Page 77 of Moving to Love
“Come for me, Joci. Jesus, you feel so fucking good. Your tight little pussy feels like heaven,” he husked out.
She cried out his name as her orgasm crashed through her body. When he spoke to her like that, she reacted instinctively.
“I’m with you, babe.” Two more thrusts and he poured himself into her.
* * *
An hour later, Joci walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. He was sitting on the sofa, but her perfume tickled his nostrils, and the sound of her dress swishing caught his attention. He looked over his laptop and froze. His eyes slowly traveled the length of her body. A low whistle slipped from his lips.
“I say we stay in tonight. I’m not going to be able to think of anything but getting you out of that dress.”
She smiled as he continued to stare at the slinky, red dress with a short front and a long back, a black leather yoke, and keyholes above her perfect breasts. It hugged her curves as if it were painted on. The black strappy heels showed off her ankle tattoo and shaped her legs to perfection. If he hadn’t just made love to her, he’d already be ripping it from her shapely body as he pulled it over her stunning head.
She caught his eyes with hers and smirked. “I’ll be thinking about taking your clothes off, as well. I love what’s underneath so much more.”
He set his laptop aside and rose from the sofa. He took her hand and placed it on his swollen cock.
“See what you do to me?”
He ground against her as she rubbed up and down. She moved her hand and pressed her pussy against him. He groaned and slid his hand down to her ass, held her close, and kissed her temple.
“God, I love you crazy, baby.”
Joci giggled. “I love you crazy, too.”
A while later, they stood around greeting the employees and their spouses or significant others. Jeremiah had worried about this event all week. LuAnn had been better at work, sufficiently chastised for her drunken behavior, but, as usual, that never lasted long. She liked making a scene, and this would be the perfect venue for a scene.
As soon as he thought it, she walked in with Chase. She wore a very tight black dress that barely covered her ass and ridiculously high heels that she seemed to be having a hard time walking in. Her hair was some blonde, frenzied, big, wild mess, her eyes were glassy, and she stumbled just a bit. Chase took her hand, and they made their way to him and Joci. LuAnn leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek and, of course, to rub her breasts against his arm. He stepped back quickly and put his arm around Joci and nodded at Chase. Understanding the silent message, Chase quickly steered LuAnn to a group by the bar. Jeremiah looked down at Joci and whispered, “Sorry.”
Joci looked into his eyes, her mouth tightly pinched closed, and simply raised her brows. The manager approached them and mentioned they could go into the private room and be seated.
After their group had been seated, he stood and cleared his throat. “I’d like to thank each one of you for all of your hard work this year. Our company is growing, and your continued help and outstanding customer service will keep it that way.” He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out envelopes. He walked around the room, handing each employee a bonus, and said, “Thank you.” He enjoyed being able to make them smile and show his appreciation. At the shop, he was always occupied with what he needed to accomplish next. One of the things he needed to improve was showing appreciation. He returned to his table, and Joci stood. He enjoyed watching her sensuous body rise from the chair. It conjured up memories of them together and gave him ideas for more activities in the future.
Her full lips parted in a soft smile, the light kissing the shine in the most seductive way. “I have a little surprise.”
He looked into her eyes, enjoying the gray tones shining back at him. Turning to his employees, he said, “Joci has a little surprise, and I’m a bit nervous because I have no idea what it could be.” She giggled, kissed his cheek, and stepped to the computer. She tapped a few keys, and a slideshow popped up on the screen. His eyes followed her as she stepped to the light switch and dimmed the lights. The sway in her dress tantalized him. The cheers and whistles caught his attention as he turned to the screen and saw Rolling Thunder Motorcycles, Inc. splashed across the screen. Then the strains of Kid Rock filled the room, and his heart beat in time with the music. She resumed her position next to him and took his hand, but he was mesmerized by the photographs floating across the screen. The room filled with cheers and whistles as pictures of themselves or people they knew flashed onto the screen.
He leaned forward at one point and whispered in her ear, “I love it, Joci. It’s the perfect surprise.”
She looked at him and kissed his cheek. A few moments later, the last picture showed on the screen. He did a quick intake of breath. Everyone grew quiet in the room, and someone got up and turned the lights back up. She turned her head toward him, but the tears in his eyes made her waver and glimmer. He reached forward and hugged her tight.
“Thank you, baby. That was beyond anything I have words for.”
She smiled at him, and the room broke out in applause. She blushed, her beautiful cheeks tinted pink as she ducked her head. He leaned forward and kissed her lips, which brought on a few whistles.
* * *
LuAnn was sullen after the video had played. She pushed her food around and ordered two drinks from the waitress as she brought their dinners out. Joci felt sorry for her but honestly didn’t know how to reach out. She wouldn’t carry on a conversation to save her life. So, the hope of ever handing her an olive branch was long gone.
After dinner, they headed out to the bar for a drink and then she and Jeremiah would go home. As nice as the evening had been, she was still a bit uneasy with LuAnn around. Even though nothing had happened other than her trying to kiss Jeremiah, it still made Joci quite uncomfortable.
She excused herself and quickly walked to the bathroom. Her nausea reared up again, and the last few steps were at a trot. She threw up once and heard the door open. She closed her eyes and waited for the sickness to end. As soon as she was able, she walked out of her stall. LuAnn sat on the counter waiting for her. She sucked in a deep breath and waited for what LuAnn had to say while she rinsed her mouth and washed her hands.
“You know he’s going to get tired of you, right? I mean, look at you. Sure, you’re kind of pretty, but he likes this.” She gestured at herself and her body. “If you’ve seen Barbara, you know I’m right. I’ve been giving him some time to get over you, but you’re a pesky little gnat, hanging on so tight. So, I thought I would just let you know that Jeremiah will get married, but it will be to me, not a little plain Jane like you.”
Joci smirked. She didn’t know why she thought that was funny, but she did. Then, she couldn’t help herself and burst out laughing.
As soon as she composed herself, she said, “I could almost take you seriously except for the fact that you can barely speak because you’re wasted. But also, what you don’t see is, while I might be plain compared to you, I’m original. You’re a carbon copy of the loose, classless piece of biker trash who got herself knocked up and took off after having her twins. She rolls through town once a year, begging for money, and then leaves. Jeremiah doesn’t look for her, wait for her, or in any way want anything to do with her when she comes to town. What you did to yourself was make him steer clear of you because of your silly little-girl imitation of what he doesn’t want.”
