“What are you doing?” he asked, propping his head in his hand.
Finding what she was looking for, she proudly turned around and displayed the gold foil pack between her fingers. The stunned look on his face made her laugh out loud.
“Stephen was terrified I would get pregnant again but was too chicken to get a vasectomy. We never had sex again after I was pregnant with baby number four. He was also a cheater. I walked in on him and his lover while we were still married and found this box of condoms after he moved out. I don’t know why I didn’t throw them out back then.” Her discovery made her pant with excitement.
“Are you sure about this?” Tim asked. “You want to make love using one of these that belonged to your ex-husband?”
“Oh, yes. If he were in the room right now, I’d thank him!”
Tim shook his head in amusement before he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his pants. To see his impressive manhood for the first time caused her mouth to gape in a noticeable ‘O.’ It was one thing to touch it, but something else to see it in plain daylight.
Taking the packet from her hand, Tim pushed her back onto the pillow and straddled her, his massive body intimidating. He ripped open the foil, and she helped him ease the condom slowly down his pulsing appendage. Positioning himself at her wet opening, he whispered breathlessly, “Are you ready for me?”
Up close, the green of his eyes reminded her of the fragrant pine forest behind her childhood home. The anticipation of being completely as close to Tim Ryan as she could get was something she wanted more than anything. “Yes,” her voice sang.
She wrapped her hand around his and forced his engorged penis forward, the pleasure undeniable. He groaned with contentment and moved deeper inside, the surge of ecstasy emblazoned on her heart. He pumped her, hard, the look on his face intense and the veins in his magnificent muscles flexing with undeniable power as he brought her to another full-blown orgasm. He continued to pump her as she experienced after-shocks until his entire body stiffened and he yelled out her name. A hot tear escaped his eye and landed in his beard, glistening like a diamond in the light as he labored in a breath.
“What’s wrong?” Jessica asked with genuine alarm. Here was this incredible human, probably the top one percent of his kind in the world, and he had shed a tear while they made love. She brought her hand up to his cheek and smoothed his hairy face, wiping the drop away.
He nodded vigorously. “You…” He tried to speak in between breaths. “You… are ruining me.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be,” he interrupted, clutching her cheek in his hand. “You’ve conjured up so many emotions in me lately.”
“I know. It’s the same for me.”
Jessica stared into his eyes, already lost in his forest. It was erotic the way he was positioned above her, like a massive lion about to eat his prey. Her eyes were wide, and her breathing labored as she allowed him to study her in her most vulnerable state. He licked his lips and smiled before lying beside her, clutching her hand to his chest. He squeezed and turned to where they were nose to nose.
“I don’t want to be alone anymore. If it means coming clean with who I really am to make things easier on you and the girls, I’ll do it.”
“Oh, Tim,” she started.
“No, I mean it,” he interrupted. “Since day one, you’ve never judged me for how I look or what I do. You’re the epitome of Southern grace, and I want to explore what’s next. Please tell me you want this too.”
The excitement that surged through her body was instant. “You’re not alone, Tim. You’re not alone.”
Chapter Twelve
For several hours, Tim and Jessica lounged in the giant bed, talking and making sweet love. Their conversations were effortless, and Jessica joked that Tim felt like he was her oldest friend in the world. Standing barefoot in the kitchen, they rummaged in the sub-zero fridge for sustenance after their late afternoon exploration. They drank red wine out of juice glasses and giggled over a mismatched platter of cheese, fruit and cut-up turkey dogs. Tim was bare-chested the entire time, his mane of hair hanging loosely over his broad shoulders. She couldn’t help but notice his pecs when they would clench from a belly laugh, his hard abs almost too perfect for her gaze, as if he’d been airbrushed to perfection. It wasn’t until she heard the garage door going up that she looked at the clock, her body locked in fear.
“Are you expecting anyone?” Tim asked chewing on a grape, his lips moist from a recent sip of wine.
“Yes, my parents! They’re back with the girls. I completely lost track of time!” She was catapulted back to reality, not sure what to do first. “Go put your shirt back on…and…and hide in the closet,” she requested breathlessly, pulling her hair up into a top-knot before grabbing their glasses and propping them in the sink with a clatter.
Tim disappeared into the master suite just as the Kaufman girls came scurrying inside, their grandparents close behind.
“Mama!” they screeched in pleasure, attacking her bare legs in the process.
Jessica’s mother handed the baby off to her while her father brought up the rear, carrying an oversized diaper bag in his hands. The house was abuzz with boisterous conversation.
“Hey, Daddy. Hey, Mama,” she greeted tentatively, plastering a fake smile on her face. Could they see the guilty look in her expression? Could they smell the aftermath of sex that oozed from her body?
“I hope you got some work done for the gala, Jessica. The girls weren’t too unruly, but I still think you need to have a talk with them about their jabbering at dinnertime. Your daddy finally had to lay down the law to get them to quiet down.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” Jessica said, shifting Jo-Jo on her hip and giving her father a quick peck on the cheek. “And thanks, Mama. I did get some work done. I appreciate it very much.”
“Whose truck is that parked on the street? Looks like one of the landscapers is in the area. You having some work done? In this rain?” her father asked.
