Free Meet the Blakes by Rhonda Laurel

She slid his shirt off his shoulders.
    “You know it.” He tugged at her towel and pulled her to the edge of the table.
     
     
     
    John Jacob ran his hand down the curve of her spine. She complained about aging, but her skin was as soft and supple as the day they met. He knew plenty of men who’d divorced and married younger women, but he thought they were damn fools. T.K.’s latest trophy wife was running him ragged.
    John Jacob kissed her lips, her face, that spot at the base of her neck that drove her crazy. After all these years, their lovemaking was still exciting. He’d perfected that move that had landed him in the hospital the night they were fooling around in the kitchen and was anxious to try a few more things.
    He took her nipple into his mouth and tasted her as if it were the first time. She was his and always would be. Teri-Lyn unbuckled his belt and undid the snap on his waistband, so he quickly rid himself of boots, jeans, and boxer shorts. He hopped on the table and lay on top of her, but stopped when the table moved.
    “What’s wrong? Don’t say you forgot the condoms.” She giggled as she kissed on his neck.
    “Very funny.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “I’m wondering if this table will be able to hold us.”
    “We’ll be fine.” She stroked him.
    “Woman, the things you get me into.” He moaned as she caressed him just the way he liked it.
    John Jacob kissed her again as he braced his knees on the table, entered her, and began a slow, steady rhythm. But she’d always been an impatient woman, and she traced her fingers along his side, then reached around and gave him a good slap on the ass. He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair and gave it a firm tug, so she’d stay in place, but she wasn’t having that. She ran her thumb over his nipples, which she knew would break his concentration. They came together over and over again, hearts pounding and sweat pouring and age had nothing to do with it. They’d been coming together in this frenzied state since the first time they made love on their wedding night. When he couldn’t hold back his climax any longer, he looked her in the eye and released his pent up passion. She followed him with a hearty yelp as he collapsed on top of her. They remained that way, panting for a few moments before either of them could speak.
    “Maturity, my ass.” He kissed her hard.
    She laughed. “I knew that word would set you off.”
    “Woman, were you goading me?”
    “No, I was inspiring you to do your best, like those pep talks you give your grandsons to eat their vegetables.” She caressed his chin, then looked around. “Speaking of food, how about we grab some chow at the food pavilion?”
    “I’d love that, but we need to go back to the house and change first. We got oil everywhere.”
    She was right there. There was oil on the floor, table, and some of it had gotten on their clothes. “If we go home, we’ll have to take a shower.”
    “You’re right.” She tapped her finger to her lips. “I could use a good soak. Let’s make it a bubble bath instead.”
    “And I think we have some leftover chili in the fridge that Tyler made the other night.” He added.
    “Great. My stomach and my loins will be on fire.” She shook her head. “Don’t forget about the bottle of champagne from the dinner party.”
    “So, a big bowl of chili, champagne, and a bubble bath.” He slipped on his jeans.
    “Can you think of a better way to spend the rest of the afternoon?” She winked as she buttoned her top.
    “No ma’am, I can’t say that I can.”
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    John Jacob sat in the chair watching his grown sons behave like children while trying on their tuxedos. It seemed like only yesterday they were kids asking to stay up late and watch western movies with him. It was during that time, when they were entranced by the old cowboys on screen, that he could take a good look at them. To see who had lost a tooth, who needed a