Page 21 of Heart of Stone

“Well, I can think of a few ways that you can make me feel better, Stone, and none of them involve cheesy lines or talking at all.” Jolene pulled him down for a kiss and he nearly lost his balance.

“I think we should take this upstairs. You seem a bit unsteady on your feet,” she teased.

“Yeah, I think that might be a good idea,” he agreed. Every step closer to his bedroom had his heart feeling as though it might beat out of his chest. As soon as he got to his bed, he dropped his crutches and pulled her against his body, tugging them both down to the bed.

“Smooth,” she whispered.

“I thought so,” he teased. “I think that you’re going to have to do most of the work here, honey,” he said. “Do you mind being on top?”

“Mind,” she said, “I prefer it. Are you good with me being on top?” Jolene tugged his shirt up over his chest and had him half naked in mere seconds.

“I’m very good with you being on top. You just have to watch my thigh,” he reminded.

“I think that I can do that,” she agreed, pushing him back onto the mattress, and kissing him. Stone worked her top up over her head, loving that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He let his hands roam over her body as she worked his gym shorts down his legs, careful of his wound. He watched as she stood from the bed and shimmied out of her jeans, pulling her lacy panties down her legs until Jo stood in front of him completely naked.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, letting his eyes roam her body.

“You are too,” she said. Jolene looked him over, biting her bottom lip into her mouth when she got to his erection.

“Jesus, Jo,” he grumbled, “you look like you want to devour me,” he said.

“That’s exactly what I want to do with you Stone,” she said. Jo settled between his thighs and ran her hands over his shaft. When she dipped her head to let her tongue slide over the head of his cock, he hissed out his breath. If she kept that up, he wasn’t going to last long.

“Have you ever done a sixty-nine, honey?” he moaned as she sucked him into her hot little mouth.

“Mmm,” she hummed.

He chuckled, “I’m not sure if that’s a yes or no, but I think that we need to give it a try. Come here, Jo,” he ordered “I need to taste you too.” She looked up his body and smiled as she let him pop free from her lips.

“I have done the sixty-nine position before, but it’s been a while,” she admitted.

“Well, I hear that it’s like riding a bike. Swing your ass up here and let me taste you, honey,” he said again. She carefully swung her body around, gifting him with a glorious view of her ass. He bit the right cheek as he spread her folds, making her moan. Jo wasted no time grabbing his shaft and sucking him back into her mouth. The new angle was more intense for him, and he nearly came down her throat before they even got started.

Stone licked his way through her pussy, and she moaned, thrusting her ass back against his face. Jo rode his mouth with reckless abandon and he thought that she was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Won’t last long,” he gasped just before sucking her clit into his mouth? Jo hummed around his cock, and he knew that she was right where he needed her to be. As soon as he felt her release coating his tongue, she swallowed him to the back of her throat, and he lost himself.

Jo collapsed against him, rolling off his body, panting for air. “That was incredible,” she praised. She was right—it was pretty damn awesome, but he wasn’t finished with her. Not by a long shot. In fact—Stone had a feeling that he wouldn’t be done with Jolene for a damn long time.

Jolene

Two weeks had passed in the blink of an eye for Jolene, and now, it was her last day staying with Stone. She worried that once she was gone, he’d forget about her. Sure, they had spent the last couple of weeks wrapped up in each other, but they really never discussed what was going to happen once she was finished being his therapist. Was he with her just out of convenience? They hadn’t talked about feelings or where this thing between them was going, and why would they? When Stone invited her into his bed, he wasn’t making her any promises—well, other than hot sex. God, was it hot, but she couldn’t think about all that right now. She had to pack and get her paperwork together to turn in to his boss to release Stone from her care.

“Hey,” Stone said, peeking his head into the spare bedroom. She had left most of her clothes in there, even when she moved into his bed.

“Hi,” she breathed. “I’m just packing my stuff up before heading into my meeting with your boss.”

“I can’t believe that this is really happening,” he said, walking into the room to sit on the end of the bed. “I’m actually going back to work.”

“Well, desk duty,” she reminded. He’d have to be on desk duty for the next month, but then, he’d be back out on the streets. “You still have to come into see me every other day for therapy. Then, once I’m done with you, I’ll approve you to be back out there.” He looked her over and she could tell that he was debating with himself to say what he was thinking. “Just say it, Stone,” she ordered.

“Are you done with me then?” he asked. Was he asking what she thought he was asking? Did he want her to admit that she hoped that he’d want her to stick around or save herself from heartache and say she was moving on?

“I’m not sure what to say to that, Stone,” she admitted. “I’ve enjoyed our time together, but you didn’t make me any promises and I don’t expect any. I understand that what we had was dependent on me being your live-in therapist. That’s coming to an end, so I know the deal. This thing between us was just a fling, right?” she asked.

“Right,” he said, clearing his throat. He stood and started for the door, turning back to hand her the shirt that he had been holding in his hand. “This is yours,” he said. “I found it in my bathroom and didn’t want you to forget it.”

“Um, thanks,” she said, wanting to ask him to stay and finish their conversation, but knowing that he wasn’t ready for what she wanted to say. He gave up on her so easily, she knew that she was right to brush off their pending romance as a fling, even if she hated saying those words out loud.