CBQ3: Jake and Taryn

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Taryn

Taryn dipped the sponge into the bucket of disinfectant, then squeezed out the excess and got back to work. Jake’s Irish Pub was closed to the public due to a statewide mandate by the governor, though they had voluntarily complied before it became official.

As far as they knew, no one in Pine Ridge had tested positive, but since testing wasn’t readily available locally, that didn’t mean much. Most people were being smart and staying home, but Jake had had to turn away a few people who weren’t taking the quarantine seriously.

In any event, they were taking the opportunity to give the place a good scrub-down and do some minor repairs. With luck, they wouldn’t have to remain closed for long, but they would do what they had to do to ensure their family, friends, and community were safe.

Voices volleyed back and forth through the space, challenging, disputing, touting current statistics and projections from one of the mounted televisions. Exactly how bad things were depended on who was in front of the camera at any given moment.

Having seen and heard enough bad news for the day, Taryn slid behind the bar to turn it off.

“I was watching that,” Jake grumbled.

“I know, but we need a break. I need a break.”

“What did you have in mind, baby?”

The deep timbre of his voice was like a smooth caress. Strong, confident. Hearing it pushed aside some of the doubt and worry, reminding her that with Jake beside her, there was nothing they couldn’t handle. No storm, no attack, no pandemic they couldn’t weather together. They’d been through far worse, had forged their bonds in fire, and had come out stronger as a result. They’d deal with this, too.

She dropped the sponge back into the bucket, then pulled off her gloves and draped them over the rim. The kids were upstairs with their grandfather while she and Jake tackled the cleaning. They had the whole place to themselves. It gave a girl ideas.

“The back room, the one we use for private parties, has a lock doesn’t it?”

Jake narrowed his eyes. “Yes.”

“And the sound system is still hooked up, right?”

He nodded.

“Then, I think we should have a little party of our own.”

Taryn grabbed one of the recently wiped down bottles in one hand and two glasses in the other, then walked away, adding a little something extra to the sway of her hips, taking great pleasure in the feel of Jake’s intense gaze as she did so.

He didn’t follow immediately. But he would. This, she knew.

Once in the small, private room, she made her way over to the sound system, scrolling through the playlists Ian had created and saved off, until she found the one she was looking for.

Jake slipped into the room quietly, just as she’d known he would. Taryn smiled but kept her eyes on the selection, keenly aware of his presence. In her peripheral vision, she could see him by the door, watching and waiting like a predator eyeing his prey. Just like that, her blood heated and sang in her veins. Her husband was the only one that could do that to her, turn her on with just a look.

She said nothing as the sounds of heart pounding heavy metal filled the space around them, raw and powerful. Flashing a wicked smile her husband’s way, she climbed up onto one of the tables and let the music fill her soul.

She gave herself over to it, closing her eyes and letting her body move to the beat. The outside world faded away. For a few brief, precious moments, Taryn forgot about being a thirty-something mom of three and embraced her inner kick-ass hellraiser with the life experience and confidence of the woman she was.

The aggressive chords made her feel powerful and sexy. She ran her hands suggestively over her body, aware of Jake watching her every move. It just the two of them in a private room with nothing but the music and chemistry and the magic of croies…

Jake

Jake watched from the doorway as Taryn freed her hair, allowing the multi-colored strands to tumble over her shoulders and back. The gold, bronze, and copper strands now held streaks of silver and white gold as well. They, like the tiny laugh lines around her eyes and mouth, made her even more beautiful.

His croie was an amazing woman, wife, mother, sister, daughter, and friend, but at her core, was also a headbanger at heart. He’d forgotten how beautifully she could move. How wild and sensual and free she was in her soul.

He reached behind him and locked the door, feeling the familiar stirring of desire. If their kids ventured downstairs for a snack or out of curiosity, he didn’t want them to see what he was going to do to their mother.

His feet carried him forward, mesmerized by the body he knew as well as his own. The body that had been through hell. Had given him three beautiful, amazing children. The one that housed his very heart and soul.

He watched, transfixed, as Taryn did a seductive strip tease while gyrating to the carnal beat. One by one, she undid the buttons on her blue Jake’s Irish Pub button-down, revealing her satiny white bra. With a knowing smile, she bared her shoulders, giving him a peek at the dragon tattoo he loved so much.

When she went to the clasp of her jeans, he reached up, spanning his hands around her waist, and brought her down to his level. Her skin was flushed; her violet eyes filled with wicked intent. Strong, skilled, and lethal he might be, but he was powerless against her as she continued to dance against him.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, scraping her nails against his skin as she lifted in silent demand.  He obliged, lifting his arms, loving the way her eyes darkened as she leaned forward, drew a nipple between her lips and bit down. He loved when she did that.

“Do you remember the first time we made love?” she said huskily.

He absolutely did. It had been in his old bed upstairs, and she’d just emerged from the shower. She’d been on all fours, begging him to take her. It had been raw and hot and hard, and the first time he’d ever…

Grunting in affirmation, he turned her around and bent her over the table. He caged her with his much larger body and went to work on her jeans, pushing them, along with her panties, down to her ankles.

He took a moment to run his hands over her lush curves as she kicked her jeans to the side. He ran his callused hands down her hips and reached between her legs, finding her every bit as turned on as he was.

With a few muttered curses, he shoved his own pants down impatiently, freeing his hard cock. He kicked her legs farther apart and bent his knees, teasing her strokes along her slick folds.

“Jake, please,” she begged softly, just like she had all those years before. “Please.”

And, just like then, he couldn’t resist, thrusting upward and burying himself to the hilt. Taryn groaned in pleasure and he began to move, slowly at first, then increasing in pace and force as their need quickly built. The moment he felt her clamp down around him, multicolored stars burst behind his lids and he exploded deep inside her.

He leaned forward, placing gentle kisses along her spine, basking in the bliss of his croie. So many things had happened since that first time. They’d made so many mistakes. But one mistake he would never, ever make again was believing for one moment that he could get through this life without her.