Chapter Sixteen

Jon let himself slump down onto Billie, feeling her wrapped all around him, then he slowly rolled to the side, not withdrawing himself from her but just pulling her with him until they lay on their sides. Billie was still tangled around him, and her eyes were closed as she rested her head down onto the pillow with a whimpering sigh.

They remained like that, Jon just moving to lay his forehead on hers, then as he slowly softened inside her, a tiny shift let him slip free of her with a soft, slightly obscene sound. Both of them had their eyes closed, and Jon’s opened with a start as they felt the edge of the mattress dip.

Deke was staring at them, front paws on the edge of the bed, and there was a comically surprised expression on his face, making Jon chuckle.

“We have company.” He mumbled.

“Huh?” Billie’s thoughts were still slightly scrambled, but she forced herself to lift her head, peering back over her own shoulder then giggling. “Hey Deke. Get outta here - go chase bunnies.”

With a soft woof the dog obeyed, dropping back to the floor and heading out, claws clicking on the wood floor. Billie gave a soft groan, looking back at Jon.

“I should go fix breakfast. You hungry?”

“Yeah.” He gave a wide, boyish grin. “But what about Drummer? He was looking like he wanted feeding.”

“He was?” As she spoke, they were untangling themselves, Billie moving to sit up. “I fed him already - I did that before I showered.”

“Oh. When I was getting coffee I saw him looking toward the barn, and I thought you were in there.” He flushed a tiny bit. “That’s why I bust in on you in the shower I guess. Well, that and the door wasn’t locked.”

“There isn’t a lock on the bathroom door.” Billie explained, shrugging. “I live here alone - usually - so there’s no need.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” Jon said, then leaned to kiss her again before smirking. “Feed me!”

“I guess you’ve earned breakfast.” Billie eased to the edge of the bed, trying not to wince at the tender feeling between her thighs, and deeper inside. “For helping me out in the hayloft yesterday.”

She opened her closet, reaching for a robe, then stopped. The only robe that was clean was a heavy winter one, so she changed her mind, just grabbing an oversized tshirt and pulling that on, the dark cotton falling to mid-thigh. By the time she turned around, Jon was out of her bed, and he grabbed his jeans from the floor, pausing before pulling them on.

“I’m just gonna…..” Billie colored slightly. “…..clean up………then I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“Okay.” Jon sat back on the edge of the bed as she headed to the bathroom, then a few minutes later heard her yell to ask if he wanted coffee.

“Yeah, thanks, Billie. I’ll be right there.”

Knowing she was heading to the kitchen, he carried his jeans to the bathroom, cleaning himself up before pulling on the faded denim. Still shirtless, he headed to the kitchen, where Billie had poured him a mug of coffee and was standing at the stove, laying bacon into a pan. She cooked bacon and just piled it onto a single plate, bringing it to the table with a plate of bread and some butter, and they each made themselves a hearty sandwich.

“Did you want anything else?” Billie asked as they finished, and Jon shook his head.

“Nah. I’m good, darlin’.”

She couldn’t resist, winking as she replied. “I know you are - but are you still hungry?”

Jon burst into laughter. God, this woman made him feel like a kid again. Made him feel like life was there to be lived and enjoyed, every second of it, and not just a constant fight to be the best, the most popular, the richest. Maybe that was what losing people did for you - made you live every moment like it was your last.

“No, I’m not still hungry.” He grinned, looking into his mug. “More coffee would be good, though.”

“You’d like more coffee?”

“Yeah.”

“Pot’s over there.” She said, raising her own mug toward him. “I’ll take a refill, too.”

He laughed again as he obeyed, filling both mugs and bringing them back to the table.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” He asked, slurping coffee. “Moving another barn full of hay? Painting a couple hundred miles of fence?”

Billie laughed at him.

“You’re so not used to the country pace of life, are you?” She giggled. “I’m fortunate that I don’t desperately need to work. The biggest chore I had for the month was shifting that hay - which I’ve been avoiding for a month - so there’s really nothing I need to do today. So, unless you need to leave…..?”

Jon shook his head with a grin, and she grinned back as she continued.

“Well, how about a picnic?” She grinned even more broadly. “In fact, I have an even better idea. How about a picnic, with fishing thrown in?”

“How about a picnic with skinny dipping thrown in?” Jon countered, and Billie blushed.

“Skinny dipping? In the river?”

“Sure.”

“You may live to regret that suggestion, but you’re on.”

Jon wasn’t too sure why she thought he’d regret it, but he grinned anyway as Billie stood, gathering their plates and stacking them into the sink. She filled water into the sink and washed the few things they’d used, wringing water from the cloth and turning to wipe up grease splashes from the stove top. Jon was just sitting watching her - she could feel his eyes - and the knowledge made her clumsy so that she dropped the damp cloth to the floor. Unthinking, forgetting all she wore was a t shirt, Billie bent to pick it up, and she heard Jon’s guttural exhalation as the shirt rode up to expose her ass.

“Jesus.” He mumbled, feeling his dick already knocking at his zipper, demanding to be let out. Or let in, depending how you looked at it.

Billie straightened slowly, almost afraid to turn around, but as she nervously dropped the cloth back into the water she heard his chair scrape back, then the muted sound of bare feet on the floor. Even knowing he’d moved, she still jumped as his hands closed on her hips.

“Shhhhh.” Jon purred in her ear, his lips seeking her neck. “Is this okay?”

His soft question was answered with a whimper, and he kept nuzzling against her, as far as he could reach before being stopped by the shirt. Billie leaned both hands on the edge of the sink, feeling the cool porcelain against her lower body as Jon lifted her t shirt to her waist. His hands eased underneath, up to her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh, his fingertips pinching gently at her nipples until they were diamond hard and aching for more.

Still he didn’t turn her around, but kept one hand playing with her breasts as the other dropped between her legs, touching and testing, finding her already open to him, almost ready for him to enter her. Soft strokes of his fingers as he nibbled her neck had her gasping, and got her dripping wet.

“Where?” He whispered, slipping the tip of his tongue into her ear to punctuate the word, kissing the rim of her ear and licking the curves between each word. “Bed - or table - or couch - or right here?”

“Here.” Billie whimpered, twisting her head to look at him. “Right here.”

Jon kissed her then, hard and fast, his mouth distracting her as his hands left her body, unzipping his jeans and shoving them to his knees. He moved behind her, stepping between her legs as Billie spread her feet apart, then he grasped her hips, angling and holding her as he drove slowly home.

Billie gave a groan of pleasure, the tenderness still there but only serving to heighten the sensations right now. She leaned further onto the sink, letting her head fall forward, Jon’s hands still on her hips to steady her against his slow, powerful thrusts. As he pushed her excitement higher, Billie moaned suddenly, straightening slightly as her legs trembled with it.

“Jon………table…..”

He didn’t want to stop, but he knew what she was trying to say. He could feel her shaking and realised her legs weren’t going to hold her there, so with swift movements he withdrew from her and swung around, pushing her backward until she landed on the tabletop. Her back had barely hit the wood when Jon was inside her again, better able to thrust inside now that she was pinned securely beneath him. Of course, it also meant he could kiss her again, and as he did that, Billie grabbing onto his shoulders, Jon yanked her t shirt up so he could get his hands back on her breasts.

Getting closer to climax himself, Jon opened his eyes suddenly, needing - wanting - more, and confident that the table was sturdy enough. He pushed at her hips, pushing Billie further onto the table and laying himself fully on top of her, Billie’s legs around him as they both lay on the kitchen table, Jon grunting and Billie moaning as they - well, made love was hardly accurate, but they fucked like a pair of animals in heat, forcing each other over the brink brutally fast until her scream and his roar blended into a feral sound of pleasure.

“Jesus……I’m sorry…..” Jon groaned against her ear as his forehead rested exhaustedly on the table. “I didn’t mean to…….”

He was trying to say that he hadn’t meant to fuck her like a whore, but Billie moaned a laugh, stroking his back soothingly.

“Didn’t mean to make me scream so loud?” She asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong - didn’t do anything I didn’t want, Jon.”

With a tender kiss, he eased out of her again, sliding off the table and pulling her to the edge where she sat for a moment looking at him, then she pushed herself to her feet, the t shirt falling to cover her again.

“If you give me a minute to get - cleaned up - you can have the shower.” She offered.

“Okay, Billie.”

So Jon tugged his jeans high enough that he could walk to the living room, and just a few minutes later Billie appeared, fully dressed and with her hair in twin braids over her shoulders.

“All yours.” She said with a smile.

“Thanks. Oh - hey - I don’t suppose you have a spare shirt or anything, do you?” Jon asked suddenly. “I have nothing clean left, and if we’re going to be out all day…..”

“Sure. I’ll find something and leave it on the couch for you.”

“Cool. Thanks.”

Jon headed to the bathroom while Billie went to the kitchen, gazing out through the window at Drummer, chewing the inside of her cheek thoughtfully then grabbing a notepad. She scrawled a quick note to Jon, then went to her bedroom, finding him a plain black tshirt and dumping it, with the note, on the couch. Grabbing her boots, she headed outside where she bridled Drummer and got up on his back, riding away from the ranch at a slow canter.