Jon Black's Woman (4 page)

“You survived almost climaxing
before them a few hours ago. I think you can handle a nipple flash
or two. Besides, it will keep them thinking about painted breasts
and encourage them to seek me out. At least, I hope they’ll look
for me now we’ve crossed over to having sex of some sort. After our
ride earlier, they better do more than look.”

They’d shared a few details about
what had happened earlier when Saki rode out with Matt and Ted to
check outlying shacks and fences. Things had been rather heated,
and oral sex had ruled the moment since no one remembered to bring
condoms. Either way, they’d taken a large step toward being
together, and Molly couldn’t be happier for her friend. Saki had
wanted to find love and she had, times two.

Personally, she liked the guys and
was thrilled for them all. Of course, she wished them nothing but
years and years of happiness together.

“I’m not sure. You know this is a
huge step for me. If he can see my nipples then he can definitely
see my tattoo,” she confided to her friend. The other woman knew
about her inked back. It wasn’t anything she was ashamed to possess
per se, but she wasn’t happy it was there and didn’t want the
questions seeing it would bring up.

“You know what, it’s a conversation
you must have with him sooner or later, why not sooner?”

“I suppose.” She wasn’t sure, but a
knock on the door sounded and her time was up.

“Here we go! I’ll let him in as I
head over to Matt and Ted’s. You two can walk together, alone, and
talk.”

“No, wait, it’s all ri—”

“I can’t hear you,” Saki called out
as she made her way to the front door.

Damn, her friend had thrown her in
the deep end and left!

“Jon’s here and I’ll see you up at
the house,” her friend yelled out, and shut the front
door.

There was no hope for her, she had
to take charge and move on, but with a jumper. Grabbing a sweater
from the cabinet, she slipped it on as she walked out to meet the
man she hoped to seduce. The sweater would probably come off later.
She simply needed a bit more time to get used to flashing her
nipples.

“Hi,” Molly offered as she stepped
into the living room.

Jon looked handsome and comfortable.
Jeans, boots, and a faded and probably favorite t-shirt he’d left
untucked made the man look beyond swoon worthy. Everything looked
well worn, the jeans even had a rip along the knee, but he didn’t
appear messy or uncaring. He looked comfortable, at ease with life
and sexy as hell.

The calm surrounding him threw her
for a loop. Did he even remember what happened in the barn? How
close he came to making her orgasm? She’d been panting for more
from him while pressed up against his body and what, nothing? No
ruffled feathers like she had at seeing him?

“Hello, beautiful,” he told her as
he reached for her hand and squeezed it while he kissed her lightly
on the lips.

Apparently all she needed was to
hear his voice and she was instantly back in the barn, ready to lie
down with him. Shaking her head, she silently reminded herself she
was on a mission to seduce him, and she wasn’t going to deviate
from that now.

Smiling up into his deep brown eyes,
she turned her hand in his, held on, and told him what she’d been
thinking since their earlier interlude. The woman unsure of what to
do next was not invited to dinner.

“You are an incredible man who made
me feel frisky this afternoon. Thank you for the pleasure and I
hope we do it again with a more satisfying end.” She wasn’t sure if
she was blushing, although she was definitely feeling the
heat.

“Plan on it,” he growled and kissed
her with a firmer touch. He slid his hand through her hair and used
his hold on her head to keep it tilted for him to deepen their
connection. There was only one hand holding her, but she wasn’t
sure where the other was until her heart thumped. The other hand
grasped her chin as he swept his thumb over her lips, then gently
tugged. She opened her mouth and his tongue swooped in to slip
around hers.

When his hand left her chin and
reached down to squeeze and cup her backside, she couldn’t stop the
groan of pleasure. She wanted him before he manhandled her and,
with his touch, she became a puddle of need.

Within a heartbeat of having her
ready to beg for more from him, he pulled back and ran his thumb
back and forth across her tender lips. They parted and would’ve
taken the digit in her mouth if he didn’t take a step
back.

“Dinner. We need to eat dinner
first,” he muttered aloud, although she believed he might be trying
to convince himself of the necessity.

Molly definitely needed reminding
and convincing. Her head was spinning around him, his touch, and
how much she wanted to experience more of it. One touch, one kiss,
and she was completely lost. The man had the ability to turn her
world upside down and inside out with passion holding it
together.

After a few deep breaths as he
stared at her, he leaned down to pick a bag up and held out his
hand.

“Shall we go?” he murmured and
waited for her to collect herself enough to walk toward the
door.

Before he opened the door, he turned
to her and said one more thing, and the heat ruling her body sped
back up.

“Remember where we were for later,”
he told with a wicked smile and one last kiss.

They walked the stone path to the
Wilson brothers’ house in the waning light with his arm rested
across her shoulder. She liked the weight of its presence, the
security it offered. For some reason it seemed right having him
anchored to her side.

The conversation between them kept
to generalities such as the weather and progress of the project. In
less than five minutes they were walking through the door. Molly
was relaxed and comfortable with Jon, although her pussy
occasionally throbbed as a reminder of her unfulfilled
need.

“Coward,” Saki whispered as she came
up and waited to hear what beverages they wanted.

“I’ll have water, thank you,” she
said with what she knew was a weak smile. Of course she was afraid
to take the sweater off, although she knew it would eventually go.
The need to tease Jon’s passion was stronger than the one she had
to keep her nipples and tattoo hidden.

“Water, please,” Jon growled and she
blushed profusely under the stares of Ted and Matt.

Were their plans for a passionate
meeting of some sort later obvious to everyone? Normally she’d have
a glass of wine and him a whisky or beer with dinner, but no, they
both wanted water. She chose to be clear-headed and had a feeling
he had as well.

“Interesting,” Ted offered as an
aside.

Unable to take the stress any
longer, she dashed into the kitchen to help Saki with the
drinks.

“A sweater? A cardigan? Come on,
Molly. You’re only delaying the inevitable showdown between you
two. Take it off and accept the challenge to get your
man.”

Her friend was right. The challenge
to seduce Jon had already been tossed down. She might as well carry
on and win the man.

“Fine,” she said as she took the
sweater off and picked up a couple of glasses already on the
countertop. She wasn’t sure what they were or who they were for,
but she took them and would figure things out.

Walking into the other room, she
looked to see at least what color the drinks were and decided one
was water and the other was colored. Stopping in front of Jon, she
handed him the water with a smile and turned to Matt.

“Is this one yours?” She asked the
question and smiled even bigger. Groaning erupted hind her. Her
soon to be lover had expressed himself when seeing her breasts.
This would be an interesting night.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned under his
breath, but loud enough that Ted looked at him with a
laugh.

“I believe some people would call it
‘throwing down the gauntlet’. My friend, I think you’ve been
challenged to seduce the woman. What’s your plan?”

“Accept and get on with it.” Jon
finished the water in one gulp and went into the kitchen for a
bigger glass and more water. He had a feeling he was going to need
it.

Seeing Saki closing a bottle of
wine, he knew what had happened.

“Did you suggest Molly paint her
nipples red and go braless tonight?” He asked the question without
looking at the woman. Instead, Jon got another glass and filled it
with water, waiting patiently for her answer, even though he knew
it already.

“Um, yes, but only as, as a,
I…”

“Thank you,” he murmured as he
placed a kiss on her cheek before heading back into the living
room.

Lust ran through him, burned through
him as he watched the mounds of flesh gently sway beneath her
blouse. The bright red nipples weren’t obvious, but neither could
they be ignored. They made a beautiful sight for him. He could look
all he wanted, but he wouldn’t be able to touch his
cock.

He had little doubt it would blow
with the merest whisper of contact. No complaints from him. He’d
bide his time before he stripped her naked and indulged every
stroke over her flesh, like he’d dreamed of doing.

Was the red makeup flavored? Jon
couldn’t remember what Matt said about the time he’d enjoyed Saki’s
painted nipples, but he was curious about them. Why was the red not
smudging her white blouse? Would it come off on his mouth? Maybe it
had to be rubbed off or possibly cleaned with a special
solution.

There were many questions about the
red tips running through his head. They were busting to get out and
mollify his curiosity. When she returned he’d let her know he’d
seen them and go from there. No way would he let her get away with
taking such a step without saying something.

During his turn at the grill, he
finally found his chance to say something. She came up as he turned
the asparagus stalks.

“Those tips are all mine,” he
claimed. “To paint them red is like waving a flag in front of a
bull. I must warn you, taunting the beast could lead to more than
you bargained for.” He didn’t want to scare her, but it was the
truth. The desire he’d tamed earlier resurfaced, ready to explode.
He needed to get his hands and mouth on her, and drive his cock in
and out of her sweet body. A warning was the best he could
offer.

“Are you the bull?” Molly laughed,
but stopped once she looked at him and realized how serious he
was.

“Absolutely, flower. You’d best
prepare yourself. I intend to claim you, those beautifully enticing
nipples, and much more of your delicious body.”

“Oh my,” she whispered in surprise.
Fine, he might’ve shocked her with the level of his need, but at
least she understood his position. There’d be no games. Normally he
had no patience for them, but he had been willing to take things
slow for her sake. Not now, not after she gave him a hint of red
tips.

“There is a way for you to appease
me,” he told her. The wicked side of his personality pushed forward
to get something more.

“Anything,” she offered with wide
blue eyes. He couldn’t tell if she knew what was coming and wanted
it or if she actually wanted to soothe his raging need. Either way,
Jon was about to find out.

“Unbutton your blouse and show me
the painted nipples.” Her surprised gasp told him it was the latter
and he should’ve known. Molly was innocent and he liked that about
her. It didn’t mean he would ignore his kinky needs and not push
his chances with her. At least, he wouldn’t until she balked and
said no.

“Someone might see,” she whispered
and looked around to see where their friends were.

“Fuck it! All the reason you need is
I’ve asked. Nothing else should be important to you. So, is
it?”

Weren’t he and his needs more
important than any form of modesty?

With big eyes, parted lips, and a
flush painting her cheeks, Molly slowly unbuttoned her blouse and
pulled the edges apart.

Jon kept his eyes connected with
hers and was awed, no, proud the woman before him would soon be
his. She may not know the term for what happened, but he knew she
had shown she had submissive tendencies. It pleased him, and his
cock throbbed with a need stronger than he’d ever
experienced.

Without looking down, he reached out
with one hand and softly stroked one nipple, then the other. They
were already hard, but he was pleased to feel them both tighten
further. He pinched a tip and tugged until her eyes started to
drift closed.

Fuck, how was he going to wait a
second longer to have her?

Putting the grilling tongs down, he
leaned over and circled a nipple with his tongue as he twirled the
other with his fingers. When her breathing deepened, he bit the nub
gently and tugged as he pinched the other nipple.

She groaned and her chest pushed out
against him. Right then, he was sure—no, he knew—she’d be his
before the sun rose on another day.

Releasing both breasts, he placed
his lips against hers and kissed her softly. There were no tongues.
Their lips were touching as they breathed each other in.