Sharp Edges

Chapter Eight

Yelena had stopped at the store to pick up some more food for the baby chicks before she made her way home. When she pulled up, she took her time walking from the car and toward the house and as she stepped in, she kicked her boots off. "Jamie?" she called out, not entirely sure where he was.

Hearing Lena's voice over the spray of the water, he turned off the taps to the shower. "Upstairs!" He called.

She took the stairs two at a time and slipped her jacket off of her shoulders, tossing it onto the bed. "Oh no, I missed the shower. I have such bad timing," she whined dramatically, a smile on her youthful expression.

James laughed as he dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist before opening the door. "Oh, I wouldn't say bad timing."

"You are still naked, so I guess it's not all that bad," she remarked with a grin as she crawled onto the bed sit back against the headboard. "What did you get up to while I was out?"

"I worked on the truck a bit more, chopped wood for a while, then took a run," he answered. James walked to the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes trained on her.

"Did you get it started yet?" she asked, her long braid cascading down one side of her neck. "When are you gonna give up on that thing?"

"I just need a couple more parts," he shrugged. James stared her down and licked his lips.

Her eyes narrowed as she smiled up at him. "What are you thinkin' up there, stud?" she asked teasingly.

"Wondering if I should start our nightly routine early or wait until later," he grinned.

A smile spread across her face and allowed her head to drop to the side. "Weigh your options... I trust you'll make the right decision," she replied teasingly in a sing-song way.

"Oh really? No other input?" He teased.

She smirked a little as she watched him. "I'm happy either way, big guy. I get you no matter what."

"True," he shrugged. "I could just get dressed and leave the room." James turned and walked over to the dresser, getting a pair of boxers and a pair of sweats.

"You could..." she mused, hands smoothing over the tops of her thighs. "Just as easily as I could get undressed and lay down a little more comfortably..."

James turned and raised one eyebrow at Yelena, a silent challenge to her.

Rising up onto her knees slowly, she kept watch on him as her fingers played at the hem of her shirt. She began to pull it up, her supple skin coming into view.

"My beautiful girl... such a tease," he murmured, turning to face her and watch her every movement. "But I love watching you tempt me to take you."

"If you'd rather do something else, I can stop, but... it's kind of fun," she admitted, smoothing her hands over her flat stomach as she pushed the fabric of her shirt up higher to eventually expose her bra.

James stood, rooted to his spot as he shook his head. "I'm quite enjoying this myself," he admitted.

Yelena took her time as she lifted her shirt up over her head and let it drop to the side. "It's warm in here from the shower steam," she observed in her raspy voice as she deftly unbraided her hair.

"Uh huh," James murmured in reply. His cock was beginning to fight with the edge of the towel around his waist, wanting to rest against his stomach. "Your hair is beautiful, dorogoy."

She lifted her green eyes to find James's blue ones, a sensual smile passing over her lips. "Do you like it long like this? Down?" she asked as she smoothed her hands down her stomach to begin to unbutton her jeans.