Quinten placed Seth’s drinks on the bar in front of him, took the required money, and nodded in thanks as Seth dropped several paper bills in the bartender’s tip jar. Sympathizing with him, Seth collected his drinks, determined to not waste any more time.
As he returned to the table, he noticed Jayne speaking quietly with her mother. Frieda nodded, gave her a hug, and then joined the group at Grace and Charity’s table. Jayne beamed at him as he placed her soda in front of her, and he could hear the hint of excitement in her voice as she said, “Guess who has her house all to herself tonight?”
The night was definitely shaping up. “You?”
“Yes. Grace invited Mom to come out to the ranch for a sleepover. Charity and Justin are spending the night and so are their kids, Justine and Beau, so Mom is running by the house to pack a bag and then spend some time with all of them. She said she won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon or possibly early evening.” Jayne looked up at him, and the eager excitement in her eyes morphed into hope and invitation. “Will you spend the night with me?”
Seth’s answer was his kiss.
* * * *
On the way to her house, Jayne gazed up at Seth in the dim interior of the truck cab. Lightning flashed, illuminating his chiseled features. The evening thunderstorms that week had been fairly mild, but this storm had seemed to be building in intensity all evening. Recalling her conversation with her mom on the night she’d arrived, Jayne spoke.
“I want to ask you about something.”
“Sure.”
“Why haven’t you charged me for any of my tattoo sessions? I feel bad for not remembering to ask about it. Do I pay you one lump sum at the end after it’s finished?”
Seth shook his head minutely. “I decided not to charge you. It’s my responsibility to collect payment from you at the beginning of the session, but I changed my mind.”
The wind blustered against the truck, carrying the rain in sideways sheets that looked like they’d sting, as Seth drove down Main Street.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to take payment for it.”
“Why?”
“It’s special.” He turned his piercing gaze on her and murmured, “You’re special. Taking payment for it seemed wrong. When it’s done, I think it’ll be my favorite tattoo.”
Jayne knew he had to have done hundreds, if not thousands, of tattoos. “Really?”
Seth nodded and gathered her close with one arm and kissed the top of her head. “When I sketched the design, I thought there was no way you’d want something that big, since you’d never had a tattoo before. I thought you’d only want a little flower or heart, or something like that.”
Jayne chuckled. “You know better now, don’t you?”
“You have a high pain tolerance.” He seemed lost in his thoughts, and her mind briefly went back to the point in her life where she’d learned patience and had developed that high tolerance for discomfort. She shook her head minutely, evidently drawing his attention as he pulled the truck into the driveway. “You okay?”
She nodded as butterflies took flight in her stomach. He pulled close to the garage, switched off the ignition, and leaned forward to look out at the storm, which had gained intensity. “Want to wait a few minutes and see if we get a break before we run for the door?”
“Sure.” The butterflies in her stomach went “Blue Angels” on her, and she froze, not sure what to do next. Luckily, Seth provided her with the answer as he pulled her bodily into his lap.
“Let me distract you from all those anxious thoughts I see flitting across your pretty face.”
She liked this take-charge side of him and went willingly to him. “I’m not anxious.”
Seth’s sexy chuckle could barely be heard over the rain pounding against the roof of the truck as he slid his fingers around her nape, held her close, and kissed her. A wave of heat swept through her as he tightened his hold. Giving over to him was intoxicating and seemed to spur him on as he gripped her nape and kissed her more deeply. He was no gentle, submissive lover in that moment, and she hoped it was indicative of the way he’d make love to her. She’d fantasized about him taking over, taking control, taking her, and her panties were flooded with the evidence of her excitement.
Longing to be closer to him, more intimate, she turned, and when he realized what she was doing, he helped her straddle his lap. His forearms against her backside held her down as he rubbed his hardening cock against her and murmured, “Much better.”
The pounding of raindrops on the roof rose to a low roar as she rejoined her lips to his, losing herself in the passion of their embrace. In that position, he was slightly below eye level with her, and she felt a little powerful as she ground against him, at least until he gripped her hair and took control of the kiss. His tongue slid in a sinuous dance with hers as he rubbed his cock against her throbbing cunt. Her heartbeat sped up as the ache grew and her pussy lips swelled with the friction. She longed to feel him inside her, filling her.