One Sexy Ride(22)

Only she stopped him in his tracks. “Open your pants,” she ordered.

He paused long enough to see her reach under her skirt and pull off her panties. “Jeez, Janey.”

In a flash, she was on her knees, kneeling on the bench seat beside him. “Hurry up. You got me so damn hot on the dance floor.”

Then she was kissing him, her lips hot against his neck, rubbing her breasts against his torso as he scrambled to release his cock. He was totally on board with the speed they were going, except there was something…

“Condom.” Thank God his brain wasn’t completely gone.

“Shit.” Janey dove for her purse, reaching in then throwing it back on the floor. Somehow she had a condom package open and her soft hands rolling the latex down before he had time to breathe a word of protest.

She caught hold of his face, her knees straddling his hips. “I need you to fuck me now.”

She accompanied her words with the full-body stroke over his length, the hot moisture of her pussy like a GPS signal calling him home. The next thing he knew she was sinking over him, surrounding him with her tight warmth. “God damn.”

They were sitting in the dark, twenty feet from her back door, their bodies intimately connected while mostly dressed. It was the hottest damn thing Len had ever experienced.

He caught hold of her chin and kissed her, pressing a hand to the curve of her lower back and over her ass. Thrusting with his hips as he mimicked the motion with his tongue into her mouth. Janey made a noise that brought his blood to a boil, and he lost it. Pounding upward, her breasts jiggling against his body as his name escaped her in a long, breathless cry.

Somehow he got a hand between them and added pressure to her clit. Her head fell back, and he scraped his teeth along her neck, setting a bite at the soft curve where her neck and shoulder met.

The sweat from her body lit his taste buds like firecrackers, all the dancing they’d done earlier combining together with the sexual dance now, and she rocked hard, breaking apart in his arms.

He thrust once more before joining her.

“Janey…”

The truck, that must’ve been bouncing, settled into quiet as they worked to catch their breath. Both of them looked thoroughly debauched, their clothing out of sorts.

Janey lifted her satisfied gaze to his and licked her lips. “Holy fuck. When you said you had the moves, you weren’t lying.”

The laughter that seemed to arrive all too easily around her was back. Len felt no shame in cuddling her close. She nestled against him, nuzzling his neck, stroking her fingers through his hair. Len stared through the front window at the house and tried not to think about everything that would change in the future.

Right here, right now, he was a happy man.





Chapter Eleven





Janey stood, stretching her back after working on the baseboards.

The list of things that needed to be finished around the house was getting shorter, and she was damn proud of everything she’d accomplished.

Janey glanced across the room at Len, mentally adjusting that last statement. She had done a lot, but she had to admit over the summer Len had stepped in often to help her with tasks. If he hadn’t done as much, no way she would be at this point.

“That’s the last baseboard,” Len offered. “What’s next, boss?”

“I think it’s quitting time. And I don’t know if you should call me boss or master. I’m paying you slave wages.”

Len smiled as he joined her. “I don’t mind lending a hand.”

She grabbed a couple of drinks from the fridge and gestured to the deck. “Come on. Let’s sit and rest for a while.”

The deck had been completed and stained, and Katy had lent her a set of lawn chairs so they had somewhere to sit while taking a break.

Janey twisted off the top and handed the beer to him. “I think I got about a week’s work at the outside to get everything done.”

He took a long drink, looking steadily into the backyard. He nodded but didn’t say anything.

She hesitated. He wasn’t a big talker, she knew that. And while they were working together, it never bothered her. Then it seemed she understood his silence was to avoid blabbing about nothing.

At times like this? It was different. Something she couldn’t quite define, but the silence sat uneasy and uncomfortable. And no matter how much she enjoyed his dirty talk in bed, and the romping between the sheets, she was sure something was wrong.

It really was time to bring up the business idea she’d been offered. She’d talked to Katy about it, but sworn her friend to secrecy until she got a chance to consider the options. But more was at stake than simply a job, and if there was one thing she admired about Len, it was how good he was at seeing the big picture.

Maybe because he wasn’t spending all his time talking, he got more of a chance to listen. She could use a little bit of his rock-solid consideration to add to her pros-and-cons list.

“Len. Can I ask you something?”

He stiffened.

The unexpected reaction was subtle, but it was there.

What the hell? She was about to ask him what was wrong when a loud hello rang out from the back gate.

“I finally caught you at the right time.” Mr. Jons stepped across the yard, his gaze darting from side to side as he checked out everything. “Looks fabulous. You’ve done a great job of getting the place up to date.”

Beside her, Len relaxed as if grateful for the interruption.

Damn the timing. Janey forced herself to be polite. “Thank you.”

Jons stopped at the edge of the decking, stomping his way up the stairs as if checking if they were strong enough. “Yes, it looks as if you’ve done a very good job.”

“You’ll have to tell my parents that.” It was too tempting to resist.

“I have been,” Jons admitted. “Just last weekend I was talking to them and said as far as I was concerned, you’ve done more than was necessary. No lipstick on a pig here.”

A rude noise escaped Len that he attempted to cover with a cough.

Jons gave him a brief glance then focused back on Janey. “Are you ready to list her?”

“Soon,” Janey admitted.

Jons nodded. “Well. There’s nothing saying you have to, but I really hope you’ll consider using me as your realtor. I have some people I think might be interested. No guarantees, but I might be able to get you a quick turnaround. Not easy in this current housing market.”

Okay. Janey owed Shannon a drink for not believing the man simply wanted her business. Her imagination had her seeing conspiracies when there were none.

Or had it been her guilt at not following the family path?

She smiled. Funny how now that she was more confident in her abilities and decision making, her parents’ supposed judgment, and Marty Jons’, didn’t bother her as much.

He was one of the top-ranked realtors in the community, so as long as he wasn’t up to any funny business, Janey had no objections with using his company. “I’ll give it some thought.”

Jons tilted his head toward the house. “I don’t want to interrupt your drink, but do you mind if I take a look inside?”

Len got to his feet. “I have to run anyway. Janey, call me later?”

“You don’t have to go,” she objected.

“Call me,” he said. “I need to get caught up on some things at home.”

He put his half-drunk beer down on the side table and then damn near sprinted off the deck, headed around the corner before she could even say goodbye.

From inside the house, Jons offered a whistle of admiration. “Is this new hardwood?”

She had to follow him to answer a million questions, and all the while she had a million more pop into her head, most concerning her future.

Maybe the house was ready to sell, but she wasn’t ready to leave. Not after the summer and the time she’d gotten to enjoy with Len. And that wasn’t even counting how much she would miss her other friends.

When she’d planned to move to Calgary, it had been a necessity for work. She still might have to do it, at least for a short time, but maybe there was a way around that. If the situation with Brad worked out, she wouldn’t have to leave at all.

It was so tempting, and so potentially right. She was damn near giddy as she answered Jons and considered her future.

Maybe she wouldn’t discuss it with Len yet. He obviously had something on his mind, plus she needed to make sure she was doing this for the right reasons, i.e., just because she’d been having an amazing time with the man didn’t mean she should base her future decisions around him.

Making a huge change in plans, like where to work and where to live—she needed to base those decisions on what she really wanted. It had to come from her heart.

Even as the little voice inside her informed her Len Thompson was a part of her heart…





He’d escaped, thankful in a way for the interruption. It had stopped him from coming too close to once again blurting out a request for Janey to change her mind and not sell the house.

He had no right to be dictating things to her. Being with her had become an addiction.

Heading home was out of the question—he didn’t want to see any signs of her right now, and in subtle ways, she was everywhere. The shampoo she’d bought and left in the shower, the spare shoes she’d lined up at the front door next to his.