“Celebratory nookie? Yeah, I think I will.”
“Awesome. And, for the record, anything else you want to celebrate that way, you know where to find me.”
“So now I’m using your refrigerator and your washer and dryer,” Jill said. “It seems maybe I should be thinking about ways to pay you back.”
He leaned in. “Does that mean I can come and see the penguins again?”
She paused, then laughed. “Seriously? You’d rather come see the penguins?”
“Rather? What’s my other option?”
Jill set her laundry basket on his center kitchen island.
“I think I was offering you sex in exchange for the use of your appliances.”
13
Well, that was new and definitely not unwelcome. “So is this a test?” Zeke asked. “Like if I take you up on that, I’m the asshole twin? Or is that a legit offer?”
“It’s actually my way of saying that I really love to have sex with you and this is maybe a really good reason?”
He moved closer, bracing a hand on the counter behind her, caging her in. “You don’t need a reason, Kansas. If you want sex, all you have to do is say please.”
“Just please? What if sometime all I’m wanting is more homemade apple butter?”
She noted that her voice was slightly breathless as she teased him back.
“How about anytime you say please, I lead with sex and afterwards you can tell me what else you want?”
“And you’re offering to get me anything I need anytime?”
He paused. “I’m going to be totally honest with you.”
“I appreciate that.”
“I will be able to procure anything you want or need. But it will very likely, technically come from someone else.”
“And you see why I’m surprised that you have a washer and dryer.”
He laughed. “Fair enough.” He pushed back from her. “My mother doesn’t do my laundry all the time.”
“Hey, no judgment. If I had someone to do my laundry, I would be unapologetically in on that deal.”
He believed that she wasn’t judging him for that. A lot of women would probably think he was lazy or immature, or hopeless, but it seemed that Jill was just accepting the fact that once in a while his family pitched in. And that it was nice.
“Let’s get your laundry started, and then maybe we can talk about the fees associated with using the machine and my water bill and laundry detergent.” He grabbed her basket of clothes.
“All that stuff is surely gonna cost me,” Jill said following him into the laundry room.
He really liked how open she was about wanting to have sex with him again. And how easily she teased about it. She definitely got wound up tight about the penguins, but when it came to everything else, she did seem to prefer simple and straightforward. Even talking about sex.
He set the basket on top of the dryer. Then he studied the body clad only in the tank top and panties. “You were going to wear this over to my brother’s house?”
She looked over at him. “Zander isn’t home right now.”
“Still, what if he comes home?”
She shrugged. “I guess I would’ve pulled a blanket around me or something.”
“You hadn’t even thought of that, had you?” There was something funny about this woman who was trying to save the world by saving the penguins but who couldn’t seem to think even one step ahead on any personal plans.
“This is what I have that’s clean. But…”
He cocked an eyebrow. “But?”
“Honestly, I was going to throw them in too once I got over there.”
Zeke knew it was irrational, but he frowned and he gave a low growl. “So you were going to sit around my brother’s house completely naked?”
She lifted a shoulder. “I guess.”
“I’m sure glad that Chuck was between you and Zander’s place. In fact, I might build him a little house. And feed him. And make him a pet.”
“Chuck?”
“The alligator that hangs out in our yards.”
“You named him?”
He couldn’t remember for sure if it had been him, Zander, or Fletcher who’d first called the reptile Chuck. “Yeah.”
She gave a little shudder. “Fine. I won’t go to Zander’s anymore. But you definitely have to have everything I need over here then.”
“Apple butter, refrigerator,” Zeke said as he moved in behind her and settled his hands on her hips. “Washer, dryer, laundry detergent.” He slid his hands up under the edge of her tank to the bare skin on her belly.
She shivered again but this time, he knew it was not in disgust. Or fear. That was lust.
He leaned in and put his mouth against her ear. “And a huge cock that’s never been happier than when it was buried in your sweet pussy.” He ran his hands up to cup her breasts. They were bare too, of course, because apparently everything else she owned was dirty. He sucked on her earlobe as he played with her nipples.
She leaned back into him with a deep sigh. “Do you have blackberry wine?”
Zeke paused. Fucking Zander.
“You drank blackberry wine with him?”
She rolled her head back and forth where it was resting on his chest. “No, he just gave me some. And it’s delicious.”
Okay, so he wasn’t going to beat the crap out of Zander, but if he’d gotten Jill drunk and talked her into showing up at his house in the tank top and panties to do her laundry, he might have.
“I can definitely get you blackberry wine.”
“This sounds like an amazing deal.”
He went back to teasing her nipples. “I’m thinking for the first load, I get to eat your pussy. Second load, you’re on your knees sucking blackberry wine off my cock. Third load, I bend you over and fuck you during the spin cycle.”
She drew in a quick shaky breath. “Too bad I’m only doing one load.”
“You’ve got a whole basket here, you really only doing one load?”
“I’m tempted to start separating everything if I’m going to get sex for each load.” She arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts into his hands. “But I do have to get over to the penguin enclosure. I don’t really have time for three loads.”
He thought about saying something dirty about loads and what he could give her, but instead stripped her tank top up over her head and tossed it into the washing machine. “So everything goes in at once?”
Again, he felt like there was some great innuendo there.
Jill must’ve thought so too, because she grinned up at him. “I love it when it all goes at once.”
He chuckled. “Let’s fill it up.”
She stripped her panties off as he reached for the basket. He was actually waiting for her to stop him as he turned the basket over, dumping denim, multiple cotton tees in various colors, and a bunch of white panties and bras all together into the machine. But she didn’t.
He didn’t bother to separate his own laundry, but he knew most people did, and he knew that he drove his mother crazy the way he washed clothes. It was one of the reasons that she did it for him on a fairly regular basis. Probably even more often than he would want to admit to Jill, regardless of her clear acceptance.