Jack moved his lips from her jaw to her mouth in a heartbeat. Their tongues dueled, knowing this dance. They were never more in tune with each other than when they kissed. Throw sex and everything else out the window, Jenna wouldnevergive up kissing Jack Duncan.
She remembered their first like it was yesterday. She hadn’t seen it coming, waiting for him by his high school locker. He’d been coming from gym class and was late. It was only afterward that she’d learned, he’d been in that hall nearly the entire time. Just watching her, marveling at the fact that she wantedhim, the boy from the proverbial wrong side of the tracks. The boy with worn shoes and jeans a size too small, with a secondhand bike he’d modified so he could take his sister around town since he was too young to drive. Then he’d walked right up to her and claimed her.
It was still the best fucking kiss of Jenna’s life.
He continued to work his fingers around and over her clit, the maestro of her body. Jenna’s nipples were tight peaks against his chest, the light matting of hair rubbing the sensitive tips. Her fingers traced over her name where it was tattooed on his back. He had her name in multiple places on his body, along with their kids’ and grandson’s, but the one on his back was the biggest and her favorite. He’d even added Ollie’s name after they’d adopted him.
He lowered his fingers, pressing into her opening. Even with the lube and clitoral stimulation, it took some doing to get her wet enough for his cock. Steel was a big man, and despite the years and experience she had taking him, menopause had practically put her back to Square One. At times, it reminded her of their first few sexual experiences, where they fumbled as they tried to gain a rhythm. There were a couple of times in the beginning where they’d learned the hard way that skipping foreplay was not a good idea.
Jack took his time, using his fingers to stretch her. So much attention would have once caused her to have multiple, mind-blowing orgasms. The fact that her body did not react as it once had did not make her feelings for Jack or their lovemaking any less. If anything, it added to them, because he never faltered, never even contemplated that her older body was not worth his time or attention.
When he notched his cock at her entrance, her body was shaking, anticipation and passion warring with fatigue. They’d figured out the hard way that missionary was best for her. A few months ago, Jenna had tried to ride him. It was one of her favorite positions, loving the way he fit inside her even more from that angle. But unfortunately, she’d barely started to move on top of him before she lost her balance and collapsed over onto the mattress beside him. She’d been fine, and had tried to assure him that she didn’t need to see Tessa, but he’d insisted. The muscles and stamina needed for her to be the one on top were just not possible anymore and it had caused her to have a small flare-up.
Other than their first few times of having sex as bumbling teenagers, missionary hadn’t been a position they used often. There were just so many more…adventurouspositions, and Jenna loved the times that Steel let her take control during sex. There was nothing like bringing her strong, resilient, unbendable man to his knees.
But those times were over, and there wasn’t anything wrong with that. Like when he’d been injured during a deployment or she was recovering from childbirth, they adapted. And what amazed Jenna the most was how, so many years later, they were still gaining new experiences together.
Boring? There was nothingboringabout making slow, passionate love with Jack Duncan.
A small gasp left her as he pushed inside. No pain, but a definite pull on her unyielding inner muscles. Even with the daily post-menopausal Kegel exercises she did, it was still a stretch. A part of Jenna loved it, because it wasJack. The feel of him, the physical expression of their bond and love for one another, would never be something she would take for granted.
Her nails dug into his back as he pulled back before pushing forward again. He paused, still working her clit as he let her body adjust to him.
“Jack,” she breathed into his mouth.
“Fuck, Jen,” he groaned, pushing all the way inside of her. “How do you take my breath away even after all this time?”
She smiled against his lips, needing no words to answer his question. Her body responded for her. They rose higher and higher, their rhythm in perfect synchronicity. Jack’s familiar touch coaxed her towards the precipitous and ultimate crescendo.
Ollie was already eatingbreakfast when Jenna and Steel made it downstairs. There was no doubt their son knew what they’d been up to, but he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Steel had recently hadanothersafe sex talk with him after Aaron and Ollie had broken curfew over the summer. Ollie swore they hadn’t done anything beyond kissing—not that Steel specifically wanted to know—but that tidbit made him feel slightly better.
Aaron, Cage’s son, was seventeen and a senior this year in high school. His birthday wasn’t until June, but he was already signed up to join the Army following graduation. Ollie was only just sixteen and a junior. Since there was no official record of his birth, Ollie had always guessed at his birthday and age. Butbased on dental records and his less than stellar education prior to the club rescuing him, they decided to lean on the younger side. The fact that hemightbe older than they legally made him didn’t make the idea of him having sex with his boyfriend, no matter how much Steel liked and trusted Aaron, any easier.
Neither Steel nor Jenna cared that Ollie was gay. He was their son, regardless of blood or sexuality. What they cared about was Ollie being safe and healthy. It would be hypocritical of them to scold him for having sex as a teenager, but they would do their part to teach him to be smart about it.
Aaron was a good kid, and it wasn’t like they could get pregnant, but there was still more to safe sex than just the risk of pregnancy.
When Aaron had come into their lives, Cage had very openly announced his love and acceptance of his gay son. He’d gotten a pride tattoo, a pride patch for his cut, wore pride socks, and had purchased any book he could find on safe gay sex. He’d let Steel borrow them when they realized their sons were making ‘googly eyes’, as Cage put it, at each other.
As a heterosexual man nearing his sixties, Steel never thought he’d need to learn so much about gay sex, but he’d gone in with his eyes open. He wouldn’t be a responsible parent if he hadn’t. What he didn’t do was what Cage had done and embarrassed his son to the point where he openly admitted he wasn’t ready for sex.
Just before Aaron’s last birthday, Cage had gifted him, what was now known as, the Sex Basket. Along with a very bedazzled sex diary and rainbow shredded paper, there was an anal sex training kit, a dildo, a vibrating butt plug, anal beads, and more lube than at a WD-40 factory. Pride flag pins and a rainbow ribbon also decorated the cellophane wrapping.
Cage’s point was not to necessarily embarrass his son, though there was no doubt he had. He more or less wantedAaron to think twice before engaging in an activity he wasn’t ready for. And it had certainly worked. Despite them missing curfew a couple of times, as far as either set of parents knew, Ollie and Aaron were not sexually active.
“Good morning,” he said with a bright smile.
Steel guided Jenna over to a chair next to their teenage son. She leaned over to kiss Ollie on the forehead as soon as she was close enough. “Eggs or pancakes?” Steel asked her.
“Pancakes, please,” she answered before turning to Ollie. “Why aren’t you in school?”
“I wanted to be here this morning in case either of you needed anything,” was Ollie’s immediate answer.
Unlike the other club kids, Ollie, Bree, and Aaron knew where Steel had been the past weekend. Ollie was understandably concerned, but what Steel wasn’t sure he liked was how little grief Ollie was showing over Dixie’s murder. Regardless of how she’d treated him, she was still his birth mother.
Steel hadn’t grieved his father’s death. He hadn’t cared what had happened to John Duncan’s body once the police had taken him away. He was solely focused on taking care of Lilly and Mr. Zarin. But his mom? In his own way, he’d grieved for her. To this day, Steel had no idea if his mom was dead or alive. He assumed dead based on her history of drug abuse, but there was a chance she’d gotten clean. What he’d grieved, long before the Zarins had come into his life, was the mom she’d been. Before Lilly had been born and John Duncan had suspected his wife’s infidelity, Fiona Duncan had been a good mom. They’d been poor and there’d been struggles, but she’d loved him. At least, his young mind had been convinced she had.
Ollie’s mom had abandoned him just as Steel’s had. It was possible that he’d already grieved her loss, long before she’ddied. But news that she’d been murdered was different than if she’d overdosed or had a heart attack.
