I’d prefer my place, but I’m not going to uproot you with all this bullshit going on right now. I’m all in. Might have taken me a minute worrying about how you’d take me being me. I’d have shielded you from it, bit it back down, and been okay. Last night, we clearly got a good understanding of one another. So, yeah, I’m sure, Maeve.” His hands move to each side of my body, bracing them on the counter, dipping his body down in order to be at eye level. He’s making sure his words are sinking in, which they absolutely are.
“Then I don’t care where we sleep, my place or yours. My hours have changed. I won't get there while it’s still dark out, not yet at least. Tomorrow, I’ll pack a bag and head to the ranch after I close Whisked Away.” I’ve yet to tell him that his mom and Case made an appearance. We made batch after batch. Case has entered his toddler age, and it brought back a slew of memories when Ryan was that age. The only difference is it’s taking him a bit of time to get the hang of things, Catherine looked at me when I noticed, she shrugged her shoulders, but I saw the worry on her face. I gave her hand a quick squeeze then we were back to baking cookies. I didn’t have Whisked Away then, yet I still made sure webaked something together every chance we got. Now she’s older, and it’s not as much fun unless she sees it happening on an app and it’s a trend. Either way, I’ll make time if she’ll give me the time of day. When Mrs. Johnson and Case left, I had a full heart, a great day, and they had box after box of cookies to share with the family at the ranch.
“Good, that’s settled.” JW kisses my forehead, moves away from me, and heads for the fridge.
“Do you want any help with dinner?” I ask. His back is facing me as he pulls a beer out of the fridge, courtesy of Maddie’s choice. He takes the cap off, brings it to his mouth, and takes a long sip. His throat bops. Add that to the top of the ‘JW’s sexy in all ways’ list. It’s when he pulls out the ingredients for my Aperol Spritz that I’m thrown for another loop. The only time I’ve had one anywhere remotely near him was the time at the steakhouse. It seems Joseph William Johnson might have taken notice of me a lot more than I previously thought.
“Sure, you chop, I’ll cook.” He looks at the ingredients he’s pulled out and then at me. “Not sure how this thing is made, so you’re on your own,” JW says with a look of confusion.
“I’ve got it. I’ll make a drink then get to chopping, and tomorrow night, I’m cooking.” I move to where he’s placed everything on the counter for my drink. JW grazes my lower back and thengoes to where he’s got our dinner ready to start. I’m about to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. The two of us cooking together, sleeping together, this is an awful lot like living together. Yep, I definitely need to pinch myself or ask if this is a dream. Except I won’t because if this isn’t reality, I don’t want to wake up.
FIFTEEN
JW
“Drop the towel, baby girl.” After we cooked, ate, and cleaned up the kitchen, it was time for a shower. I’d gotten a view of the massive clawfoot tub, thought about taking a bath with Mae, but I knew I’d take her right then and there. The shower alone was a testament of my patience. I washed every inch of her sweet-as-sin body. I didn’t fuck with a washcloth or whatever else she had hanging on a hook. Maeve wet and slicked with soap had me on my knees in no time, refraining from wrapping my mouth around her clit. The only reason I didn’t is because of the remembrance of Mae fucking herself on her bed, completely spread out. I want her spread out, feet flat on the mattress giving me enough room to work her cunt while I slowly stretch her with my fingers and mouth.
“Joseph.” I don’t correct her. This shit is stillnew, and I told her to take her time until she was ready for our dynamic to continue. Mae’s towel is a heap on the ground. Fair skin, dark damp hair hanging loosely down her back, face void of makeup like usual, and goddamn, her body. Full ripe tits, narrow waist, hips that flare out with more than enough curves for me to hold on to soon enough.
“Bed, on your back, feet to the mattress and legs spread. I’m a patient man, baby girl. Not sure how much more I got in me after my hands were on your body and you reciprocated the favor in the shower.”
“Just remember I get to return the favor later,” Maeve says with hunger written all over her face. She somehow feels the need to keep things even. Every orgasm she receives from me, she wants me to have the same amount.
“I won’t forget.” My eyes lock on her ass. Each step and sway of her hips has me biting my lower lip. Mae climbs up on the bed, one knee on the mattress, and I’m greeted with her wetness coating her thighs.
“Stay just like that.” I move toward her, my hands cupping her cheeks and spreading them open. Soon, I’m going to take her ass. Every part of her will be imprinted with a part of me. My hands, my mouth, and my cock.
“Oh god.” One foot is on the floor, and she spreads her legs further when I dip my head and lick her from clit to ass. My first tasteof Maeve directly from the source has me rethinking staying naked while I make her come with my mouth. She has no idea how into this she is, pressing her ass back into my face with each drag of my tongue along her drenched folds. As much as it pains me, the space I need to stretch her in order to take my cock means I’ve got to back away. I groan at the notion.
“Climb up, baby,” I tell her as my hands move down the backs of her thighs. She scrambles up the mattress, throws her back to it, and her thighs rub together to relieve the ache I’ve built up inside her. I give her a show while I wait for her to do what she was told. My hand grips my cock, fisting it while I slowly jack myself.
“JW, please.”
“Not my name when it’s you and me. It’s either Joseph or daddy, but never JW, not from you.” Her face softens. I take a step closer, ready to crawl between her sweet thighs and continue fucking her with my tongue.
“Daddy.” Goddamn, this woman undoes me. Never did I expect to have the privilege she just gave me so soon. Maeve is going to need to hold the fuck on because I’m not going to stop until she’s screaming my name.
“Spread for me.” The moment I see her pretty cunt, I’m instantly between her thighs. “Want your mouth first, then I’m going to work my way down the length of your body. Move with me, pull on my hair, do whatever the fuckyou need to do to get there.” I come down on my forearms, one on either side of her head, and my nose slides along hers.
“Okay.” Soft and sweet, so unbelievably Maeve, and all fucking mine. I dip my head, mouth touching hers, tongue sweeping along her lips before she opens for me. The minute I’ve got a taste of her, she kisses me back, tongue sliding with mine, hands diving into my hair, and lifting her hips to coat my lower stomach with her wetness. As much as I like her mouth, I’ve got her whole body to explore. My mouth slides along her chin, licking along her tender neck, nipping at it for a moment. I’m not leaving a mark for some other fucker to look at and think of doing the same.
“Please, oh god, please.” Mae digs her hands in the back of my head when I wrap my lips around her nipple. Each pull of my mouth has her moaning. A sound I’ll never get tired of, one that’ll be ingrained in my memory forever. I move from one to the other, leaving no stone unturned.