Jackie's Boys by Bekki Lynn

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 1
     
     
    Jackie walked in the front door, sweaty, dirty and ready for a shower. Tossing the mail on the entry table, she pulled her shirt over her head as she crossed the living room. "Shoot! I forgot to put the laundry in the washer," she mumbled. Darn husbandry distraction, she thought with a smile forming. She wiped her brow with the shirt, and she sighed as the coolness of the house caressed her damp skin.
    She went through the kitchen to the adjoining laundry room, undoing her jeans to throw on the pile. A sexy ass stopped her in the doorway. What a nice surprise! Lenny was home way early and looking good bent over a load of laundry. "Baby, I’m sorry. I remembered a second ago. Go relax, I’ll get it going," she said as she pushed the clinging denim down her legs.
    He ignored her though she knew he couldn't be that upset over the close chance he might not have a clean shirt for tomorrow. "You're home early. Everything all right at the office?" Still no response. A grin played with her lips. All right, she liked this game. Silence and being ignored drove her crazy with desire. Like she needed further stimulation, she thought as she added her clothes to the pile he’d started in front of the machine. Jackie glanced around behind her, admiring the firm thigh disappearing under the loose-legged shorts; hot and undeniably delicious. Unable to resist, she reached up under the short leg. Her touch caused him to knock the detergent off the shelf. The lid popped off spilling the blue liquid onto the floor. Mumbling something she couldn’t understand, he grabbed a towel and bent over to clean up the mess.
    Not to be detoured, she caressed his ass, asking, "How about a washroom quickie?" Sure she wouldn't be denied, Jackie turned around to move the pile away from the washer and felt him straighten then turn around. She wiggled her ass at him before facing him. He'd turned to put the bottle on the shelf. "Washer on or off?" Personally, she loved the washer on spin when they made love on it. He didn't say anything so she turned the machine on. He tossed clothes in over her head and she, loving their position, reached behind her and grabbed his cock, freeing it from the baggy shorts then brought it to her pussy. He grunted, made protesting noises and pushed on her shoulder. "Yes, baby, resist. It makes me so hot." Pulling his cock closer, he plunged into her. She moaned, "Oh, that's what I want."
    She braced her hands on the machine, thrusting with him. "God, I’ve been thinking about you all day." His hands gripped her waist as he pounded her like a man who hadn’t had it this morning. Hanging her head, she welcomed the fire spreading through her like a match to gasoline. She panted. He shuttered, jerked, surprising her by coming so soon. She turned to tell him to keep going and panic struck her. Peanut butter! His breath smelled like he’d eaten a jar. Absurd, he wouldn’t be so stupid. Still, she separated their bodies and whirled on him.
    Lenny fanned his hands back and forth, swallowing hard, his breathing labored. The sight of lips laced with the creamy substance confirmed her fear. His glazed blues stared back at her while she registered the tan cord curled up around his face. He never heard a word she'd said with the music blaring in his ears. She yanked the earpieces out, ignoring the fact it wasn’t music he listened to. "Are you nuts! Why on earth would you eat peanut butter?" She pulled him into the kitchen and saw the jar of peanut butter on the counter with a spoon sticking out of it. "What possessed you?" she asked, reaching in the cupboard for an EpiPen. "Your throat has probably swollen shut already."
    He took the pen and set it down. Stupefied at his behavior, she stared at him, her heart pounding like a warriors drum. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She watched him fill a glass with water. After downing it, he leaned over breathing hard, drank more then turned around.
    "I’m