He wasn’t going to argue.
He pulled back, then pressed forward.
And froze.
Fuck. “Fuck.”
Jill frowned. “What?”
Zeke gritted his teeth. He carefully pulled out of her body. “No condom.”
“Oh.” Jill’s eyes went wide as that sank in. “Oh.”
“I’ve got it.” He met her eyes. “Okay?”
She pulled her lip between her teeth, but nodded.
He reached up and freed the lip. “Okay? I gotta hear you say it. I’ll put one on and we’ll keep going. Or we’ll stop.”
“Stopping sounds like the worst idea anyone ever had.”
He gave a soft laugh as the tightness in his chest loosened slightly. “Yeah?”
“Zeke Landry, if you don’t give me another orgasm on this washing machine—”
“That will happen.”
“Okay, good. Unless you don’t want to keep going. I mean, I’ll give you a blow job or something instead. You were very generous. I’m not sure the orgasm you just gave me actually counts as me paying any kind of fee.”
He shook his head. “You are an interesting woman.”
He bent and grabbed his jeans, jerking them up and grabbing his wallet. He pulled a condom out, opened it, rolled it on, and tossed the wrapper to the floor.
“Now where were we?”
She reached for him, her hands circling his shaft and urging him forward. “I’ve saved your place. You were right here.”
He gripped her hips as he thrust forward, sinking deep again.
Okay, the stars were still there. They maybe weren’t quite as bright, but that was okay. Condom sex was good sex. And rainbow sparkly stars that spelled out forever were a lot for an accountant and a woman who preferred penguins over people.
But as he fucked the most interesting, gorgeous, unusual woman he’d ever met on top of his washing machine while it washed her plain white cotton underwear, he kind of thought that doing this forever was maybe the best idea he’d ever had.
Sitting at Zeke Landry’s kitchen table in one of his t-shirts and no underwear after having sex on his washing machine probably should’ve felt stranger than it did.
It actually felt pretty nice. Or fun at least.
Jill was glad he’d caught her trying to get over to Zander’s. She also kind of liked that he was jealous. Which was really stupid for a friends-with-benefits setup.
Still, his possessiveness made something warm curl in her stomach and she was pretty sure it was pleasure. But not the kind that he elicited with his tongue and fingers on her clit and nipples—though, she was a huge fan of that as well—but this was definitely a warmer, more comfortable pleasure. And there was just something about being around Zeke Landry that made her feel it from head to toe, not just in very specific anatomical locations.
She was glad for the distraction actually.
For one thing, he was right when he said that she hadn’t thought through the idea of sitting around naked at Zander’s house. She really hadn’t. It was possible once she got over there and had her laundry going and thought about taking off what she was wearing that she would’ve decided against it. She also might have rifled through his front closet to find a jacket or something. But it definitely made more sense for her to sit naked underneath Zeke’s shirt in the man’s kitchen.
Zander was very nice and yes, extremely good-looking, and the charm had rolled off of him nearly as potently as it did off his twin brother. But she didn’t feel a spark with Zander. Certainly not like she felt with Zeke. Then again, she wasn’t sure she had ever felt a spark like she did with Zeke.
“Do you wanna take a shower?” he asked.
“Yeah, maybe later.”
“Do you wanna take a shower together?”
She thought about how to answer that. Her answer was going to sound strange, she knew. “Well…”
“Well?”
“I’m actually not that big on shower sex,” she admitted.
“No?”
She lifted a shoulder. “It’s slippery, which can be dangerous. And tile is hard and can be cold. And then everyone has to dry off after. And if I go straight to bed, my hair gets the pillow wet.”
He was staring at her.
“And then my hair is a tangled mess in the morning.”
He was still staring.
“What?”
“Just…I’m not into shower sex either. And I hate wet hair on my pillows.”
She wasn’t sure she’d ever met a guy not into shower sex. Well, a guy who had any kind of sex on his “not into it” list.
“Then we can just stick to washing machines. And tables and couches and floors and most definitely beds.”
“And walls,” he said.
Her body flushed remembering their first night. “Yes, not slippery, cold, wet walls.”
“Still hungry?” she asked. “Want to run next door and get my peanut butter and jelly?” Because she was hungry.
Zeke had said something about being on the way up to his grandmother’s place for food when he’d seen her on her porch, but he didn’t think taking her in there in just one of his t-shirts was a good idea. Not because anyone in his family would object, exactly, but because they’d all start begging her for glimpses of the penguins and he knew she didn’t want to have to field those requests.
“Actually, I was thinking about sneaking over to a different neighbor’s.”
“Zander actually has food at his house?”
“He does. But don’t go gettin’ all soft about my brother. He’s up at Ellie’s just as much as I am. He might have some Pop Tarts or frozen pizza or burritos though.”
“I’m fine with yogurt and cereal right here.”
“No way. When you’re fending for yourself, it’s fine, but what kind of guy would I be to do that to you”—He inclined his head toward the laundry room—“and then not even feed you?”
“The kind that doesn’t have any food in his house?”
“But I can get food in my house.”
“Okay,” Jill sat back in her chair and folded her arms. “Impress me.”
“So do you actually eat food intended for people over the age of ten or should I stick with macaroni and cheese and hot dogs?”
She lifted an eyebrow. “I love macaroni and cheese and hot dogs. But I only eat them from the microwave.”
“Of course, because it takes so long to boil water to cook the noodles, right?”
She grinned. “Actually, I meant the hot dogs. The macaroni and cheese I’m used to eating is from a place called Ruth’s that delivers until eleven p.m. It’s a spiral pasta with a five cheese sauce and a toasted Parmesan crust.”
“I’m not even gonna try to top that,” Zeke declared, pushing back from the table. “But Jordan is a good cook. I’ll be right back.”
Jill straightened as he got up from the table. “Wait, you’re leaving? Who’s Jordan?”
“Oh, are you jealous now?”
Was she? Jill thought about that for a moment. Maybe a little.
“It’s not really hard for me to believe that you have women on speed dial who will cook for you at the drop of a hat.”