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“Once?” Sarah’s eyebrows nearly met her hairline at Jenna’s headshake. “Twice?” Her mouth dropped open with shock at the second declination. She held three fingers up in question, then fanned herself with her hand when she got the affirmative. “Sweetheart, you surely landed yourself the trifecta there—some ladies can’t achieve one, let alone three on their first time with a guy. Kudos!”
Jenna let the smile loose, bit her lip. Her friend never seemed to be prudish about sex—talking about it was one of her specialties, and if the way her eyes lit up were any indication, Sarah got a kick from listening to other women’s experiences…something Jenna thought she might get used to. Listening was learning, was it not?
“Do you…with Zeke?”
“Orgasm? Yeah, it’s a pretty regular occurrence in our bedroom.” A salacious laugh bubbled free before Sarah sealed it off with her fingers over her lips. “And the bathroom, kitchen, over the couch, against the wall…having the boys makes things tricky, but once they’re in bed, if both Zeke and I aren’t too tired, it’s wonderful to reconnect.”
“Against the wall?” Jenna whispered dubiously as Connor grunted again. Her worries were nudged into the background, out of her direct line of thought, and she could finally breathe.
“Mmmm-hmmmm.” Sarah’s gaze flicked over to Connor. “Connor won’t be taking any chances with you after today’s excitement, so don’t get your hopes up about trying anything just yet. Wall sex is kinda awesome. There’s an urgency to it, when you’re kissing like crazy and there’s hands everywhere. Everywhere,” she repeated dreamily, her eyes blurring with memory. Then she shook herself. “Sorry, the last time Zeke took me against the wall, he did this thing with his fingers…yeah, better save that for another time,” she decided. “Um, anyway. Yeah, the moment comes when you just have to bounce and lock your whole body around him. Your back braced against the wall, his body keeping you safe, and all the feels in between. When he’s inside you, it’s—”
“Sarah.”
She jolted, eyes widening slightly as both women turned their head to give Connor their best innocent faces. Feeling a little high on arousal from the imagery Sarah’s words brought, Jenna tried to stifle a nervous giggle and failed.
Her lover’s stern face softened imperceptibly, his gray eyes heavy. He scrubbed the heels of his palms into the sockets as he yawned widely. “Are you influencing my girl again, Sarah? Encouraging bad behavior?”
“Me? No! Simply imparting some wise advice stemming from personal experience,” she replied soberly, without so much as a lip twitch. “Missionary is all well and good, boss, but a woman needs more variety than just being humped into the mattress.”
Jenna’s mouth dropped open.
“You’re such a brat, Sarah; I don’t know how Zeke doesn’t end up spanking you a dozen times a day.” Connor threw his arm over his eyes, all the muscles in his chest stretching with the movement.
“Who says he doesn’t?” she retorted smoothly. “Anyway, maybe you better finish explaining about wall sex, Connor. You’ll be able to give her more thrilling details.”
He peered from under his arm. “When it comes to sex positions, I’m a show-not-tell kind of lover. That’s all the details you need, baby.”
Well, she thought. Didn’t that give her something to look forward to!
Chapter Eighteen
Hadley called Connor later that night to inform him Jenna’s—Penelope’s—parents had arrived safely in town and were staying at a local if somewhat disused B&B property across the Creek. They were settling in for the long haul and had expressed their intention of remaining in the Creek until they’d seen Jenna. Hadley also warned Connor they were determined to take their long-lost daughter home with them.
Connor barely resisted the urge to hurl the phone across the room into the wall. The satisfaction of it smashing into many plastic pieces of shrapnel would have been worth it, but waking Jenna was not.
It had taken him too long to settle her down after Sarah went home to her family. The interlude with his friend and his girl had lightened him, stripped a fraction of the burden off his shoulders—especially with the humorous element of conversation—but knowing Jenna’s family could whisk her away at any time had his nerves on fire.
He’d made Jenna soup, given her strict instructions to not move while he fed Luna and taken her into the yard to do her business. Jenna had followed said instruction, to his pleasure and relief, and he’d found her in a mountain of pillows and covers, watching movies with Moose locked under her arm.
Not quite full-blown little mode, but only a small push away.
Now he stretched out beside her, a documentary on Russian warfare casting gloomy shadows on the walls, listening to Hadley’s warning. He would pay mind to it, of course. The agent didn’t have to keep him as informed as he was doing, which was certainly appreciated, but Hadley wasn’t really letting Connor know where he stood either.
So, Connor decided to lay down a few rules of his own.
“This is Jenna’s home,” he murmured with one eye on his lover. She was fast asleep, her face glowing with a healthy flush and fully relaxed. He knew how to read her face now, asleep or awake. “They don’t come barging in here, Hadley, and they don’t stalk her. She’s resistant to them for her own reasons, and she needs to resolve the issues herself without pressure from them making her edgy. They need to wait for Jenna’s invite.”
“I’m not disagreeing, Connor. But it’s been nearly three years. They’re insistent.”
“I’m well aware of what time has passed,” Connor said coldly. His fist clenched on his thigh. “I’m reliving every fucking minute of those years through Jenna’s nightmares. They need to understand the way she thinks now—she doesn’t have the same thought processes as Penelope did. She had her choices, the smallest fucking decisions, taken out of her grasp. That changes a person, Hadley. You know that.”
“I do. I think they do, to some degree. I, ah…fuck, Connor, I don’t know how to say this.”
Dread filled his veins like the bitter wind blowing a gale around the house. The snow had started an hour ago and was already settling thick and fast. “What the fuck have they done, Hadley?”
The agent cleared his throat. “Before they left Colorado, they petitioned the court for custody of their daughter’s rights. It was denied, due to Jenna currently residing in Montana, but they were advised to try again once they got here.”
Connor’s jaw tightened so hard his teeth almost snapped. “On what grounds? On what fucking grounds are they trying to take her rights away, Hadley? Has she not had enough taken from her already, for fuck’s sake?”